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Who: Dr. David Hayward and Denzel Crocker
Where: Hospital in Spero
When: Shortly after arriving
Rating: PG - PG-13?
Summary: Medical examination
The Log:
Denzel manages to step his way back to Stern Street, following the tracks he had made earlier to the University Dorms. Standing in the middle of the street he stood there. His two items in hand, the net and tracker, the communication device in his pants pocket. Very slowly, Denzel starts making a circle to see maybe what direction he ought to head in before quite soon, he saw the Hospital sign in the distance. With each passing steps though the snow he could feel the cold continuing to stab though his rather thin body like a thousand knives. His shirt and pants wet and doing nothing for him, "They're not going to put you in the asylum, Denzel. You're sick. You're know you're sick and unprepared for this weather." He continues to talk to himself as he tracks towards the hospital, "Those scientists why if I could -" Pausing to cough rapidly, "You have to make it at least halfway there. WHAT'S YOUR MIDDLE NAME?!.. Well, it's Quincy, 'technically' but that's besides the point... It's also Crackpot but I know what I mean. Persistence!" Turner wondered why he could never shake Crocker off of his back. Before falling to his knees and shaking. "This is not persistence. YOU FAIL! I can't believe you're meeting up with a doctor but it's not as if they're going to put you in that jacket in that little room." Not that he was in a situation to question that. Before finally to manage to use his butterfly net as a walking stick and prods himself up, "You are not going to let those SCIENTISTS BE WHAT DEFEATS YOU!" Pausing to massive cough, "No, not after all of this time."
Where: Hospital in Spero
When: Shortly after arriving
Rating: PG - PG-13?
Summary: Medical examination
The Log:
Denzel manages to step his way back to Stern Street, following the tracks he had made earlier to the University Dorms. Standing in the middle of the street he stood there. His two items in hand, the net and tracker, the communication device in his pants pocket. Very slowly, Denzel starts making a circle to see maybe what direction he ought to head in before quite soon, he saw the Hospital sign in the distance. With each passing steps though the snow he could feel the cold continuing to stab though his rather thin body like a thousand knives. His shirt and pants wet and doing nothing for him, "They're not going to put you in the asylum, Denzel. You're sick. You're know you're sick and unprepared for this weather." He continues to talk to himself as he tracks towards the hospital, "Those scientists why if I could -" Pausing to cough rapidly, "You have to make it at least halfway there. WHAT'S YOUR MIDDLE NAME?!.. Well, it's Quincy, 'technically' but that's besides the point... It's also Crackpot but I know what I mean. Persistence!" Turner wondered why he could never shake Crocker off of his back. Before falling to his knees and shaking. "This is not persistence. YOU FAIL! I can't believe you're meeting up with a doctor but it's not as if they're going to put you in that jacket in that little room." Not that he was in a situation to question that. Before finally to manage to use his butterfly net as a walking stick and prods himself up, "You are not going to let those SCIENTISTS BE WHAT DEFEATS YOU!" Pausing to massive cough, "No, not after all of this time."