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| Hangdog | Nov 25 2008, 03:55 PM Post #1 |
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Dawn slunk apologetically over the horizon, as if it had spent the night drinking in a SMOKY BAR when its wife was expecting it to come back with groceries, and it knows full well that it has been gone far too long for her not to be suspicious. At some point, a nurse had come around asking how she was doing. The nurse had that painfully sympathetic look that graces the faces of absolutely everyone when they look at the victim of a HORRIBLE accident. Doris almost couldn’t believe it was she herself who was receiving that…um… delightful look. The nurse hadn’t stopped smiling. “If you’re feeling strong enough, there’s a doctor who’s expecting you this afternoon. Until then, you’re encouraged to just relax. …You look like you still need some rest.” Doris must have looked as tired as she felt. That wasn’t a bad thing, taken by itself. It doesn’t hurt to be bushed when you’re trying to look sick. But… holy schamoley, she was bushed. It’s fine to go just one night without an ounce of sleep, in theory, but DAGNABIT! No all-nighters from here on in! Thus she reflected as she wandered through the day-lit halls, peering around in a way she hoped looked nonchalant, or at least dazed. Invisibly, she made notes of who she saw, what they were doing, and where they were going. You never knew when a little general knowledge would come in handy; a good investigator has a good memory. Especially true when you don’t know what you’re looking for. As weary as she was, Doris didn’t want to waste the day. She was all too eager to get this over with, get paid, go home and eat breakfast in bed. Somewhere, Doris should find somewhere to look like she belonged, where she could ask QUESTIONS. |
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| Moonlit Midnight | Nov 26 2008, 07:40 PM Post #2 |
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Daniel turned over in his bed as it grew brighter outside. His eyes opened slowly as he realized the bad side of late night visits. Not only had he stayed up late talking to Katrina, but the voices had been so loud afterward that he couldn't fall asleep. A nurse came to his room to check on him and suggested he take a walk. Daniel wondered if he would see Katrina while he walked. Either way, it would be nice to stretch his legs. |
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| Hangdog | Dec 1 2008, 10:43 AM Post #3 |
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Intellectualism, lulz
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Doris stopped by the door to one of the shared rooms and leaned against the wall. She put her ear to the wall tile, wondering drowsily what the subject of the conversation in there was. Listening carefully, she could almost pick up words… “...could kill him with a folded napkin. It would only be a challenge if…” Startled, Doris listened harder. “…You’re joking, man. The only real wrestling champion is the Red Falcon, yo, seriously…” Feeling vaguely had, Doris removed her ear from the tile. She was getting discouraged. She wasn’t looking for leads; she was looking for leads to leads. Grasping at shadows… yawn… (ooc: Hope you don’t hate me for beating around the bush for one more post. )
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| Moonlit Midnight | Dec 15 2008, 03:15 PM Post #4 |
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(OOC: No, just let me try to make a suitable reply.) Daniel yawned as he walked down the hallway. He was still so sleepy. He rubbed his eye, he needed more sleep. He was so tired, he almost bumped into Katrina standing next to a wall. |
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| Hangdog | Dec 19 2008, 03:55 PM Post #5 |
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Intellectualism, lulz
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*snerk* -YAH-! Ah- she’d fallen asleep on her feet for a second there. Doris shook her head sharply, superly hoping to keep that sleep-fog out of it. But crud it, it SNUCK up without knocking… She looked up. There was Daniel. “Oh!” she exclaimed, actually a bit happy to be looking into those dewy upturned eyes. He was a peach in daylight, too. “’Gmornin’, Danny! I didn’t expect to see you!” Forgetting for a moment that she probably shouldn’t touch him, she tried to ruffle his hair. (ooc: Everyone has at least one word that they know isn’t in the dictionary, but they use anyway, ja? I’m thinking ‘superly’ will be that word for Doris.) |
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| Moonlit Midnight | Dec 19 2008, 09:58 PM Post #6 |
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Daniel smiled up at Katrina. "Good morning, Katrina." he looked down the hallway and saw that no one was around. "What are you doing here?" (OOC: It burns! My eyes are poisoned by my awful post!) |
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| Hangdog | Dec 27 2008, 10:30 AM Post #7 |
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Intellectualism, lulz
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Doris yawned. “I’m having a look around.” Wink. “Will you walk with me?” She began to walk slowly away from her temporary upright bed, hands held where she felt like her pockets should be. “I bet you want to know how a real spy works, don’t you? Kids love that sort of thing, don’ they?” Tired as she was, Doris was warming up to the idea of a sidekick. Wouldn’t that be cute? Maybe a kid would keep her awake. Maybe she wouldn’t look so suspicious, if she was able to say she was just ‘playing spy’ with a little boy. |
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| Moonlit Midnight | Jan 25 2009, 04:40 PM Post #8 |
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"Okay." Daniel replyed, wondering what Katrina was planning on doing. "What do spies do anyways?" (OOC: Ick, not only is my post bad, it's also very late.) |
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| Hangdog | Feb 8 2009, 10:13 AM Post #9 |
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“Uh- …Hmm…” Well now. Doris apparently couldn’t decide quite how to answer that question. As they passed another door, Doris stopped reflexively and peered in. An empty room. She began to semi-frantically search her definition of ‘spy’, or ‘private eye’. Doris came up with an image of an image of a cool-headed trench-coat-wearing manhunk shooting his way into warehouses and wooing dames. Against his will. Searching her personal memory, she came up with a lot of time spent following people around with a really tiny pair of orange binoculars and trying to put things back on desks in exactly the way she found them. People always asked her this kind of question. Like with anything she felt strongly about, she could never give them a satisfactory answer. Well… which version do you tell your new ‘sidekick’? … Probably what will help YOU out. After what felt like a very prolonged two seconds, Doris answered Daniel, “…Spies… listen to everything. And try to remember everything they see and hear. They try to know what everyone is doing, without letting anyone know that they know.” She smiled cunningly at the little boy. “If you were a little fpy… excuse me, s-py, you’d pay attention to what people are really doing in this hospital… especially the doctors.” (ooc: It’s not that bad. Sometimes short responses are just more realistic.) |
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