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Post by Wormwood on Jun 20, 2009 12:50:43 GMT -5
Wormwood stood awkwardly in the empty examination room. It had been a week since he had been let out in the lab and it was time for a check up to make sure that he was doing alright. He didn't feel sick or anything, but he guessed part of it was going to be a psych-evaluation. He felt sound mentally too....but he guessed that was really up to the doctors to decide....
He slowly started to unbutton his light grey shirt. He pushed it off his sculpted shoulders, exposing his creamy white skin. It sparkled faintly in the harsh white light of the room. He folded the shirt and set it on the examination table.
He blushed as he started to unbutton his pants and they soon joined the shirt on the table. He flicked out his wings, twitching them this way and that. Trying to occupy himself before Dr. Hayes came in. It was all rather awkward.... He kept his underwear on....a simple pair of girl's underwear. Unfortunately...they didn't make him completely non-gendered. No, he had gotten a flat chest, but a vagina... what were they thinking!?! Angels were always referred to as HE in the bible.... Wormwood shook his head. He just didn't get it.
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Post by Dr.Claude Hayes on Jun 20, 2009 13:27:17 GMT -5
Dr. Hayes stopped outside the examination room and grabbed a folder out of the slot by the door. Wormwood, his eleven o'clock appointment. He flipped through the file dully, nothing but a routine white check up... How boring.
He knocked gently on the door before entering, not that it mattered much, he felt it was just a common courtesy. Pushing the door open, with that fake pleasant smile on his face that most of the experiments thought of as sincere. "Hello Wormwood." He smiled, tone seeming radiant. Faking it was always far to easy for the doctor, if he wasn't convincing, the mind would be. "And how are we this morning?"
The Doctor took a pen out of his lab coat pocket and began scribbling some notes down on his clip board before beaming up at Wormwood once more. "You can just take a seat on the table, today'll just be the routine check up."
He sat down on a stool near the table, clip board balanced in his lap, "Now then," He started, "How are the wings treating you?"
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Post by Wormwood on Jun 20, 2009 14:01:16 GMT -5
Wormwood smiled back, but he couldn't help but feel that... the doctor wasn't being completely honest...However, there wasn't any reason to think that he was lying either. Wormwood looked up at the man, smiling gently. No, look at how happy he was! He must have just misinterpreted his tone.
"I'm good." Wormwood said softly and sat down on the cold table. He let out a small yelp of surprise. "Oh, but that table sure is cold!" He exclaimed with a small giggle. He shifted anxiously on the table. Even a routine check up scared him. He didn't like the physical at all! There was too much touching! He nodded. "Yep...just a check up and I don't think you'll find anything wrong! I don't feel sick at all, we can just skip the physical, I'm sure!" He said hurriedly, but the Doctor didn't seem to hear him and just started to ask about his wings. Wormwood licked his lips, he really didn't want to be there.
"My wings have been fine!" Wormwood stretched one of them out, the longest feathers knocking over a few things on the desk across the wall and he snapped it back quickly. "Sorry! I forget they're sooo long!" He said, blushing again. "My old ones were smaller..."
His wings twitched impatiently. "I can fly...but there isn't really room anywhere too fly... Cept for when the scientist let me use the training room." He paused, thinking that he sounded too much like he was complaining. "Not that I'm complaining! I just...." He trailed off. "I don't mean to sound rude, I'm grateful for everything you all have given me!"
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Post by Dr.Claude Hayes on Jun 20, 2009 14:59:54 GMT -5
"Mmhmm..." Claude nodded, still scribbling notes down on his clipboard, the convincing false smile on his face. Was this ever boring... Claude hated working with Grey's they were just so boring. He'd have to provoke a Red latter. Maybe that ice elemental with the bad temper.
Claude's piercing violet eyes met Wormwood's grey for a moment... He REALLY didn't want to be there. Maybe he'd cheat. Not breaking eye contact at all, Claude began to search Wormwood's mind for any indications of malfunctions or defect. He scribbled his findings down on the paper before him without looking away from Wormwood; a talent he'd acquired with a lot of practice.
Dr.Hayes was about to move on to doing the psych exam in the same manner before realizing just how weird Wormwood would find it to have all of his tests done silently. Claude broke their eye contact immediately, the false cheeriness still in place. "Right!", He beamed, "It seems to me that you look just alright... And I'll take your word for it this time!" He smiled from the stool at the angel experiment, still writing down notes without looking.
"However, we can't skip your psych exam... That ones quite important I'm afraid."
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Post by Wormwood on Jun 20, 2009 16:13:20 GMT -5
Wormwood looked up and caught Dr. Hayes violet gaze. He started for a moment, feeling as though the man was reading his every thought. Wormwood's cheeks darkened into a crimson and he looked away, blushing to the tips of his ears.
The angel gave him a small smile of relief. "Yes?" He said, sounding happier now that he didn't have to go through with the physical. He stood up and pulled his pants on. He carefully slipped his wings through the tailored holes in the back of his shirt, then pulled it on all the way and buttoned it slowly. "Oh, of course, by golly, I know I can't skip the psych portion... I'm not stupid, just naive."
He sat back down on the table, still stiff, but noticeably more comfortable than he had been without his clothes. "I feel fine doctor...really..." He lied. But did it count as lying when you were lying to yourself as well?
"I feel better than ever."
"Perfectly alright..."
His smile flattered ever so slightly. No! Don't think of it! You'll see Jezebel soon! The experimentation just has you tired... You should be able to teleport tomorrow... I'm sure of it! Yes..."Yes Doctor Hayes, I'm just fine."
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Post by Dr.Claude Hayes on Jun 21, 2009 12:14:37 GMT -5
Claude watched the changes in Wormwood's demeanor with that inviting smile on his face, watchful of the experiments mind all the while. "Just fine you say...", Claude smiled writing more notes down on his clipboard, "You don't sound just fine L 9-11, Now won't you tell me what bothering you? It is of the utmost importance to our research and to your development!"
He put the Clipboard down on a nearby counter and got up from his stool. "Now L 9-11..." Claude starting placing a hand gently on Wormwood's shoulder, "Would you tell me who Jezebel is?" He asked nicely, the perfect image of friendliness. Dr. Hayes' violet eyes met Wormwood's grey once more, piercing into the angels mind. He wanted answers, and he didn't want to wait around for them. You Will tell me who Jezebel is.
As soon as he was certain his message had gotten across Claude remove his hand from Wormwood's shoulder and returned to his stool. Friendly smile back in place, the doctor crossed his legs and rested his hands in his lap. "Now L 9-11, Who is Jezebel?"
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Post by Wormwood on Jun 21, 2009 12:32:30 GMT -5
Wormwood gulped. And shook his head. "I don't want to talk about it." He said, trying to sound firm, but his voice was wavering. He crossed his arms over his narrow chest and tried to look unmovable. But the Doctor moved forwards, clasping a comforting hand down on his shoulder and looked into his eyes. Immediately Wormwood felt his resolve crack and big tears welled into his eyes and dripped down his round cheeks.
"Jezebel..."
For a moment Wormwood cried silently, slouching over his knees, his hands pressed over his heart. "Jezebel is my soulmate!" He exclaimed, slipping off the table and sitting on the ground. He pulled his knees up to his chest. "I was his guardian angel...and...and I love him!"
"I can't see him anymore!!!" He exclaimed loudly, his voice choked with tears. "I've tried! And tried! and I just can't teleport anymore!"
"And it's your flaut! All you MEDDLING scientist! YOu have no right to experiment in such matters! The creation of life is meant for god alone! You will all will be judged harshly for it when the time comes!" He shouted, pushing himself to his feet.
"You took me from Jezebel!" He exclaimed, grabbing a glass jar off the shelf. He whipped it at the Doctor and it whizzed by, hitting the wall behind him and shattering. "I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU ALL!" New emotions were coursing through him that he didn't know how to contain. Rage, fear, sadness... so instead of trying to keep them all in, he let them out. He marched around the office, pulling things off shelves and whipping them to the floor, breaking anything he could get his hands on, but it just made him angrier.
Wormwood turned on the doctor, stepping in close to his personal space. He jabbed a bony finger into Claude's sternum and leaned in close, speaking so his lips were right against his ear. "All of you are going to pay for what you have done, I swear to god..." He whispered angrily. "Your judgment day is drawer nearer... the End is nigh, my friend..." He drew back a hand and slapped Dr. Hayes across the face. "Your trespasses shall not be forgotten."
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Post by Dr.Claude Hayes on Jun 21, 2009 13:54:53 GMT -5
Claude remained perfectly calm simply watching with mild interest as Wormwood lashed out... Red's were still much more interesting. Even when Wormwood slapped him, the Doctor stayed perfectly still. "Oh Yes...The End is Nigh'!" Claude mocked, a sadistic smirk on his face, "Oh what a load of shit L 9-11!"
He pulled a needle calmly from his lab coat pocket and jabbed it in to Wormwood's neck roughly, injecting it's contents quickly. Claude watched with a twisted grin on his Face as Wormwood sunk limply to the floor. Sedatives. Claude's favourites. He pulled the Walkie off of his belt loop and held it to his mouth clicking in the button. "We Need Doctor Hart for a Clean up... Wormwood's had a rough day."
He clipped the device back to his belt loop Before picking up his clipboard and walking out of the room. He checked off a few boxes on his sheet before finally writing 'The subject has become quite unstable and should be promoted to either the purple or yellow level." Closing the door behind him Doctor Hayes was off to file his paper work and then (hopefully) provoke some Reds.
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