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Post by JULIETTE ANNE BOUVIER on Dec 9, 2009 20:23:45 GMT -5
Everything was quiet in her dorm as Juliette awoke at 5:30 AM, slipping a robe on over her tank top and pajama bottoms, her normally straight brown hair sticking out in all different directions. She trudged softly into her bathroom, her mind not fully awake yet as she turned on the hot water, watching the steam slowly begin to form as she placed her towel down on the toilet seat and stripped herself before stepping inside, a soft sigh escaping her lips as the warm water reached her body, relaxing her muscles and making her mind begin to function correctly. She poured her strawberry scented shampoo into her hair and scrubbed it mercilessly before rinsing it, slowly washing her body before using conditioner, rinsing and stepping out, wrapping her towel around her body and beginning to dry off.
She walked into her room and looked at the time. 6:10 AM. She had 40 minutes before she had to leave. Perfect, that gave her enough time to do everything she had to do. She slowly slipped on a black bra and matching underwear before trying to decide what to wear, finally deciding on a simple black blouse and white capris, before walking back into the bathroom, running the brush through her hair until it was straight and then she brushed, no, scrubbed her teeth before putting on lipstick, eyeshadow, eyeliner, mascara and a bit of blush then slipping on her shoes, just at perfect timing before she left, slipping in her silver dodge viper and speeding off towards the hospital, arriving just in time as to where she wouldn't be late.
When she arrived she slipped on her doctor's uniform, aka a long white coat, and walked around with the other interns, waiting for something interesting to happen. The hours slowly slipped by and soon it was 12:00 PM, time for lunch. Juliette slipped into the lounge and got a sandwich and an apple, eating them slowly before she got back to work, the clock ticking. She wanted something excited because so far she had only gotta an old man who had gotten his hearing aid stuck in his ear, nothing that was very much the kind of exciting that she wanted. It was then she noticed a man being led in and she hurried over, looking at the doctors. "I'll take over from herree" she stated, her french accent obvious in her voice as she lead the man away, smiling at him. "Bonjour, I am Juliette Bouvier and I'll be taking care of you today" she stated softly towards him.
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Post by elle on Dec 9, 2009 22:27:38 GMT -5
 BUT I NEVER FELT SO MUCH LIFE & THAN TONIGHT HUDDLED IN THE TRENCHES,& gazing on the battle field, our rifles blaze away[/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------
This morning had been like every other. Noah's alarm had gone off bright and early, as it usually did. The military had conditioned him to be up before the sun was even up. He systematically went about his day, getting a quick shower, brushing his teeth, throwing on clothes and grabbing a cup of coffee. By six thirty he was sitting in his ratty recliner searching the wanted adds for some kind of work. Of course, there were security companies hiring and they always liked to take on veterans, but who actually wants to be a rent a cop? Not Noah. This twenty five year old didn't have exceptionally high hopes, but he certainly had set the bar a little bit higher than law enforcement. But, beggars can't exactly be choosers. Using a yellow highlighter he marked the jobs that looked promising. Ten total. If he planned everything out, he could make all of them today without a problem. First stop Armada security.
Putting in applications was tedious and not very enjoyable. The first four places he had been to all seemed eager to discuss his three tours over seas, but nothing else. All they wanted to hear about were the mortars and and IEDs... things he simply wasn't willing to discuss, and since he wouldn't give them gory details they assumed he was just not cut out for the job. he was dismissed with a very simply "We'll call you." Noah knew they wouldn't. They were looking for someone who would act like a billy bad ass whether they were or not. He had a sneaking suspicion that most of the guys employed at these places had never actually seen combat, which is why they were so happy to brag about it. There were plenty of them out there, spouting stories that they had heard from someone else, sporting battle scars that were most likely self inflicted. Just thinking about it caused rage to bubble up inside the veteran as he walked down the street. In an attempt to stop the anger he lit one cigarette, and then another, followed quickly by another. That specific vice was simply not the answer to his problem and it was much to early to drink. so, how else could he relieve his tension? Noah then remembered the gun range just a block from his apartment. Firing off a couple rounds would certainly do the trick.
After registering at the desk and filling out all of the necessary paperwork the clerk handed Noah the nine millimeter hand gun he had requested and pointed him in the direction of his target. Once his ear plugs were securely in place he took the gun in his hands and savored the feel of the metal between his fingers. It had been far too long since he'd pulled the trigger on any weapon. Of course, the military psychologists would frown on this, saying that he could possibly be suffering from PTSD and just the sound of gun fire could send him into a panic. Noah doubted this, but there was only one way to find out. He aimed very precisely at the target twenty feet away and gently squeezed the trigger. The sound did not startle him, in fact, it was exhilarating. There was a rush of adrenaline as Noah quickly emptied the clip into the target.
While he had just shot expert, the girl in the lane next to him had not. Noah had not taken any notice of the beginner, he had been much to self involved, that was until he felt a stabbing pain in his left arm. In a fit of excitement (caused by actually hitting the target) the girl had forgotten to put the safety back on her 22 caliber pistol and had accidentally squeezed the trigger. Noah just happened to be standing in the wrong place at the wrong time. He glanced at the wound and bit his lip. It honestly wasn't that bad. He had suffered worse in Afghanistan, but laws were laws. The police had to be called a report had to be filed and Noah had to be rushed the the closest emergency room. If you had asked him it was too much of a fuss for something quite trivial, but laws were laws.
When the ambulance arrived at the hospital, Noah found himself being lead in and supported by two young doctors, or maybe they were nurses, he honestly couldn't tell. "I can walk you know." He muttered and attempted to pull away from them just as a beautiful young woman walked up. Was she going to be his doctor, looked that way. Well, maybe I should get shot every day... he thought to himself as she lead him away. "Really, it's not that bad. Just a flesh wound, honestly." He said to her as she lead him away. "Nothing to worry about."
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Post by JULIETTE ANNE BOUVIER on Dec 12, 2009 21:25:27 GMT -5
The stench of old people and medicine was very strong in a hospital, so strong that juliette couldn't help but wrinkle her nose, even though she had been in the hospital for nearly a week now. she led the man into one of the empty rooms and helped him sit down on one of the long, white linen covered beds. "So i'm going to neeeed to take a qeeck luke at your arrrm" she stated, her french accent heavy in her voice as she slowly unwrapped the bandaged from around his arm, smiling at him as she did so. She raised her eyebrow as she examined the wound with her eyes, looking around back for an exit wound and eying one in alignment with the gunshot and frowning a bit. She moved away from him for a quick moment, only to apply the latex gloves that needed to be worn, just so she didn't spread anything or infect the wound. She slowly ran her fingers over the wound and looked up at him. "Just a flessh woond, eh?" she stated, her eyebrow raising slightly at him as her fingers slowly ran over it.
"Thees woond shall requiree steeches, but only a few. Once I have completed that youu shall bee releesed" she stated slowly, smiling at him and attempting to hide the excitement that bubbled within her. She had never stitched a real person before, though they had already gone through that phase during then summer when she had been at college. "You aree verrry luckey that the bullet exited your bodyy, or I wood have had to deeg a bit to gettt it out" she stated, hoping he could understand her through her heavy french accent as she smiled at him. "Iff you arre readyy we shall get started" she purred softly at him, smiling with her pearly whites.
ooc: sorry for the suckiness, it will get better i promise
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Post by elle on Dec 12, 2009 21:45:21 GMT -5
BUT I NEVER FELT SO MUCH LIFE & THAN TONIGHT HUDDLED IN THE TRENCHES,& gazing on the battle field, our rifles blaze away [/color] ,[/size] ---------------------------------------------------------------------
Stitches weren't new to Noah. He'd had wounds worse than this in Afghanistan. Shrugging he looked at her with a light smile. "Really, It's no big deal." He might have been a bit more upset if the bullet was still in his arm, but even then it wouldn't have been that bad. No surgery required. As long as they didn't have to put him under Noah really didn't care. As the doctor pulled on her latex gloves Noah looked her over, wondering just how old she was. She looked a little young to be a doctor. She was probably an intern. When most people came to that conclusion they would have requested the presence of an actual doctor. Noah didn't much care. He had been patched up plenty of corpsmen and it was likely that this girl had quite a bit more experience than any of them.
"Great. I'm a ready. Just get me out of here..." He muttered, and glanced around the ER. It wasn't quite the same as the military hospitals he had been in. It seemed a little more comforting. There was more light and it seemed cleaner. However, it was still and unbelievably sterile environment. One, he didn't exactly feel at home in. The idea of people dying all around him brought back memories he didn't care to relive. Seeing nurses and doctors rush around trying to save trauma patients may have been different from what he had seen in the middle east, but it was still eerily familiar. So much so that he closed his eyes and went to his happy place.
There he was waiting for the doctor to start stitching him up. His body was physically there, but his mind was back at the range, imagining the cold metal of the pistol in his hand again. The though of empty clip after clip into the paper target twenty feet away helped with his anxiety. Once he had calmed himself down enough he opened his eyes and glanced at his doctor. She was very beautiful. Noah knew he shouldn't flirt, but it couldn't hurt to make small talk, right? "What did you say your name was?" he asked, trying not to sound flirty. It was best to be professional.
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Post by JULIETTE ANNE BOUVIER on Dec 12, 2009 21:59:15 GMT -5
Juliette didn't leave Noah for long, only long enough for her to bounce over towards the door and get her needle ready, prepared to stitch him up. She grabbed a bit of gel and slowly slipped back over to him, applying the gel softly to his wound and running her finger gently up and down the wound, numbing it so that it wouldn't hurt him, though by the look of him he had probably been through worse. She walked back over towards her table and brought back with her some sterile water and some betadine, which she would apply after she cleaned the wound, which she had noticed had, somehow, gained a bit of dirt inside of it. She slowly applied the sterile water and cleaned away almost all traces of dirt before taking the betadine and slowly applying it around the edges of the wound. "Thees Shouldn't hurt" she stated, though she figured he didn't hear her from the lack of responce she got.
As his eyes closed, she managed to get a good look at him and smile, thinking that, overall, he was a fairly handsome guy and could definitly be classified under the 'dateable' catergory. She walked back over to the table and put the betadine and sterile water back before grabbing her suture and thread, slowly placing it at the wound and beginning to stitch him up. She was only on her second strand when she saw him open his eyes and then ask her a question and she smiled at him. "My name is Juliette, but if you want you may call me Jules or Julie, preferrably Jules" she stated, smiling at him as she went back to stitching up the wound, she stopped momentarily and her eyes went back to him, but she quickly went back to stitching him up, her normally dark cheeks turning a bright shade of red.
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