Strafe (post: 1422836) wrote:-Justine-
"Discomfort?" She smirked, slightly interested. "Whatever could you mean by that, I wonder." She scoffed. "Well come along dear, the hospital is right this way." She let go of the girl's hand and walked ahead, appearing as if she had nothing to do with the child. She didn't even look back, expecting entirely for the girl to follow her. She walked into the hospital nonchalantly, strode to the elevator, pushed the button to the 14th floor, and rode up, not even glancing to see if Ilyana was there once. The doors opened, she stepped out, and spoke. "Well, here we are."
OOC: I left it open to leave at any time just in case you were bluffing.
Strafe (post: 1423784) wrote:OOC: I'd like for Justine to say something about what she thinks about the Hippocratic Oath, but all of it's mentioned inside Ilyana's head, so there's nothing to respond to.
-Justine-
"Of course. You're not the first unwind, or rather, homeless child, excuse me, I've ever kept in my office," She said nonchalantly. "Though you are the first girl." She smirked. The boys were quite fun to toy with after all. In many ways. "But you don't have to worry about me doing anything to you, since you're not an unwind, remember? And most of the hospital staff doesn't come near my office... for various reasons." She smiled slyly, perhaps hinting at something best left unsaid. Though she figured most things about her were best left unsaid anyways.
"But enough about me. Tell me about yourself, dear. Actually, don't say anything about yourself so that I don't have to report you. Instead, why don't you tell me what exactly you plan to do with your life from here. You're probably incredibly smart for your age. Wouldn't want someone like you wasted on the streets, right?"
She glared into Ilyana's eyes like a hawk, attempting to penetrate through the girl's facade to get into her intentions. But she couldn't see anything, so she looked away to the wall, disinterestedly, at the plaque of Dr. Lasagna's Hippocratic oath that the hospital had nailed up in every office. Her favorite line read, 'Above all, I must not play at God.'
Too late.
Strafe (post: 1424095) wrote:-Justine-
She shrugged. "I just thought you really wanted to talk. You seem to have quite a way with words, so I thought I would be nice and let you vomit out your conscience. But it seems there's no need to hear your hopes and dreams for world peace."
She couldn't help but be impressed by the girl's tenacity in her position. It was brave, or otherwise absolutely foolish. Lucky that Justine's patience ran incredibly deep, but this girl's sharp attitude was becoming annoying. She donned a tired expression, as if saying the most natural thing in the world.
"But I'd have to disagree with you about world peace. A very practical way to get rid of all the world's misfortunes would be to get rid of all who carry misfortunes. Essentially, that is accomplished by a near complete and systematic killing of the entire human race. It's not that hard to do that, you see. We have enough nuclear destructive power to deface the earth many times over, enough nuclear power to render the world itself as a non entity."
"Unfortunately, the world isn't very practical, so we won't be seeing world peace for quite some time." She raised her left eyebrow disinterestedly. "Incidentally, the possibility exists. Shouldn't God be the only one to have that power?" She raised her hand with the question, then shrugged. "Wrong. There is no God, and so that line in the oath you refer to is pointless. There is no God to play God at." She tapped the plaque with her fingernails. "Nonetheless, the world has always been in need of a God, someone to create something out of nothing, to decide what is right and wrong. So in my own little way, I do fancy myself a God."
She turned around to face the girl. "I create misfortune, and sorrow out of the foolishness of man. I decided that if there is nothing awaiting me at the end, there is nothing wrong with causing pain to others here. I'm merely toying with the small part of the world that is around me. I don't need to justify myself, since I don't need to be right. I've decided that right doesn't exist."
Her stoic look of unwavering boredom never changed, and she looked to the side. "But such ideas are wasted in arguments with a child. And God has paperwork to do now. Do what you wish. It doesn't matter to me. No one misses a homeless kid, dear."
She sat down at her desk and began jotting down numbers for her patients' files.
Strafe (post: 1424259) wrote:OOC: I personally think Justine is a little bit dumb. I disagree with her completely, so her beliefs are essentially completely opposite of mine, which makes her fun to write for.
-Justine-
She was done with the girl for now, and focused on her paperwork. It was meaningless to call oneself God, since she already knew that she was in fact, God. It was another circuitous argument about truth and helping people. It didn't matter what real truth was to anyone else, as truth itself was subjective, and by definition, did not exist. There was no need to help anyone, as the definition of a good and moral humanity did not exist either. Humanity was much more appropriately termed as a cause of war rather than goodwill.
She made no move to respond to the naive idealism the girl attempted to hide behind. It was no use if she was that stubborn. But she looked up when the girl mentioned apprenticeship. She raised her eyebrows inquisitively.
"Don't suppose I've never messed up, dear. Everybody messes up, even God." She smirked. "But if you care to, you can come into the operating room with me tomorrow morning for Mrs. Felden's operation. She's just getting a kidney transplant from an unrelated unwind. Unfortunate, since family affairs do make interesting stories."
She finished writing the notes, and put her pen down. The clock read 2:10 AM. She stacked up her files and put them in the drawer, locked it, then grabbed her coat, donning it smoothly. She wrapped her scarf loosely around her neck and grabbed her car keys, heading out the door.
"It's late and I'm going home for a little bit. You're welcome to sleep there if you want. There's nothing to steal here, and you can ask a nurse to bring you a blanket or something. If all goes well, I expect to see you tomorrow."
She waved, then headed out of her office, shutting the door behind her.
Strafe (post: 1424794) wrote:OOC: Is it ok if I take us to the morning?
-Julia-
She nodded embarrassedly. "Um... Ok..." She sat down awkwardly beside the boy, and nestled against the corner, trying not to nestle against him. She blushed girlishly when their shoulders brushed. The boy didn't even seem to care. She giggled awkwardly. "Sorry."
She turned away from the boy, and closed her eyes. Again, she quickly fell asleep.
---
No one was there this time. It was the same pitch blackness, but she was alone.
"Hello? Is anybody there?" The child Julia called out to the oblivion.
No answer.
"Anybody?" Julia hugged herself nervously. "I'm scared..."
So am I
Julia perked up and looked around. "Who said that?"
You did
Julia gulped. "Me?"
Yes. I ate you. I am you. You ate yourself.
Julia cried out nervously. "N-no! You're w-wrong. I'm Julia!"
Don't lie Jason. You are me.
"I'm Julia! Julia! I-I" She began to cry.
The voice began to speak again, but was interrupted. Footsteps began to sound in the darkness as a girl walked to her. She was older, taller than she was and walked confidently with self assurance. A smirk was on her face, and her striking blue eyes stared forward unwaveringly. The girl noticed her and her gaze softened. She walked up to Julia and put her hand on her head.
"You have it tough kid. Why don't I take over?"
Julia sobbed. "B-but... but..."
The older girl smiled knowingly, and gently calmed Julia. "Shh. Just be quiet for now, ok?"
Julia wiped her eyes, and sniffled. "Ok... But who are you miss?"
"I'm Julia"
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Light hit her face as she woke up on a cold floor, embracing a boy she had never seen before. She blinked, rubbing her eyes groggily, trying to orient herself. A girl was sitting at the other corner, and the house she was in seemed dead. She smirked, addressing the boy she was up against without moving.
"Who are you and what did we do last night? And why don't I have a massive hangover right now?"
OOC: For those of you confused, Julia had another personality change, back to only the original Julia. She's completely normal... probably.
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-Justine-
Back to work it was, though the dream she had last night was rather peculiar. It was about that girl she had transplanted the brother's brain into. Well, most of his brain. She had left a small piece of the girl's brain, just to be funny. If all went well, the girl was most likely having terrible personality issues. She didn't remember what happened in the dream, but her curiosity of finding the girl was piqued again.
Back into the hospital it was, then. She walked into her office pointedly. "Rise and shine beautiful. I hope you had a pleasant nap, because I certainly didn't." She unlocked her drawer and took out the files. "Now. Today, we are looking at Mrs. Felden as I told you last night. She needs a new kidney because she is diabetic, and the oh so generous Mr..." She checked the other file. "Mr. Jacob Simmons has been so kind as to donate his kidney for this woman. Unfortunately, he died in the operation, so they figured they might as well use his entire body while they were at it."
She paused and let the silence hang before she smirked. "I was being sarcastic dear. He was unwilling to donate anything. They just killed him anyways."
She clapped her hands together. "So, shall we start?"
OOC: Perhaps Ilyana knows a boy named Jacob Simmons who "died in a car accident." That would be... depressing.
Nami (post: 1425544) wrote:OOC: Rock, if she locked the door how the heck is our plan going to go down?
IC: Amara nodded, "not much," he winced, trying to ignore Julia's words, he turned to face her slowly. "Yes, my name is Amara. As to where we are, somewhere in California, probably near the border." he glanced around the shack and stepped toward the couch, "we..." he paused, "we are going somewhere." he said shrugging and sitting on the couch arm, he pulled off his hood, revealing his hair and stark rainbow eyes, he ran a hand through his messy hair. "That girl, is my companion on this crazy escapade, Harley." he glanced at Harley and let his mouth quirk into a smile before he pulled the hood back up. "We need to get moving soon."
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Robert blinked and groaned, 'morning already?' he felt as if last night had been a dream, that crazy surgeon, that weird girl...had he dreamed it all? he blinked and sat up yawning and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Oh man...coffee." he mumbled, stumbling out of the bedroom and into the tiny kitchen, he started to brew coffee and then realized something.
Slowly he turned and saw a blanket on the couch, Robert blinked, "whu?"
Strafe (post: 1425069) wrote:-Julia-
She shrugged. "Huh. I guess you chickened out. Too bad. You're pretty cute." She said, smirking somewhat suggestively. "Or maybe you're lying. But I guess it doesn't really matter. I don't remember what did or didn't happen anyways, and I guess I'll have to go get tested later on..." She stretched out her back and yawned. "In any case, I have a few other questions, Amara, if that's your name. Where are we, what are we doing, and who is that angry looking girl with the plank?"
She looked at the girl blankly, half wondering if she was perhaps in any danger.
-Justine-
"Glad to see you know the way the world works," she said humorlessly, while walking down the hallway. "But you seem a bit pale. Are you quite alright? Wouldn't want you vomiting in the OR." She smirked mockingly. "Or perhaps this Jacob means something to you? I can tell you he means a lot to me. It was hard looking for Mrs. Felden's blood type, that's for sure. Mr. Simmons here was a real life saver. Except he was already dead."
"Aside from that, I can't let you into the operating theatre until you properly cleanse yourself. Well... in the state you're in, you're probably already a biomedical hazard." She didn't show signs of disgust, but rather. "The staff showers are over there. Go shed at least few layers of skin. The Operation is in an hour, and I expect to see you in the operating suite in 40 minutes."
She waved Ilyana off lazily, and headed to the staff lounge to make herself some coffee.
Strafe (post: 1425654) wrote:-Julia-
"Hm... You have nice eyes," She said disinterestedly, not caring if Harley heard. "You seem wasted on that girl. I personally wouldn't date a girl that's clutching a dangerous looking board. She might be a psycho or something." (OOC: If only you knew, Julia... If only you knew...) "But I guess you two work together... somehow..." She stood up, and brushed off her clothes, feeling stiff and sore. "So... we're leaving, right? Do we have a ride?"
-Justine-
She walked through the door, also in scrubs, to where Ilyana sat patiently. "Well now, you look much less like a neanderthal now. I might add that your skin is actually quite nice when there's not a thick layer of grime above it. In any case, are we ready to begin? Yes? Good."
She walked to the next room, scrubbed her hands up to her forearm, donned the gloves, and walked into the OR with Ilyana.
OOC: I really have no clue how an operation takes place, so I think it's best you write it, since you seem to know it better. Feel free to control Justine in the operation as a character. You can write her actions, I mean. Just make sure she is who she is.
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