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Dr. Giles Audley (thecaringcurse) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2008-08-29 11:30:00

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dione castel, giles audley

Thursday: September 27, 2007
Who: Giles and Dione
When: Early Evening
Where: Medical Pavilion
What: Physical, Physical..I wanna get..

Tranquilizing an irritating teenager was legal here right? You know legal dose to ease her out of the ‘pain in the ass’ status. No responsibility if she just slept all day and didn’t bitch and moan. Ah, he could smell the whiff of his crappy parenting skills in the Pavilion hallway. It wasn’t his fault, he didn’t ask for karma to kick him straight perfect in the nads.

He wasn’t there for anyone else but himself of course. The day he came to the Pavilion without force for someone else’s well being was the day he was going to score with that elf chick he tried to hit on many days prior. He paused for a minute to wonder what that woman was up to. Add to attempts: Try to get her to aid him home. Shame on Giles. He hadn’t thought of that one. Didn’t they need partners at night since some boogie monster may be lurking around? Yes, Elune or whatever the hell keep him safe and then some.

He veered off towards the safe keeping of where the aspirin and pain medication was located and began to not so quietly toss out the medication that was in the way of what he was seeking. “This stuff looks like-“He smelt it and scrunched his nose. “Ugh and smells like it has expired in 1990.” He sighed in frustration looking down for a moment. “This. Sucks.” Where the hell was the good stuff?

He was about to continue his careless search for pain medication that wouldn’t feel like a placebo when he felt like he wasn’t alone. Duh, it was a medical facility. But maybe someone was nearby. He turned around to notice someone of company he certainty wouldn’t mind.

“Don’t mind me. I’m just sorting the meds from useless, to complete crap. So far I have complete crap and I haven’t made it to useless yet.” He looked her over. “I’m a doctor. Are you injured?” Above the waist? Or anywhere above the knees? He thought to himself. But of course, he looked as harmless as ever.

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audiomorbid
2008-08-30 12:59 pm UTC (link)

Dione was listening. That was something that she managed to do a great deal of, listen. Being sans eyes kinda made the whole needing to hear what was going on absolutely imperative. Hence the fact that she walked softly, accompanied by the often rhythmic sound of her sight cane making contact with the ground and other various objects. She'd been in Elysium long enough to realize that she didn't have the faintest idea what was going on and that being clueless was not necessarily a good thing.

Granted, ignorance did often equate bliss, but from what she had heard so far about the other inhabitants of this particular little town, there was no telling whether or not that was exactly true in this case. After all, she had overheard a conversation that involved the word 'werewolf' multiple times and she hadn't heard the name of any movie that she was familiar with. Hence the idea that they might be talking about a real thing. That would not be the best thing in the world to not know about, now would it? After all, from what she could remember of the movies she had seen before she had gone blind and could still hear if she left the television on. Or at least could when there was still rampant electricity and cable television, werewolves tended to do fairly nasty things to human bodies. As did vampires, aliens, and predators. All things quite worthy of nightmares.

So of course, Dione was listening as he rambled on to himself long before he ever realized that she was there. Dexter had assured her that she was in the right place, after several false starts in which he just stood around and reminded her that she needed to learn how to get around this place without him, even if he was going to always be there to help take care of her. Now that she was finally being adressed, she felt that color that might as well stay painted on her cheeks come up in a horrid flush. Why was she always going to feel terrified and lost whenever someone said something to her? When was she going to get over the constant fit of nerves she got from being around any other than Dex?

"Nnnn, no," Dione had a bad habit of stuttering and stammering when she was out of sorts, which was essentially all the time. "I..I...was told I should come." The words would maybe get a little easier in a minute.

Deedudee, you're fine. He won't hurt you. Dexter slipped his arm around her shoulder. The doctor probably couldn't see him, no one it seemed could. Which was all right as far as he was concerned. Dione couldn't see him either, but she was aware of his presence and that was what mattered.

"I.i.iii," she stopped to take a breath. This was why Dione didn't talk. Dexter talked to all kinds of people, but she was just like a gaping fish out of water when it came to saying anything. "I just got here." That was how it seemed to her anyway. She couldn't really remember when she had arrived. Only that it hadn't been long and someone had said she might want to see a doctor because she was new and there was a chance that she might have brought something with her from the outside. Not that she had any idea what that something could have been. She wasn't sick.

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thecaringcurse
2008-09-01 06:18 pm UTC (link)

Oh god. Please. He hoped he wasn’t cursed with another species that didn’t understand come ons or the modern world. Score another crap card for Giles. Great T and A, but the head was a little fuzzy. No worries, maybe a little convincing that he had some magic touch could get her talking. Giles wasn’t harmful. He was just forever in the gutter of perversion. He shifted a little after he leaned against the wall.

“You’re new?” he made a small humming noise. “We used to give out gift packages but since the PV virus ended up killing more people than we thought, we gave living accommodations and shiny new species instead. Dear god have you seen the blonde fae? Nice ass on her. In fact all of the women here have nice asses. Welcome to the club.” Man, he liked the sound of voice.

Clearing his throat, he introduced himself. “The name is Giles. The whole doctor thing is Dr. Giles Audley. I’d give you a badge or something to prove I’m not just some babbling perv, but believe me. I don’t waste my time when I don’t have to so I’d have to be a doctor." He looked her over. “You’re turn.” His eyes kept on her not just because he was unprofessional with hot patients, but because he was wondering why she seemed short of breath.

“Do you have breathing problems, or do old grumpy, blabbering men take your breath away?”

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audiomorbid
2008-09-01 07:02 pm UTC (link)

What on earth was he talking about? Dione actually tried to follow it for a short second and then gave it up. She turned her face from Giles to where Dexter would be if he were actually more than a spiritual presence in the room, feeling the blush creep further up her cheeks and then down her neck just a bit.

He's old enough to be our Father, Dione. Just calm down and imagine you're talking to Dad. Dexter was trying to get her to stop breathing like she'd been running and blushing like he'd actually said something dirty to her. Granted, this was not how Dexter wanted anyone talking to his sister really, but whatever. He'd take it.

"No," she took another deep breath to center herself. "I'm Dione Castel," she gave him her name. "People make me ner-nervous. I'm sorry." At least she only apologized once as opposed to over and over again. "And even if you tried to show me a badge, it wouldn't mean much. I'm blind." Then she picked up her cane to draw attention to it. It was the typical issued blind person's chain, collapsible and white. "I was told that I might need to be seen by a doctor because I might have brought something with me when I came, but I don't know what. I don't feel sick." Now she was babbling just a little bit.

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thecaringcurse
2008-09-01 11:33 pm UTC (link)

“BLIND!?” He turned his voice down to be more timid, he should have known by the distinct look in her eyes. May have been why she was so shy. “You’re not missing out on much.” He muttered. “ But yourself.” God, he couldn’t imagine what life would be like if you were hot, but couldn’t see it. How depressing. “Well, it is a pleasure to meet you Dione and I believe we have some stuff to kick the nervous out of you. Though it does make you drunk dizzy.” He gave a shaking of the head. “I’m kidding. I bet they make us miserable and don’t even carry some good old Klonopin here.”

He hooked an arm around hers gently, not trying to scare her or anything as he did so. “You may have something to guide you, but I know this place better and I smell good. Plus I’m not a stick that needs an upgrade.” He hummed in thought as to what she may have picked up. “Well, where have you travelled from? I’m guessing you are European like me. Probably more exotic. Bland British is what me is.”

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audiomorbid
2008-09-02 06:08 am UTC (link)

Dione was just not sure what exactly she was supposed to actively respond to. After all, it was polite to speak when spoken to, but if you didn't have the faintest idea what to say was it not better to keep your mouth shut? Considering that the things she tended to say made her sound like an idiot, Dione chose to essentially keep her mouth shut 9 times out of ten. Saved on her getting laughed at.

"Do I call you Dr. Audley," which came out sounding like 'oddly' when she said it. Whether that was correct or not, she didn't know, but that was what she thought that she had heard. The feeling of someone taking her arm was not unusual, something that was familiar and even comfortable. Her Father had always made a point of doing that with her. Accompanied by a kiss to her temple and the same old phrase, "Let me be your eyes." He'd done that until he got sick and then he'd died. It had been horrible knowing that he was going away, feeling him going away. "Or is Giles enough?" Dione tried to follow conventions when she could. It seemed to make things easier. Interactions between humans were fraught with stumbling blocks that she couldn't see. Conventions offered her a guide to try and get around without making too much of a fool of herself.

Asking where she was from got another slight blush. "No, sir, I'm American. Just your typical little Southern girl."

You are hardly typical anything, Deedee. Dexter had gone to smiling, if only because she wasn't stuttering and turning the color of their dead Aunt's roses.

"Oh, hush Dex," she did turn her face in his direction. "Forgive me, I'm being horribly rude. Or rather, he is. My brother, Dexter Daniel Castel, unfortunately seems to be invisible and no one can hear him but me." Which sounded like some kind of mental disorder where one was disconnected from reality. Except that he was very much a part of the real world, whether he could actually effect reality or not.

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thecaringcurse
2008-09-03 04:03 am UTC (link)

Giles looked over at her with a smug smile. “You can call me James Bond, Flash Gordon or the Queen of England. I’d still answer.” He gave a small hum, good enough to be a laugh before he finally stated. “Giles is good. I only tell kids to address me Dr. Audley right way because I want them to get the immediate feel that I don’t like them. If I tell them they can call me Giles, then they think I may be able to stand within my radius after I have to deal with them.”

They were nearing a good place where Dione could rest. He remembered when he lost his sight only for about a day due to swelling of the eyelids so badly they were pretty much closed. It still got to him, thinking of having no sight for the rest of his ‘bright and sunshiny’ life.

“Southern girl? Really where from? Dunno where I got the French from. Guess I liked your name enough to hope you were aboard the Euro train.”

When Giles heard Dione talking to someone now declared as her brother who was not there in his eyes, he stopped her right before they entered a good room for her to rest in. “I’m sorry. Uhm. Are there any narcotics in this place stashed that I am not aware of? If there are some I have been dying to get my hands on something that will take me to level nine if you know what I mean?” He gave a huff and started walking around Dione. “Hey Dexter!? Am I stepping on you?”

The Empath returned to her and started to try and bring her in the room. “Seriously, are you sure you didn’t receive head trauma?”

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audiomorbid
2008-09-03 05:40 am UTC (link)

James Bond, she understood. Flash Gordon, she remembered the reference somewhat dimly. The Queen of England just made her blink because it didn't make sense. Why would any male wish to be called the Queen of England? Ah well, didn't make a whole lot of difference, she would just have to remember not to call him that. Giles was easy enough to remember, so she would just stick with the simple. Dione, one could say, was a very big fan of keeping things simple. "Oh," was essentially an acknowledgement sound. A way to let others know that she was indeed listening, though she wasn't quite sure what exactly to say.

"Perhaps because the family is French," at some point in their not so distant history, the last name had been Castille, like the word Bastille. It had been shortened to Castel, a bastardized spelling of 'castle'. That was long before Dione and Dexter were born, though the family did keep the tradition of a French speaking home life. From the moment they walked in their front door at home the language was French unless one was taking a telephone call from an English speaker, then of course things were covered by the caller's comfort. If the caller spoke French, all well and good. If not, well then, they spoke English just fine to get along.

When they stopped, addressing the issue of her there and yet not sibling, Dione started blushing again. Discussing Dexter's situation always made her all the more nervous.

People always seem to assume that you are on something when you mention me. Yet you persist in saying something. Really Dione, I wish you wouldn't. One of the very few subjects which made Dex understandably upset also. Who likes to have to admit to the fact that things might not be quite what they seem?

Dione listened to the questions and Dexter's mini-tirade before saying anything else. "No, no, you're not stepping on him and I doubt it would matter if you were." Dexter didn't exist in the real world anymore. "That's what the doctor back home said when I tried to tell him about Dex, that there was something wrong with my brain after the accident. Something wrong with my eyes and my brain." Her speaking was getting slower, almost depressed sounding.

There is nothing wrong with you. Nothing wrong with us. Trust him to get defensive when she was starting to feel crappy about things. After all, it was partially his fault. He refused to leave her and let her have a normal life. Well, as normal as she could have with her current circumstances.

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thecaringcurse
2008-09-04 05:38 am UTC (link)

Giles was an old fart, he had empathy for awhile now so he could sense her saddened depression and raised a lip. Oh, emotions why did they plague him? Then of course, he actually felt bad. It got him to thinking about believing her. There was a mage he met, a healer, elf and if there was a fae-why not a girl who had a dead person with her? “..SO..What are you?” He got to the examination room and aided her in sitting down. “Can you just talk to him or everyone else I can’t see? Like the dead?”

He cleared his throat and looked down, trying to find it within him to say the two nice little words. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to poke at something personal.” He looked back at her and crossed his arms. “How did you lose your sight?” He didn’t mean for it to come out so sudden, but was this ghost like her eyes or something. How utterly depressing yet cool at the same time. “..It’s permanent? How long have you been blind? I totally know I am a doctor and I am failing both as far as bedside manner and I am bombarding you with things that may be depressing and uncomfortable. But at the same time I am a doctor, I don’t know you and it could be relevant.”

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audiomorbid
2008-09-04 06:14 am UTC (link)

She blinked and then shook her head. There were things that she had heard and things that she had read in the few books that she had bothered to read since it had become so difficult to read anything at all. "I," she was having the usual issues. "No. I don't know." It was like her brain wanted to halt on trying to figure things out. She didn't want to admit that Dexter was dead. It just didn't fit into her nearly shattered view of the world. So instead, she just left the question somewhat hanging with a partial answer that had absolutely nothing to do with the question.

"There was an accident," that she remembered very clearly. "We were sitting together and the window we were near shattered. I got hit in the face and Dex," she knew that he'd gotten hit in the throat. Her parents had told her trying to make her understand that Dexter really could not be there with her. He was dead and there was nothing anyone could do about it. "Dex become invisible. No one could see him or hear him but me." It was all very, very depressing and it showed in the fact that there were tears showing up in the edges of her eyes.

Don't cry, Deedee. Don't cry. It's okay. I'm still here with you. Dexter had made her a promise. He had promised never to leave so that she would never be lonely and though she was afraid it didn't matter. He was there for her. For him, it was odd. He was somewhat aware of his death, of leaving his body, of becoming an apparition.

"I wish other people could see you so they would stop thinking that I am crazy. I'm not crazy. You are there." Always so lost when this particular subject came up. It was impossible to explain that she hadn't bumped her head and made him up. This was her twin, they were part and parcel of one another. Inseparable, even by death it would seem.

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sorry about the wait dear!

thecaringcurse
2008-09-09 02:45 pm UTC (link)

"I'm..I'm sorry." Giles learned that there were times to say sorry and mean it. This was it. If she cried it would make him feel like he owed her an "I'm-so-so- sorry." Of course he was. She wasn't exactly bestowed with the best of fates. If her brother, real as she claimed him to be just dead, nagged her in public and she spoke to him...she would have been taken away. This is of course if this wasn't a sanctuary filled with people with mysterious mind blowing issues.

"I believe you." He said softly. "I can't think of anyone who would do this for shits and giggles. But tell your brother he better start giving people proof, or doctors not badass like me, will will think you have boarded the crazy train." He teased. "There are many kinds of people here. Here you may just feel like you fit in all to well."

Though of course by perverse nature he'd tell her he'd need to check her chest or something of the sort he looked to the side with a prolonged sigh. "You know, if you need anything here. Just ask. I believe you may be fine. Your nerves I think come from you thinking others may think you are crazy." He gave a smile of course she couldn't see.

"But then again, who isn't crazy?"

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It's all good.

audiomorbid
2008-09-09 05:17 pm UTC (link)

See, it's okay. Dexter was trying to get her to calm down if only because he couldn't stand the idea of watching his dear sister cry. That had always been a gut wrenching thing for him. He believes you. See, Deedee, there's no reason to cry. The ghost wished more than anything to show this Doctor, to show anyone and everyone the proof that he was indeed still there and Dione wasn't mad or making things up for attention, another accusation that had been leveled against her throughout the years. He moved closer to her and slipped his arm around her shoulders, which made her turn her head in his direction finally.

He believed her. He didn't think she was insane. Either that or he was just humoring her, but she wanted to believe that just this once she wasn't going to be offered some kind of drug to combat the fact that she was obviously having hallucinations brought on by the trauma of losing her twin brother in such a horrendous fashion. The truth was that she had lost her brother, in a way, in a very bad fashion; however, she was perfectly fine in most ways. The blindness was something that she had learned how to deal with. The constant disbelief that she had gotten over the years from dealing with her immediate family and the traditional American medical establishment that apparently thought she was suffering from post-traumatic stress syndrome was unfortunately a lot harder to deal with. It made her constantly on her guard about what others had to say. The inevitable offer of psychiatric assistance did not seem to be coming in this particular case though.

"I..I..don't know wh-who's crazy," the stutter had come back and refused to die in her mouth now that it had come back and she'd been upset. "Are y-you crazy?"

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thecaringcurse
2008-09-12 04:04 pm UTC (link)

Giles thought about the question if he was crazy. Was he? He surely could be. He could pull out the Einstein crap that Insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results. That’s what his med school teacher would always tell the class. So, many people could be crazy in the world. “I guess you could say I am a bit crazy.” He mused. “I mean I am a doctor yet I don’t always like my job. I mean who decides to be a doctor and hates their job? That’s pretty insane.” He declared. “Then again I could just be tired of it all.”

He moved to the opposite side of the wall and he figured he could look her over since she didn’t know. Of course, her brother might know so he made sure to do it carefully. “Tell me something, Dione. This is just for curiosities sake and I am not judging you. Trust me, I do it a lot. But in this case you spark a lot of curiosity.” He wanted to make sure he asked the question nicely and not with a sarcastic, rude tone in his voice. “Have you always talked nervously? Or was it just when you were blind?”

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audiomorbid
2008-09-12 07:13 pm UTC (link)

Dexter refused to move away from her now, holding his position with his arm around her shoulders to try and keep her calm. This interviews never seemed to get any easier. Each and every person that Dione met had the potential to take a tiny chipper to the self-esteem that she had built. Usually using him as a way to do it without meaning to, but it happened just the same. She never reacted well and it just went to show again that she wasn't ready to be left alone. Signs appear for the person who wants to see them, so it was quite possible that he was only seeing exactly what he wanted to see to justify his decision to stay around despite the fact that eventually Dione was going to have to live her own life without him.

It was just easier for them both if that wasn't at all soon.

A little bit of a smile appeared on Dione's face as Giles's talked, just the edge of her lips curling as if she were afraid to smile big. Granted, there was the combination of misery and happiness trying to work themselves out again, so it was possible that she didn't even realize that she was smiling. The question made her blink distractedly because she had to actually think about it. How long had it been utterly natural for her to stutter? Well, most of her life really, though it had become more pronounced since Dexter's disappearance and the number of times that she would get upset about things that were said to her.

"A-always, b-but it's got-t-ten worse s-since the accident." Some words came out as whole pieces, others came out in parts that marched along at a staccato step that was almost never quite rhythmic. Of course, it was a good thing that she didn't sound as though she were chewing ice cubes while her teeth chattered. That would make her incomprehensible. Not that it hadn't happened before.

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