Forever Moon Norris (everandever) wrote in athinblackline, @ 2009-06-29 23:24:00 |
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Current mood: | worried |
Entry tags: | evermore, pixie |
Who: Forever OT Pixie
When: Mon 29th, evening
Where: the Medical center
What: Another evening of work
Tonight Forever was sitting in the room she was designated to, the one that any patients she might recieve would be brought to, so they would not have to wait for service, they would come right into it. She was sitting in a chair in the room, simply staring off into space, thinking about her life, thinking about how far it had fallen, but also thinking about how it was still worth it if she could help someone. Sure, she was basically being forced to do so, but she probably would have done so even if she hadn't been. At least she wasn't being made to fight, that would be much worse of a fate for her, because she didn't think she would have a chance in the ring, that wasn't where her abilities laid. Lucky for her at least at this point she didn't have to worry about that.
The quiet woman was wearing a dress this evening, it was white and black, alternating the colors as it went down her body, and a pair of black pantyhose since the dress only went to her knees, a pair of black wrap around sandals that went to the top of her calves completeing the outfit. Her hair was up this evening, held in place by a long black ribbon, the same sort of ribbon wrapped around her neck. That always made her think of the story she'd been told as a child, the woman who used a ribbon to hold her head on. A very faint half smile traced itself across her pale lips as she thought about her childhood, touching the ribbon at her throat thoughtfully for a moment.
She'd been thinking more about her childhood lately, ever since she'd met the greened skinned gentleman that had told her his name was Victor, the one that was convinced he was actually dating her father, the man she'd been seeking for years. Now that she was so close..it was just surreal. She had to wonder how he would react to her. Would he refuse to see her? Would he deny that he was her father? Would he recieve her with open arms? Would he ask her questions? She shook her head as her head whirled with questions. Now was not the time to daydream, not when she was at work, not when she'd probably have a client before the night ended.
As if in answer to her thoughts, the door's knob began turning and she pushed away these thoughts and straightened up in her chair so she would appear attentive, not wanting anyone to think she was wasting time at work though she was very sure there were others that did it much more often then her. She did not smile at the one entering, as the numerous worries happening in her mind caused her to not feel like doing so, but her look was not an unfriendly one, just perhaps a bit stern, perhaps not one might might expect from someone who's job was to heal.
"Good evening, please have a seat." She told her client as she stood quickly, waiting for her patient to have a seat so she could get a good look at what she was working with.