Post by Daishi Ranmyaku on Jan 27, 2012 15:10:35 GMT -5
Ah, the infirmary.
A place of healing and random encounters, and the occasional love story would begin here, as well.
Four beds (with curtains not drawn out) occupied the main room. Beside each bed were assortments of cabinets filled with everything the Infirmary Head would need to assist anyone that would come in, save having to sew them back together again.
A bag filled with various types of needles and thread, sitting on the counter nearest the office the Head would be in during normal school hours, covered that.
Most infirmaries would also have smelled clean enough to eat off of, or be able to stave off the most severe infections just by rubbing it across one of the many stainless-steel surfaces. Right now, though, it had a hint of cigarette odor, which became more powerful the nearer to the office someone would come.
At this point, the Infirmary Head walked out of the office and began to open windows. Standing somewhat taller than the average man, silver hair hanging down from his head, and in a lab coat that looked to have been made from a multitude of other, less fortunate lab coats, he looked to be a busy man.
"Little brother, what am I going to do with you?"
Daishi turned around, looking at the door that lead to the hallway. From behind his glasses, off-yellow eyes scanned the room in a scathing way, as if by his glance everything would be wiped clean, including the vital oxygen necessary to breath. He was in a less-than-cheerful mood.
"Right off the bat, in Osiris Red. I expected Obelisk Blue, Ra Yellow would have been fine, but Red? What were you doing in that test room, huh?"
The weirdest thing about all this was that there was no other signs of life in the office, not even a microbe. Daishi liked it that way.
"Alright, let's get on with this. What have we been provided with?"
At that, Daishi began to make his rounds, grabbing a nearby clipboard off the counter next to the bag full of needles and thread to begin checking things off. He didn't speak, only muttered vaguely random words as he checked his supplies. He took his job seriously. The main reason being that, if he didn't, others would probably die.
A place of healing and random encounters, and the occasional love story would begin here, as well.
Four beds (with curtains not drawn out) occupied the main room. Beside each bed were assortments of cabinets filled with everything the Infirmary Head would need to assist anyone that would come in, save having to sew them back together again.
A bag filled with various types of needles and thread, sitting on the counter nearest the office the Head would be in during normal school hours, covered that.
Most infirmaries would also have smelled clean enough to eat off of, or be able to stave off the most severe infections just by rubbing it across one of the many stainless-steel surfaces. Right now, though, it had a hint of cigarette odor, which became more powerful the nearer to the office someone would come.
At this point, the Infirmary Head walked out of the office and began to open windows. Standing somewhat taller than the average man, silver hair hanging down from his head, and in a lab coat that looked to have been made from a multitude of other, less fortunate lab coats, he looked to be a busy man.
"Little brother, what am I going to do with you?"
Daishi turned around, looking at the door that lead to the hallway. From behind his glasses, off-yellow eyes scanned the room in a scathing way, as if by his glance everything would be wiped clean, including the vital oxygen necessary to breath. He was in a less-than-cheerful mood.
"Right off the bat, in Osiris Red. I expected Obelisk Blue, Ra Yellow would have been fine, but Red? What were you doing in that test room, huh?"
The weirdest thing about all this was that there was no other signs of life in the office, not even a microbe. Daishi liked it that way.
"Alright, let's get on with this. What have we been provided with?"
At that, Daishi began to make his rounds, grabbing a nearby clipboard off the counter next to the bag full of needles and thread to begin checking things off. He didn't speak, only muttered vaguely random words as he checked his supplies. He took his job seriously. The main reason being that, if he didn't, others would probably die.
