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Posted by siren on Feb 10, 2006 23:57:10 GMT -6
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The new body guard, a slightly more imposing male who has denied to introduce himself to Delphi and doesn't appear to want to talk, shows her back to the lab where she works with Dr. VanDeKamp... who is not there.
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Posted by anne13 on Feb 11, 2006 0:02:04 GMT -6
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Thanks tall butch and non-verbal. *Del says over her shoulder and pours herself back into her work. Soon she actually has a theory going, and it scares her. She calls for slides and microscope and looks at all the patients blood work herself.* Shit, shit, shit.
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Posted by siren on Feb 11, 2006 0:03:31 GMT -6
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The Doctor is still not there. He did leave a note for her if she cares to look, it's not hidden.
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Posted by anne13 on Feb 11, 2006 0:05:55 GMT -6
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*Del goes over to Dr.VanDeKamp's desk to find a note.*
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Posted by siren on Feb 11, 2006 0:06:59 GMT -6
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Posted by anne13 on Feb 11, 2006 0:08:01 GMT -6
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*Say what is on the note, damn it.*
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Posted by siren on Feb 11, 2006 0:08:40 GMT -6
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Words. Written in english even! If you string them together you'll get sentinces. And the sentences, when strung together will give meaning.
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Posted by anne13 on Feb 11, 2006 0:10:17 GMT -6
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*Thanks to years of schooling and evolution Del can read the note. It says:*
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Posted by siren on Feb 11, 2006 0:12:17 GMT -6
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"Delphi- I've patientes schedualed for today. I had to see them at some time. I was going to tell you, but then you were out of the lab. I'll see you tomorrow. Again, appologies."
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Posted by anne13 on Feb 11, 2006 0:15:37 GMT -6
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Lovely. *Del says, she gathers all her shit together and decides to head home.*
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Posted by siren on Feb 11, 2006 0:19:24 GMT -6
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The room remains empty as she gathers her stuff for the day. Those check stations that are manned, the guards nod politely as she leaves.
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Posted by anne13 on Feb 14, 2006 23:05:11 GMT -6
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*Delphi heads over to the labs the moment she is done with her classes. She makes it through the guard stations and such with minimal fuss and walks right into 'her' lab room, hoping to find Dr. VanDeKamp there.*
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Posted by siren on Feb 14, 2006 23:07:15 GMT -6
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Dr VanDeKamp is infront of a wall sized whitebord. There is writing sprawled all over it. It would appear that he's on the same brain wave that she is.
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Posted by anne13 on Feb 14, 2006 23:14:43 GMT -6
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I see you got right to work also. *Del says admiring the progress he has made. Del hopes she will know half the information he does in the world of medicine one day.* I have the med. files on all fifty of our patients. *Del offers retreving them from her bag.*
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Posted by siren on Feb 14, 2006 23:15:38 GMT -6
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"What'd you come up with?" He asks, not looking away from the bord.
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