after awhile {{ren avice/silas everard}}

[SILAS EVERARD]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll3/carriesmatic/2010/BLUEVICTORIANBACKGROUND-1.jpg); border-style: dotted; border-width: 1px; border-color: #FFFFFF, bTable][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #FFFFFF; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: -10px; padding: 5px 30px 1px 5px;]I was just guessing at numbers and figures[/style][style=font-family: harrington; text-align: right; color: #ABA9AA; letting-spacing: 1px; line-height: 5px; padding: 0px 15px 5px 0px;]Pulling your puzzles apart.[/style][style=float: right; width: 270; padding: 10px; height: 310px; overflow: auto; background-color: #C2C2C2; opacity: 0.4; border-style: dotted; border-width: 1px; border-color: #FFFFFF; font: 10px verdana; color: #000000; text-align: justify;] The doctor stood just behind the hospital's wide front desk, a clipboard in one hand and a mug of coffee in the other, his dark blue gaze now and again flicking from the file he found himself examining to the neat, magazine-laden lobby- which was mostly empty at this hour of the morning. Of the handful who had entered, it was clear that none were the new intern he was waiting for- they'd all known exactly what they were doing, having either taken a seat or trotted right past the desk, intent on wherever they were going. No one had needed to stop by the counter to ask for so much as a room number. Absently, he laid the clipboard on the countertop and drew the desk chair out, perching on the edge and crossing his legs. The coffee was precariously balanced on one knee as he settled back, eyes never leaving the door as he brought up a program on the computer, tapped out a few neat lines of text, and waited for the tiny square to churn out of the whirring printer. Ren Avice Intern Read the square of warm paper that the machine coughed up. He could add her picture once she arrived, and then it'd be laminated and become her hospital badge. The few moments' distraction over, he again gazed out at the lobby, hoping to spot a new face. [/style][style=float: left;] [/style]

[atrb=style, height: 80px; overflow: auto; border-style: dotted; border-width: 1px; border-color: #FFFFFF; font-family: verdana; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]TAG,~ ~ ~ LYRIC,~ ~ ~ NOTES,~ ~ ~ CREDIT,made by LUCI of OTE. steal & die. ; Edited by Maeka of Defrauding Fate.

[REN AVICE]

Ren Avice stood in front of the hospital, taking note of the architecture of the building. The DOSE scientists had thought it would be a good idea if she worked at Utopia's hospital. Ren hadn't minded, willing to do whatever the scientists required of her. She had read some books on various illnesses and their cures and found the process intriguing. She turned her blue eyes towards the door and reached for the handle.

Once inside, Ren took her time observing the lobby, a small part of her mind memorizing the layout of the room. A few patients sat quietly in the chairs, reading magazines or focused on other tasks. A man sat at the front desk, gazing around the room. Ren walked towards the man, noticing the clipboard on top of the desk. Hopefully this man would know where she was supposed to go. It would make sense for him to, since he obviously belonged there.

Ren shifted her weight to the balls of her feet in order to lean an elbow on the counter. "Excuse me, but I would like to inquire of you where to go for orientation." In another section of her mind not focused on her task, she wondered what the orientation would be like. She'd probably enjoy her work here, or so she hoped.

[SILAS EVERARD]

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background: url(http://i284.photobucket.com/albums/ll3/carriesmatic/2010/BLUEVICTORIANBACKGROUND-1.jpg); border-style: dotted; border-width: 1px; border-color: #FFFFFF, bTable][style=font-family: courier new; text-align: right; color: #FFFFFF; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: -10px; padding: 5px 30px 1px 5px;]I was just guessing at numbers and figures[/style][style=font-family: harrington; text-align: right; color: #ABA9AA; letting-spacing: 1px; line-height: 5px; padding: 0px 15px 5px 0px;]Pulling your puzzles apart.[/style][style=float: right; width: 270; padding: 10px; height: 310px; overflow: auto; background-color: #C2C2C2; opacity: 0.4; border-style: dotted; border-width: 1px; border-color: #FFFFFF; font: 10px verdana; color: #000000; text-align: justify;] His renewed search of the lobby did indeed yield a new arrival. A young blonde girl had made her way up to the front desk and was now standing before it, gazing up at him expectantly. When she finally spoke, her words were clipped, precise, formal-- and exactly what he'd been waiting for. "Ah. Right here. I've volunteered to be the one to show you around." He unlocked a nearby desk drawer and dug into it, rifling around among staplers, pens, and rubber bands for a few moments before he found a slightly-battered camera. "But first-" Long, pale fingers fumbled across the desktop in search of the thin paper square that would become her badge for a few moments before he finally found it, holding it up for her inspection. "If you'd let me take your picture for this." [/style][style=float: left;] [/style]

[atrb=style, height: 80px; overflow: auto; border-style: dotted; border-width: 1px; border-color: #FFFFFF; font-family: verdana; color: #FFFFFF; text-align: justify; padding: 5px;]TAG,~ ~ ~ LYRIC,~ ~ ~ NOTES,~ ~ ~ CREDIT,made by LUCI of OTE. steal & die. ; Edited by Maeka of Defrauding Fate.

[REN AVICE]

Ren blinked at the man as he declared that he would be the one to show her around. She didn't have a problem with it, but she had expected her orientation to be in a large group setting. She supposed it was better for it to be one on one, in order for her to get all of her questions answered and a more detailed tour of the hospital.
She watched patiently as the doctor rooted through a drawer looking for something. It didn't appear to be in any type of order and Ren distantly wondered how he knew where the object he desired was. She decided not to voice her question and waited for him to finish instead.
She was tempted to raise an eyebrow at the camera that was produced. Her question was answered when the doctor displayed a card shaped paper with her name on it. For identification purposes then; really, she should have expected that some sort of security measure would be taken.
"Seeing as it is necessary for the job, it's not much of a question, is it?" Regardless of her answer, she nodded anyway, fully prepared to do whatever was necessary for the job. "As you already know who I am, I suppose it would be polite for me to inquire your name as well."