GREG DECKER
Human
Posts: 198
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen May 2, 2024 18:05:04 GMT
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Post by GREG DECKER on Dec 31, 2023 19:31:54 GMT
”Time of death three-oh-six A.M.,” Deck muttered low. The staff who’d gathered in the room as the emergency had unfolded slowly began to file out, leaving him alone with the body. He switched off the monitors, gathered the sheet to pull it up over the body before he stripped his gloves off and stepped out into the hallway to gather himself.
Tiredness pulled at him like a tide, dragging at his mind just as strongly as it did at his body. These days he wasn’t supposed to be working double shifts, but when the department got desperate enough it was all hands on deck. Three doctors out sick, all likely from the flu that had started to work its way around town once the weather had turned, two nurses out too. It had been a choice between walking out and leaving the skeleton crew to handle the night shift alone, or stay and hope that he could get a few hours of sleep in the on call room.
Deck let out a low laugh, rubbing his fingertips into his gritty eyes. Two hours sleep snatched in brief bursts between patients hadn’t been what he’d been imagining. There was no choice in it though. There’d been a mini-bus crash out on one of the rural roads at about 10. They’d had a half dozen patients brought in at once – luckily none had been serious. After they’d been released or taken upstairs for further observation he’d put his head down, only to have a nurse bustle in again. A kid spiking a fever and throwing his guts up. Hopefully he was now sleeping peacefully in exam three, the fluids and meds that were being run into him quelling the nausea and bringing that temperature down. It hadn’t even been twenty minutes after he’d fallen face down on the bed in the on call room that the door had opened again.
He dropped his hands and looked in the direction of the waiting room. A concerned neighbour had brought the old man in. It had been a suspected heart attack, but the way his stomach had swelled had made it clear it was an aneurysm. There hadn’t been time to open him up down here, let alone get him upstairs. Blood had been pouring into his stomach internally, not enough left to be pumped around his body to keep him alive. The only blessing for the family might’ve been that it was quick. He’d tell them so when they arrived.
Dragging the back of his hand over his mouth, Deck went to turn away, but he caught sight of the woman standing in the room with the body and stopped. He’d been the last one in there, had she walked through from one of the connecting rooms? It wasn’t a member of staff he recognised, maybe the family had arrived.
Easing the door open, he stepped into the room, his brow furrowing as he took her in. ”Sorry, are you family? Nobody’s meant to be in here … I was coming out to the waiting room to see if Mr. Lee’s next of kin had arrived. I’m Doctor Decker…” And she didn’t look like a grieving daughter. Not everybody grieved in the same way, but something about the woman had him frowning faintly at her.
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AGLAECA HELVIG
Reaper
Posts: 8
Age:
unknown
Occupation:
Information broker | hacker
Played by:
Rainn
Last seen Mar 24, 2024 7:20:22 GMT
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Post by AGLAECA HELVIG on Jan 10, 2024 19:10:01 GMT
Being stuck at home had quickly become boring for the female reaper. She desired a change of scenery but had no idea what to do. So, she began wandering around the mystical town of Mystic Falls. She made sure to remain invisible, not even bothering to reveal herself to anyone. She strolled through the streets without a care, as the city was small enough to avoid any collisions. Her hands were tucked into the pockets of her winter vest. Although she couldn't experience the sensation of cold, being among humans compelled her to mimic human behavior. It had become an ingrained habit, one that was difficult to shake off. However, it didn't really matter to her. Knowing that someone's death was imminent, Aglaeca happily teleported to the predetermined location. Her eerie, poison green eyes soon settled upon an old man who displayed signs of a life well-lived. While the reaper never truly cared for humans, she preferred encountering those who had experienced a full life rather than children who still had so much ahead of them, yet tragically couldn't fulfill it. Taking the souls of the younger ones could sometimes prove to be more challenging, depending on their age. Standing next to the dying man, Aglaeca patiently waited for the doctors to try to save him. Not that it would be any use. This human was meant to leave Earth forever. Lacy gently laid her hand on his shoulder. Watching how her powers took yet another's life. His eyes had closed already, and soon after, his heart stopped, making him take a breath for the last time. The redhead stayed in the room where the dead man lay, not leaving just yet. Her eyes were fixed on the soul standing before the bed now rather than the motionless body. Suddenly, a young man's voice interrupted her focus. Her frown quickly turned into a wide grin as she kept her hands in her pockets and maintained a laid-back attitude. "He doesn't have one anymore," she remarked, briefly glancing back at the waiting soul. The old man knew she had come for him. "On the contrary, I am meant to be here," she continued, shifting her gaze back to the doctor in his blue uniform. "But you, on the other hand, are not supposed to be here at this hour." Her grin momentarily took on a slightly wicked expression. "You humans are always too curious for your own good," t The sigh sounded like he would be in trouble. "Don't you have a saying? Curiosity killed the cat?" She tilted her head slightly, posing the question. Now, the question arises: what should she do with him? If he was already aware of the supernatural, it would be a simple task. She could just instruct him to remain silent and allow her to carry out her duties. However, if he was unaware, she would have to extract his memories of this moment forcefully. Although this approach was more challenging, she derived greater enjoyment from it. It offered a thrill that surpassed simply instructing him to be quiet.
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GREG DECKER
Human
Posts: 198
Played by:
ANGE
Last seen May 2, 2024 18:05:04 GMT
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Post by GREG DECKER on Jan 24, 2024 19:49:47 GMT
On bases a stranger was often something to be worried about. You tried to keep your perimeter tight, forcing anybody on base to constantly carry ID – they’d been a target for attacks before, and nobody wanted the violence to find its way inside the thin border of wire they’d thrown up around their one sanctuary. Deck had rapidly grown familiar with everybody he was going to work shoulder by shoulder with. Here? That was impossible. There were constantly people walking the halls of the hospital, ending up in places they weren’t supposed to go. Confused family, bored patients … other things.
He'd stopped right inside of the door, staring at the woman as though just a little scrutiny would offer up a perfectly reasonable explanation for her presence. Deck’s hands slowly fisted at his sides, his thumbs curling over his knuckles, moving restlessly over the backs of his fingers. Unless vampires could shapeshift, it wasn’t her. There was a relief in that, but the alarm bells were still buzzing at the back of his mind. Once upon a time he’d have listened to that, now Deck wasn’t sure he was capable of entirely trusting himself.
Oddly, the woman smiled at him. If she was Mr. Lee’s next of kin it was one of the strangest reactions he’d seen to finding out that someone she loved was dead. Clearing his throat, he unfisted a hand and drew it over his lower face. ”His neighbour had thought there might’ve been a cousin somewhere. She was looking for contact details. Are you a friend?” Another neighbour maybe. She had to have known the man to be so damn sure that Mr Lee had been all alone in the world. Being on his own in town was difficult enough, even with that being his choice. If there was nobody to rush to Virginia at the news that he wasn’t likely to make it? Deck was sure that would’ve put the nail in his coffin faster. No matter how far he was from home, he’d always known that his brother and dad were out there. He’d pushed them away, but they’d never left him entirely, they'd just given him space to try and pull himself out of the abyss on his own.
”You’re right,” he said with a huffed breath, his frown cutting in sharper as he saw the edge to her smile. ”I’m not supposed to be working tonight, but I am covering the overnight shift.” If he hadn’t offered, he’d have been back in bed now, not standing in the middle of the ER feeling like his stomach had been hollowed out. Not here, he wasn’t gonna have a melt down here because someone was being a little…
Oh, God!
Deck took a half step back, shaking his head. His throat had gone sandpaper dry, swallowing sending a sharp pain through it. ”What are you?” he rasped. Any thought of this being normal crumbled like sand through his fingers. Had the vampire told her friends about the hospital? There’s an easy mark working in the ER, threaten him a little and he’ll give you whatever you want. The doors bumped against his back as he tried to back away from her. ”I wouldn’t try anything. There are others here … I pull the alarm and this room’s gonna be full in seconds.” Blindly he groped for the button on the wall that would sound an alarm. Only he’d already told her they were short staffed, hadn’t he? He’d be lucky if anybody made it in here before she attacked.
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