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Post by Deleted on Oct 10, 2014 2:55:29 GMT
Riley was finally leaving the hospital, since the war started he'd been pulling long shifts. Seeing more blood and gore than one should in a lifetime, but that was his job and he loved it. Being one of the best doctors in the Capitol had its perks and its downfalls, one of the perks was being someone they couldn't afford to lose. After slipping out of his bloody scrubs, Riley decided before his next shift he'd go grab coffee. His best friend lately.
After waving to Wanda the receptionist he slipped out of the hospital and headed towards the small coffee shop located a few blocks from his work. The wind whipped and whirled causing him to quickly duck into the small shop, work folder in hand. After ordering a plain black coffee he sat in a corner booth and cracked open the work in front of him.
His job wasn't all gore and blood, it also consisted of paperwork, a lot of it. Luckily he'd not had anyone at home to miss him while he was working 16-17 hours a day. A hefty sigh escaped his lips as he sipped on the warm dark drink. Not bothering to look up as someone else entered the empty shop.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2014 1:31:21 GMT
Not again. What was this? The third time this month the girl had to scour the streets for her best (and only) friend? Most likely- and it was only the 10th. Louly was a party-goer, though. Heavy drinker and rancid lover, very often did she make it back home to their shared apartment every time she went out. Despite that being said, Calypso honestly hadn't expected Louly to take off and go to a club while the two were stationed in the war-stricken Capitol, their train to Ten had been halted due to the chaos and danger, leaving them on the outskirts of their home with no way back. They had planned on digging through the pumpkin patches that cluttered the District so the kids she took care of at a Capitol daycare center could carve them for the fall season, but it was inevitably delayed. Not quite sure how long it'd be until it was safe to go, she took aid in one of the open houses here. Normally the doors were only open to the military workers of Capitol since the bond with them was stronger, they trusted them and not the scum in the streets, but the older lady she'd ran to for shelter held open arms to the the girls- seeing how big Calypso heart was, mainly because she was more worried for her friend's safety over her own. The blond was all too aware of what Louly could get herself into. Thankfully, they were able to stay and boarded in the same room, since the rest were taken. Two beds straddled separate sides of the tan clad room, a worn blue rug tossed on the floor and the aged dresser stuffed with the clothes that Calypso had to pack and unpack was shoved in between the mattresses. The rest of the residents in Raina's (the lovely woman who owned the place) house were: Milo and Kat (two teens whose father was in the war), Tessa (a woman in her late thirties whose house was burnt down, result of a bomb being dropped nearby), and lastly, an attractive man no older than herself named Rocky who was in the same situation as them- stopped train. All of them got along strangely well, not that she could complain. Kindness was key, it was what she needed. Stability, trust, and faith- after what she went through as a kid, it was a miracle she was a genuine and charismatic as she was.
But let's not get into that mess of a story yet. She had a girl to find before the fighting found her first.
How hard could it be to find a short girl with half a head of hair in (probably) some mini-dress or tattered skirt? The few hours she'd spent searching was her answer. The blonde's shockingly long legs (seriously, super long legs, god) carried her at a quick pace, one of the only people she truly cared about- the others being the toddlers she looked after and Calum, the only sibling out of the six she had who actually was there for her- was out in the danger ridden Capitol. How had the war even made it this far out? It was nearly nine in the morning, the sun was hidden behind a stuffy amount of grey clouds, promising rain to make the area even more gloomy, and she was sure she'd checked every shop, every alley- still no sign.
Until she spots a splatter of black against a bleached wall on the outskirts of the town square- a place she seemingly missed. The hunched figure passed out unmistakably her friend, even if the key characteristic- her half shaved head- was covered by her displaced hair.
"Lou," Calypso urged, racing to her side, shaking her lightly. Once she stirred, she gripped the smaller girl, pulling her up softly and whispering, "I've been searching for you since six. You need to stop doing this to me." Her pal probably was too wasted to understand, let alone hear her, but she muttered it anyways- doubting Louly would ever do it. It was in her roots. An old habit too hard to kill.
Somehow, the tall, lanky blonde managed to drag the younger to a coffee shop across the street, the sound of stomping feet and slinging guns frightening her. Barely found her before the fight picked up again.
Breathing heavily, she stumbled in, her grip tight on her intoxicated friend, eyes scanning the abandoned shop- there was only a worker and a man cluttered inside the cafe. Nodding towards the younger man who had a green apron slapped on and the logo pressed into the bill of his hat, she shoved her friend into a booth kiddy-corner from the male with the paperwork cluttering his table. Leaving Louly for just a moment, she darted to the counter and explained to the kid, "Hey, uh, just so you're aware- the military's crossing. If you want to lock up the doors or? I'm not sure, but just so you know. Also, um," she pointed to the a picture of a egg and cheese breakfast sandwich, "Two of these, a mocha whatever it's called, and a pumpkin spice latte. Thank you, so much." Kindness, again. She oozed of it.
Giving him a grand smile, she headed back to the booth, not seeing the teen swoon as she walked off. He quickly locked the doors, checking outside through the windows, face flat as he watched the men and women march past. No fighting, yet. Then he went to work, baking and concocting while Calypso sat beside Lou, holding her up and handing her a napkin to clean her face, murmuring, "You're good. Clean up," in the girl's ear. She should've been embarrassed by the girl, but she couldn't be- so she wasn't, instead just helping her make herself presentable.
Though, she did toss a sympathetic smile to the man diagonal from them, not sure if he saw it since he was so immersed in his papers.
So far, today was an odd one.
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Post by Louly Greenburrow on Oct 11, 2014 1:47:51 GMT
Louly did it all: pills, powders, potions. The one thing she was earnestly against was shooting up. Anything revolving around needles made her swoon, but so did lots of other things: boys, girls, rush hour at the shinty little diner she worked at part-time.
She leaned her face into the wall, the coolness seeping into her hot, overheated cheek. Her heavy eye-makeup smeared classically under her eyes, her once-pristine eyeliner wings disheveled and unrecognizable.
A voice called to her, and though she smelt of stale vomit and alcohol, she lifted her hand in a groggy wave. Before she could shake it at her friend, she was lifted to her feet, velvet mini skirt too cold and too thin for the weather; she was pulled upward by Calypso, her faithful, kind-hearted best friend.
Beauty was pain.
She allowed herself to be towed down the street, skin glossy and pale and under eyes dark from the constant party. A door clinked as it was pushed open. "Cal, I hate pumpkins!" She whined, clearly joking. Calypso lead her to a seat and sat her down. She searched through her purse for a make-up wipe, but Cal had her covered, tossing over a few wrinkled napkins.
She smeared off the ending to her night, free hand evening the ketchup container and salts and peppers against the wall, perfectly even. It was habit to yearn for perfection, in everywhere but herself.
"He was kinda' cute. Want me to hook a sista' up?" She wasn't a bad friend, but a careless one. As much as she preached self-respect, often times she didn't show it.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2014 18:26:11 GMT
Riley looked up only once he's smelled the vulgar stench of alcohol, he crinkled his nose trying to rid it of the odor. He had always hated alcohol, he'd seen too many people die because of it. So he never understood why people would willingly drink it.
Once he's spotted the two girls he felt slightly sorry for the sober one. As a doctor he knew that those sugary drinks wouldn't help as much with the drunk ones condition.
Standing he walks over and orders another plain black coffee, taking it over to the girl.
"The sugar in those will only slow down the sobering process, plain straight caffeine should help better." He says softly offering the girls a small smile. Though he probably looked like hell. Bags hung under his eyes from the lack of sleep, and the fact that it was the wee hours of the morning.
"Riley James, doctor." He introduces himself.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2014 12:58:43 GMT
"I'd rather you not," Calypso murmured to her friend as the young male came around with their drinks. Love wasn't necessarily a main priority on her list- she'd seen the nasty of affection and she didn't care to walk the same path her parents did. Light pink lips pressed the tip of her straw, slurping up the mocha mess, her fingers guiding the other towards her drunk friend- but they halted midway, head snapping towards the deep voice.
So he did speak.
A genuine smile passed over her lips, eyes twinkling as she nodded and stole the pumpkin spice latte back from her friend- sliding her the black coffee instead. How kind of him, but she wasn't about to let him pay. Digging out her wallet, she offered him the money in return, he tone thankful and bitterlu sweet, "Thank you- I wouldn't know. Not many drunks in my line of work," she tossed a sympathetic look towards her friend, she loved Lou for her faults, but sometimes she took it overboard, "But you can't pay for that, here." She ushered the cash his way, not willing to take no for an answer. A dandelion she was, but stern was something she could never change about herself.
It was in her blood just as partying was in her friend's.
"Calypso," her grin grew, gaze returning to the man- Riley, "Caretaker, but by no means a doctor," she giggled at herself, the girl could barely manage bandaids, "And this is Louly, waitress." Cocking her head, she did the only thing she really thought to- offer him a seat.
"No need to be lonely over there, why don't you bring your papers over and sit with us?" It was a fair question, but she wasn't pressing him to. Normally people didn't choose to sit with a intoxicated female and a sweetheart.
With the military marching past, though, she hoped he'd agree.
Safer that way.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 15, 2014 19:24:58 GMT
Riley smiled at the two girls, glad he could offer even the slightest bit of help. The money being pushed his way, made a deep scoff bubble out of his full lips. "No no, my job is taking care of people. I could not accept that." He explains, his bright white teeth shining like a light.
The military boots stomping by catching his attention, he returned to his table for a moment gathering his papers and returning to the girls. His eyes meeting the drunk Louly, a smile offered to her. "You'll feel better soon." He assures her.
His gaze turning back to the blonde Calypso. "Care taker, with not may drunks. So children or elderly?" He asks, brow arching as he gave the girl a genuine smile.
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Post by Louly Greenburrow on Oct 16, 2014 0:31:21 GMT
"Drunks," Louly chimed in at the mention of drinks. Or food. One of the two. Either way, she was hungover, grumpy, and moreover uninterested in much more than spacing out with an icy drink under her palms. "I'm her special-special drunk. She loves me best. I can roll a mean rush hour where I work." It was fair to let Calypso take this one, but she felt icy and talkative.
She could talk him under the table if he proved to be less than a Prince to Calypso; her other half.
She eyed her foamy drink spitefully before taking a short pull.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2014 4:26:02 GMT
A strong tingle of relief washed over her as the man decided to join them, but that didn't stop her nose from crinkling as he rejected the money. She'd pay him back later, one way or another.
Lips parted to reply to his question, she was swiftly cut off by her intoxicated best friend. It didn't bother her- for she was bitterly used to it, she wasn't one to interrupt or complain. Patiently waiting for her to finish, she kept her gaze on the half-shaven headed girl. A smile permanently pressed to her lips, she sighed when she concluded her little rant with a sip of the black coffee, her attention turning to Riley to add in her own explanation.
"Children. Figure help save what I never had," she managed to remain cheery despite the sour subject. She didn't have a childhood, none of her siblings did, but that only fueled her need to assist these pour kids dropped off at her daycare.
"And by far my favorite drunk," Calypso teased Louly, poking her side lightly before once again addressing the male, "So you're a doctor? What's that like?" She'd always wanted to persue a medical career.
Sadly, she lacked the funds.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2014 5:06:48 GMT
Riley listened as the drunk girl spoke, he could tell the two were very close. He admired that, his gaze returned to the blonde. She caught his attention at first sight, of course they were both beautiful, but something about her seemed pure and lovely. "Children and drunks? Almost the same right?" He teased, taking a drink of his warm coffee.
"Being a doctor, oh boy. It's bloody, tiring, and people don't talk to you until they need you." He chuckled, his job was not glamorous. Though being the right hand doctor to the president did have its perks.
Eyes returned to Louly, a kind smile to her as she drank the coffee. His fingers began to drum on his thigh, coffee kicking in. "This file actually," he begins pulling out the Manila folder. "A boy stung by track jackers, should have died four times over, but once I saved him. So I suppose I lied, it has it's perks." He finished smiling at the two.
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Post by Calypso Mane on Dec 23, 2017 7:51:09 GMT
"Nearly the same," Calypso teased back, eyes drifting back to her friend who was managing to miss her mouth and dripping scalding coffee onto her thin shirt. Rather than chastise her, she instead reached past her for some napkins, dabbing at the dark spot on her shirt as she continued without hesitation, "The only difference is that I know she knows how to drink from a cup properly, but chooses not to whereas they have yet to learn." With a final pat, she decided that Louly would live, but she dropped a straw into the cup for a good measure. Where others would be embarrassed at their drunken friends antics in front of an admittedly handsome man, she couldn't look past the need to take care of someone she loved. Her friend had gone through so much and she just needed someone to be there for her. Calypso would never turn her back on her to save face, couldn't imagine ever being shallow enough to do so.
It wasn't until she was sure her intoxicated friend could manage without spilling over herself again that she turned her attention back on Riley. Her brows drew in close as sympathy morphed her gentle features. She'd always known being a doctor was tough, but hearing it put so bluntly had her hopes dashed. She wasn't sure if she was cut out for such a harsh lifestyle. Maybe being a caretaker was more than enough. She was happy just to help. But still, it pained her that this man felt he was only important when there was an emergency. Certainly that wasn't the case. "Well, I appreciate you and everything you've done," she said honestly, shifting in her seat so her body was turned more towards the doctor. She feared the man didn't know how truly important he was, and as he continued to speak, he only proved how vital he was to the citizens of the Capitol.
"That's amazing, Riley," she insisted eagerly, eyes dropping briefly to the folder he'd pulled out before they met his once more, "You're a hero." Her faith in him skyrocketed, for she truly believed that he was one of the good guys and he deserved to know it. In a world so cold, she knew someone had to say it and she was more than happy to take up the job. "May I see?" She asked, gesturing to the folder, curious on what he'd done to save someone from a tracker jacker sting. They had found a nest not too far from the daycare she worked at. It would be vital to know how to aid someone should they get stung.
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