Anakoni Stark

Are we talking as in telepathy or something completely different?

in the show; you may recall that River was mentally unstable, didn't talk much to the crew and only opened up to her brother which was caused by the experimentation the aliance had done to her when she was younger. The trade off to the crew being that River was one hell of a fighter. I decided to go the same route with Greenwood. They gave her eyes back, but in order to do that they messed with her brain (see: removing a quater of it against her will) So she's now she's fallen off her rocker and won't say much to the other two (quick speech to them, short sentences, mostly coherent) but she'll still open up to Ali, since he seems to be the only constant in her life, before it was changed for the worse. The trade off for her though is her senses are hightened further (but not too rediculously high) and she now has an almost eidetic memory. Although over time, she'll learn that Chris and Dahilia are there to help her and she will open up to them as well, just not as much as she does with Ali.

[font=times new roman, times, serif][i]I was jogging along the beach after my sparring with my trainerâ?¦ I think heâ??s attracted to me or something, donâ??t really mind it though; just minding my own business when a familiar voice makes a slight auditory dent from the music which had me focused on my workout. [/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]ALI! HEY![/b]â? The bubbly voice sounded slightly muted as I stopped my run, ripped out my earbuds and looked down toward the source of the sound. I smiled as I noticed Miss Greenwood sitting on the sand with her attention transfixed on the sound of the waves slowly making their way to the shore. I take a seat next to her, my unwinding from the workout can wait plus I havenâ??t seen her since the semester ended in May; so why the hell not?[/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]I thought Iâ??d be able to find you hereâ?¦[/b]â? The brunette mused as she entwined her hand with mine. â??[b]How so, if you donâ??t mind me asking?[/b]â? My attention begins to shift toward the orange sunset and the galvanised blue that the Atlantic is starting to take with the early signs of the evening. [/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]Yâ??know, the Armani you wear all the time really lingers on you. Even through your sweaty workouts.[/b]â? Greenwood answered with that bubbly laugh as I cautiously sniff myself, wondering if it really does. She rests her head on my shoulder and sighs contentedly; Stacey doesnâ??t want to leave this moment and I donâ??t think I want to either. â??[b]So howâ??s work been going for you, Ali? Any fun stories about the bad guys?[/b]â? She inquires with a natural sense of curiosity. Stacey loves hearing about my line of work, especially when I get into interrogations with the suspects. [/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]Nothing as interesting as the couple who posed as another coupleâ??s kids to scrape their houseboat dry by burning it to the bottom of the seaâ?¦.[/b]â? Stacey whines jovially as I clear my throat, she knows somethingâ??s up though.[/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]I sense thereâ??s another interestingly tantalising bit you want to share with me, docâ?¦[/b]â? â??[b]Are you sure you wonâ??t get bored?[/b]â? I ask sincerely, donâ??t want to ruin the moment of almost perfect solitude here with another science fuelled lecture. â??[b]I highly doubt it, doctorâ?¦ Plus the way your sweat mixes with the cologne is actually somewhat appealing to me.[/b]â? I wince at her observation as I began telling her about some sort of particularly interesting viral strain I noticed in some of my latest cadavers. â??[b]Youâ??re kind of cute when you babble about science, doctor.[/b]â? Stacey tells me as I put my left arm around her and pull the young woman in closer to me. We both find ourselves engulfed in a perfect ambiance while the sun sinks behind the horizon, thatâ??s when my friend decides to break the silence.[/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]Ali, thereâ??s something I have to tell youâ?¦[/b]â? Stacey begins, thereâ??s a bit of hesitance in her voice. â??[b]What is it, mi conejo?[/b]â? I reassure her that there isnâ??t anything that would possibly drive me nuts that she could come up with. [/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]Iâ??m going to be leaving Miami, tomorrowâ?¦ For medical reasons.[/b]â? Her voice is confident now as she wraps me into an awkward embrace.[/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i] â??[b]The heatâ??s getting to you or something? Is it allergies? I can write you a prescri---[/b]â? Iâ??m cut off as she begins again.[/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]Iâ??m going to get my sight back, doctor.[/b]â? She smiles and the anticipation builds within her voice. â??[b]Thatâ??s great, but why are you going home? We could get you scheduled here; I mean what about sc---[/b]â?[/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]It just seems like home is the place for me when Iâ??m going to go through with thisâ?¦ I think.[/b]â? She unwraps herself and stands up, holding a hand out for me this time as I spring up from the sand. â??[b]Then why tell me? [/b][/i][b][i]¿[/i][/b][b][i]Usted tiene familia allí, verdad?[/i][/b][i]â? I inquire, slightly confused, while she takes my hand again and begins to walk, I reluctantly follow her. [/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]Not quite, doctorâ?¦ My grandfather is just so busy with running his store that I donâ??t want to become a burden on his popular antiquities businessâ?¦ I was wondering, could you come with me instead? Becauseâ?¦. Umâ?¦[/b]â? Her nerves return once more as she tries to find the right thing to say.[/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]Of course. Cualquier para ti. Mi conejito.[/b]â? I reassure her as she pulls me in for the tightest hug sheâ??s ever given, while the tears begin running down her face.[/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]Alejandro felt that strong hug from his friend once again as the two held onto each other for a bit of time when Dahlia tapped the doctor on the shoulder; signalling that the bonding would have to wait as the nurse wanted to begin her preliminary check on the brunette for any signs of injury. Although when the two separated from the embrace, Santiago could feel something wrong with his friend. Like she had returned but she just wasnâ??t as he had left her in May.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]â??[b][i]DONâ??Tâ?¦ TOUCHâ?¦ ME!!!![/i][/b]â? Greenwood screamed at the blonde which caught the attention of Chris as he swung the door shut, out of fear of being heard from the Infected.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]â??[b][i]Doc, whatâ??s your friendâ??s problem?![/i][/b]â? The barkeep wondered as he walked up to the three of them, while Stacey yelped and scurried to the back of the room. â??[b][i]No sé, Chrisâ?¦[/i][/b]â? Ali answered as he holstered his pistol, pulled out his flashlight, turned it on and slowly made his way to the scared brunette. â??[b][i]Stacey, itâ??s okayâ?¦ Theyâ??re with me. Theyâ??re myâ?¦[/i][/b]â? Santiago looked back at the two with a bit of warmth. â??[b][i]â?¦ Friends.[/i][/b]â? His light shined into the young womanâ??s eyes and to his surprise the pupils contracted before she put her hands up to protect herself from the florescent beam.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]â??[b][i]Iâ??ll be dammedâ?¦ It worked.[/i][/b]â? Alejandro chuckled to himself as Stacey made her way into the doctorâ??s arms once again, she sighed comfortably as the doctor slowly worked out of his friendâ??s grip and his assistant tried to begin her check again on their survivor. Stacey whimpered and trembled as Dahlia cautiously began checking for bruises and other injuries.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]â??[b][i]So whatâ??s the news, Ali? Can we get her out of hereâ?¦? Possibly without pissing that other woman off again?[/i][/b]â? Chris asked Santiago as the Latino put down the picture frame on her nightstand. It was the two of them, spending time at Santiagoâ??s family owned bar, the smiles on their faces just haunted him. The doctor also noticed an MRI scan on a light up board in her room, which really caught his attention. He ripped the film from the board and began analysing it out loud.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]â??[b][i]Que la corteza no ir allíâ?¦ Ã?ste se ha rotoâ?¦ Este de aquí, se ha cortadoâ?¦ Más de una vez?[/i][/b]â? Alejandro was pointing a certain bits of her brain which looked frayed. â??[b][i]¿De dónde va esto?[/i][/b]â? He made a circling motion with his flashlight at the bottom of the grey matter; the other two noticed a change in the doctorâ??s voice.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]â??[b][i]What is it doctor?[/i][/b]â? Dahlia asked as Stacey ran back to Alejandroâ??s side. â??[b][i]Yeah, what is it boss?[/i][/b]â? Chris chimed in as he made his way to the door.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]â??[b][i]Thereâ??s something wrong with this placeâ?¦[/i][/b]â? Alejandro began as he looked into Staceyâ??s eyes. â??[b][i]A map. I saw one. I can help. We can leave, Ali. We can leave.[/i][/b]â? Stacey spoke up, but her voice was more withdrawn, almost a whisper. She took Alejandroâ??s hand in hers and held tightly with a smile on her face.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]â??[b][i]They gave you your sight back, Staceyâ?¦ But why did they take a quarter of your grey matter?[/i][/b]â? Santiago wondered as Chris opened the door preparing to head back into the unknown.[/font]

Initally I wanted Greenwood to have the surgery sucessfully finished [b][i]just as the attack began[/i][/b] but now that I think about it; maybe it's better to keep her without her sight. I mean it would be a bit interesting to have a secondary character who isn't normal, in a sense, right? [s]At this point I'm severely divided as to if she should be able to see or if her operation had been stuck in limbo. What do you guys think?[/s] [s]EDIT: I've got this figured out.[/s] [b][i]EDIT:[/i][/b] It's done. Watching Firefly in the dead of night, really helped out. (If you've watch the show, think about the character River Tam.)

[quote name='Inuyasha Fandom' timestamp='1336947359' post='711737'] I personally have no problems with that, and as for speaking Spanish, I based Christopher off of myself. I can speak some Spanish, though not enough to hold a casual conversation. EDIT: No, Excel, she's not a witch. She hasn't had any contact with the Infected, so she's fine, just hiding out in her room. though that's not to say that one isn't lurking around... Also, Anakoni, was Stacey able to have her surgery before the Infection hit? [/quote] [s]Maybe[/s] Greenwood did, [s]maybe Greenwood didnt.[/s] Although now that we bring the witch point up, I can work with that a little bit, on a related sidenote: are we dealing with the witch from the first game or the sequel? (i.e. does she wander, etc)

[font=times new roman, times, serif]Well, school ends this week and I got an invite to a party at The Cosmopolitan, this should be interesting... I've only been there once.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]Hopefully it'll be better than the party we had at the Luxor, the whole Eygpt thing got old quickly.Caesar's, I get dragged to the Forums every weekend; I could go on about the rest of the strip but eh.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]That's basically what the strip turns into after living here for quite sometime. Just eh.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]Although I think City Centre might have the whole hip thing lying underneath the shiny exterior, I mean the Vdara turns into a [url="http://www.lvrj.com/news/vdara-visitor---death-ray--scorched-hair-103777559.html"]giant magnifying glass of death[/url] every summer, that doesn't scream [b][i]hippie [/i][/b]but it just whispers it.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]Just one more test and I'm done. Then the partying can begin.[/font]

[font=times new roman, times, serif]Beth Carlton walked alongside of Stacey Greenwood as the two of them were shooting the breeze once again. â??[b][i]But the socially awkward girl gets both the vampire and the werewolf, and they duke it out in order to take the maidenâ??s hand in marriage; which would be exciting for humans like us, because vampires and werewolves areâ?¦[/i][/b]â? Carlton was going on about her favourite series of romantic novels that had almost every cliché in the book and writing that proved to be atrocious to many with in the old world science fiction and fantasy genres.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]I think contracting lycanthropy or porphyric haemophilia have overstayed their welcome, right?[/i][/b]â? Greenwood interjected with a bit of sarcastic agitation; the brunette was growing tired of hearing the same thing from her dark haired middle aged nurse almost everyday since she had arrived for the surgery, in fact she was becoming weary of almost everything in this town to the point where she wished that she stayed in Miami to have the life changing operation done instead of coming home to what little family she had left. The nurse fell silent and felt stupid for realising she had repeated herself again for the umpteenth time; it was the moment for them to change the subject since Carlton did not know much about her patient.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]So I hear you have family here, Miss Greenwood?[/i][/b]â? The older woman began as they continued down the hall; she began checking to see if the doors were properly closed for the night, almost all of the patients except for hers began hearing about the green flu and it was Carltonâ??s duty to make sure that one of the busiest spots in the small town was protected from the attack as much as possible. â??[b][i]My grandfather owns a store here, maybe youâ??ve heard of Greenwood Antiquities?[/i][/b]â? Stacey sighed at the mention of her familyâ??s store; she knew she was next in line to inherit it when her grandfather passed away. She loathed working there, stuck behind a register dealing with the older crowd and the history nerds from the local high schools and outlets of Illinois Central College, most of them men, who probably fantasised about the cute girl behind the register. When in reality Stacey wanted to spend more time at her favourite bar in a city in Florida with her closest friend.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]Yes, Greenwood Antiquities! My friends and I love it there; we could spend all day in that shop going over theâ?¦[/i][/b]â? Beth noticed the despondence in the blind womanâ??s body language and decided to change up the subject again to prevent from becoming another predictable person in the small town. â??[b][i]Iâ??ve also noticed in the last couple of days, a taller, dark gentleman leaving your room. Heâ??s a friend of yours?[/i][/b]â? She began with more curiosity, since they didnâ??t get many out of state visitors, especially one who was quite good looking.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]Oh. Ali. The doctorâ?¦[/i][/b]â? Stacey smiled at the thought of him, she knew that one person in the world really cared about her. â??[b][i]He and I go back a year, heâ??s an amazing guy really. Heâ??s funny, smart, a bit hard to get sometimes, loves helping peopleâ?¦[/i][/b]â? Greenwood was enthralled with him once again, just the mere mention of him made her think she had been witness to a modern day mythical superhero of sorts.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]â?¦And heâ??s really cute! AND HE HAS AN ACCENT![/i][/b]â? A girlish squeal came from Beth as the two slowed their walk down to a crawl; they were both captivated by the doctor, one was more into the personality while the other was more into his looks. Stacey laughed airily; she was attracted to him physically as well. She had more than just one accidental run in with his muscular body while they hung out poolside at Skybar, but she tried her best not to show her attraction to anyone.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]I wonder, does he think the same way about me?[/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]We bumped into each other in this hallway right here, a few days agoâ?¦ And he said to me: Oh dios, lo seento seniorrritaâ?¦ And he was dressed like he was out to party; Aliâ??s quite the man, Stacey![/i][/b]â? Beth swooned as she rolled her Rs as hard as she could; the nurse envisioned a romantic candle lit dinner with the stranger while Stacey pictured the two of them with their bodies close moving in time with the electronic dance music, Greenwood began to give into her deeper desires and it made her really appreciate the visits Alejandro had with her. â??[b][i]Heâ??s a doctor too, yâ??knowâ?¦? Aâ?¦ surgeon.[/i][/b]â? Greenwood was fuelling their swoon session even more by painting him in a better light. â??[b][i]Ohâ?¦ Iâ??d let him play operation with me anytimeâ?¦[/i][/b]â? The brunette mused almost absentmindedly and the older nurse sighed in agreement with her. The two laughed at the thought of their newest suitor, and for once during her return to a place she called home, Stacey felt a slight sense of belonging.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] Their bonding moment was suddenly interrupted by what Greenwood considers a blur; she heard deranged screaming and rapid footfalls closing in on them as she was pushed into her room and the door slammed shut. The sounds outside her door were unbearable; she ran to the other end of the room, grabbed her iPhone off the nightstand and commanded that Siri dial her favourite doctor. The line rang for one second and she could hear Alejandro on the other end.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]â??[b][i]This is Santiago.[/i][/b]â?[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]Sir, you arenâ??t allowed into the hospital.[/i][/b]â? The slightly older staff sergeant stopped the party of three before the main door leading into the rest of the complex. â??[b][i]My name is Doctor Alejandro Santiago, and this is my assistant Dahlia Severest, that wonderful young man is Chrisâ?¦ Heâ??s theâ?¦ Eh, contratado ayudaâ?¦[/i][/b]â? He introduced himself and his new friends to the two unwavering guards as he held up the police badge around his neck. â??[b][i]Weâ??re heading up there, I heard from your friend plugged into the matrix over there thatâ?¦ Someoneâ?¦ is still alive and she needs our help.[/i][/b]â? [/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]Iâ??m sorry doctor, the sitrep says itâ??s---[/i][/b]â? The staff sergeant began again, but Aliâ??s emotions took a hold of his logic. â??[b][i]I donâ??t give a s--- about the goddamned sitrep! There is a woman along with however many are trapped in there AND THEY NEED OUR ASSISTANCE! NOW, DO I REALLY HAVE TO GET YOUR COMMANDING OFFICER IN HERE?! I MEAN I WI---![/i][/b]â? [/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]Iâ??m sorry, sirâ?¦ I mean Doctor Santiago. G-Go r-r-right on in, sir.[/i][/b]â? The two men guarding the door hesitantly lowered their firearms and opened the doors while the rest of the lobby turned their attention to see what had gotten the Latino fired up, while the three made their way into the dimly lit unknown, Alejandro turned around to face the scared audience.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]It was nothing people! Donâ??t worry about it, just stay calm and volver al trabajo, no hay nada que ver aquí![/i][/b]â? He reassured them with a goofy grin as the doors closed.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]Well, doctor. It seems like you know how to make an entranceâ?¦[/i][/b]â? Dahlia mused as Alejandro handed her one of the pistols that he managed to scrape from one of the dead police officers he came across on his way to the hospital. Chris chuckled and nodded in agreement with the blonde.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]You must be one hell of a man to party with if you dress like that, is that Bacardi and Coke I smell on your breath doctor?[/i][/b]â?The red haired young man wondered aloud as he undid the safety of his pistol.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]You both seem like an interesting pair, lo que este debe ser divertido.[/i][/b]â? The doctor mused as they began their ascent into the diseased riddled asylum. Alejandro made his way the front of the group and looked at his two friends, the thought of the only person who mattered to him snapped into his mind for a splitsecond and a smile formed on his face.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][font=times new roman, times, serif] [/font]"[b][i]The two of you don't mind if I take point on this one, I hope?[/i][/b]" He asked as the doctor pulled a small flashlight from another coat pocket.[/font]

[font=times new roman, times, serif]I don't know what I'm going to do with Ms. Greenwood just yet... But I'm sure I'll have something in store for her.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]Unrelated note: [s]Is it just me or does everyone on the team know Spanish?[/s] [spoiler]Especially at his level, Ali's a(lmost) purebred hailing from España, so he's got an accent[/spoiler]</cue swooning> [spoiler]plus he'll also have a terrible tendency to speak his native tongue quite a bit. [/spoiler][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][size=1]I might have answered my own question.... I think.[/size][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]but feel free to answer this one anyway.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]Also this is my first shot at writing from his point of view, initally I wanted to keep him out but I decided to let him come through in the flashback. What do you guys think, should he narrate more often or...?[/font]

[font=times new roman, times, serif][i]I remember meeting her for the first time, last November at University Of Miami. My second day as the semester substitute in a psychology course; I was so caught up in writing out the notes for my two chapter slideshow presentation for the lectureâ?¦ I didnâ??t notice the thick oak door open and close. The lock snaps shut and the sound of flats clicking against the tile draw my eyes away from the computer screen for a split second, I pay it no mind and go back to furiously writing my notes on the two topics on hand. What catches me off guard is the sound of the person running into a desk. I look up again to see a slim brunette with blue grey eyes, maybe a bit taller than five and a half feet; her tight Hollister clothing accentuate her well endowed chest and almost hourglass figure. She begins to reach out in front of her, hands flailing slightly as they fall to her sides and she measures the wood table top with her fingertips running along to the back of the seat. Sheâ??s blindâ?¦ I thought, out of my curiosity I summon the class roster, took a glance and began making my way over to help her into the seat. [/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]Senorita Greenwoodâ?¦ I presume?[/b]â? I ask while taking her hand and helping her into the chair. She smiles, warmly accepting my aid by tightening her grip slightly. â??[b]You must be the new prof my friends told me aboutâ?¦[/b]â? The young woman mused while she begins unpacking her laptop; I took the opportunity to pull up my lecturing stool in front of her desk. â??[b]Mister Santiago, right?[/b]â? Her voice is somewhat bubbly and cheerful, I canâ??t help but smile. [/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]Doctor Alejandro Santiago, Ph.D, just your average forensic scientist and coronerâ?¦Senorita.[/b]â? I formally introduce myself to her; she laughs and takes my hand. â??[b]Wellâ?¦ Doctor Santiago, you can call me Stacey.[/b]â? The intonation in her voice changes to a slightly higher pitch. It seems like she wants to find a new friend, thereâ??s something about this young woman that reminds me of someone I used to knowâ?¦ I just canâ??t seem to put my finger on it! I glance at the clock and thereâ??s still half an hour before the course begins; my attention shifts to the rest of the roomâ?¦ To my surprise, weâ??re the only two in the room. I guess it wouldnâ??t hurt to get to know her a bit better, I can just lecture on the fly, I wind up doing it all the time and they get it.[/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]Right?[/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]Stacey, what brings you here?[/b]â? I begin as she closes her laptop and puts it back into her bag, I think sheâ??s trying to familiarise herself with me while her hands run through mine. â??[b]Oh, I just thought that I needed this for just General Edâ?¦ But from what youâ??ve told me so farâ?¦ Like how worn your hands are, you love your work. The scent of cologne on you is one of those really expensive brands, so you are dignified. A bit, but it isnâ??t an obnoxious brand so it might mean youâ??re more about fact rather than aesthetic. Though, the slight sting of alcohol coming from your breath might signify that you have issues with a lot of peopleâ?¦Possibly because you work against crooks and help the dead?[/b]â? How does she know that much about me already?! This is not natural, and a slight uncanny but then again I apprehend that she canâ??t see so her remaining senses are quite heightened. [/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]It seems like youâ??ve done more studying in the realms of social psych, working on your schema of me.[/b]â? I remark, the clock still reads that Iâ??ve ample time to finish what needs to be done. As I begin to get back to the computer, her grip on my hands tighten even more and Iâ??m compiled to sit back down. â??[b]So, Alejandro. What brings you here?[/b]â? The brunette questioned, I chuckled as I turned to face her. â??[b]Wellâ?¦ Patrick Newton, the original professor who was supposed to be teaching this course, decided to take sabbatical this semester but he didnâ??t want to leave his newest batch of promising students to the hands of the unknown, so he called me in as a favour. Iâ??ve studied psychology in tandem while I was working as part of Miamiâ??s finest, so I know about how classical conditioning turns people into creatures of habit or how the body uses sensation and perception to make sense of how you possibly view me as an immediate friendâ?¦ My touch to you could possibly be warm, which means that I can be a caring person and caring is a sign of friendship, most of the time, right?[/b]â? I answer; she laughs again and smiles while I go back to finishing my lecture notes. [/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]â??[b]Youâ??re good, doctor. I think Iâ??m going to have a great time in this class.[/b]â? Stacey replies as I look up and chuckle a bit. â??[b]Mi amiga, you donâ??t have to be so formal with me all time. Puede llamarme Ali.[/b]â? I assure her. That was the start of something new. That was the start of someone worth fighting for.[/i][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]Alejandro snapped back to reality as he found himself running, soaked to the bone toward his target. [i]Finally, some good news.[/i] He thought as he glanced back to see that he had put some considerable distance between the horde and himself. Santiago didnâ??t relish in the relief for long since he knew this would be that one specific nightmare he couldnâ??t wake up from. He looked forward again to see that he was closing in on the entrance of the hospital. Many men in uniform stood in a line blocking the door, their rifles raised and ready to turn Alejandro into Swiss cheese.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]â??[b][i]¡Espera un momento! ¡No disparen! Iâ??M ONE OF YOU GUYS![/i][/b][i]â? [/i]The doctor yelled as he slowed his sprint to a jog in front of the door. The riflemen lowered their guns as one of them stepped forward. Ali recognised the uniforms they were wearing and took note of the patch on the manâ??s shoulder that went to interrogate him. â??[b][i]Your badge, kid. Youâ??re not from around here, are ya?[/i][/b][i]â? [/i]The older man questioned the 26 year old. â??[b][i]No Master Sergeantâ?¦[/i][/b]â? Alejandro saluted, while the older man saluted back. It was Santiagoâ??s reflex, a majority of his family were in the military and he was always told by his parents to salute a higher ranking officer no matter what branch, even though he was just a civilian as a sign of respect.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]â??[b][i]Iâ??m a doctor from Miami, sir. Puedo ayudar a estas personas. If I could get in and start an autopsy on some of the fallen, sirâ?¦[/i][/b]â? Alejandro was calm and collected to prove that he wasnâ??t like the crazies that the firing squad were picking off all day, the master sergeant looked hard into Santiagoâ??s eyes and nodded. â??[b][i]Youâ??ll find some of the nurses and orderlies on the ground floor, son. Canâ??t go up too far though, those bastards have us rooted down deep.[/i][/b][i]â? [/i]The older man replied and saluted while Santiago thanked him and saluted back while he made his way inside. Once in he saw the utter disarray the hospital was in and oddly enough, he felt quite at home. Alejandro yelled a few orders to some of the nurses who were standing around a few water coolers.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]â??[b][i]Iâ??ve got a man with a broken arm in that chair, get started on a cast, someone![/i][/b]â? â??[b][i]A woman is going into cardiac arrest; I NEED A CART DOWN HERE, NOW![/i][/b]â? â??[b][i]Will someone show this sedated man to the restroom? Heâ??s havingâ?¦ Problems with his...![/i][/b]â?[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]After he made his way through the busy main entrance and stepping over the sedated man who made a mess of himself, Alejandro noticed a red haired, hazel eyed young man, who looked like he was running the bar before the attack standing next to a slightly older blonde who looked like a pinup model from one of his friendsâ?? magazines.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]â??[b][i]You two look like you know this place better than I doâ?¦ ¿Alguno de ustedes ha visto una alta morena con los ojos grises?[/i][/b]â? Alejandro asked, but they both slowly shook their heads, since they had no clue what he really said. Santiago pulled the photo from his jacket pocket, which remained dry even after running through the sheets of cold rain. â??[b][i]This young girl, sheâ??s my friend. ¿La has visto?[/i][/b]â?[/font]

[img]http://i308.photobucket.com/albums/kk326/T_Stark/0503121148_0001.jpg[/img] [font=times new roman, times, serif][b][i][i][b]I thought I didnâ??t qualify. I was considered, what was itâ?¦? Volitle, self centred and I donâ??t play well with others.[/b][/i][/i][/b][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]As of 03May2012[/i][/font]

[font=times new roman, times, serif]The last line of the latest post left me slightly confused... Is it a pipe bomb or a car horn? OR a car full of pipe bombs rigged to explode once the car reached a specific distance?[/font]

[font=times new roman, times, serif]I love this place, I really do. You guys have gotten me back into my writing mood which is [url="http://www.otakuboards.com/index.php?/topic/45324-left-4-dead-breaking-point/page__pid__711648#entry711648"]something[/url] I've been longing for since last winter.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]And for that, I thank you. :][/font]

[font=times new roman, times, serif]The doctor could feel the cold air that came with the storm permeating its way through the cheap window of the motel as he woke up to a gloomy Monday morning. [i]This has to be the worst place on the planet.[/i] Alejandro thought to himself as he sat up and instinctively reached for the glass half filled with rum and coke. He nursed it as he turned on the television.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??â?¦[b][i]Weâ??re getting reports of rather nasty weather which has led some people to get quite violent.[/i][/b]â? The newscaster reported as the thunder clapped and rattled the windowpane; Santiago shrugged it off as he finished the morning dose of poison and began getting dressed. He whistled a tune he had heard while clubbing the night away back home in South Beach while checking himself out in the mirror. The Latino was decked out in the average fair of dark semi casual clothing as he pulled on his Chucks smelling of expensive cologne and the finest rum on his breath; thatâ??s when his eyes fell onto the photo of his friend, which reminded him why he was here in the first place. Stacey Greenwood, the 22 year old university student who confidently managed to stride past her peers in her studies. Her grey blue eyes, slim figure topped with brunette hair and a smile that would put Athena to shame. Yet deep down, she struggled with her disability. She hated having to ask her grandfather to chaperone her around the small town, she could feel the other locals glaring at her all the time and she couldnâ??t live with it.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]Por eso que estoy aquí, mi amiga. At least youâ??ve got someone whoâ??s got your back.[/i][/b]â? Alejandro said as he took the photo from the mirror and placed it into his jacket. He was on his way out when he heard an almost bloodcurdling scream come from the patio area of the cheap motel he had crashed out at for almost a month now. He unconsciously reached for his gun which he left, fully assembled, underneath the dinning table and threw his badge on around his neck. He ripped the door off the hinges and began making sweeps down the patio area.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]Miami-Dade police, is everything alright?![/i][/b]â? Santiago hollered, but in the back of his mind he felt a bit awkward, since he had no jurisdiction outside of his hometown. Alejandro made his way to the source of the scream, but what he saw before him imbued a state of disbelief upon his conscious. It was a man eating a woman; the perpetrator had dug through the victimâ??s abdominal cavity and was working into the womanâ??s intestine when the cannibal noticed the police officer with an abashed look upon his face. [i]Wellâ?¦ Thatâ??s definitely new, never heard of human as a local delicacyâ?¦ [/i]Santiago thought as he cleared his throat to speak. â??[b][i]Sir, that woman is obviously injured let me hel---[/i][/b]â?? Ali couldnâ??t finish his statement as the crazed man lunged at him, the doctor backed away, and pulled the trigger.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] With a crack that was almost drowned out by another thunderclap, the deranged man fell to the ground with a bullet between the eyes. [i]Did I justâ?¦ ¿Qué demonios he hecho? [/i]The doctor panicked as his inner scientist wanted to stay and begin an autopsy on his victim and the victim of his victim but his mind snapped when he heard more howling that wasnâ??t the neighbourhood dogs. [i]Miss Greenwood. Sheâ??s my main concern right now.[/i] Alejandro thought as he began running away from his crime scene and out of range of the motel, his mobile phone began to ring and he picked up almost immediately.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif] â??[b][i]This is Santiago.[/i][/b]â? Alejandro began as he heard chaos on the other end of the line, when a familiar voice broke through the frenzied alarm of madness. â??[b][i]Ali! My grandfather isnâ??t picking up the phone and I can hear them outside, itâ??s getting louder. Iâ??mâ?¦ Help me. Please.[/i][/b]â? It was his only friend in the middle of nowhere and she was terrified. â??[b][i]Stacey, itâ??s alright, voy a por ti. Stay in your room and lock the door.[/i][/b]â? Alejandro commanded as he looked behind him while hanging up his phone, there was a hoarde slowly forming behind him as a rush of adrenaline flooded his veins and the Latino began to run faster through the pouring torrents.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][i]Yep, this is [b]definitely [/b]the worst place on Earth. [/i][/font]

[font=times new roman, times, serif]Protip: Avoid attempts to establish romantic relations with someone in your research group, when it turns out they are very close minded.[/font]

[font=times new roman, times, serif][b][i]Name[/i][/b]: Doctor Alejandro "Ali" Santiago [b][i]Age[/i][/b]: 26 [b][i]Occupation:[/i][/b] A forensic medical examiner and psychologist hailing from Miami on a visiting experimental operation for his blind friend, Stacey Greenwood, at OSF St. Francis [b][i]Personality:[/i][/b] Almost everything from Ali's mouth is dripping in sarcasm, yet he is very calm even while in the midst of the chaos found in most emergency rooms. Due to his intellect, he was rediculed in school which lead into trust issues into his adulthood. To most he is cold and calculating; but to those he cares about, he opens up just enough to keep his friends happy and his blood running. He also has a very bad tendency to forget English and can sometimes carry entire conversarions or even autopsies in Spanish. [b][i]Appearance:[/i][/b] Santiago stands at six feet and three inches, weighing in at 180 pounds of lean athletic musculature with green eyes and olive skin. What he wears doesn't scream doctor; most people notice his odd combination of sport blazer and black jeans, complimented with black Chuck Taylors.[/font]

[font=times new roman, times, serif]Pulled an all nighter last night, finishing up my mix of that new Perry tune Part Of Me. It worked out so well that I've decided to rebuild it again, I need to get started on my theatre paper though... Running on a Red Bull fauxtail, and it really should get me through this quick paper but it's quite warm in my office so writing a paper will just have to wait until nightfall. In meantime I think hitting the gym while wired on this fauxtail sounds like a pleasant idea.[/font]

[quote name='Silver Mech' timestamp='1334757396' post='711494'] At least it's not hitting Venus status high notes. Venus would melt your skin. [/quote] [font=times new roman, times, serif]I meant [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fJ9rUzIMcZQ"][b][i]this [/i][/b][/url]kind of Mercury...[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]And now the song is going to be stuck in my head all day. -___-'[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]I could probably use this to throw Jeff off his game, I mean if I'm going to suffer, misery loves company doesnt it?[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]While on the tangent of skin melting, pretty sure it would take a lot of listening to Amon Tobin's works. It's just so out there but it's so hypnotisingly good.[/font]

[font=times new roman, times, serif]So yesterday, I decided to call my friend (who spends a good majority of his time as a personal trainer) and I told him that I needed to get back into shape for the summer season.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]Yesterday, it felt like he drenched my muscles with gasoline and lit the match. Today, on top of that it feels like my tendons are hitting Mercury status high notes.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]On the brightside: only five weeks of school left.[/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]But for now. I'm just glad that he lets me sleep. [/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]Two down, sixty three days to go.[/font]

[font=times new roman, times, serif]The cold April storms, rampaging through the city... They seem to (strangely) compliment the electro I'm [url="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJlA3Fn868w"]listening to at the moment.[/url] [/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif]Also very calming to hear the torrents of rain battering against my office roof. I know Summer will be here soon, but can't the malevolent wet weather stay for just a bit longer?[/font]

[font=times new roman, times, serif][size=2][size=3]Been listening to the SSX Original Soundtrack for almost three weeks straight, great stuff. Also I've found myself in another state of creative limbo...[/size][/size][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][size=2][size=3]I begin writting something (outside of acadamia) then I run into some sort of mental blockage and stop writting, then my brain keeps going but my body is just too slow to keep up with the demand, which causes me to stare at the monitor in conflict, and the cycle repeats itself.[/size][/size][/font] [font=times new roman, times, serif][size=2][size=3]Rather irritating, really...[/size][/size][/font]