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Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2013 13:48:47 GMT -8
"Well, what happened h-happened, not much we can do about i-it now. Not like thinking b-back on it will change anything," she responded. Really, the other shouldn't be so hung up on the fact he didn't see the glass. Sure, if he did see it, they wouldn't be in this situation, but worse things could have happen. For example, she could have fell forward and both of them landed in the glass shards.
She hissed slightly when he began to pick glass from one of her feet, nearly jerking the foot back entirely. She lowered it and allowed him to resume, wincing every now and then. Ah, well, maybe it was a good thing she didn't walk. She nearly did the same when he moved onto the other. At least her instinct was to withdraw, rather than fling out. That might have been bad...
She didn't know she got lost in the silence until he spoke. "Hm? O-Oh, thanks..." she said, seeing him move the bowl away and get the bandages. She waited patiently as he changed his sitting position and began to take it out of the package. "Yeah, I...I work here," she answered. It wasn't as if she could lie about that, since he probably figured as much with the broken champagne bottles. She didn't go into much detail about what she did, she never did when asked this question. If it was on the street, she would have replied that she was either unemployed or volunteered at one of the museums.
Not wanting to end up talking more about the subject, she attempted to change the topic. "So, how long have y-you lived in London?" she asked. Most people she has met have been there longer than her, and she guessed that the other probably has been as well. It was the first question she could think of that didn't involve her job.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2013 1:57:22 GMT -8
| “Five years.” Marko answered, unravelling the bandage into a neat bundle. “Six, this summer. Came as soon as I left med school, pretty much.” Truth be told, it didn't feel like six years, to him... Maybe one or two, at most. “I did the graveyard shift for my internship as soon as I got here and once that was over, well...” He trailed off, as he usually would when reaching this point in general conversations about his life in London, relating to his occupation. “...I'm kind of more of a medical researcher, nowadays... Chemicals and test tubes, that sorta thing.” He wasn't lying, but as usual, he hoped that description would be enough for her not to ask any questions about his job... Although, given that she hardly believed him on being a doctor, at first, he very much doubted she'd believe him if he suddenly came out with 'oh, I happen to work for MI6 under the Q division – I create field medicine for the secret service and patch up agents when they get their asses dragged about all over the place by various bad guys'. Of course, the way he put it in his head still sounded more thrilling than it actually was; on a day-to-day basis, his primary function at the lab seemed to just be 'shut up and listen to Q's orders'.
With caution, and the gauze in place, he started to wind the bandage around her foot. “What about you? I doubt you're from here, either.” He snorted a bit, attempting a half-hearted smile. “I could be wrong, though.” He lifted his hand away, and began to open another bandage packet for the other foot. “That's not too tight, is it?” | Words: 287
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Post by Deleted on Apr 9, 2013 13:50:31 GMT -8
"That sounds cool, I-I guess. Not something people typically do. Mostly when people think of m-medical jobs, they tend to jump to doctor, nurses, or the like," she commented. "Well, all that really matters is that you e-enjoy what you do, huh? Sometimes even working with people you're f-fond of... That and a-actually having some sort of skill," she added, laughing softly. By now, she would have left the casino behind if she hadn't grown so attached to the people she worked with, and for. They were great people, and their company was enough to make her want to stay.
She looked at the bandage on her foot. "It's n-not too tight..." she replied to the second question. "And you're assumption is r-right, I'm not from here. I moved to London once I was done with college. It was quite a bit to get used to at the t-time," she answered. Now that she thought about it, she really should plan a visit of some sort to see her family back in Greece. If she was lucky, maybe one of her older siblings will be around. She never saw much of them ever since they went their separate ways...
"It was a d-different country, after all..." she went on. She didn't regret her choice one bit. She loves her new home, that much is true. Though it's nothing in comparison to the country she was born and raised in. It wasn't that she was homesick or anything, she got over that feeling in the first year or two. Besides, it wasn't like she went halfway across the world.
Just the thought of that seems just impossible. She was perfectly content with staying in Europe for the rest of her days, which will hopefully be many. 'Ah, if mother were here, she would go on and on about how my "biological clock" was ticking and how I'm not getting any younger...' she thought, nearly sighing.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 15, 2013 8:13:04 GMT -8
| “Yeah.” He replied, snorting again at her comment about being fond of the work colleagues. He didn't hate all of them, of course – far from it – but as any job entailed, some of them rubbed him up the wrong way sometimes... The main culprits being the agents that would treat the Room of Rest like it was a hostel. Marko didn't care how crappy their apartments were, said room was essentially a hospital ward; he hated having to chase them out and then clear up the messes they left. “Yeah, I enjoy it... I can't say it's easy, though.”
Wrapping up her other foot as he had with the first, he mulled over the rest of the words. “I see... Did you come alone? People've told me it's harder, when you do.” He couldn't know that, personally; he hadn't come alone, after all.
Once he was done with the bandaging, he shuffled back a couple of inches before pulling himself back up to his feet. “All done. Just don't go accepting help from any more handsome men until you're sure you won't be worse off from it again.” He forced a grin onto his face, tugging the gloves off his hands. Jokingly, he added, “Or better yet, don't go falling into any more fountains.”
He felt more at ease, now there was nothing more he could really do for her. In fact, he could basically leave her now and head back to the bar and maybe get a drink, if Zlatko wasn't already back out there in the main casino area, still wondering where the hell he was... The thought of that made him want to sigh... God, he really needed that drink... | Words: 285
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Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2013 7:04:54 GMT -8
"Well, if e-every job was easy, then it wouldn't b-be that much of a job at all. If all else, it would only e-end up in people slacking off despite not having m-much to do in the first place. Surely such a routine would get b-boring fairly quickly," she replied. She knew her job was somewhere in the middle, and would veer towards the "hard" side now that she was injured. She knew some of the other girls would try to preform with a sprained ankle, which worried her since it could make the injury worse. Well, perhaps she could take tomorrow off for a bit of rest...maybe the day after that as well, since it wasn't just one foot, but both of them. Even walking could cause the wounds she had to reopen, and the last thing she wanted was to bleed yet again, this time leaving a trail wherever she walked.
She was slightly caught off guard by his question, but decided to answer anyway. "Yeah, I came alone... O-Of course, it's not like I really had anyone to come w-with. By then everyone sort of went their separate ways, both friends a-and family. I suppose it was hard, but still got through it i-in the end," she smiled. In all honestly, she couldn't imagine anyone she knew moving over. They all had their own dreams, she didn't want to divert them from whatever path they were taking for selfish reasons. Still, having someone would have been nice...
Once the other was done, she looked at her feet, as if examining them. "Thanks... And I'll try to n-not fall into anymore fountains," she said, laughing softly at his words. Now to get make her way to her dressing room and get out of those wet clothes. She would probably wait a while before getting up, since walking so soon would probably sting.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 20, 2013 13:11:34 GMT -8
| That hadn't been what he'd meant by his job not being easy, but he shrugged her comment off. She wasn't wrong, of course, but how was she to know what he'd actually meant with his words when he'd purposefully been vague with them, not actually wanting to go into great detail to avoid something he needed to keep under wraps as much as possible? The work itself – at least, the researching side – was actually something he found simple enough... If he couldn't do it in his sleep, MI6 would have fired him a few days into the job – hell, they wouldn't have even given him the role in the first place. It was the mental pressure that didn't make it easy, and whilst he was pretty sure almost everyone in the medical profession felt the same, he found that when he actually had to step back into a physician's role, it was worse working more or less alone treating agents' battle wounds or diagnosing the aches of pains of the government higher-ups. “Something like that.” He smiled, faintly.
Marko slid his hands into his pockets, just nodding along (narrowly avoiding shaking his head instead; a habit he'd managed to break but often threatened to return were he not thinking straight) with the rest of what she said. “Well, good luck with that. I'd better go, if this place is actually staff-only and all.” He said, though he actually still didn't care if that area was off-limits. He slid his foot back, ready to turn around, when he remembered something. “Oh, yeah – before I go, er... Can I have my jacket back?” He didn't care if it was damp, he wasn't going to put it straight back on, but he did want to have it back all the same. | Words: 302
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Post by Deleted on Apr 27, 2013 12:46:33 GMT -8
"Yeah, you probably should..." she commented. He'd been lucky to be back there as long as he has been without security showing up and dragging him off. Surely it would be best for him to leave before that happened, if it did. For all she knew, security were probably making their way over right now. At most they would probably just kick him out for the night. After all, it wasn't as if he was inside any of the dressing rooms...
"Hm? Oh, y-yes, of course," she replied, handing the jacket over. She nearly forgot about it, in all honesty. So much had happened between then and the moment it was given to her, it was a miracle she didn't drop it at some point. Though, if he didn't remind her, she would have return it whenever they ran into each other again, whenever that would have been. In a city as big as London, she would be surprised if she bumped into him for a second time.
"Wouldn't want t-to deprive you of a jacket, after all. S-Sorry that it's wet, though..." she added softly. At least it would dry and would hopefully not fall apart. She's seen it happen before, though she doubted that the jacket he had was as cheap as those other ones. Then again, it didn't look entirely expensive either. Nothing like the overly priced name brand sort of things, but she could be wrong. For all she knew it could be and not some cheap knock-off. It certainly didn't seem like some hand-me-down bought at a thrift shop.
She gave the other one last kind smile before he went on his way. "Well, I-I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening, then," she said. No use keeping him there any longer, since he did state he wanted to leave.
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