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trans_92011-05-19 07:22 pm
iselldrugstothecommunity) wrote in trans_92011-05-19 07:22 pm
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Bad Handwriting and Everything [Open]
The upside to using paper and pen instead of data pads for taking notes on patients is that it's intuitive and you can fiddle with things. The downside is that, at the end of a shift, a lot of the notes have to be shredded for privacy reasons, and the details have to be entered into the data pads anyway. Despite his usual devotion to efficiency, Howard doesn't mind this. It's a nice way to review the day and cement anything he might have learned.
The Quarantine's mostly empty now, which is a definite plus. All those kids were getting Howard crankier and antsier than usual. He brought in a box of toys from the Warehouse, though he didn't bother to check the age ranges for them, so he hopes someone who cares a bit more will take out all the choking hazards before any of the children regress to toddlerhood. He doesn't want anything to do with children; he had enough of that back in that dystopian nightmare he called home. All they do is cry and scream and demand things and kill each other and eat all the food and lie and burn down buildings and generally make life unpleasant. Not that adults are always better, but at least someone's around to enforce order here.
He hums a snippet of Cliffs of Dover to himself, chewing on the end of a Tinker Toy, and starts typing in his notes.
The Quarantine's mostly empty now, which is a definite plus. All those kids were getting Howard crankier and antsier than usual. He brought in a box of toys from the Warehouse, though he didn't bother to check the age ranges for them, so he hopes someone who cares a bit more will take out all the choking hazards before any of the children regress to toddlerhood. He doesn't want anything to do with children; he had enough of that back in that dystopian nightmare he called home. All they do is cry and scream and demand things and kill each other and eat all the food and lie and burn down buildings and generally make life unpleasant. Not that adults are always better, but at least someone's around to enforce order here.
He hums a snippet of Cliffs of Dover to himself, chewing on the end of a Tinker Toy, and starts typing in his notes.
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Her concentration is improving. She hits nineteen before hitting one too many greens in a row. "Ah! Should have been a yellow!"
Who should win?
After getting twenty-four, he leans back in his seat and laughs. "Top that!"
lmfao I always vote for my characters to lose so -- Howard!
"I'll try." She brings Simon back over, concentrating yet again on the pattern of lights, the reptetition. She's mostly motionless until it's time to repeat the patterns, and it's actually a too rapid hit that ends her round -- at twenty-three.
She breathes out. "Almost." Almost isn't good enough.
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His next round doesn't go so well, ending at only fifteen due to a second too long of hesitation. It's enough to temper the smirk on his face; still, he has the lead by one, and two more rounds to make it up if she tops twenty-four. "I think you're psyching me out."
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She slides Simon back over to Howard, grinning. "Wasn't almost that time."
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Red red green red blue blue yellow...after thirty-five in a row, he passes it back, looking a bit exhilarated. "You have one try to beat that."
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Howard wins this game, altogether. She slides Simon back at him, shaking her head. She's a somewhat gracious loser. "Your win." After all, this has actually been enjoyable.
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Probably is. He glances over at his notes - there's still a pretty heavy stack to sort out and type up.
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