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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 18, 2009 0:53:23 GMT -8
((I will explain here that Solanum is the 'zombie virus', thread title as such cause Arthur does in some respects resemble a ghoul physically))
Arthur would stare at the medical charts in the examination room. The various information regarding the human body displayed for all to see quite clearly. Including information about skin and cartlidge and Arthur could not help but feel a spike of resentment at coming here. He had a check up today, he had to have them ever so often ever since leaving hospitol due to his condition.
Still, he did not like it. He had to remove his suit, expose his body to the supposed sterility of the hospitol but there were always those reports about super-bugs, and when you were prone to infection, it didn't sit well with Arthur. Regardless, he had to attend. It was the one thing he had to conceed on to be allowed the freedom from the hospitol he enjoyed.... and oh he enjoyed it.
A sinister laugh concerning memories of Kevala and his plan erupted from his modulator, like his speech, it was rigidly timed, distorting it. He had to force his laughter to a halt before he erupted into a coughing fit, the respirator only being able to do so much to regulate his breathing.
And so on he stared at the posters, reading their comments on the human form as he slowly grew agitated at how slow the doctor was to attending the appointment.
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 20, 2009 7:47:16 GMT -8
Emily's day job may be being a cosplaying waitress at a Maid Cafe near her house but, generally, she worked as a part-time nursing assistant too. Checking up on patients like this wasn't really part of her work, but being used to the violence on the Public High School system more or less is indicated as a special qualification. Just her luck, right? She had more privilages while working with students from Schools under the Corporal punishment System - and that means more experience for her.
Well, of course she was guided by Nurses with the same background but they were generally weaker. They couldn't possibly handle crazed teenagers who technically can break through the wall with just a single punch.
Emily would be carrying a special file. Apparently the Doctor was a little anxious about meeting with students from Public schools because of the violence and all that.
Meh.
Emily would knock on the door twice before even entering. "Good Morning." She greeted before she pulled herself into the room completely, revealing herself to be in a modest Nurse outfit. Just an all-white outfit with a nurse's cap on her head. Normally, nurses nowadays would be allowed to wear scrubs instead but this hospital apparently liked uniforms. Well, who's to say uniforms were bad. Emily liked dressing up even despite the huge laundry load.
"Here for your check-up, sir?"
She was obviously professional despite her age. Not really fazed by what her current client looked like, and most certainly didn't look like any normal nurse. What? She had horrible scars on her left arm. That'd explain why, probably.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 20, 2009 17:59:27 GMT -8
Arthur stared at her, his eyes scanning her form and taking note of any markings apon her form.
"Let. Us. Be. Done. With. It." Arthur responded as he approached the examination bed, his modulator making the strict mechanical timing with his words. He would sit down on the edge of the bed and continue to watch the nurse. "Though. I. Notice. You. Are. Not. The. Doctor. No. Doubt. Frolicking. With. Some. Other. Nymph. Whilst. You. Work." Arthur stated, though he didn't truely care if that was the case or not. The doctor was not here but she was.
"How. Far. Do. You. Wish. For. Me. To. Strip. Down. For. This. Full. Body. Examinaton.?" Arthur inquired, though undoubtedly he'd probably have to strip down completely eventually but unsure of this nurses experience she might not want him to go the full monty right off.
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 22, 2009 22:43:58 GMT -8
"Let. Us. Be. Done. With. It." Emily would just nod. Interestingly, this young man was more cyborg than human. Or at least, he felt like it.
"Though. I. Notice. You. Are. Not. The. Doctor. No. Doubt. Frolicking. With. Some. Other. Nymph. Whilst. You. Work."
Hmm, very peculiar. Emily would then just smile. It wouldn't really be professional for her to speak against the doctor even if what he said could've been true. The poor guy's just afraid of Public High School Students.
"How. Far. Do. You. Wish. For. Me. To. Strip. Down. For. This. Full. Body. Examinaton.?" Emily flipped open her chart and looked at the boy. She was obviously used to this, or at least it seemed that she was at least modestly trained in these sort of things. "I would prefer if you go all the way; but whatever is more comfortable for you, sir." She said.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 23, 2009 14:33:34 GMT -8
Arthur would nod to her statement in response. His hands removing the training weights he recieved from Leon first, before reaching up to his mask. He undid the hidden zippers of the mask and removed it, as well as the rest of his undersuit before he finally removed the respirator voice modulator masks. This would leave Arthurs body completely bare, burnt, mottled flesh covering every inch of his body.
Arthurs breathing would become more difficult without the respirator, the cartlidge of his nose obviously missing instead leaving a large hole in his face that his respirator often covered. He bore no ears, lips, or certain other parts either. All his wounds from the fire on clearly visible. He would place his undersuit and other items carefully in a pile to one side as he awaited for the nurses reaction, or instruction.
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 25, 2009 1:22:23 GMT -8
Massive trauma, burns, labored breathing - just to name a few of her initial observations. Heck, she hasn't even touched him yet. She wondered slightly if she should even be the one to check his state of health. Maybe a doctor would do better? No, she mustn't think that way.
Nodding, Emily would approach the man, seemingly unfazed by the entire ordeal. Maybe perhaps she had seen far, far worse? Depends, but that was sometimes the case in the Medical field. It was either very boring, or very gruesome.
"Please raise your hands to shoulder level and keep it straight." She said. Emily at this point would try to assess from here, then cephalocaudal, as per what she had been taught previously by Layla.
As she said this, she basically noted his semi-nonexistent facial features mentally telling herself to note it all on the chart. Well, this was a Physical exam. "So, I apologize for me asking," She started, "But as a matter of medical curiosity, how did you get these injuries?" She asked, while checking out the proportions of his arms from different angles.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 25, 2009 1:30:17 GMT -8
Arthur would follow the nurses instructions, extending his arms out to be shoulder level. Standing on display, and apart from his labored breathing, he managed to hold for the better part still. Watching the nurse back as she assessed hm. Silent at first til her question.
"You... most... likely... know... of... two... five... nine... the... school... I... was... am... still... attending... when... I... was... put... to... the... torch... roasted... alive... and... concious... by... one... I... trusted..." Arthur would respond very slowly, speaking inbetween labored breaths. Obviously the drasticly different ways of speaking originating from the removal of his respirator voice modulator mask. His breathing grew a little heavier once he stopped speaking but shortly returned to its normal, or rather as normal as his breathing could get without aid.
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 25, 2009 4:32:18 GMT -8
"I see." Emily said, not so sure of what to reply to that even as she preoccupied herself with the current check up. Well, besides the burns and massive loss of tissue Emily could dismiss him as still functional. Maybe because of that suit of his.
After testing his grip and reflexes, Emily would tell him to put his arms down. From there, she would let him sit on the table and took his face by the chin gently. She would turn the head gently to the left and right, checking for injuries -- okay, she was more or less checking the extent of the injuries he had, which was actually quite astounding, even by Emily's standards. After jotting some notes down, she would check his ears, his nose (which was more than open for her to look at), his mouth, and his scalp.
Yeah, everything out of the ordinary, but surprisingly still functional. Emily's hands (which were at above normal warmth by the way) would then trace down onto the neck where it would palpate for any enlarged lymph nodes. Finding nothing worth worrying about, she would nod and start jotting down more notes on the chart.
"Please lie down on the table, thank you." She would then take her stethoscope, and if he had laid down on the table, Emily would hang it by her neck, ready for the later auscultation. "I'll be pressing on several areas of your abdomen, alright? Tell me if it hurts."
From there, she would start a gentle "massage" from the upper right of the umbilicus in a counter-clockwise pattern to the same point to check for tenderness.
"With so much skin lost though," She started, "How do you manage to keep yourself clean enough? Hopefully you haven't had any infections."
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 25, 2009 6:00:55 GMT -8
Arthur would follow the nurses instructions to the letter, allowing her to do as she pleased for what it meant to his freedom. He watched her though, as she looked over his form he looked over hers, always it paid to observe the markings of another to see who they belonged to. Though his eyes seemed to linger more on the markings on her arm.
When she began to touch his abdomen, he simply nodded at her words, though he didn't feel much of it. Unsure if it was some physical sensation loss from wearing the tight suit all the time or nerve damage. He didn't react to any of her proddings, he just stared, until her question caused him to return to watching her face.
"The... suit... and... extra... warm... environments... help... keep... infection... at... bay... I... am... aware... that... that... is... my... condition... of... freedom... from... isolation... to... remain... clean... Though... I... find... another... method... helps... keeps... the... infection... at... bay..." Arthur would wheeze out from atop the bed as he ignited his body with electricity. Low level to be sure, but enough to give a person a decent suprise shock if they weren't expecting it. Though as Arthur did this he himself did not move.
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 25, 2009 6:20:41 GMT -8
"The... suit... and... extra... warm... environments... help... keep... infection... at... bay... I... am... aware... that... that... is... my... condition... of... freedom... from... isolation... to... remain... clean... Though... I... find... another... method... helps... keeps... the... infection... at... bay..."
And with that said, a jolt of electricity shot through Emily's body. Not a very strong one, but something that would make a girl like Emily yelp in surprise. It was a mild shock akin to when you touched a grounded piece of metal with wet hands.
"What... was that?" Emily said, before suddenly realizing that this was what he was mentioning; that other method of asepsis. Electrocution?
She slightly wondered how it worked, but probably dismissed it until this man revealed to her just what had happened.
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 25, 2009 6:25:46 GMT -8
"Electricity... solves... everything..." Arthur would simply wheeze out, before falling silent once more. Watching her form, amused at her reactions. The madness that lurked, that clouded his judgement called out to play with this one though sense and logic told him not to. Afterall, he needed to be... compliant, in order to retain his freedom. Taking time to slowly breath in an extra large breath and exhale it, Arthur began to cough, at breathing in so much air at once without his respirator.
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 26, 2009 10:31:19 GMT -8
"Electricity... solves... everything..."
Emily looked cautiously as she tried to regain her lost composure. This man was cyborg? How did he generate electricity otherwise? Well, even though Emily's mind was fluttering about the many, many implications that this might have had, she dismissed it as a way for him to destroy the microorganisms that would otherwise create an infection. Though, it could only do so much - considering that there are microorganisms that love the heat.
It wasn't until Arthur coughed that she snapped back into Reality - realizing that she had yet to finish this exam. Taking a breath, Emily would continue. Her fingertips did note that his skin turgor was different - and that was aside from the burn marks.
The rest of the exam went fine - and everything was duly noted. However, Emily didn't hold the responsibility of evaluating the results. This young man would have to wait until tomorrow. "We're done here," She said, smiling. "You may put your gear back on, but you might want to wait until tomorrow for the certificate."
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 27, 2009 0:11:03 GMT -8
Arthur stood, quickly replacing his modulator and respirator, encasing his lower jaw and nose in the metal confines, taking a moment as his body resettled to the steady flow of oxygen instead of the rasped in trickle. Though he neglected his other clothing for a moment as he turned to face back to the nurse.
"You. React. Differently. Not. With. Fear. To. My. Appearence. Nor. My. Tale." Arthur began, stepping towards the nurse wearing only his rebreather. "I. Think. I. Shall. Have. You. As. My. Future. Physician." Arthur continued on, stepping closer. Obviously something was a little off with Arthur psychologically, as one of his hands rose as he drew closer to the nurse. Though his actions were slow, purposeful. If Emily was wanting to escape now would be her chance.
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Post by seishounohana on Oct 27, 2009 1:21:53 GMT -8
"You. React. Differently. Not. With. Fear. To. My. Appearence. Nor. My. Tale." With that, Emily had a bad feeling. A really bad feeling. Like a feeling that this guy was going to hurt her or something.
What? Was it bad to be cautious?
What was going to happen? He was looking at her rather differently - like a predator that just cornered his prey. Being strong as Emily was, she was still female - a small one at that. Not that she was helpless, of course. That was the last thing Emily was.
There was also this thing where she cannot hurt her client in any manner. Bound by duty and self, Emily braced herself. Is this guy going to hurt her or something?
"I. Think. I. Shall. Have. You. As. My. Future. Physician."
Emily smiled, "I'm not a physician..." She said, still smiling. "Would you like me to refer you to a good one that I know of?"
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Post by Arthur Ð on Oct 27, 2009 2:09:54 GMT -8
Arthur would continue to advance on Emily. He wasn't going to backdown.
"No. You. Will. Do." Arthur would state, seizing Emily's arm and pulling her towards him awkwardly, effectively spinning her around to face away from him. From this position, Arthurs free, charred hand would move upwards in a swinging motion to slide underneath her top, though his hand missed slightly and he ended up forcing his hand between some of the lower buttons on her blouse causing them to pop off. Still his hand would not stop, as he worked his way up under her blouse.
Eventually he would seize Emily's left breast from beneath her undergarments as well, before he would ignite his body with electricity. He would hold onto Emilys form tightly as he could as he continued to electrocute her, not releasing her until he was sure a burn mark would be left behind. He seemed to be getting good at this, this was the fourth mark he would leave on female flesh, and when he was done he would release her, pulling back his hands and taking a step back from the female.
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