Jarvis "The Player" Ramsay / Basil of Baker Street (impersonal) wrote in kingdomu, @ 2008-09-04 17:42:00
WHO: Jarvis Ramsay (The Basil of Baker Street) and Vikram Kapoor (The Dawson) WHAT: Accidental meetings ftw? WHEN: Late afternoon, September 4th. WHERE: Laboratory and testing wing of St. Walter General Hospital, Kingdom, Florida. RATING: PG-13 for discussion of dead people? idek.
Jarvis' study habits were as erratic as his sleeping habits were as erratic as his moods. As with all things, he did what suited him at the exact time and place, with every nuance of context considered. If this meant three days without sleep while on the trail of a new consulting case--or twenty-four hours of sleep upon its conclusion, nothing could dissuade him of taking a more moderate course. Though this usually caught him hell from his teachers (for doing only the homework that engaged him, or for showing up to class only when he felt it offered something new for him to learn--and then, of course, showing up to pass the final examination) and wrought hell on whatever flimsy excuse for a relationship he happened to be in at the time (as if one needed an additional relationship to why Jarvis' various forays into female companionship only tended to last a week or two at each go), it certainly illuminated what was important to him--solving problems. That, or acquiring knowledge that would allow him to solve them more expertly in the future. Frustrating? He would call it prioritizing.
His obsession du jour was a series of bruises on a John Doe recently brought into St. Walter's, very much D.O.A. As far as anyone could tell, the deaths seemed like open homicides by strangulation. And yet, thanks to a curiosity as morbid as it was active, Jarvis and another orderly had come to the conclusion that Mr. Doe was as likely to be dead of an overdose as he was of a crushed airway.
The only difficulty was, it seemed impossible to make a conclusion on the COD, one way or another--the bruises around the man's neck could conceivably have been inflicted post-mortem. Which raised a few other questions--how did one determine the validity of contusions made so immediately after expiration, and who in God's name would want to strangle a dead man.
It was about this puzzle Ramsay was muttering to himself as he moved back and forth over a row of microscopes in the lab as the clock slipped past five o'clock. He'd been haunting the analysis for a day and a half on this alone, accompanied solely by latex gloves and strong cups of tea. Most people didn't bother him when he was in this state--he had a tendency of acting as though he owned the place, and, though nothing could have been further from the truth, Jarvis had a funny way of making his imagined ownership seem enforceable. It mostly involved his height.