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Nolan Brody (obscurite) wrote in nosuchplace,
@ 2009-01-24 01:44:00

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nolan brody, zane smith

Wednesday: November 7, 2007
Who: Nolan and Zane
When: Evening
Where: The Medical Pavilion
What: Epic fail leads to meeting one awesome doc.

During the harpy attack, Nolan was resting comfortably in his cottage, not even giving a damn that some of those shrieking monsters hit up against his residence. It just took a book and humming to ignore the noises in the background. Yeah, some might say he was an asshole for not helping out, but who was to say someone would have helped him out should the situation have gotten out of hand? Oh well, it was over now.

When he stepped out of his cottage, he decided to think about what would happen if a situation arouse where he had to defend himself if any weird shit happened again. He wasn’t one for running and he wasn’t a sword wielding lunatic. He guessed it all counted on his “powers” if he could call it that. It had been awhile since he had practiced so he canvassed the area for something to try to use. Hmm..a pipe. Easy enough.

“Alright, let’s work these magic hands.” It was just a damn pipe so he shouldn’t really have concentrated on it like he was expected to move a building. The thing flung towards him at near lightning speed and got him right above the eye knocking him to the ground. What a hit to the ego.

He kind of just laid there for a moment, thinking he was okay before he realized his forehead was bleeding pretty bad. “Awh fuck.” No to mention he had a killer headache. “Let’s hope this earns me some Vicodin or some shit.”

He covered his forehead with only his palm and stalked to the Medical Pavilion. When he arrived at what he guessed was the main area he tapped on the wall with his bloodied hand but then started to scrub the wall with his jacket. “Shit.” While still scrubbing he called out to the person he saw. “Aye. You the person like in charge or some shit?”

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nospoon
2009-01-24 02:32 am UTC (link)

It was nearing the end of the day and Zane was readying himself to go home. A long day of helping the sick always fulfilled Zane in a way that nothing else could. His life was dedicated to others, and it would be that way until his own life ended. He was just headed back toward his office when he noticed some kid scrubbing blood off the wall. There was also blood coming down from a wound on his forehead, and Zane immediately was alarmed. He didn't even answer the boy's questions as he stepped forward and pulled a handkerchief from his back pocket. Once he was close enough, he moved the boy's hand away and applied pressure to the wound.

"Now either someone did this to you, or you took one hell of a fall," he said as he led the boy inside. Zane told a nearby assistant to clean the blood on the wall while he took the injured man to one of the empty rooms. There were several moments of silence in between that time, and Zane only pulled the cloth away from the patient's forehead once they were settled in the room.

"So, what's your name," he asked as he used his powers to pull a crash cart closer to him. Asking patients questions not related to their injury was always a good way to calm a person down. It got them to focus on other things besides the pain they were probably feeling. "I'm Doctor Smith," he said with a smile. He pulled some gauze from the cart and used it to clean around the boy's wound. It was a nasty gash, but Zane didn't think it was needed more than ten stitches at the most.

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obscurite
2009-01-24 02:58 am UTC (link)

Nolan’s first instinct was to punch Zane when he came close, but luckily enough he realized he was just being a nice bloke and helping him out. He nodded a bit and muttered a “..thanks..”

Through somewhat of a sheepish cough, Nolan answered Zane’s inquiry as to how he got his lovely mark. “I..uhm was going for a sexy scar and hitting myself with a pipe was a wonderful way to go. I’m looking forward to the result.” He kind of was too. Maybe he would have somewhat of a bond look. The whole when he arched his brow, the scar would make a cool shape look. If he lucked out, maybe he would have no scar at all.

When Nolan saw what Zane did with the cart, he looked at him like he was some kind of giant headed monster before he answered his question. “Uhm..it’s Nolan. “ He guessed this was the part where he told someone it was good to meet them, but he never said so. “…how’d you do that?”

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nospoon
2009-01-26 10:57 pm UTC (link)

Zane couldn't help the chuckle that came from him at the young man's remark. "A sexy scar," he asked with an arch of his brow. "You don't say." He chuckled a bit more and then nodded. A smart-ass answer from Zane figured was a smart-ass kid. He seemed the type, and that amused him to no end. What was it with teenagers thinking they knew everything and had a right to be snarky with everyone? Zane wasn't much different at that age, but seeing it now from older eyes made it seem a little funny. "I hear chicks dig guys with scars. The whole 'bad boy' look, right?"

The boy didn't have to tell him the truth, though little did Zane know was that his patient really had hit himself with a pipe. The doctor didn't ask for further clarification though as he started to clean the area. "Nice to meet you, Nolan," he said with a smile. He pulled some cleaning solution from the cart and used his powers to levitate a Emesis tray near him to throw the dirty gauze into. Zane couldn't help but smirk a bit as Nolan asked him about his powers. It never failed to catch people's attention.

"It's psychokinesis," he said pointedly. He stood to his feet and pulled a light to look at the wound. "That's the power to move things with your mind," he said as he examined the young man's injury. "You're going to need a few stitches," he said calmly, quickly switching the topic back to medicine. It wasn't that he didn't like to talk about his power - he rather enjoyed it when he had the chance - but his priority was getting this boy stitched up. They could talk about his powers later.

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obscurite
2009-01-28 03:31 pm UTC (link)

Nolan hating whining so he kind of growled about the sting he felt credited to the cleaning of his wound. Thanks, pipe. Thank you very much. Now he had a pretty witty doctor cleaning his wound. He kind of liked that though, someone who could challenge the way he spoke to them. His late best friend didn’t take shit from him when he became a bit of an ass. He had the feeling that Zane was the same way. Just because Zane took care of kids and teens he couldn't see him taking shit from one.

He looked down a bit and smiled when Zane spoke of his powers, not meaning to get in the way of his doctor duties. “Least you don’t suck at it.” He didn’t mean for it to just come out, but it was refreshing to finally meet another psychokinetic. He seemed cool too and best of all he had control over his powers like he was grabbing things off a shelf.

“How do you..you know? Just get things to come to you without them flying all over the place? You know, like…” he coughed, trying to evade the words. They were his past failures and disasters. “Pipes, maybe rocks, desks, counters..the police….Not to mention..how do you not pass the hell out?”

He was being a terrible liar right now. “I’m just, you know curious.”

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nospoon
2009-01-29 09:15 pm UTC (link)

Zane was definitely not the type to take shit from people, especially from teenagers. Little kids weren't always bad, and even if they were the doctor had a way of reaching out to them to make them happy. Parents were always pleasantly surprised when their children's bratty behavior seemed to disappear in his presence.

Nolan's question brought a curious glint to Zane's eyes. The doctor pulled back a little bit to give the kid a once over. Nolan was just curious, he wanted to know because he was also a psychokinetic. Zane chuckled a bit, and then stepped forward to examine the wound again. "So that's how the pipe hit you in the head, huh?" He levitated more gauze over toward him, along with a stitching needle and suture thread made out of catgut.

"It's a matter of practice," he said, letting the items hover in front of Nolan for a few seconds. "And concentration, but mostly practice." He manipulated the objects to go in a circle and then a perfectly straight line. "I've been doing this for..." he let out a forced breath, cheeks puffing out a bit. "Shit, over 25 years now," he said with a grin. Zane couldn't help but tease the young man a bit, especially when he said he had been trying to move things like desks and counters and the police.

"How old were you when your power manifested?"

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obscurite
2009-02-02 02:07 pm UTC (link)

Nolan gave off a sheepish look and laughed a tad. “Yeah, I thought about the whole harpy attack and figured I better get off my ass and start practicing again. When the attack occurred I just kind of stayed inside and let things blow over. As you can see, if I tried to help people, I just may have been more of a hazard than a help.” He wasn’t really being hard on himself. What helped him not get so down was just picturing people being taken down by rubble thanks to his own accord. Hey, if they were covered with rubble, maybe the harpies couldn’t get them. From what he saw outside his window, they seemed pretty dumb.

“Jesus Christ, 25 fucking years now? You barely look thirty, so you must have gotten your powers when you were a wee little kid?” He gave a dumbfounded expression for a moment. “I’ve only discovered my abilities a year ago. My parents died when I was ten, so they never got to tell me about what I could do. Maybe they didn’t even know. I don’t think many kids can go around using their mind to move around shit.”

He rubbed a knee for a moment, knowing he lacked the patience. “It’s the patience, I know it. I guess watching the x-men stuff makes me think I can wake up once day and be able to do the ability as well as you do. My mind thinks that if I was born with the ability, it should be just as good as the movies. Well, another lesson today proves that’s not the case.”

After giving Zane a few moments to work on his cut, his curiosity couldn’t help itself. “How did you discover your ability? I just was pissed off and discovered it on accident.”

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nospoon
2009-02-06 11:10 pm UTC (link)

Zane smirked when Nolan told him he barely looked thirty. It boosted the doctor's ego up a notch to hear a perfect stranger tell him that. He was starting to feel old ever since his birthday, and it took constant reassurance from Amada that he was still good-looking. Women weren't the only ones who suffered from insecurity.

"I'm thirty-five," he said with a smile though he quickly sobered so he could focus on Nolan. The poor kid lost his parents and was left in the world without anyone to guide him. Zane knew how important it was to have an authority figure in life; it wasn't about having someone keeping you in line, but they also served as a role-model and friend. Zane couldn't help but wonder just how much trouble this kid had gotten into ever since his parents' deaths.

"Just a year ago, huh?" Zane put on some topical anesthetic around the wound to numb it from the feel of the needle and thread pulling through the skin. "So you really don't know the extent of your powers at all," he said. "But at least you're trying to work on it, that's the important thing." Zane sat back for a few minutes to let the anesthetic do its job. He chuckled at the X-Men reference, and he remembered a time when he made the same comparison. If only it were as easy as in the comics.

"We're born with these abilities, but even the X-Men had to work on them," he explained. "Think of this way, we're all born with legs and hands, but it took time for us to learn to walk and write. We don't just automatically know these things." He slid forward to start suturing the wound close, pulling the thread through the skin easily to bring both edges of the cut together. "I used to wish for things when I was a kid. Things like the cookies that were on top of the fridge, or the candy on the counter. Or some other kid's toy." He laughed. "I wished hard enough until they came to me. That's how me and my parents discovered it."

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obscurite
2009-05-15 12:44 pm UTC (link)

"Thirty Five?" Nolan gave a snort. "When I am thirty-five I know I am going to look like I am fifty because of how much I smoke. I can't help it. People say that you just quit. It's not that easy. It's my company and comfort you know? Some people have family and friends, I have cigarettes. I don't think there is anything wrong with that." He knew that though the PV virus couldn't touch him, the big C word could still bite him in the ass. But he always told himself he would rather be dying of something unpleasant than shitting in diapers.

Nolan nodded slowly when it came to his abilities. "Yeah and believe me, I've passed out so many times it's hilarious. I don't get the "how the mind handles it all" thing. I've looked it up, but I never paid attention in school, so I have no idea how much my brain can handle. I just want to do some killer shit, you know? Maybe save the day, get the girl."

Zane had a good point. It wasn't like he came out of his mothers womb a walking child. He felt like he took forever when it came to walking and talking. The thought of his abilities coming to him made Nolan not think about the cut being forged together. It didn't hurt so much anymore anyways.

"Do you think you could help me sometime? You know when not doing doctorly shit?" He asked hopefully.

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Fin.

nospoon
2009-06-03 10:09 pm UTC (link)

"Sure it's easy," Zane said with a laugh. "But only if you want to do it." He pushed the needle and thread through the skin, and began to sew the wound close. It wouldn't take long to finish the stitch, but Zane took his time so he could talk to the young man. "So it's hard because you don't want to." Zane wasn't going to lecture him about the dangers of cigarette smoke. Nolan seemed like a smart kid, and he knew what could happen to him if he continued down this path. It was just a little sad because it seemed like he didn't care. Zane hoped that would change in time.

The doctor was slow and methodical with his stitching, and he was able to concentrate on that while talking at the same time. "You'll get to do awesome shit, trust me." There was a smile on Zane's face if only because he thought the exact same thing when he was old enough to think about girls. The psychokinetic finished the stitched, and then cleaned around the wound with an antiseptic pad. He was about to send Nolan on his way when he asked for help with his powers. Zane smiled, and nodded.

"Yeah, definitely." Zane was genuinely interested in helping Nolan gain some control over his abilities. "Just come by everyday at three, and we'll work on it. I'll work my schedule around it." There were enough people working in the medical pavilion for Zane to leave for a couple of hours to help Nolan. He was more than happy to do it. "Now make sure you keep that cut clean, and put on this salve twice a day." He handed him a small tube of medicine that was a concoction of herbs put together by the herbalist.

"Now get outta here, and get some rest. We're going to be working hard tomorrow." He smiled at the young man, and watched him leave. It was nice being able to "pass on" his knowledge to another generation, and with that thought in mind he finished his work, and headed home.

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obscurite
2009-05-15 12:32 pm UTC (link)
Yes! Can they meet today in game or something? I really liked them :3 I'm finishing up my reply now.
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