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[Abigail Nykhole Perretta]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TemplateStuff/Purple3.png); padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #C07DEB;] danger in the shape of somethin' wild stranger dressed in black, she's a hungry child tagged: rich || words: 591 || outfit: clicky lyrics: hot child in the city by nick gilder date: november 15 - 4:30 PM Nykki limped down the hallways from Alaric's office towards the medical wing. Ric had been quite insistant on the fact that she go and see one of the school doctors. After Miles had knocked her down and she'd twisted her ankle a short time ago, she'd had some trouble walking without a limp. In a lot of her steps, her leg even threatened to give out from beneath her, but she refused to fall to the floor and lay there like a lump. But finally, she was able to get to the infirmary. "Salizar?" she called out, wincing as she situated herself in one of the chairs of the infirmary. "Sally? Dr. Hawke? Dr. Everett?" she called out. She leaned forward in her chair at this time, unbuckling the boot of her right leg and she winced slightly. Damn it, she couldn't pull the boot off without moving her foot and that hurt. She could have whined at the injustice. She leaned back against the chair, sighing softly. She supposed that the doctors may have left, though she was sure that Ric would have told her if Salizar had left. She leaned down slowly and attempted to remove her boot again, giving out a soft hiss as she slowly drew the boot off of her foot and heard a noise in the back office. She looked up as she noticed that Dr. Everett was the one in the office and coming out towards her. She slowly lowered her foot back to the ground, hesitant to put much weight on it because even she could see that it was a bit swollen. She bit her lip rather harshly to keep from actually whining. God she was so glad she'd gotten away from Ric, he'd have been birthing kittens if she had let him see how much it had hurt when that student had knocked her over. She looked up at the male that was approaching. "Hey, I don't know if you remember me, but I was in here a few days ago with one of my students. I'm sorry to bother you, but... had a bit of an accident a bit ago and did something pretty bad to my ankle," she said softly. She steeled herself at this point, willing herself not to have a panic attack at the thought of being touched by someone she barely knew. She would be stable about this, she was not going to have a panic attack. Ric was busy dealing with the student, and Gibbs? God, Gibbs would have an anurysm. She offered a small smile. She looked up at the male, trying to hide her nervousness as she came to grips with the fact that she was going to have to let him touch her. "Just... please tell me that its not broken, 'cause if it is, we might have a problem 'cause I don't own many shoes without platforms on the bottom. Could make walking on crutches interesting," she stated, offering a small smile. She sat back in the chair, wringing her hands ever-so-slightly as she looked up at him. "So... are you the only one that works around here? This is the second time I've been in here and you're the only one that I seem to be finding, not that its an issue... its good to see familiar faces..." Okay, now she was rambling. She really needed to stop that. hot child in the city runnin' wild and lookin' pretty template by emrysdaelan @ caution 2.0 keep credit or angry badgers will nom your face off

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[Rich Samuel Everett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] And he's oh, so good/And he's oh, so fine/And he's oh, so healthy/In his body and his mind. "Sally? Dr. Hawke? Dr. Everett?" "Everett here." Rich called. How many times had he said that in the past few days? He'd been taking on extra shifts, not because he was feeling extra energetic these days like he'd have liked to pretend, but because he honestly had nothing else to do with his time. It was pretty depressing to think about. Rich could see the swelling from across the room. He'd gotten up and come over when he heard someone in the office. His pulse picked up a bit when he realized that it was that pretty teacher from the other day. What was her name...Nykki? That was right. Nykki, a pretty name for a pretty woman. He'd thought of her a couple of times since her last visit. He'd actually caught a glimpse of her when he was going out for lunch. He had been walking out to his car, and then he'd just seen her for a second, strolling across campus with some student. He'd nearly tripped over the cement car stops staring at her and not paying attention. "Need help with that boot?" Rich said, sounding far less professional than he'd intended. Or maybe he'd just imagined the stupid tone in his voice. He certainly hoped so. "Your ankle is pretty swollen. We should get it out of there and elevate it. Do you have all of the sensation in your toes?" That was more like it. Perfectly bland, perfectly professional, perfectly unsurprising. Perfectly Richard. As he slipped off the boot with relatively little difficulty, Richard examined his patient while he considered his own mental state. Maybe he needed counselling? Now, that would be a laugh: a doctor going to a doctor at a school for psychiatric cases. It wouldn't be the first time he'd been to one. After Lana left him his mother had insisted that he get some psychiatric help. That probably had more to do with the fact that he'd gotten a tattoo though, and less to do with the fact that he was miserable. His mother was only concerned with appearances. She only wanted the best for his image, after all. Therapy. That was fun. And, maybe it was a little bit sad too. He was finally doing something right for himself, his life was finally looking like it might be worth while, and they wanted to turn it into some sort of mental illness. The therapist asked him if he was sexually frustrated, and he asked the therapist if he was sexually frustrated. The therapist seemed unamused when Rich admitted to sleeping with random women he picked up in bars. He'd used protection! Women seemed to like a man with a motorcycle if you went to the right bars. He never saw any of them more than once. That was heaven--- pleasure without ramifications. Sometimes, when he was very lucky, they were gone by the time he woke up and didn't rob him blind. One of the girls, an attractive thirty-something with tattoos covering most of her body, had given him pot brownies without his knowing. In retrospect, it was a little naïve not to realize that they were 'special'. The experience wasn't a positive one. Halfway through a session of intense love making he'd begun having hallucinations. In his dazed mental state, he'd actually believed that he'd overdosed on something. He spent the rest of the night in a state of near paralysis. Needless to say, she was gone by the morning and he'd never seen her again. He couldn't really remember her face so much as her scent and the way her tattoos seemed to jump off of her skin after the brownies. He loved tattoos. "Just... please tell me that its not broken, 'cause if it is, we might have a problem 'cause I don't own many shoes without platforms on the bottom. Could make walking on crutches interesting," "Well, it looks like a sprain, but we had better get you some x-rays just in case. You're going to need to keep off of that foot either way. We'll just ice it and keep it elevated for now. I'm going to see about getting someone else to take over here, and I'll drive you up to the hospital." Rich wasn't entirely sure why he'd offered to drive her. Anyone else could have done it. Really, it would have been much easier just to ask Alaric or Salizar to give her a ride. She didn't need a doctor to transport her. Maybe he was just being an overachiever, a particularly concerned physician. A physician. He didn't think of himself as a physician, but that's what he was. It made him feel old just to think of it like that. The word alone made him feel middle aged. "Do you think you can manage crutches out of here, or would you be all right riding in a wheelchair?" Polite, as always. Rich was giving her a choice, though he knew that a wheelchair would made it easier for both of them. Perhaps she would see it as an indignity as some people did. It was silly to think of it that way. It was silly that he was thinking of her right now. He wanted to see where those tattoos went. She had an impish smile that made her seem younger than much younger women. Maybe it had something to do with the eyes. They seemed to be smiling even when her expression was serious. He nearly allowed his eyes to linger too long on her face. He caught himself, however, and tore his eyes back to the wall clock. He still had two more hours of this extra shift. Anyone could take over for him. They were just sitting around with all of their extra time. Salizar was probably boning some teachers. There was absolutely no reason why Rich should have to pick up the slack. No, wait, he'd volunteered for this. To ask someone to cover for him now would be a sign of unreliability. Weakness. Maybe he'd ask an intern to drive Nykki. Not a chance. He would call Salizar then. Other than being a shameless flirt, Salizar was pretty okay. Maybe he'd give Rich a break, just this once. If he was lucky. It was worth a shot, anyway. So, he pulled out his phone and gave Salizar a hopeful ring. CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION NOTES: Okay, this is longer than I thought it would be. X) WORDS: 1052 OUTFIT: Medical Scrubs and a Lab Coat...

[Abigail Nykhole Perretta]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TemplateStuff/Purple3.png); padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #C07DEB;] danger in the shape of somethin' wild stranger dressed in black, she's a hungry child tagged: rich || words: 1026 || outfit: clicky lyrics: hot child in the city by nick gilder date: november 15 - 4:30 PM Nykki smiled brightly as Dr. Everett came out of the back office and asked if she needed help with her boot. "Maybe just a little, it hurts my ankle every time I move my foot to try and pull it off," she stated with a slight wince. The boot gave her ankle the stability it needed to get her down here, but now it was just a hinderance. It wasn't entirely a good thing, she only wished that this wasn't all that necessary. But she knew if she didn't go, Ric woul dhave called Gibbs to escort her down there or something else embarassing like that. God, how horrible would that be? She smiled up at him as he moved in front of her and stated that her ankle was pretty swollen and that they needed to elevate it. Elevate it, great, meant she was going to have to get up again, didn't it? She made a slight face before reaching over beside her and tugging an empty chair towards her and gingerly laying her foot on it. She watched as he examined her ankle, biting her lower lip as she told herself over and over again that he was a doctor, he wasn't going to hurt her, and slowly she was able to calm herself. She hadn't had a panic attack in a long while, and the last time, it had been totally justified, 'cause she'd found a rat in her apartment... it had run right across her foot in the dark. Yeah, she'd come unglued. She'd even called up Ricy in the middle of the night, because even though they hadn't been together then, they had always kept in contact. Ric had been able to calm her down over the phone so that she wasn't hyperventalating anymore, which was a good thing there. Her previous issues with her own obsessive compulsive disorder was still difficult to maintain sometimes. There were still routines that she did, and exercises she went through every day to keep her stable. She looked up at him as he started to answer her question. A sprain, well that was better than a break, right? Breaks took longer to heal. She gave a slight nod though as he stated something about x-rays. Probably to make sure that it wasn't broken. God, but that meant a trip to the hospital. Not a place that she liked to go. And Gibbs would definitely not be happy. That poor boy that had knocked her over would probably be getting a double reaming. Ric was probably fussing at him right now, but then Gibbs would have a hold of him. Ew. Staying off her feet. That would be unpleasant. And difficult, she had classes to teach, after all. Maybe she could get one of those boot things or something and build her own platforms on it. Could be interesting. She smiled though, as he offered to drive her up to the hospital himself. That wasn't something that she really expected from him. After all, he really barely knew her, but perhaps he would have done this for any staff member. She'd like to think that maybe she was just special. She smiled at the doctor and nodded. "Thank you. I know that's not exactly in your job description but... it's very sweet of you," she stated, smiling just a bit. When he asked if she thought if she could handle crutches out of their, she just looked at him, arching a delicate eyebrow. "On these boots? Yeah, no, I'd probably be better off with a wheelchair if its not to much trouble. I mean... if you'd rather I try crutches, I guess I could do that..." But that wasn't exactly going to be her first choice of things to do. She did notice, however, that he was watching her rather intently. She found that she rather liked that. It wasn't every day that someone looked at her in such a manner. Mostly they looked at her like she was some kind of a freak for the way that she dressed. She watched then as he pulled out his phone and dialed a number. She gave him another smile, eyes roaming over his face and then down over his chest, though she forced herself to keep from going any lower than his abs. She shifted slightly in her chair, reaching down her leg slowly and gripping her ankle, feeling the warmth even through the material of her tights. God, that hurt like a mother. She sighed slightly. "Should I put my boot back on?" she asked softly before she heard a faint voice on the other side of the phone line from the other male. "Yeah, Richard, what's up?" Salizar asked simply. He paused as he went to unlock the car door, wondering vaguely if he had forgotten something in the medical wing when he'd walked out. He frowned though, pausing in finding his key as the other male asked if he could cover the rest of his shift. "Yeah, what's wrong?" he asked, concern in his voice before he stated that he had to take someone to the hospital. "Yeah, I'm just outside, I'll be right in," he stated before returning back into the school and moving back to the medical wing. Of course then he realized that said person was Nykki. Oh damn. "Oh hey, you didn't tell me it was Nykki... do you want me to take-" "No, Zar, that's fine. Ric's down in his office still, you can just wait on him so that you can go home at the same time as him. Dr. Everett has been kind enough to volunteer to take me, you don't need to worry," Nykki assured him, smiling as Salizar slowly nodded before moving back towards the office and Nykki looked back up at Dr. Everett. "Alright... what are we doing? Crutches or wheelchair?" she asked, offering him a smile. hot child in the city runnin' wild and lookin' pretty template by emrysdaelan @ caution 2.0 keep credit or angry badgers will nom your face off

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[Rich Samuel Everett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][atrb=style, background-color: #fff; width: 450px, bTable] And he's oh, so good/And he's oh, so fine/And he's oh, so healthy/In his body and his mind. Nykki seemed nervous. Rich was not surprised. A lot of people found it difficult to relax around doctors. This just meant that he would have to be extra gentle with her. It wouldn't be difficult. He would have been careful with her even if she didn't feel like a delicate flower in his hands. He helped her to elevate her foot properly and to ice that swollen ankle, thanking whatever powers might be in the universe that Salizar was so chill about work hours. He'd have to make it up to him somehow. "Should I put my boot back on?" "Not yet." Rich said, apologetically. "I'm afraid not for a couple of days, now. We've got to wait for the swelling to go down." Why was he saying 'we' instead of 'you'? It was ridiculous, like one of those kindergarten teachers who asked 'how are we doing today?' when they were talking to a bunch of five year olds and then found themselves addressing adults in that way at open house--- 'how are we doing tonight, parents?'. It always made Rich a little bit sick in his mouth when he heard people talking like that, or worse, talking in the third person. And, as insane as it was he was just a hair's breadth away from falling to that ultimate indignity. Talking in the third person. He was around too many kids, obviously. If he started saying 'Rich will be back in only a minute' he would voluntarily self immolate for the good of the world. Maybe his mother was right. Maybe he was going insane. "Yeah, I'm just outside, I'll be right in," "Thanks, Salizar." I owe you one. He knew that Salizar could probably detect his grateful subtext. "Alright... what are we doing? Crutches or wheelchair?" "I think crutches would just complicate things for both of us. A wheelchair will be fine." He smiled, blandly. As he was helping Nykki into her wheelchair, he caught some of the scent of her perfume, or maybe it was her shampoo. Either way, it smelled delicious and he didn't want to stop inhaling her. But, that would have been creepy. And, Rich was boring, not frightening. Then again, he would almost rather be some bat shit crazy freak like Buffalo Bill than continue to be the boring as heck non-entity that he was. He couldn't ever pull off creeper though. His mind was wandering. That tended to happen when he was as supremely bored with himself as he was for any extended period of time. He was surprised that Lana, his old fiancée, had endured his total lack of personality for so long. He could hardly stand himself. He was surprised that anyone could stand him. Maybe he'd get her name tattooed on his ass, just to show what he thought of her. That could be a conversation piece. No, but someone like Nykki would probably think he was being petty and stupid. Lana had left with a perfectly valid reason anyway. And, since when did Rich care what Nykki thought? He barely knew her. Why would she care what he got inked onto his body? And, how the hell would she know about any ass-tattoos he got? It's not like she was ever going to see his ass, though the thought was a bit intriguing. Get your mind out of the gutter, Rich. Great. And, now he was talking to himself in his head. Just what he needed. This was obvious confirmation of his insanity. Now all he needed to do was curl up into the foetal position and attack a tin foil hat to his head. That would be attractive. He thought, sarcastically to himself. Well, shit. I'm really losing it. That didn't take long. He waved to Salizar as he wheeled Nykki gently out the door. At least he didn't have to worry about being unfit to care for patients. The doctor in him was too deeply engrained. They could lobotomise him and he'd still care for his patients with the gentle expertise of a stern old physician. That's what he'd be in thirty years, an old physician with a lot of experience in his field, and none in life. And, it made him sad thinking about it. He helped her into his work car. He rarely drove it, preferring to use his motorcycle, but it was useful for the job. This wasn't the first time he'd needed to take someone to the hospital, after all. It was a sleek electric car that made no noise. It was about as far away from what Rich wanted to be as possible. It was tame, neat, and efficient. It was expensive. It was everything Rich wanted to escape. But, it had plenty of room in the back for a wheelchair, and could drive one hundred miles without needing a charge. So, he didn't drive it off a cliff. "How are you feeling? Are you all right?" He asked his pretty companion, as he slid into the driver's seat. He started up the car. It was already tuned to the classic rock station. There was a little anarchy in her yet! At least the car had a good stereo system. "What sort of music do you like?" He said, realizing that he might be offending Nykki's sensitive palate by blasting AC/DC. What did women like Nykki like anyway? And, were there any women like Nykki? Rich sort of doubted that. Nykki seemed like one of a kind. He glanced at her in his rear view mirror. Who was he kidding... she was gorgeous. And, there had never been anyone like her. CODED BY LADY RAINICORN @ CAUTION NOTES: Oh where, oh where, has my little muse gone? WORDS: 922 OUTFIT: Medical Scrubs and a Lab Coat...

[Abigail Nykhole Perretta]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb= style, width: 450px; background-image: url(http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j348/SimiXiamara/TemplateStuff/Purple3.png); padding: 5 5 5 5px; border: 10px solid #C07DEB;] danger in the shape of somethin' wild stranger dressed in black, she's a hungry child tagged: rich || words: 781 || outfit: clicky lyrics: hot child in the city by nick gilder date: november 15 - 4:30 PM Nykki made a slight pouty face as Richard told her that she couldn't wear her boots for a couple of days 'cause they had to wait for the swelling to go down. "Well crabnuggets," she said in frustration, sulking back into her chair slightly. Why had that boy have to kick her and knock her down? It wasn't like she'd been hurting him, just hauling him to his counselor 'cause he'd been fighting. Such violence in such a small package, it made her worry slightly about Alaric being left alone with him. But then, she didn't get the psychotic vibe from the boy... and Ric could handle himself against the normal kind of issues that teenage boys had. The only one she really worried about with regard to her adopted brother was Yony Katana. That boy was just plain psycho and needed to be put into a mental hospital. Or jail. She watched as he thanked Salizar for covering the rest of his shift for him and she smiled slightly. Ric had gotten lucky with that one. Salizar was like... a rock amidst a fast-paced river and he was that sturdy purchase for not only Ric, but Benton as well. Nykki smiled up at the other male, it was very obvious that he was thankful that Salizar had easily agreed to cover his shift. She nodded slightly as he stated that crutches would just complicate things so they should use a wheel chair. She pushed herself up slowly, smiling as he helped her to her feet and slowly sank into the other chair, reaching down to grab hold of her boot and put it into her lap. It wouldn't be pleasant to go outside without a shoe on. It was gonna be cold, not something she was looking forward too. Especially since her actual coat was in her office still. Oh man, her coat! She reached out, grabbing hold of Salizar's wrist before she could be pulled out of the office. "Tell Ric to grab my coat, would you?" she asked, biting her lip before smiling at him as he nodded and she was being taken outside towards a car that must have belonged to Dr. Everett. She allowed him to help her into the back seat of his car so that she could keep her foot up on the seat beside of her. She slid back, resting her back against the far door as he loaded the wheel chair and then got into the car. A part of her felt guilty that he was having to take her to the hospital for an xray. They could be waiting in the emergency room for a long time. She hated the emergency room. She wrinkled her nose slightly at the thought as she rested her hands in her lap. She watched the scenery change before looking towards the front of the car as she was spoken to. "Yeah, I'm alright... it doesn't hurt quite as much as before... more of just a pulsing throb now instead of a tears-in-your-eyes-scream-in-pain kind of hurt," she stated with a bright smile. Though she could tell that it was still quite swollen, despite the ice pack, and she had to keep taking it off at various intervals or else the coldness was actually hurting the part of her leg that wasn't inflamed. She smiled as he started the car and ACDC came over the speakers. She looked down at her nails, deciding she'd have to repaint them soon. They were starting to chip, and that just wouldn't do. She looked up at the doctor as he asked what kind of music she liked and she smiled. "This is fine," she stated easily, tilting her head slightly. "I tend to listen to ACDC and similar rock and roll stuff on a normal basis. 'course I'll get into my moods when I'll listen to a little jazz or something a little more mellow, but music helps me think, you know?" she stated, smiling at the reflection of the attractive doctor. "Next time I'm helping Salizar with some blood analysis tests, you should come down to my lab and work with us... Salizar tends to have a hard time focusing with my music, but maybe you'd work out a little better. Salizar is musically challenged, which is kind of a travesty considering he's dating not one, but two musicians," she stated, laughing softly. Of course, this wasn't the type of music she expected out of the good doctor at all. He seemed much more straight-laced than ACDC. hot child in the city runnin' wild and lookin' pretty template by emrysdaelan @ caution 2.0 keep credit or angry badgers will nom your face off

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