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trans_92010-02-15 03:39 pm
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Sweat beginning to pour down my neck as I turn round [open]
Nightmares had been plaguing Medic badly. They came regularly enough without any help, but these were more severe and vivid than normal. He hadn't slept in a number of days, so the German was twitchy and on edge far more than usual. He had been separating himself from the crew for a period of time now as he feared he'd have a sudden flashback and kill a patient without intending to. War was a horrible thing...Being a victim of a war for something you were born into was more horrible.
The horrors he had seen in that place; the atrocities he was forced to commit against his fellow kin just to survive. He could never forgive himself. The nightmares reminded him constantly. For now, he would find a moment's reprieve in exploring all of the ship he could. He really didn't want to run into someone else (especially not that insufferable Scout), but maybe a conversation could help him some. The other issues was that the stress was making him revert back to speaking almost solely German; his English was getting broken, at best. It was a fact he hated, but learned to deal with as best he could.
((OOC: Medic's just wandering, so feel free to have someone run into him.))
The horrors he had seen in that place; the atrocities he was forced to commit against his fellow kin just to survive. He could never forgive himself. The nightmares reminded him constantly. For now, he would find a moment's reprieve in exploring all of the ship he could. He really didn't want to run into someone else (especially not that insufferable Scout), but maybe a conversation could help him some. The other issues was that the stress was making him revert back to speaking almost solely German; his English was getting broken, at best. It was a fact he hated, but learned to deal with as best he could.
((OOC: Medic's just wandering, so feel free to have someone run into him.))
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But there was nothing to hunt on the ship. She had taken Mokoto's warning very seriously, and hadn't lifted her spear against a single person since Red Snout. She sat against the wall, inspecting the crude repair to her spear. There had to be something here she could whittle a new spearhaft out of - nevermind that it was men's work, they all did what they had to in a time of need.
Footsteps and the scent of a human came to her, and her ears twitched forward as a man in blue rounded the corner, seemingly lost in thought. Well, maybe this remote hallway hadn't been her worst decision ever. She stood up, holding her spear loosely. "Hey you," she said, trying to get the man's attention.
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Medic was shaken out of his thoughts by the newcomer. He started for a moment upon seeing Grim Eyes. A crossbreed? he questioned in his mind. There were some certainly bizarre things on this ship -- things he had the urge to dissect suddenly. He couldn't obey that urge, however, as he knew he'd be in some serious shit for satisfying his curiosity.
He also had to wonder if this strange creature wasn't a hallucination from his sleep-deprived brain. He had seen stranger things when he had gone nearly a week without sleep: walls talking, floor moving, sentry guns wandering around on their own.
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"You've been aboard long? Know your way around the ship?" she asked, and ran right over whatever answer he might have made to her. "Show me where I can go to have this repaired." She indicated her spear, held loosely at her side. The haft was snapped just below the spearhead, and bound back together haphazardly with leather ties.
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"I know my vay somevhat...However, I haff no clue who could repair zhat for you. I do haff some supplies hat might aid in zhat..."
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"Zhis vay, zhen," he replied, starting off back in the direction he came.
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"Medic," he answered simply. He had a real name, but he saw no need to share it with anyone; his job title showed what he did.
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Alia herself has been on her way back from somewhere in the ship, though her steps fell softly and slowly on the floor, purposeless. She had no urge to return to Hayt, the whole situation leaving her still deeply confused, and not much else to do at the moment. To many things plagued her mind, the voices, partially contained still howled and screamed in the dark reaches of her mind.
Stopping by a window for a moment to think, Alia heard a set of approaching foot steps from down the hall, she turned her head quickly to see who it was, hope it was not Sheanna, or worse, Hayt himself.
Blessidly it was not, but a handsome man in glasses.
Hmmmmm.
Instead of greeting him as he approached she smiled softly at him, searching out his gaze with her whiteless eyes.
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"...Hallo," he said, "I am not interrupting anyzhing, am I?"
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The things he did not say on his lip showed through from ever muscle in his body. Tired, worried, perhaps there was fear too... deep down, hiding it self in his eyes, and the depth of his breathing. Alia noted all these things in less than a moment, to well trained to even have to think about it.
"No, not at all." Alia held her perfect in perfect poise, the words that escaped her chapped lips where soft and calm. "I was simply... looking." At the last word Alia opened her eyes a little wider, tilting her head to the side, but holding his gaze tightly.
She tried to think of a million ways to tell him what she saw written so boldly on his frame, but fears he may not trust her, yet.
"Care to join me. I find studying the sky to be quite... relaxing, when you have no where else to turn.."
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Medic remained standing and gave a shrug in response.
"Are you implying I haff novhere else? I cannot sleep, zhat is all," he replied, "if I had novhere else, I vould not be on this ship." His tone on the last part was a bit teasing...Even in his sleep deprivation, he had his sense of humour.
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"Oh no, not my intention at all. Only you see a little dazed, lack of sleep will do that to anyone." Alia rubbed her temple for a moment, a sign that those with in her refused to be silenced, yet. She knew regardless the placement of words would have to be thoroughly planned.
"I think, these days, we all wish we had somewhere we could go to get away from this place." Alia though of the desert... "I'm Alia. I don't think we've met before. " It only took two steps to close the gap between them, her hands folded together before her. "I understand your feeling right now, its hard on everyone, but you look about how i feel." A playful smirk touched the corners of her lips as she spoke sweetly.
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"You may call me Medic. I haff a real name, but I do not share it unless I am forced to," he replied curtly.
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Medic." Alia repeated it aloud, knowing full well what i meant. How unlike the Suk Doctors of her world, how open with his emotions, he would never have survived on Arakkis, or so Alia mused to herself.
"I would not think of forcing you to do anything, we've only just met. But you do look awfully tried, Medic. I guess one would normally ask a doctor... but you are one..." She studied him closer now, in a casual, sort of way, letting the worry show clearly on her face.
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"Tired...Ja, you could say zhat. Nightmares. But it is obvious zhat is not only my problem."