Post by TINSEL VALLOS on Jun 13, 2011 23:56:31 GMT 1
The World is a Vampire, Sent to Drain
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[/color][/i], the nurse put her hand on TJ's back and pushed her into the hallway. "Uh thank you"[/color] she spoke gently as her head turned around to look at where the woman was touching her back, her eyes flashing back to the man. She quickly wiped her head back around and walked into the empty room that the woman gestured her into.
A heavy sigh left TJ's lips as she held the wrist of her left hand that currently had an enormous gash in it. Her warm brown with rust colored eyes gazed up from the wound as she looked up at the others in the waiting room. It was already ten in the morning and there was more then a few patients.Did I make the right choice moving here?" she asked herself as her eyes looked back at her hand. The hand was not bandaged up but in fact covered in alcohol and stinging.
TJ bit her bottom lip as she tried to keep herself occupied, her eyes began to close as she began to breath deeply. It wasn't working, it never worked when she tried to keep her mind on something else, then again it could have just been the size of the wound. Her eyes flashed open as she heard the door open. Like any other person, she couldn't help but look to see who came in the door. In fact it was a gentleman, dressed in an interesting jacket and carrying an old fashioned bag. Her exotic eyes stayed on him for a moment as the blond receptionist talked to him for a few moments and then got up. Judging by the bag, TJ could only guess he was a doctor.
Scoping the fellow out actually did make her forget about the pain for a few seconds but the surging pain soon came back and TJ bit her bottom lip harder to stop herself from screaming. This was ridiculous, the wound wasn't even produced from a mission. She was at a pub, things got ugly, and trying to stop the fight she got cut in the hand. Yes yes, ten in the morning was early, but hey things happen. In fact she wasn't even planning on going to a local pub this morning when her kitten Christmas woke her up. But it looked inviting and it had been a while since she had actually been in one.
Tinsel unzipped her leather jacket as she grew a little warm, no doubt from an infection or something from her wound. Then again it could have been from all the body heat. TJ immediately thanked herself that she didn't wear her bobbed wig, but it would have been better then having her long wavy dark chocolate brown hair on her neck. With her good hand, TJ moved her mass of hair to one shoulder and quietly waited for her name to be called. Her warm brown eyes couldn't help but gaze back up at the guy again, now casually leaning up against the wall, scanning everyone. Her eyebrow arched a little and the throbbing pain brought her to look back at her wound. Her good hand reached up as she gently rubbed her lips, sure enough, poison was slowly seeping through. A frustrated sigh left her lips and she rolled her eyes as she wiped off the gooey substance and wiped it on her pants. No doubt from the pain she was in, it was her defense mechanism. Though since she took the job at the Bureau it was getting hard for her to control her ability. It couldn't be that basically everyday they make her feel nervous or get her adrenaline going so she could produce it and they could run tests.
"Miss Roxanne Brown" the nurse called out. It took a minute for TJ to register that she had given her a fake name. Quickly TJ stood up and walked towards the nurse, her boots scuffing the floor. "Wow that looks deep, come this way and a doctor will see you immediately"
Wordcount: I didn't count :3
Outfit: Here <3
Musack: Bullet with Butterfly Wings by Smashing Pumpkins
Notes:<3 <3 <3 sorry if its long, I got a lot of muse all of a sudden XD
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