|
| Welcome to DragonBall Z Arena. You're currently viewing our forum as a guest. This means you are limited to certain areas of the board and there are some features you can't use. If you join our community, you'll be able to access member-only sections, and use many member-only features such as customizing your profile, sending personal messages, viewing most of the boards, and role-playing. If you're already a member please log in to your account to access all of our features: |
| Insomnia--Thy Name is Gohan | |
|---|---|
| Tweet Topic Started: Dec 9 2014, 11:55 PM (463 Views) | |
| ScorriaGohan | Dec 9 2014, 11:55 PM Post #1 |
![]()
Newbie
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Yet another fighter He felt so helpless right now. Paralyzed with fear and surprise--abject horror gripped his heart the likes of which he had never experienced before. People like Nappa and Frieza had terrified him when he was small, old enough to read and get the basics of fighting, and yet the true impact of everything going on around him was just slightly out of his grasp--a tangible feeling that all the clues were there, a situation unfolding that was inherently understandable, but for some reason existed outside his full grasp. The tighter he tried to get a grip on the world, on himself, the more he seemed to miss with every passing moment. But the fear was there--terrible and ruining. And yet he had never felt something so powerful as when he was there, standing before the biological monster that had been born of malice and hubris, the culmination of decades of scientific advancement and absolute, unadulterated hate. The one person that needed him, above all others, that truly depended upon him was dead--scattered to the four winds in a tidal wave of parts and machine fluids, small echos of light and consciousness ebbing away--proof that what he had been, what he had tried to accomplish, was greater than the sum of his parts, just like any other human being. To call him other than his number would have been an insult to his very existence, a spit in the face of everything he held dear, and yet to call him otherwise would have been a practice in futility at best. Of all others, he had truly accepted who and what he was, and was prepared to die for what he believed in. And so he perished, his parts and pieces still existing in time and space, yet the spark of enlightenment had once dwelt within things so mundane as computer chips and conduits--to think that true life had evolved in something so regular as a walking computer. It was easier to see the death of a monster--so easy to justify the eradication of something that you could only see the evil in, see the bad stuff in. But when that same being tried, above all else, to redeem himself and protect life, protect nature... it turned his death from something that could be shouldered, something that could be tolerated, into something truly crushing, debilitating. He only knew the machine--no, man--for the span of roughly an hour. He did not get the chance to know all that the robotic man could offer this world, never got the chance to truly appreciate his personality, never got the chance to get to know him. In that instance, one might think the attachment was not there, that the boy had not known the robot long enough to truly understand his existence and lament his removal. Not so with the boy. It was not the memories or ideals that the android carried with him upon his death--it was the existence of true unknown. Not that the android could have turned evil again, not that the android could have helped father a new age in conservation and thought--it was the fact that he no longer had the choice to do so, no longer had the opportunity to decide for himself what he wanted to do with his life. That decision was taken from him--completely, utterly, finality. His death was not the eradication of a synthetic person--but the unknown future that person represented. How different would the world be without his very presence? What difference could he have made if he were still alive? All taken away with the span of a single foot, a crushing sound of metal and circuits--gone forever in a heap of hate and sinew. He loved life--he was willing to give everything to save it--and he let him die... You could have saved. A loud roar echoed through the house, newly furnished and built some weeks ago, only now seeing its first tenet. How significant that its first night with an owner would wake, the pain of anger, fear, and sadness gripping him in an entire instant, the boy--no, he was a man now--sat up in his bed, his breathing deep and irregular as his eyes finally adjusted to the reality around him, rather than the nightmare that had plagued him--so odd, so vivid, so real. It was almost as if his eyes tried to disbelieve the roof above his head, tried to disbelieve the bedroom around him, the faint smell of new carpet and drapes filling his nose. Barely any dust in the air. But it all ebbed away, the situation, the stress, the anger, the despair--it all melted away in that instant as he sat in his bed, looking down at his hands. No--not the hands of a boy anymore. The hands of a man, working his way through life. He pulled those hands to his face, feeling the moisture there and recoiling back away from his hands. Were these sweat drops or tears... he refused to answer that question, swinging his legs out of bed and tossing his sheets aside. He stood up, shakily, as if his body was more tired than when he went to bed, but stand he did, walking towards the washroom. The sound of running water filled the house at that point, the second thing to disturb the solace that was his new home. He pressed the warm water to his face, washing himself off right then and there--as if a final solitude to the hurt he had once felt--the hurt he still felt. His body felt too active--tired and restless, all at the same time--an excruciating mixture of wanting to do something, yet do nothing at all. A holding pattern of wanted motion and unwanted exertion, as if standing still would kill him, but doing anything other than sleep would only hurt him more. He turned off the water, holding his head with one hand while bracing himself against the sink with the other. He did not have these kinds of visions or dreams when he was younger, his carefree attitude dominating his life and livelihood--so why now was he haunted by them, his slumbering moments dominated by a menace of the past... No--the creature was just a symptom of the dream, an identity to latch onto to focus his anger and distress. No, the dream was not centered around him, or the hurt the others suffered by his hands would have been in that dream as well. If this was just a regular, bad dream--why was he not experiencing the whole ordeal? He could not push the conundrum from his mind, slipping into a modest robe and tying the lace around his waist as he stepped into the living room. Even the reclining chairs in here smelled fresh and new, no semblance of living or comfort among them. As much as he wanted to think they were relaxing, the fact that they felt so... clean almost made him feel less at ease. He stood back up from the recliner, looking out at the dark sky that greeted him. What time was it? He looked down at his wrist, noticing the absence of his watch--he must have taken it off last night, and he was not all too keen on going back in there at the moment. He scratched his neck, if only to give his hands something to do while he tried to figure out what the problem was--why these things were haunting him. Sixteen--why were his thoughts so focused on the Android named Sixteen? He looked out at the shadowy veil that was outside, as if convinced he could find the answer in the darkness of his environment, rather than his own mind. The one person he had truly failed, that had been counting on him, more than anything. And he died... He leaned his head against the window sill, feeling the familiar conversation ring in his head. Just like mom--he had failed her too. That was what was bugging him--the thought that not once, but twice, someone had depended upon him, and he had utterly failed to even notice her plight. How loudly did she scream for her husband, for her sons to help her? How much did she hope--pray--that they would come help her, only for that one and only hope she ever had to be broken. He leaned an arm against the window, the familiar ripple of disappointment hitting his body again. No wonder Mister Gatz was so protective of her--he was the only person that bothered to show up and actually give a damn about her. How could he call himself her son when he wasn't there when she needed him the most. He looked up at his own reflection in the window. "Some student of Kai," he said, as if trying to remind himself of what he was supposed to be, rather than what he wanted to be. He looked over at the shelf at the end of the room--no trophies, no tokens, no momento of a life spent training in combat, like his father kept. No, what was upon those shelves were books and diplomas, certificates and notaries. He felt so different from his father, and yet, his father had put all of his hopes into his eldest son, expecting Gohan to be the greatest fighter to have ever lived. So much for that nonsense... He dressed quickly, only bothering to bathe and clean himself enough to be presentable for the public eye, before leaving the house. He was too restless to truly go back to bed, and the feeling of sheets underneath him would only give him more cause for concern. Who was he supposed to be angry at, the one he was supposed to yell at and chide until they corrected their ways? It was not his father, it was not his brother--they were off doing what it was they did best. If anyone asked, they probably would have shared this burden as well, but he did not see them around at all, not in this city of bank accounts and flashy lights. Out of habit, he pushed the glasses back up his face--spectacles he did not need, but wore to protect his eyes from all the reading he did. His footsteps seemed to echo across the sidewalk and road as he left his residence, dressed for business, but his mind a million miles away from the very city he was walking in. His shoulders felt slumped--and for no real reason. He had a new job working as a doctor, he had a new home in the wealthiest, prestigious city one could hope for, and his family was probably the safest it had ever been. So why then, could he not dig his mind out of the slump he found it in. I already committed to never being unreliable, he thought to himself, looking up at the stars in the sky, his only witness to his mental dilemma--silent and watching, unhelpful as always. I already told her I would help take care of her--to keep her safe. So why, then, did he feel so distraught? Should he not feel angry about his shortcomings, to try his hardest to correct them? Why then did his Saiyan blood lie dormant, giving way to melancholy? He shook his head, trying to clear it as he walked down the road, the ever persistent sound of traffic slowly approaching him as he walked along the sidewalk, as if searching for more than just words, more than just encouragement. Would his mother end up like the one person that died because of him? It had already happened once--he would just have to figure out a way to keep it from happening all over again. He refused to let that happen again, Mister Gatz or no. Where was he going, exactly? An old man once told him... the feet knew where the soul was needed--let them carry you. ((WC: 2078)) |
![]() |
|
| TienValdus | Dec 10 2014, 02:55 AM Post #2 |
![]()
Newbie
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Dr. Jocelyn Addison casually strode down the sidewalk, looking around observing the sights around her. She lifted her arm up and adjusted the button on her sleeve. At least that's what it would look like to the untrained eye. In actuality she was taking a photo of one of the big important looking building with a micro camera in her jacket's button. You see, Jocelyn wasn't your normal blonde. No, she didn't dye her hair to get it that color, she worked for one of the most notorious organizations on the planet. The New Red Ribbon Army, and she was on a mission to gather information about this new city that the mechanized Android Terror had built. It was her initiation task to do this, the New Red Ribbon Army wanted to see if she was loyal. She understood when she took the job with the NRRA that things were going to be different in her life. Little she did know that she was in for a much different lifestyle. Everything was so secretive and covert, it was if the NRRA was hiding something at all times. Dr. Addison was a new hire, a lot of her hiring had to do with the name her fathered carried. Although she would like to think that her years earning her PHD would have been enough, it seemed it didn't hurt having a famous father in the field of robotics. In the world of Doctor's, Dr. Addison would be considered mighty popular for her latest achievement in the world of robotics was the invention of a new material used for prosthetic limbs that was about fifty times cheaper than what was being used now. Dr. Addison lowered her arm and returned to walking across the sidewalk. She felt nervous walking around these ominous structures, unsure what to make of the mind behind who created them. Everything seemed to exert it's own intimidating presence, whoever had the eye to build this city was someone with a high opinion of themselves, not that that was a bad thing. She could admire that trait she didn't carry. Sometimes she wished she could be showy with her persona in such a way, but she was but a humble scientist with goals of helping the human race advance to levels unseen before. Dr. Addison came to a crosswalk and noticed a building that just screamed important. She noted it down mentally, looking up to the street signs to mark the location of the building. She raised her wrist into the air and adjusted her button again, taking another photo. She narrowed her eyes when the crosswalk began to tell her to walk. She began her way across the street and made it to the other side without incident. She walked onto the sidewalk and began to make her down up alongside the street to a nearby coffee shop. She decided to take a moment to get herself refreshed. She began stood in line for a brief couple of moments before she was called up next to order. She ordered a Caramel Mocha coffee and she went off to the side to wait for her order to be completed, but not before tipping the Barista a few dollars. She looked around the coffee shop, for a new city they sure were progressive. WC: 554 |
![]() |
|
| ScorriaGohan | Dec 10 2014, 09:13 PM Post #3 |
![]()
Newbie
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
The concrete jungle was just as alive as ever. As he walked further and further in, the extreme early hours did not dent the sheer amount of life and activity that seemed to thrive in the very air. People were still going here and there, off to one appointment or party--some leaving work at this unsightly hour, others just now headed to work. Even now, he could make out the smell of those that had a little too much to drink and those that had not quite gotten their fill of the luxurious 'night life'. In a way, humans could be just as nocturnal as animals, but somehow managed to make about three times as much noise. Gohan did not fault them for their choice of lifestyle--only the gregariousness of which they pursued it. He was not a party animal like some of the others--he was never quite raised that way. He felt his fatigue and anxiousness run throughout his body--a mixture of desiring sleep and the instinctual need to do something--anything--other than just lay still. Whatever it was that was driving him further into the forest of glass and asphalt, it was a compelling reason as any. And yet the distress carried on, his nightmare lingering upon the forefront of his mind, looking where he was going but never truly registering the people he passed by--like they were all ghosts, things to be ignored as he walked alone in his own world of thoughts. Perhaps that was why the Android seemed to stretch on beyond the grave, a crucial reminder of all that he had lost, all he could have lost, and what he still had that was worth protecting... What did you do? The young doctor asked, looking up towards the sky, the twinkling stars fading from view the closer to the city proper he went. What had his father done to finally snap the thin string that was their family? What had Goten done to drive himself away from their mother? Gohan did not ask of himself what he had done wrong--he knew perfectly well. He had not bothered to catch up with his mother sooner, he had not even thought to check up on her occasionally during his time in college, studying medicine, just to make sure she was alright. And why not? For all he had known, she was still married to the world's strongest fighter, a man who had proven himself time and again to be the ultimate hero. Perhaps that was why she finally left his father--because she was too tired of being alone, with no one to help her. The one time she needed help from her family--any of them at all, they were no where to be found. Gohan was too 'busy' with his books, Goten was too preoccupied with his own life, and father was probably off training like he always was. He felt angry with the both of them, but he could not justify the anger in any way--he was just as at fault as they were. 'Damn it, Dad," he thought to himself, looking away from the black veil above and continuing forward. 'Why didn't you at least keep her wants and needs in your thoughts, instead of just becoming stronger?' This was getting him no where--he could be angry all he wanted, but it would not resolve anything right now, nothing at all. All that mattered was he now lived in the same city she did, working more-or-less for her husband, where he could make sure no one else tried to hurt her. At least with her new husband, she would be safe. And with her eldest son around, even more so. That is just how things would have to be until he could speak to his brother and father again... Gohan's nose picked up on a rather pleasant smell emerging from a nearby building, noticing it as a coffee shop. He could probably use something to drink right now--maybe even something to eat. 'Am I just hungry just to cheer myself up?' He thought wryly to himself, grimacing as he stepped into the small shop. There were a few people already in here, some nursing a rough night of sleep, a rough night of drinking, or both. Some were just here to be social, by the looks of things. The smell of coffee beans and stained wood had an odd, relaxing aroma to it, an inviting scent that made his muscles relax a little--how long had he been walking around with such tense muscles, anyway? They felt sore... Regardless, he went up to the counter and ordered a coffee with pumpkin spice and honey--an odd mixture, but he always had something of a sweet tooth. He also ordered a cinnamon roll--one of his favorites. He never did find a shop that made them quite like his mother, though some came close. As he waited, he looked out a nearby window, watching as the activity in the city rose and----- Whatever his thought process was, it was rudely interrupted, looking upon a woman that left him momentary dumbstruck. He shook his head a little, more to keep him from staring at the blond woman than anything else. She was quite the looker, that was for sure! He had never seen her around here before, so maybe she was new? Wait... He was the one new to this city. Maybe she had lived here her entire life! Regardless, Gohan rubbed the back of his head and cleared his throat. "M--my apologies, miss, you surprised me," he said honestly before offering her a warm smile. "Name's Gohan, M.D., I just recently moved here as one of the local physicians," he introduced himself before offering the woman a handshake. "I don't suppose you're in a similar situation?" ((WC: 999)) ((TWC: 3077)) |
![]() |
|
| TienValdus | Dec 10 2014, 09:51 PM Post #4 |
![]()
Newbie
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Jocelyn raised an eyebrow, somebody was talking to her. She turned her head and to her left was some bumbling guy who seemed to be interested in talking to her. She looked at his face for a second, he didn't look stupid so the M.D. title could be believable. He seemed to be a nice guy, but sometimes in the world of men that was a facade. For all she knew, he was some big shot that felt it necessary to include his doctorate in his name to try and woo ladies. Maybe that title impressed the girls that worked nine to five at the local Burger Barn but it would take more then that to seduce Jocelyn Addison. She looked down at the hand and then back up to the man who introduced himself as Gohan. That wasn't a usual name now that she thought about it, perhaps it was his last name and he hadn't gotten the hang of referring to himself as Dr. Gohan. Unless that was just his first name and he tagged M.D. on the end of it to...why was she thinking about this so much? It must have been because she was secretly nervous this guy was onto her. Could he have some association with the Great Android Terror she had heard so much about. Was this a paid assassin sent to take her out? She took the hand and shook it after a brief moment of hesitation. "Hello." She said plainly. "I'm Jocelyn Addison. Doctor, Jocelyn Addison." She said, her deep pools of blue looking into his eyes. "I'm not from around here. You could say I'm apartment hunting." The last part was a lie, the first half actual truth. "I just came here to get a cup of coffee. Something sweet to tingle the taste buds, you know?" She said with a little smile, not too big in case he was some creeper. She didn't want to give him any mixed signals. "But that's nice to here you're a physician newly moved here." She said looking around at the coffee shop and it's rustic environment. "This newly blossoming town needs all the help it can get. You must have felt like you won the lottery getting that job." She said nodding her head, agreeing with herself. Suddenly the Barista called out her name and Jocelyn looked over to see that her coffee order was finished. She slowly walked over and picked up the cup, grabbing onto the coffee cup's sleeve as to not burn her hands. She took a sip, jerking her head back a little to indicate what she just drank to be too hot. "Sometimes you just can't wait, am I right?" She said with a little snicker. She would gauge the rest of her conversation with this doctor a little more carefully from here on out. Her survival may depend on it, he could either be useful or a deadly obstacle. If she needed to get out of here, he would make a decent human shield for any oncoming fire. WC: 511 TWC:1065 |
![]() |
|
| ScorriaGohan | Dec 10 2014, 10:30 PM Post #5 |
![]()
Newbie
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Gohan felt a little awkward at her hesitation, not sure if he smelled funny or had just acted far too nervous around her. Maybe it was something he had said? A feeling of relief washed over him when she took his hand, shaking it lightly for a moment as she introduced herself. His eyes seemed to have some bit of recognition to them for a moment as he looked upon her, admittedly, rather pretty face. She definitely seemed cultured and intelligent, by her stance and demeanor anyway--like someone who took pride in everything she did, and he could not help but admire that kind of mentality--provided he had guessed her right. Still, the name sounded so familiar... "Jocelyn Addison, huh? Well, it's nice to meet a fellow doctor, I'll admit," he said with a nervous chuckle. "Yeah, I was in the mood of something sweet myself, but I guess I'm one of the few people to actually put honey in his coffee--I was always called 'weird' for doing that in college," he said, trying to calm his nerves a little bit. "I just recently got a place in this town as well, just down the street, actually. Rather nice for a shorter building, I'll admit," He said, staring off into the distance in thought. "I never really could get the hang of sleeping in an apartment--something about the height always bothered me, I guess," he said. It was true--he was adept in terms of flying around with his ki, but for some reason, he always preferred to keep his feet on the ground if he was trying to sleep. Rather odd, that... He chuckled a little, rubbing the back of his neck as he kept the other hand in his coat pocket. "You could say I won the lottery, yeah..." he said, trying to avoid the subject of how he came to be in this city. Aside from watching a man get his legs shot out by Mister Gatz, followed by going to a stadium to try and help anyone unfortunate enough to fight the same, it was a wonder he had managed to keep his composure around Mister Gatz at all--at least, enough to get him something akin to a job in this city. He already had arrangements for the house and all--but the job had been significantly harder, that much was for certain. Mister Gatz apparently did not like ineffective people here, it seemed... He noticed her recoil when she retrieved and sipped at her coffee, her comment followed by a snicker at her own blunder. "Oh, hey, be careful," he said before pulling out something small from his pocket. It looks like some kind of cough drop, but it was more creamy and buttery. "Here, eat this--it'll help keep the swelling down if you burn your tongue," he said, offering it to her, never noticing how suspicious or awkward it looked to be giving out random things to random strangers. He was always more of a welcoming, polite person, after all. "All good things come to those that wait, The early bird gets the worm... there's so many statements about that same thing I could list off, and really, all of them tend to contradict. Right now, with all the construction and expansion going on, now would probably be the best time to get a good deal on an apartment," he said to her, nodding in agreement. At that moment, he snapped his fingers. "Wait, I remember that name--are you Doctor Jocelyn Addison from the East City University? I heard all about you--youngest doctor at seventeen! It's a pleasure to meet you--they say you're the best in the field of prosthesis and robotics!" He said, no small amount of wonderment filling his voice. At that moment, he heard his name called and he walked over to the barista, claiming his drink and cinnamon roll. He then walked over towards a small, two-person table and offered the fellow doctor a seat. "I never could get the handle on robotics, heh," he said, a little embarrassed at the confession as he waited for his coffee to cool down a little. Well, that was not altogether true--he had fought against two different types of androids, living in fear of them for a short while, but it was enough to tell him he wanted nothing to do with synthetic life. The subject caused him to think more about his nightmare that night, but he shook his head. "I find my talents are more suited to helping people recover from injuries. I'm actually re-studying on pregnancies in my free time these days..." He said, being far more open with this woman than he probably should be. He just felt so talkative at the moment, despite his earlier dreariness. Perhaps it was because of his melancholy that he wanted someone to talk to... ((WC: 840)) ((TWC: 3917)) |
![]() |
|
| TienValdus | Dec 10 2014, 11:28 PM Post #6 |
![]()
Newbie
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
Jocelyn watched this man's face, if he was a spy he was either a real terrible one or a brilliant one. He acted so nervous with his speech sometimes, it seemed like he was uncertain how to react to her. She wasn't sure how to gauge her reactions either, this man was a total stranger and he was trying to play nice. What exactly was his end game? What was he looking for? Could it really be something as simple as companionship or was it more complex than that? He didn't seem like the type to be a cold calculated killer, but they always said looks could be deceiving. No one would have ever guessed a buxom blonde with a huge bust would graduate with her PHD at the age of Seventeen. She was surprised he didn't recognize her being a doctor and all, she knew doctor's liked to keep other doctor's names in their mouth. Gohan went on to talk about how he liked to put honey in his coffee. She arched a brow with a confused expression, "but honey goes in tea." She said, not understanding why someone would put honey in their tea. Well, it was a sugar substitute, maybe he was secretly diabetic or something. Well, that probably wasn't true, or he wouldn't be in a coffee shop where the temptation of sweets would be too grand. At least, that's how she would see it. Jocelyn refrained from eating too many sweets due to how unhealthy they were. Something that provided you with little nutritional value found very little appeal to her. Gohan said he had an apartment close by, this made her narrow her eyes at him a little. Why was he telling her he lived close by? Was this another shoddy attempt at wooing her? They had easy access to his bedroom so that was supposed to get her excited? What if his plan involved bedding her then killing her? It was in that moment she realized that it would probably be wise to not feign any interest in this man at all. Strangers were the worst when it came to kidnapping you and slaughtering you. Gohan rubbed the back of his neck and agreed that he indeed won the lottery. She wondered if he meant literally, or if he meant he'd won the lottery in meeting her. Why couldn't she just see the world as a simple line, instead of a crossword puzzle that needed solving? After nearly burning her tongue Gohan handed her a small candy in a wrapper, or perhaps it was a lozenge. Or perhaps it was his date rape drug. Whatever it was, she wanted no part of it. She grabbed it and stuffed it into her pocket, bowing her head. "Thank you, if it swells up I'll use it." By that she meant flush it down the toilet were she able to get out of this alive. Gohan began to list off idioms that she didn't really understand why he was using, then she got it when he began to talk about expansion of the city. Jocelyn thought he was listing off those to indicate he was ready to go into kill mode. Perhaps she needed to relax about that scenario being a possibility. She was over thinking it too much and if she continued it could be difficult to keep up a believable charade. Snap! Her eyes went wide when she heard it, thinking it was detonator ready to set the whole building in flames. It turned out to be Gohan just snapping his fingers and him realizing just who Jocelyn really was. He listed what her accomplishment was, oh boy. Seventeen? Had it really been two years already? She floated around the world of robotics for so long after college, it wasn't until now that she got this job with the NRRA that things were starting to look up for her. She enjoyed working for university money, but she wasn't capable of accomplishing her goals of really helping people like she wanted to. She bowed her head, trying to be humble instead of embarrassed for being noticed. "Yes, the one and the same Dr. Jocelyn Addison. It was no big deal really. Just tons of studying and long nights. I'm sure you remember." She said, blushing a little. She heard Gohan's name be called and then he sauntered over to the counter and picked up his coffee and cinnabun the twice the size of his fist. Her eyes widened a little...how did he stay so thin if this was any indication of his diet? Gohan offered her a chair at a nearby table. She was hesitant at first, not wanting to appear rude if this Doctor was actually genuine. But she didn't want to arouse any suspicions that she was onto him if he really did turn out to be a creeper. She took a seat and politely put her coffee on the table and looked up at him as he sat down and admitted her couldn't get the hang of robotics. That was absurd to her, she found androids to be a much simpler concept to grasp then the human anatomy. Too many factors to worry about with the fragile human life. With an android you were ensured strength and longevity, things could be maintained at a much higher rate. "Oh, robots are easy. Being a doctor must be so complex really now that I think about it. All those variables, the fact a patient can lie to you and change everything. I find machines to be more honest." She said warmly. WC: 938 TWC: 2004 |
![]() |
|
| ScorriaGohan | Dec 10 2014, 11:48 PM Post #7 |
![]()
Newbie
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
He completely missed her comment about putting honey into tea, instead of coffee--to him, tea and coffee were basically the same, just different avenues thereof. He never really had much in the way of tea or coffee when he was young, and with all the nights he spent studying, coffee seemed to give him a bit more of a spring in his step than tea did. He chuckled again at her comment regarding human biology and the complex variables that would likely take place on the operating table. "I'll admit, there's a lot that can go wrong," he said, his cheerful attitude gone for a moment as he looked down at his steaming coffee. "One slip-up can spell someone's doom, but... I got some really high marks when I was in the North City University, and all of my practical tests were pretty good as well," he said, leaving out the part of 'almost the best in the class'. He really did not feel like boasting, not when THE child genius of their age was literally sitting a few feet in front of him. It felt like trying to boast about combat capability compared to someone like his dad--you were in for all kinds of disappointment. He looked up at her, finally, looking over at her rather embarrassed blush. "Oh, you don't need to be modest, Doctor Addison--a PhD at seventeen is something to be really proud of. Now, admittedly, I'm one of the younger men to get my own medical license, but I still lag behind someone of your skill! I spent a lot of time studying when I was a kid too, but I guess you were just better at it," he said, laughing a little to break the awkwardness. That, and get rid of the thought in his head that reminded him more about how much time he spent studying and how much time he actually spent training for the next big threat to his planet. It seemed like every time he turned around, he had to deal with invading aliens or rampagining machines. Come to think of it, much of his school years were interrupted by one crisis or another--he probably should just be thankful he did as well as he did! "But I can understand why you might favor robots and machines--all the precision and honesty. But, it kind of lacks the human element, I've found," he said, all too aware the type of people that the Androids and Cell had become--and then there was Android 16--the one android that had really redeemed his viewpoint on artificial life, in a way. And then he died--"But I can see a lot of good coming from your work anyway--they say your prosthesis is the cheapest, most reliable on the market, and its that same prosthesis that helps people recover from their injuries every day! I'm looking forward to seeing your discoveries and inventions in action," he said, obviously implying that he might be forced to prescribe such things to patients that are beyond his capabilities to heal. He took split his cinnabon in half, offering one to her before he took a bite out of his half. "But I guess that's what I find interesting about the medical practice," he said, trying not to talk with his mouth full. "You have to use every bit of your knowledge and skills in that immediate instant to help find a solution--whereas with a machine, you have a lot of time to make sure your data is all correct and picture-perfect. With a person that is in danger of losing his--or her--life, you have to be sure that you're making the right decision. That's the kind of challenge I like--all brain power," he said, taking another bite and making a thoughtful sound. This was really good, actually! "Man, I'll have to come here more often--they really know how to make these things well!" He said before finally sampling his coffee, drinking it in gulps rather than sips--the heat did not seem to bother him. "Oh, and they even use real honey here! Sold, new favorite shop," he said to himself before chuckling nervously--he probably looked like a kid again right now, just dressed in a business suit! "B--But that's not to say your profession is any less meaningful--instead of pioneering like you do, building towards the future, I use methods that are tried and tested, things that other people found out, you know? You're the real leader towards a brighter future," he said, nodding to her and giving her a warm smile in return. "I'm sure of it." ((WC: 796)) ((TWC: 4713)) |
![]() |
|
| TienValdus | Dec 11 2014, 12:39 AM Post #8 |
![]()
Newbie
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"Well, I'm confident you must be a very good doctor. You sound like it." Gohan seemed to be a very intelligent man, her earlier assessment that he didn't look stupid proved to be true. He was a smart cookie, although he wasn't necessarily one she wanted to eat. He seemed nice enough, but she just met him and that meant he was off limits. She had standards to live by, and she couldn't be associating herself with any man that showed her even the slightest bit of attention. At least he was overtly trying to get into her pants, although his veiled boasting about doing well in his medical classes could be construed as that way. At least to her, that was a bit of a problem for her. She always over analyzed with the brief boyfriends she had when she was in grade school. To be honest she never really had a boyfriend as an adult. She had always been to busy and wrapped up in her work to be really interested in a man. She lowered her head when he began to shower her in praise. She liked it, but she wasn't used to someone she just met admiring all her hard work. It was a strange feeling but she could appreciate it. "Please, it was just school. Anyone can study, it takes a true doctor to use their knowledge for the betterment of mankind." She said plainly, like it was a matter of fact. One thing she didn't like that Gohan said was that machines lacked the human element. That was sort of a redundant statement. Of course machines lacked the human element, that's what made them machines. But feelings, thoughts and emotions could be replicated with artificial technology. Hell, if she wanted to she could create life that looked human enough. The good doctor Gohan offered her half of his disgusting treat that smelled of cinnamon and she made a grossed out face and passionately shook her head from left to right. "No thank you. If I ate that I'd never be able to forgive myself." She said, knowing that the thing was chalk full of unnecessary sugar. Gohan went on going on about the what he liked abut the medical field he had chosen as his profession. It was an admirable quality he possessed, she could see why he became a doctor with how passionate he was about it. It seemed to her that he really wanted to help people, and his theories behind why he did it were fascinating. She could learn a thing or two from this older gentleman, he was smarter than she gave him credit for. "Well it sounds like you have a lot of that, brain power that is." She said casually. Gohan remarked about how he was enjoying his order from the coffee shop. She had to admit the coffee was pretty amazing from what she had tasted. "Yeah, I just found it and slipped in. No idea I was in for such good coffee, it's a relief to be honest. Terrible coffee is the worst." She took a few sips of her coffee, softly pressing it against her luscious lips and let the warmed fluid pass down her throat. She licked her lips afterward to get any of the remaining leftovers that may have splashed onto her mouth. She looked at Gohan, he was an interesting character the less she thought of him as a potential hired assassin or a date rapist. She's a tall, striking blonde with pouty lips and the ocean for eyes, it was not uncommon for her to rouse the attention of the wrong people. Gohan let her know that despite what he thought of his profession, that he saw her calling as the true way to the future. She had to smile, he was a lot smarter then she thought. "Well I have to say I admire your thoughts Dr. Gohan. Someone like you is bound to go far in the medical field, it's only a matter of time before I'm reading about you in the papers." She said with a sly grin. "But what is it you do for fun? You know, to unwind." She wanted to see how the shift in conversation would sway him, if he really was a creeper this would be the best possible time to find out. Unless he was a good ol' boy from the sticks with a heart of gold...but that couldn't be possible, right? WC: 751 TWC: 2755 |
![]() |
|
| ScorriaGohan | Dec 11 2014, 01:02 AM Post #9 |
![]()
Newbie
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
"Oh--thank you," he said, rubbing his neck a little at her statement, a faint dusting of red upon his cheeks. He only got that kind of compliment from his mother, really--he was getting used to the abrasive attitude of Mister Gatz that coming across a genuine compliment like that almost made him feel awkward, placed on a pedestal. He knew that wasn't Doctor Addison's intent, but that's what it felt like anyway. One would think he would be used to having the spotlight on him all the time, but really, it felt so foreign to him. Sometimes, he would like to be just a regular person from time to time... "I suppose, right, anyone can study--it takes hard work and determination to really learn something and apply all you've learned into your profession--I guess that was why I really pursued a doctorates degree, to really get the chance to utilize all I've learned. I mean, we've spent so much time pouring over books, papers, and documents, it would be a shame not to use that knowledge, right?" He said, taking another gulp of his coffee as he looked up into her eyes. She had really pretty eyes, he had to admit, though his mother always told him never to stare. It was rude, so he switched his gaze back to the food he was eating. He didn't seem hurt when she refused it, figuring there was more for him, but it would have been rude not to offer it to her. She seemed to keep a very careful eye on her diet, which was good, considering he had spent so much time studying the effects of different diets on people--he just didn't seem to gain weight at all when he ate whatever he wanted. Probably a trait of his Saiyan blood, probably. Another subject he needed to study more on. "I appreciate the compliment," Gohan said in response to the statement that he had a lot of brain power. "I guess we just keep dancing around the compliments to one another, huh?" He said, coming to the realization. "It just occurs to me that we're both very educated, yet we don't want to admit it--it's like being praised about what we've done doesn't compare to what we want to accomplish in life," he said, his eyes getting that distant look again as he looked down at the table. He never really looked over her body or physique--her most charming quality was her intelligence and eyes right now, and that was what he focused on. He did not feel like staring at a woman's chest after all--Kai's knew his mother would find out and hit him senseless with a frying pan if he did anyway. "Maybe we'll see each other more often here, huh?" He offered in response to her statement about the coffee shop. This place was actually rather well-built and managed, it seemed like--a lot of good seemed to be here, and he wanted to see more of it. He leaned back in his chair and looked around, as if taking in the rustic feel of the place again, the stout, comfortable chairs, the welcoming tables, the aroma of coffee in all shapes and sizes... this was definitely his favorite place in the whole city right now. The company just made it a lot more enjoyable really. "Maybe I'll go far--maybe I won't. I don't really care about the reputation as much as just actually doing good work," he said, a look of determination on his face. "So long as I help the injured and sick, save lives and keep people healthy, it doesn't really matter what people say about me," he said, nodding to himself as if to reaffirm his beliefs. It felt so much better to say them aloud, as if wondering if the idea was some how arrogant or stupid. But saying them aloud... he meant them. He felt them. He believed them. Her next question caught him by surprise, his eyes raising up to meet hers, an eyebrow reaching for his hair. "For fun and unwind? I mostly go out hiking or train myself to keep my physical shape up," he said, wondering where that kind of question came up. "Nature is a wonderful thing, despite its occasional hostility--best to enjoy it while we still have it, right? And besides," he said, clenching his fist a little. "I guess I still like the feeling of a good workout. I used to..." he said, pausing for a moment as his mind flashed again with distant, yet ripe, memories. "...I used to train as a kid in martial arts. Those days are behind me, now, but I still feel like maintaining my body's peak. I'm not really much for the modern partying era, really..." he said, a little bashfully. He felt out of place admitting that, but well, there it was. "All those flashing lights and alcoholic drinks... I don't think I could stand it really. I guess if I'm not hiking or training, I keep to my studies--there is a lot that's written on medical practices that I constantly have to keep up to date on--I would be failing my patients if I didn't, you know?" ((WC: 912)) ((TWC: 5625)) Edited by ScorriaGohan, Dec 11 2014, 01:05 AM.
|
![]() |
|
| TienValdus | Dec 11 2014, 02:03 AM Post #10 |
![]()
Newbie
![]() ![]() ![]()
|
She noticed he was blushing from her compliment, well if he was a villain he certainly was a bashful one. The thoughts seem to get further and further in the back of her head as she grew more and more comfortable with this doctor. While he may have still been a stranger, he certainly was a well educated and spoke very well, excellent manners all the way. He had a way about him that showed her that he had a very good upbringing. Whoever trained him in being polite to strangers taught him very well, if she ever met the person responsible she would have to thank them for shaping such a gentleman out of this young doctor. She agreed with his statement about using their knowledge, "it would be a terrible pity to not use it indeed." She chimed in. She noticed he looked at her in her eyes and the two of them were locked in a moment suspended in time. The moment was broken when he averted his gaze to look down at the table. Jocelyn couldn't help but blush a little, the way he looked at her was so different then before. Either he was thinking of something, or he had lost his train of thought staring into her eyes. Either way she was flattered, but in all honesty she couldn't be interested so early on. Gohan commented on how they kept complimenting one another, Jocelyn let out a little snicker as he held a curled finger to her mouth. " Oh ho ho. I guess we were just raised right is all. My father always taught me to be polite, no matter what. I find conversations go smoother when you let the other person know you think of them highly then if you were to insult them." She thought about that statement for a second. "I mean, that's a good way to make an enemy out of someone." What with the insults. "But I do agree. The work to achieve my degrees is just an indication of my hard work. In no way does it mean I've done anything worth praise. When I win a prize for achieving world wide peace then maybe I'll deserve a compliment." She said in a matter of fact manner. "Maybe we will see each other around a little more." She said, lying again. She had no real intentions of seeing this doctor again. She was looking forward to getting out of there alive then maybe she'd think about seeing the doctor again. But probably in a different setting, as this city was too risky for her to just be gallivanting around. It would be a good way to get noticed and to shorten her life span. She liked living and planned on doing it for many more years to come. He had a reflective statement about possibly making it far, but in all actuality he was really looking to just help people. So noble, he had a heart of gold for someone who embodied the nerd persona. "Recognition doesn't interest me. Helping mankind is my real goal. My work will be it's own reward." She stated. "Oh you train?" That explained how he could eat garbage and maintain his physique. He went on to say he studied martial arts as a child. Well that was interesting. Did she dare share her secret? That she too studied the martial arts at a young age, although that skill came very naturally to her. You see, although Jocelyn appeared normal. She was far from it, you see while in the womb she was injected with a serum that increased her body's ability to output energy as well as enhancing her molecular structure. Instead of carrying the normal levels a human could usually put out, she was capable of generating much more. She was a part of a project that created the world's first super human. For you see, all of Jocelyn's intelligence and strength was manufactured at a young age. Her training in martial arts came as a lark to see if she was capable of fighting better then fighter's three times her age. Tests proved that she was fully capable of keeping up with folks who had trained their whole lives. She was the perfect vessel. She shook the thought process from her head, not wanting to get into it with a complete stranger she had never met. "Martial Arts is interesting. I did some when I was younger." What was the worst the could happen? "I haven't kept up in years though. I've been so busy with school, didn't have the time for fighting really. Neither partying or substances. I'm not even the legal age to buy alcohol so I wouldn't know anything about it." Jocelyn added, proving although she worked for an evil organization, she still followed the law. "But I'm glad you always keep up with your studies. Makes me feel better that doctor's who hold my life in their hands are always brushing up on their skills and keeping the knowledge sharp as a sword." She said with a smile. WC: 855 TWC: 3610 Edited by TienValdus, Dec 11 2014, 02:04 AM.
|
![]() |
|
| 1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous) | |
| Go to Next Page | |
| « Previous Topic · Gatz's Haven Territory · Next Topic » |






![]](http://z3.ifrm.com/28122/87/0/p478898/endingpip.png)





12:35 PM Jul 13