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Post by Akira Maoir on Apr 17, 2007 16:48:46 GMT
Sitting in the waiting room, she gazed around at the patients, anything out of the normal. Nothing, just as always, she would have to work to get her research. She stood up and made her way to the toilets, checking her make up and making herself look a little more presentable, she tied her hair back in a a bull dog clip, a fountain of blonde laying out of the top and down her back.
She then stepped out into the coridoor and made her way to a prep room, empty, fantastic. A coat was lying on the table, a doctors white overcoat and she mooched around for a visitors badge.
It gave her at least enough authority to walk around the clinic freely anyway. She wandered along, looking at signs for anything interesting. The morgue, always a good palce to start. She pushed open the door, turned on the lights and made her way in, looking over the large drawers before finding what she was looking for, Classified. A swift pull opened the draw, revealing to her a covered cadaver.
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Post by Doc Metcalf on Apr 17, 2007 17:03:07 GMT
Doc wandered the clinic's corridoors looking for the receptionist. The bloody girl was always on her mobile to that boy from down the lane. Why she was hired was beyond him. She was 17 and working in the local clinic's lobby reception.
He swiftly moved between the small ward eyeing to see if everybody was where they should be. Everything was as it should be, except the light was on in the morgue. The bright white light sparkled on the tiling from under the sliding doors of the local morgue.
"That damned girl, how many times do I have to tell her not to use her phone in the clinic!" He peered into the circular window on the door to find that she was wearing one of the doctorial overcoats. Puzzled he pressed his nose closer, watching. Why was she looking through the drawers? And not only that, a 'classified' drawer! He watched curiously, he wanted to see what she was going to do next.
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Post by Akira Maoir on Apr 17, 2007 17:14:11 GMT
Akira allowed a small sigh, the smell of morgues was not something that appealing, but this one was relatively clean anyway. She slipped on some plastic gloves and lifted the white covering. Instantly she began to examine the corpse.
Starting to turn greenish now, it was a few days old, minimum, a trace of internal fluids around the lips. She noticed burns covering the arms, some kind of pattern she had never seen before. A few spread across the older man's chest too, unusual. A couple of inscisions had been made, visible near the Y opening that had been stitched shut recently. This was something very interesting.
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Post by Doc Metcalf on Apr 17, 2007 17:26:49 GMT
Before this nosey young girl did anything more Doc stormed into the room.
"Miss Wright! What in God's name do you think you are doi..." That wasn't Amy Wright. Not Amy Wright at all.
"Excuse me?!" He boomed as he drew closer. "I knew every employee in this clinic, and you, Miss, are not on the pay roll" He said with a faint smile, but meant his business. "When did you get that coat? And what in hell do you think you're doing? This is a morgue! Not a peep show!" He whipped the sheet back over the body.
"Come on!" He said as he covered the body back up. "Who the hell are you! And why are you snooping around my clinic?!"
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Post by Akira Maoir on Apr 17, 2007 17:36:43 GMT
She turned to face a doctor as he stormed in and snapped the sheet over the body. For a second, she was a little shocked, she hadn't heard him come in, well, not until he shouted. "I..." She stammered, her eyes looking down to the floor and shuffling her feet.
"I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't be back here..." she started. "It's just... well I didn't know where to go, and I thought since I was told I would be doing experience in a morgue, I thought it best to come here first..." She paused and was about to push her hair back from her face before she realised she still had the gloves on and pulled the off, ramming them into a bin next to her. Pushing back some of the ash blonde hairs she looked at the doctor.
"I'm sorry... I was sent here for on site experience." She rolled her '"R's" heavily, allowing her accent to show she was foreign, it was good to use sometimes.
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Post by Doc Metcalf on Apr 17, 2007 17:45:43 GMT
Doc winced a little.
"Experience? Your here to be our new coroner?" He wasn't satisfied.
"What precaint are you from? And who was you serving under?" He glanced at her badge for only a second. 'Visitor'.
Doc slid the body back into the drawer. "In any other matter, this is a 'classified' drawer. Your not permitted to look here. Senior staff only. New coroner or not."
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Post by Akira Maoir on Apr 17, 2007 17:53:17 GMT
"I'm erm -" She paused for a moment, as if think of her words. "I'm sorry. I don't know. I was sent over from a small medical school in Sweden. I asked someone and they told me I should just go to my experience sector." She rubbed her face a little.
"I'm sorry" She appologised lamely, her accent obvious now.
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Post by Doc Metcalf on Apr 17, 2007 18:02:02 GMT
Doc Metcalf was still not convinced.
"My dear, either you are lying to me, or old age is really getting the better of me." He began.
"First things first. No medical student worth his or her teeth would let their hair flow down like yours; don't get me wrong, your very pretty, nice hair and some what, but you would of tied it into a bun, that's medical training." He stated with a wink.
"Secondly." He began again. "I have never heard of you, untill now. What is you name? You get me? I would have it on record." Then he thought of his dumb blonde receptionist upstairs, probably in a cupboard with that boy; doing god only knows what.
"And thirdly." He said while he pulled off her badge. "I just don't trust you." He smiled.
"Now... care to tell me some truth? Or shall I call out sheriff? He don't take kindly to nosey parkers in my clinic, especially snooping around the morgue, in our 'classified' business."
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Post by Akira Maoir on Apr 17, 2007 18:08:08 GMT
She shrugged, win some lose some. "Well, alright." Her accent nearly faded, some trace remained in her "R's" but nothing serious. "Since you caught me." Her stammer had disappeared completely.
"I did study medecine though." She flashed him a smile. "I'm here doing student research. I was asked to do some investigation, that's it. Don't worry, I'm not press or anything" She stepped as she spoke, turning a little, putting it so her back faced the door, an easy escape should she need it.
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Post by Doc Metcalf on Apr 17, 2007 18:27:31 GMT
He laughed but still did not look amused.
"I knew I smelt a rat. I might be old, but im not senile. Don't forget, im the town doctor, I know everyone here, better than they know themselves. I have the records." He smiled.
"So... what is it you study? 'Alien' activities? Another midnight scoper into the stars?" He crossed his arms quizzidly.
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Post by Akira Maoir on Apr 17, 2007 18:33:02 GMT
A laugh fell from her. "That stuff, no, I'm a sceptic." Her eyes twinkled, she had always thought what she had collected was fake, she had seen bodies, craft, mutilations, all sorts. And none of it seemed real.
"I study whatever I am paid to. I really don't care." A hand slid up to the clip that held her hair back, pulling it out and allowing the shimmering waist length hair to escape it's hold. She gave her head a shake and ran her fingers through, checking it was all in place.
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Post by Doc Metcalf on Apr 17, 2007 18:37:15 GMT
Something caught his attention.
"Oh..." He said like a child learning a new secret. "So you working for a 3rd party? Now, who might that be that permits you to sneak into my clinic withouth my permission? Care to jesture a pool?" He said wanting to know who she was working for.
He looked at his wristwatch as if he was to be somewhere. "Well...?"
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Post by Akira Maoir on Apr 17, 2007 18:40:40 GMT
She laughed. "Sorry, for one thing, I don't get names and faces, only checks in the post." She noticed the way he seemed to be in a rush to get away. "Even if I knew, you would have to pay me, just like anyone else that want information, so..." She gestured offhandedly.
"I'm not keeping you am I doctor. If you have patients to see, I can excuse myself." She smiled and rested her hand behind her neck, stretching her forarm for a moment.
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Post by Doc Metcalf on Apr 17, 2007 18:46:29 GMT
He looked at her, untrustidly.
"No..." He muttered. "Nowhere to be... the watch-nurse can keep an eye on things..."
He coundnt believe that someone would have the balls to break into a clinic, and a morgue of all areas.
"Tell me. What infomation was you looking for on that corpse? The strange burns? 'Cause i'll you, you wont be the first to try and figure out what they are." He insisted.
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Post by Akira Maoir on Apr 17, 2007 21:41:02 GMT
She gave him a smile. "Simply anything suspicious. In my line of work, you start to recognise things, those burns weren't from fire, or heated metal, unless it was silver, there was no sticking. They looked clean, nearly surgical. It reminds me of..." She paused, thinking of the name of the instrument. "Ah, I can't remember, it doesn't matter."
"I won't be the first, bt I hope I am the earliest one to get it right." She grinned before casting one last glance to the shrouded corpse. "You run a pretty clean place here, It's one of the better small time clinics I have seen." She kinda realised that made it sound like she made a hobby of breaking into morgues, but it was often part of her job. She had even done private detective work in her time, just hers was less legal.
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