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Post by Amélie Grey on Jan 21, 2007 7:54:32 GMT -5
Amélie opened her locker and quickly applied a coat of mascara to her long eyelashes, looking in the mirror she had attached to the door. Her fellow intern and best friend, Andrew Dawson, walked past. "You're putting make-up on at a hospital? Hoping to break the rules and chat up a patient?" he said, craning his neck to see in the mirror. "And you're checking out your hair. I'm a woman, I'm supposed to do this. You're a guy, and you're checking your hair..." "Excuse me!" he exclaimed, hitting her on the arm. "What are you suggesting?" "Ow! Nothing!" Amélie laughed rubbing her arm. "Hit me again and I'll get Lucas to beat you up." "I'm terrified," he said sarcastically, sitting down on the bench and changing his Converse for his work shoes. "Any surgeries today?" "No," Amélie groaned. "Sharp is mad at me for 'abandoning my patient'." "That would be Hypochondriac up in Medical, right?" he asked. "Yes, and she's really annoying me Andrew," Amélie said, sitting down beside him. "You've only got another week of her," he consoled. "I know," Amélie said. "Have you heard what she thinks is wrong with her this time?" "Jake said she thinks she has lung cancer?" Andrew said. "I'm her doctor once you're rid of her, pity me why don't you." He stood up and slammed his locker door closed. "I gotta go or Sharp will have my ass." "See you," Amélie grinned. Though you couldn't see it from the basement floor, it was bright and sunny outside. A nice day. And Lucas was working the same shift as her. All in all, it was a pretty sweet day. Callie came into the locker room. "Hey," Amélie called over. "How are the rehearsals for Lisa's play going?"
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Post by Callie Black on Jan 21, 2007 8:02:44 GMT -5
Callie hummed to herself, coming into the Locker's and setting down her bag. "Hey," Amélie called in greeting. "How are the rehearsals for Lisa's play going?" Callie opened her locker, tying up her hair. "I think they're alright. Lisa keeps moving, because she says it's a windy day, so she gets in a bit of trouble with the other trees. Besides for that, all fine." She sighed, taking off her jacket and folding it inside her locker. She was really tired. The sun was too damn bright. She would go blind in this kind of weather. She knew she should go to bed earlier, but that was easier said than done. Her and Harry hardly saw each other at work, and their time was cut short at home. They stayed up late a lot, usually just talking. Everyday she promised herself she would go to bed at 10.00pm- and everyday she was in bed by 1.00am! "And how are you? Your glorious romance with Lucas flourishing?" she grinned at Amélie.
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Post by Amélie Grey on Jan 21, 2007 8:15:45 GMT -5
Amélie laughed. "Glorious romance? Since when was it a glorious romance?" She stood up, facing the mirror, and applied a coat of lipgloss. "It's going good, I guess. My aunt is coming out here to meet him next month," she said brightly, ignoring the fact that her mother wasn't coming. "I've always been close to Madeline because she's only six years older than me." She put her make-up back in its case. This little case of magic tricks was carried around with her everywhere. She seemed vain, but she wasn't really. She just liked to look her best. That and the fact that late shifts coupled with late nights gave her really bad shadows under her eyes - Touche D'Eclat was the most amazing thing she owned. She closed the locker door. "And how is your blissful married life going?"
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Post by Callie Black on Jan 21, 2007 8:24:49 GMT -5
"We're still sleeping in the same bed, if that's what you mean," smiled Callie. "But blissful? Hah! Nobody was kidding when they said marriage was hard work. Still..." She took out her white coat and looked critically in the mirror. Big, dark shadows... hair a wild curly mess... barely a lick of make-up... and she was getting a spot on her nose. She used to think teenagers were the only ones who were plagued by acne. Boy, was she wrong. "Can I borrow your mascara?" asked Callie, slightly desperately. "Or cover-up? Something? Anything to make me look less like a pile of shit?" She groaned inwardly. She had to stop swearing so much. She was certain Lisa would have a vocabulary to be proud of by the time she hit 5.
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Post by Amélie Grey on Jan 21, 2007 8:34:42 GMT -5
Amélie giggled. "You don't look like shit! But here," she said, handing Callie her make-up case. "Ta-dah. My little bag of magic." Seeing Callie put on the Touche D'Eclat, she remembered she needed her coat out. She opened her door, pulled out her coat and took out a hairband from the shelf. She put it between her teeth as she pulled her long fair hair back, before tying it back. As usual, the front part of her hair fell forward. "And how are Lisa and Smoggy?" she said, smiling as always at the cat's name.
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Post by Callie Black on Jan 21, 2007 8:39:15 GMT -5
"Lisa still has the ambition to become the very first real Catwoman... hey, I should let her watch that! And Smoggy? He's a grumpy little bugger, as always. And Lisa's always man-handling him. Poor cat." She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. Much better. She might have a mental inabiltity to learn the language, but the French really came into their own when it came to make-up and fashion. "You're right, that stuff is magic!" she laughed, handing it back to Amélie. "How about Jack? That's your dog, right?"
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Post by Amélie Grey on Jan 21, 2007 9:03:11 GMT -5
"Jack? Perfect little hyper ball of fluff as usual," Amélie said, shaking her head. "I'm going to ask Ana if dogs can get ADD and if Jack has it." She took the make-up case. "It is magic! It's $30 a bottle, but it works!" She put the case in her bag and put her coat on over her pale blue scrubs. She loved her white coat. It made her feel like a professional. People treat you with more respect if you have the doctor outfit. She thought about Callie's little girl, with her dark curly mop of hair like her mother's. Amélie always wondered what it would be like to have a child; a little miniature version of you. She wouldn't find out though. Kids were not on her agenda. She sat down and changed her shoes. "Have you any surgeries today?"
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Post by Callie Black on Jan 21, 2007 9:11:40 GMT -5
"I'm doing a liver transplant," said Callie, shaking her head. "Not that this guy deserves it. He's an alchoholic. He himself has said he's not going to stop doing what he loves. I hate people like that. You'd think they'd learn..." Her resident, Dr Gregory, told her not to talk like that about patients. She could think what she wanted- as long as it didn't leave her mouth. Callie had yelled at patients before, and she knew that she could be brutal when she was worked up. Luckily, Dr Gregory had managed to calm her down with the threat of a pay dock for a good few months. Besides for that, she really liked Dr Gregory. She respected her, because she knew that Dr Gregory was good at her job, and that Dr Gregory came out of surgery 9 times out of 10 with a completely successful operation. "How about you?"
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Post by Amélie Grey on Jan 21, 2007 9:24:38 GMT -5
"You're so lucky," Amélie muttered. "I did a kidney transplant last week, but I have no sugeries today because Sharp is pissé at me because I was sarcastic to a patient and because I 'abandoned' the same patient." None the less, Dr. Sharp was pretty much a nice person. She was just reminiscent of a Nazi in the fact that she was so determined. She was also as stubborn as hell. Very like Amélie at times. But she could also be really nice. She was really smart, had a really high success rate, and would lay down her life for her patients. She had a way of helping people back up on their feet after they killed, without being harsh or acting like a counsellor. She was just sensible. She could also be a real chienne at times though. Even the Chief got scared of her. Her pager went off. "Merde," she muttered. It was Jake telling her to go up to Mrs. Atkinson. "Her ladyship calls and I don't want to miss any surgeries," she said, standing up and slammer her locker door shut. "See you later."
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Post by Callie Black on Jan 21, 2007 9:31:28 GMT -5
Callie grinned at her. "Have fun!" Amélie smiled and waved, leaving the Lockers in a bit of a hurry. Callie turned back to her locker and closed it. The sound echoed throughout the eerily empty room. She closed her eyes, listening to the silence for a few seconds. It was beautiful. Sighing happily, she smoothed some creases in her coat out, then started making her way up to the station. She couldn't help it- she was excited. She may be planning to specialize in psychology- but cutting people up definitely had its merits too!
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