mericlecure: (elise combrez -- green)
When thinking about my coerced surgeon character in the works for [insanejournal.com profile] corsair's group psl (invitation is open to anyone reading this!), I remembered that I had written a doctor character before! Who, coincidentally enough, also seemed to be a reluctant in his current role as healer.


Background: In the game, the characters basically had 'dreams' that glimpsed into what was going on in the outside world (their current world was, unbeknownst to them, a shared dream). The dreams didn't always deal with the characters' real-world selves, either -- they also focused on conflicts going on throughout the world completely separative of the real-world counterparts' lives.

Basically, this was a great opportunity to write one-shot characters and viewpoints, and to play with different styles of writing in-game. Both dreams below have the same focus -- a doctor surrounded by the sick in a third-world country amid an epidemic -- but the first is from his point of view and the second is the point of view of a distant, omniscient observer.

better places to be )


crackling )

mericlecure: (Character - Astrid - nice diggs)
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Who: Astrid and Caleb
Where: Lockwood house
When: eeearly mornin'

So this absolutely wasn't the first time Astrid had stopped by the house. It also wasn't the second, or the third. Yes, this was the fourth time Astrid had dropped by -- if one didn't count her simply walking past -- and that was her restraining herself. Because the fact was that, even with the help of Oz, there just wasn't any more of a clue to what had happened to Mathias and Dorian than the house. And even then there weren't really any clues at the house, because suddenly disappearing without the slightest trace just... didn't count as a clue, in Astrid's book. But it was the place with the freshest scent trail, and Astrid just wasn't keen on making the same mistake as last time: leaving the place, getting lost, and coming back only to discover Mathias had been there and then disappeared again. So, yeah, she wasn't going to let a day go by that she didn't check in on the house... granted, right now it seemed she wasn't able to let a couple hours go by without leaving the house, but at least she wasn't camping out!

And, well, at least she forced herself to leave again after some point -- sometimes returning to the pack, sometimes exploring the town a little more. Either way, Astrid was near-paranoid about wandering off too far this time. And... Astrid was currently in the process of leaving again. Really. She was just... sorta lingering around the front door, alternating between staring and frowning and sometimes glaring at it, all part of the 'aaaaaand we're leaving again. Promise.' thing. In fact, she was even finally turning back around and taking a step back to the street when she caught a scent from upwind that first had her stopping in her tracks before darting toward its direction. )

mericlecure: (Misc - chillin cone)


“Okay, so... bitchy ex-girlfriend moment?” Abby spared Rachel a momentary glance before shifting back to the couple murmuring at the counter. “But really? They’re practically fondling each other in public -- the rest of us are trying to eat, and he’s got his hands all over Ms. Tramp Stamp over there. You know she has one? And some stupid teddy bear tattoo at her ankle. Who the hell has a tattoo of a teddy bear, anyway?” She bit down on her plastic spoon in frustration, flexing her jaw as she tried not to glare so obviously as the man’s head ducked closer toward the woman’s ear. “I mean, I know it’s some stupid rebound relationship that’s going to crash and burn, but I’d rather it burn sooner than later.” Abby forced her gaze away as she caught the man’s head duck up, trying to redirect her attention towards her tongue getting all the yogurt off the spoon clamped between her gritted teeth.

Rachel sat in careful silence, glancing over at the couple getting their food to-go as her friend pointedly looked away, noting that the man’s hand had travelled no lower than the woman’s elbow. She opted not to point that out, instead simply nodded in sympathy as she shifted her weight a little and picked at her fruit cup.

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