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Post by mary on Dec 13, 2012 9:16:09 GMT -8
[atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=border,0,true]"I've been telling you, I'm just fine!" Jessie protested for the thousandth time, as she was led by a young man on his mid thirties through the doors of Hope Hospital. "I'm a nurse! I work here!"She had just got out of work not even a half an hour before, when she was accidentally pushed by this excessively Overzealous Suited Up Idiot. He had been rushing to go somewhere, rounded the corner of the street and miscalculated the distance between them, sending her flying against a nearby lamp post. Now he really was going to be late and she was going to have a nasty scar on her forehead. Obviously the guy didn't know anything about medical care or he wouldn't have made it his point to drag her all the way to the hospital. As if she might die of Eyebrow Gash. For Pete's sake, it wouldn't take more than three stitches to get it all lovely again. "You really need to see a doctor.", Overzealous Idiot counselled with the same fervor and earthly wisdom with which he'd been harassing her for the past ten minutes. She ignored his commentary and directed herself to the emergency room, bloodied tissue firmly tucked against her forehead. "Jeanie," she pleaded. "Tell this young man he can leave me the hell alone. Who's working today?" There were really few people she'd trust to sew her forehead back together. If she was unlucky, she might end up without a chunk of her eyebrow - which would be the fulfillment of her deepest wishes, of course. Who wouldn't want to get their eyebrow torn apart? She felt like kicking Overzealous Idiot in the face. The only reason she hadn't bitten his face off before, was because she had nearly seen stars like they do on cartoons. After she'd hit that lamp post, it had taken her about three minutes to be able to get back on her feet and then she'd been too worried finding a pack of tissues and her pocket mirror to assess the damage to bother paying the moron any attention. "Ma'am, this girl needs to be taken care of. She's been bleeding a lot." Because people who bleed are just bound to die. "Oh, shut up, you!" If it weren't for him, she could be home eating soup, cozy on her bed and watching The Good Wife. "Don't you have any other women to try to maul?!" She glared at Jeanie, who was just standing there hearing the discussion with a confused look and scolded: "Don't just stand there gaping like a fish. Who's in today? Betty? Kate? Please tell me it's not Doctor Mallard..."DATE || april 17th, roughly 9:15 a.m.
WEATHER || It's a hospital so I'd say it's not raining.
NOTES || <3
TAG || OPEN, MARIELLE |
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MARIELLE LAROUX
Civilian  
IDENTIFIED KNIGHT
I'm the leader of a crowd
Posts: 38
MINI INFO - GENDER: Female
MINI INFO - D.O.B.: 07/14/1983
MINI INFO - OCCUPATION: UCLA Nurse
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Post by MARIELLE LAROUX on Dec 13, 2012 12:07:44 GMT -8
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Words: 750 Tags: Jessie Notes: ...This was a lot of ramble, whoops. [/style] There were days she disliked her job. Those were normally the days when she was at campus and some idiot jock was in the station for bleeding from the ears or with the nastiest shiner ever and she was the only one with the free time to take care of him, and it normally ended with him obtaining new injury due to attempting to look down her shirt. Then, then there were days she hated her job and honestly asked herself 'why did I want a profession where the higher up are predominately men?' She would then proceed to have a serious career choice crisis where she seriously considering becoming a bartender, or something equally low-key. Of course she never followed through.
Today was one of those days, as she sat and listened to the droning of her former boss at the hospital, seated in one of the uncomfortable upholstery chairs across his desk. You know, the one that had sent her to UCLA to work because of 'behavioral problems'. He was probably just mad that when he tried to threaten fire her if she didn't go on a date with him, she proceeded to reject him in the middle of the hall, for all to see, making sure to point out how unprofessional it was to use his own position to manipulate others. Men and their fragile, fragile pride.
Apparently his pride wasn't broken enough not to ask her to temp, however. At least he had the courtesy to give warning – he'd already made her excuses to UCLA, and they couldn't complain too much, really, seeing as he'd warned them from the start he may have needed Marielle as a temp. Now, one of his better nurses was in Arizona for her aunt's funeral, and he had to come crawling to little Miss LaRoux to temp while she was gone for the next four days. She wanted to say no, but her electricity bill told her otherwise – she wasn't what you'd call hurting for money, but she would be if she wasn't careful...living wasn't cheap in Los Angeles, and she was too damn prideful to stoop to government assistance...ever. The bonus she would get from temping would be considerable, so, common sense won out over pettiness.
So she sat, she listened to his buzzing rules and him telling her to behave herself in fifteen different phrases, until finally she was set free to do what she was being paid to do. She made a line for the emergency room station, where she was set to be (of course it was one of the most stressful jobs, why couldn't she be overseeing coma patients or something?), and of course the first thing she was greeted with was a small commotion. She leaned against the doorframe and watched the exchange, for a moment, assessing the situation before gliding over, the heels of her boots she'd yet had the time to change clacking against the linoleum in an almost ominous fashion. She came up behind the man who was harassing her co-worker, placing a hand on hi shoulder to get his attention, and a saccharine smile came across her face as he turned to her.
“Unless you'd like me to give you a reason to stay in the emergency room, get out of here.” she stated sweetly, though she made sure he could tell it was a threat. There was a pause, and before he could say anything she continued. “In case you haven't noticed we have enough problems without a silly boy attempting to mother hen someone who's a nurse herself. You're adding to the chaos, not aiding it. She'll be seen to. Now, out.” See, she could put logic to her threats. Luckily it seemed to appease him enough and he turned to go, and Marielle raised her eyebrows in amusement at the woman who was being assaulted by the tool who had, apparently, been the reason for her injury.
“Well well well, aren't we looking a bit ragged this morning. I hope every day I've been gone hasn't been like this, or else I may feel a bit bad.” Of course, she made it sound as if she hose to leave, when in fact most the hospital had been told she'd been moved due to the behavioral problems bullshit. After all, couldn't let Mr. Edwin be seen in a bad light, oh no, he had to spread hi story so everyone knew he was the 'victimized' one.
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