Puppy snarled as she got up, not liking his friend to interact with others. Orrin somehow gave up on telling the dog to behave, and perhaps forgot to do so himself, as he too snarled a bit at the mention of a wash. Though he knew that she was right, and even more so than she thought. Sleeping in dumpsters wasn't usually a problem for him, but the Doc would probably be even angrier if he brought that filth around his patients. "I'll wait here...", he said with a frown, crossing his arms. He would much rather waste his time waiting than having to go near a shower. The thought alone made him shudder.
Posted: Fri Jun 13, 2014 1:00 pm
The werehog slipped into the doctor's ER, searching for some very specific equipment. Finding some sturdy leather straps he took them up in his arms and left a small note in its place reading:
"I.O.U. -Mister Monster Guy"
And then began to sneak his way back out into the hallway and to his room...
Voyager had given up on looking for Orrin. The only thing he could say for certain now was that the tunnels were empty. The lack of success and expected bumper chewing when Sciurus would find out, soured the Plymouth's mood. He would politely his idiot of a motorist the zombie was gone, and then leave before any violence erupted. Voyager went back in the house, aiming for the kitchen and assuming the surgeon was there. "Screw it Doc, I can't find him. I'm not a babysitter, and it's your fault anyway. You start yelling at me I'll send ya to- ... Oh."The van stared from Silenda to Orrin, not finding a doctor. "No doc?"
Posted: Mon Jun 16, 2014 1:01 pm
Dr Sciurus
Silenda
Orrin turned his head to see Voyager. Isn't that the car from earlier...?"He's out...", the zombie mumbled grumpily. Puppy didn't pay much attention to the Plymouth, probably not realising that it was more than a mere object. Instead he kept a close eye on the girl, while Orrin kept petting his head where he sat beside the chair. "You wouldn't happen to know where he went? Wrote something about a 'Disaster Goddess'..."
Sciurus wandered through the guild, exhausted and partly covered in blood and fluids. He was rather irritated at the moment, with the last call not going so well. the page had been about a severe auto accident, most of the people had died at the scene, but one had made it to his table. Unfortunately there was too much internal damage and the person's spleen had exploded without warning. Now the unsuccessful surgeon just wanted to get home before anything else went wrong. He didn't notice a blue man sneaking around in his bad mood.
Voyager was annoyed at the doc being gone, but he was a busy guy, and at least there wouldn't be any fights. "Aww. Oh well, You're here and fine so that's ok." The Plymouth started laughing after hearing the reference. "Disaster Goddess? He must've gone off to surgery then, That's what I always call it when the hospital lady yells for him."
Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 3:00 pm
Dr Sciurus
Silenda
"I... see.", he replied with a raised brow. Orrin didn't quite get the joke, nor was he in a merry enough mood to care for comedy of any sort. The Doc was gone, the girl asked him to take a shower, and there was a motorized vehicle talking to him, whose real name he still didn't know. How much worse could a day possibly get? And on top of it all, he couldn't quite remember where he'd left his things, and by this rate, it might be daylight outside by the time he got out of there. What a waste of precious time. Do I really HAVE to say sorry...? The grumpy guy glanced over at the pots and pans again, feeling the guilt shot at him like an arrow. Then again, he might not be that long, right...? Orrin slammed his head on the table, purely out of frustration
Voyager stared at the zombie. Cars didn't have eyebrows, but if he did they'd be raised. "Um... Y'know there's still some food in the stove if ya want it. She only had the vegetables. I'm sure he won't be long..." He supposed hanging out with a morbid psychopath had rubbed off on his humor a bit, but it was odd for Doc to use his morbid reference when the man often complained about it.
A minute after Orrin face-tabled, the knob on the door turned and a bloody, disgruntled surgeon stepped in from it. He hadn't cleaned up, he hadn't said much to his colleagues, Sciurus had only intended to return to his office before he killed someone out of frustration. "Sometimes my job really sucks... The spleen is a wonderful organ responsible for recycling dead cells and building up your immune system. Who knew a rupturing one could be so messy?" Sciurus froze at the sight of Orrin's head, the fact of his top half being covered in someones nasty blood had just gotten worse. "Wow, The hell happened to you?"
Posted: Tue Jun 17, 2014 6:58 pm
Dr Sciurus
Silenda squeaked at the sudden noise of Orrin hitting the table, and the sight of the surgeon, her head diving under the blanket over her shoulders. She shivered slightly from Sciurus' description of what had happened. 'Ruptured...' she thought nervously, her hand shaking as it moved to where her own organs were housed.
"H-how awful..." she said quietly
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 2:21 pm
Dr Sciurus
Silenda
Puppy began growling violently as he heard Sciurus enter, and Orrin simply scratched the dog's neck to calm him, without looking up. Until he heard the familiar voice. Orrin lift his head and looked at the Doc, his eyes going from tip to toe, and back again. Why do I need to wash myself when he doesn't?, was his first thought, with a slight glare towards the girl. Crap. I should've left while I could..., was his second. What do I even say? Damnit, I hate talking... Why didn't I just write him a note? I COULD HAVE WRITTEN A NOTE. The rest was little but curse words.
Once Orrin realised that he had to say something, before it got too awkward, the green man looked in the very opposite direction of the Doc as he spoke. "Sorry for running off... And thanks for the help and all...", he mumbled, still petting the scary dog. Puppy kept giving Sciurus murderous eyes from where he sat, though remained mostly silent.
Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 3:13 pm
That Green Gentleman Anon
Silenda
Some small part of the surgeon heaved a sigh of relief at the sound of Orrin being rational, still sitting at the table and not wild, trying to rip his throat out suddenly. He raised a brow at the zombie's calm demeanor and of all things, apology. Well thank you for not taking one look at me and trying to eat me like a morbid ice cream. Was his first thought, but it would be highly rude and inappropriate out loud. Instead Sciurus replied, "You are an item of no one's property but your own. You may go where you wish, and thoughts on your well being should just be an aspect of our faith in you."
Sure, Sciurus had been worried about the man. But the doctor had to note that Orrin could take care of himself and didn't need anyone's worry. "As for the assistance, you are welcome. It is my job as a surgeon to come to the aid of others, whatever their problem may be." Sciurus just peered at the dog, too tired to be curious about it's state of being or fear for himself from it.
It took a while for him to comprehend those fancy words, and the headache he already grew just a slight worse. He mumbled something which couldn't be comprehensed, before somewhat unwillingly getting up from the chair. "I should get going. Have to find my things... And get new clothes, I suppose.", he muttered the last part to himself with a sigh, looking down at what filthy rags were left of his pants.
Orrin kneeled on the floor, petting the rabid-looking canine. Though the dog wasn't behaving his very best, he still helped keeping his mood up a bit. Though Puppy was more interested in his friends at the moment. And as usual, he did not trust them.
Posted: Thu Jun 19, 2014 3:41 pm
That Green Gentleman Anon
Silenda
{Aw, sorry Orrin. /hands Advil & coffee & food/ S: Coffee constricts the blood vessels. Thereby raising a person's blood pressure and making headaches worse. I would love some however. /takes some coffee/ Yeah but he's a zombie, would it be different at all? S: He gets headaches. He can't be that different.}
Sciurus nodded wearily, using the door to keep himself upright. "Fair enough, I wish you luck and good fortune. I myself am in need of good food and a bath. Should you wish to return for aid or a social call, you are always welcome.""Bye bye Orrin. Want a ride anywhere? Doggy bag of food or somethin?" Voyager had moved along the counter, commandeering the coffee maker on the surgeon's behalf.
(It has been established that he doesn't like coffee very much. O: What? No. I LOVE it! You just want to hold the cup, you idiot. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DRINK IT. <___< O: Ewwww...)
There it was again. One of those godsforsaken words. Bath... He shuddered again. Why would people do that to themselves? Of course, Orrin had once loved to shower, and been a rather good swimmer, too. But he had no memories of it now, and those days were long since passed. Now he would hardly dare to hold a bottle of water, just in case it might break. The only way to get him to clean himself was a lot of nagotiation, and a bit of brute force. The zombie's last shower had taken hours, and only a small bit of it had actually been in the shower. He still hadn't completely forgiven the person who locked him into the bathroom that time. Besides, why would he need it? Some fresh clothes, and he'd be good as new, right? The fact that his white hair was beginning to turn back to its original black didn't seem very important to him, somehow.
"Thanks...", he mumbled. "Shouldn't be hangin' 'round doctors, though... Never ends well." He stood up again and looked at Voyager. "I'll walk." The thought of what the Doctor might do to him if he ruined the seats of his fancy, talking car didn't sit well with him. And he'd hate to have to come back and make up another lousy apology. "Besides, I'm not even sure where I'm going... Any clues?" He looked down at the dog, which looked back at him as if meaning to say 'Keep track of your own damned things'. With a sigh, he began heading for the door, Puppy staying near of him the whole time.
Posted: Sat Jun 21, 2014 1:08 pm
That Green Gentleman Anon
Silenda
{lol} Sciurus dragged his feet to the table and dropped unceremoniously into one of the chairs. "Fair enough. Best take care of affairs and put some distance between us before I get too curious about your physiology. Go with good fortune." "Ok. Bye bye and good luck!" Voyager waved as Orrin headed for the door, plopping a big steaming mug of coffee in front of his driver. He looked over at Silenda questioningly "You drink coffee at all? There's more mugs if ya like."
((Ahhhhh! I am soo sorry! I've been out of town for the past few days and the hotel I was at didn't have internet access *grabs coffee* I neeeeeed thisss...eight hour car ride. Not fun. *huggles* I missed you guys!))
Silenda nodded slightly, looking like she was coming out of a daze. "Y-yeah...I like coffee." She stepped over to where the mugs were and poured herself a cup. She stared as the steam rose slowly, the warmth of the mug pleasant in her hands as she sat down on one of the stools. She peaked at the surgeon, trying to keep down her squeamish tendencies.
"S-so...how often does this happen to you?" she asked quietly, slightly uneasy due to her not knowing if she should say anything to him at all. Maybe she should just keep quiet, and let him rest a bit.
