Open RP: Susan at night.

Jun 21, 2007 14:49

It was sometime quite late at night -- possibly around midnight, if such a thing were measurable. All was quiet. Except...

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ptonk-tonk.If one were to follow the odd, rhythmic sound to its source, one would find Susan Sto Helit sitting on a bench outside the First Aid station, bouncing a red rubber ball off a ( Read more... )

susan, rp, yazoo

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shotgun_allure June 21 2007, 20:49:06 UTC
He just wasn't used to this quiet. There wasn't...anything. In Edge and Junon, and the countless other cites and towns Kadaj had dragged he and Loz to over the years, there had always been something. Traffic-noise, or wildlife. Something to keep him awake and alert while his brothers slept. Even in the Forgotten city and the Northen Crater, there had been the quiet, sing-song hum of the Lifestream to listen to.

But here, there was nothing. Yazoo had caught up on over fifteen years of missed sleep in less than a month or so, and it rankled that there was nothing better to do. At least there were less people around at night.

He came round the corner and paused, briefly surprised. He had presumed the rhythimic noise to be that of machinary, or even plumbing. He considered retreating, but there was nothing else to do, and besides, it had just struck him as to where he he had seen the woman before. He leant against the wall. "You run the medic's station."

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sensiblesusan June 21 2007, 20:51:24 UTC
ptonk-tonk-fwip

Susan caught the ball and glanced up. "Yes. I don't believe we've met. I'm Susan."

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shotgun_allure June 21 2007, 20:57:10 UTC
"Yazoo." He didn't introduce himself often, and perhaps that was why his own name sounded strange on his tongue. "We haven't. I saw you treating somebody the other day. Any real medical training, or are you the only one bright enough to learn as you go around here?"

It didn't really mean to come out so biting; that was simply the way he spoke.

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sensiblesusan June 21 2007, 21:03:42 UTC
"I'm a governess," she said mildly. If his tone bothered her, she didn't show it. "One doesn't make a career of taking care of small children without learning a thing or two about patching up a minor injury or two."

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