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Archived Applications / Re: Truman Litchfield | Healer
« on: 24/10/2013 at 05:11 »
Hah, yeah I was actually thinking a lot back and forth on that one. I hope you guys know I've never powerplayed in a single post ever on this site though, so please don't worry about it in the future.. Altered rp response:
It was another busy day at work – just the way Truman liked it. He worked well under pressure. Had this natural ability to keep his head chill. His mind calm. Focused. There was something soothing to all the noise. The sound of feet quickly moving around in haste. People talking. Crying. Laughing. A fine balance between life and death – but luckily it was most of the first kind.
The staff was good, and Truman was damn proud to be a part of it.
He’d been checking up on a patient, and now left the room and entered the busy hallway. Things were good so far. Suddenly a young man – a junior Healer – stood before him. Truman could immediately tell he was stressed out and seemed to have a lot on his mind.
"Here. Here are all the charts - the arms for the Transfig patient seem to be morphing into tentacles, and Healer Wilberforce says we need to operate now but needs a second opinion - the Auror's squad captain is outside demanding to know what's been keeping the treatment and uh - "
With his usual calm demeanor, Truman stood tall by the junior, Archibald, paying close attention to all the information coming out of his mouth at once. He couldn’t help but feel slightly sorry for the young man – it was quite a first day.
"Right. Mr. Merlin's somehow gotten hold of a wand and now the entire psych wing believes in him too - for the love of all that's magical, take this, please!"
Truman acquired the charts. “You’re Archibald, right?” His brown eyes glanced over the papers for a second, before looking back up at the man. Trumanattempted to reach out and place a hand on his shoulder. “Just take a deep breath, alright? We’re the ones who have to keep calm in all this, remember? You can do this.” His voice was composed and reassuring. Keeping eye contact, Truman offered a friendly smile.
“I’ll head over to Wilberforce, and you’ll have a word with Captain Impatient. Just let him know we’re doing what we can, and he’ll have his Auror back in no-time.” As another Healer came walking by, Truman gently grabbed a hold of his arm. “Willniux, you have a minute? Could you head over to the psych wing? I believe Mr. Merlin is causing some trouble. And watch out for that wand of his, will you?”
As Healer Willniux* nodded and left for Mr. Merlin, Truman gave the junior a questioning look. “All good?”
It was another busy day at work – just the way Truman liked it. He worked well under pressure. Had this natural ability to keep his head chill. His mind calm. Focused. There was something soothing to all the noise. The sound of feet quickly moving around in haste. People talking. Crying. Laughing. A fine balance between life and death – but luckily it was most of the first kind.
The staff was good, and Truman was damn proud to be a part of it.
He’d been checking up on a patient, and now left the room and entered the busy hallway. Things were good so far. Suddenly a young man – a junior Healer – stood before him. Truman could immediately tell he was stressed out and seemed to have a lot on his mind.
"Here. Here are all the charts - the arms for the Transfig patient seem to be morphing into tentacles, and Healer Wilberforce says we need to operate now but needs a second opinion - the Auror's squad captain is outside demanding to know what's been keeping the treatment and uh - "
With his usual calm demeanor, Truman stood tall by the junior, Archibald, paying close attention to all the information coming out of his mouth at once. He couldn’t help but feel slightly sorry for the young man – it was quite a first day.
"Right. Mr. Merlin's somehow gotten hold of a wand and now the entire psych wing believes in him too - for the love of all that's magical, take this, please!"
Truman acquired the charts. “You’re Archibald, right?” His brown eyes glanced over the papers for a second, before looking back up at the man. Trumanattempted to reach out and place a hand on his shoulder. “Just take a deep breath, alright? We’re the ones who have to keep calm in all this, remember? You can do this.” His voice was composed and reassuring. Keeping eye contact, Truman offered a friendly smile.
“I’ll head over to Wilberforce, and you’ll have a word with Captain Impatient. Just let him know we’re doing what we can, and he’ll have his Auror back in no-time.” As another Healer came walking by, Truman gently grabbed a hold of his arm. “Willniux, you have a minute? Could you head over to the psych wing? I believe Mr. Merlin is causing some trouble. And watch out for that wand of his, will you?”
As Healer Willniux* nodded and left for Mr. Merlin, Truman gave the junior a questioning look. “All good?”