The Body Farm;;; Roleplay

TITLE: When your tummy growls; feed it
CHARACTERS: Anyone
RATING: PG
SUMMARY: Jess finally finishes up her shift and her stomach tells her it’s time for breakfast.
OPEN/CLOSED: OPEN
STATUS: incomplete

( Oh, and happy birthday to me... )

TITLE: Bored in the Morgue.
CHARACTERS: Elly Sizemore and whoever!
RATING: PG-13ish for now.
SUMMARY: Elly gets work to do.
OPEN/CLOSED: Open!
STATUS: Incomplete.

Elly worked carefully, cleaning her tools as she hummed a song in order to forget about how eerily quiet the morgue could get which was why she enjoyed having visitors. Dr. Robbins had been on vacation for the past four days and without his occasional company, she was more bored than usual. There had apparently been a shortage of dead bodies because Elly had little to do and no new bodies to examine. Whenever she told people what she did, they would always get creeped out so she started telling them she was a nurse. It always felt odd to lie but the looks were worse. Clearly not everyone had the stomach to work with the dead, or even talk about them.

With a light sigh, she placed the freshly clean tools back into their rightful places. Doc would be happy she had caught up on cleaning. Elly had even filled out a rather large pile of paperwork that was in a jumble on Doc's desk. She supposed that would suffice for a welcome back from vacation gift. Glancing at the door as it swung open, she watched as a body was brought in. Now she would have something to do. She smiled slightly and took the clipboard as it was handed to her, glancing over the specifics. Obvious gunshot wound to the head, abbrasions on the wrists and ankles, bruises on the neck. Her blue eyes glanced up and down the body of what appeared to be a teenage girl. Brunette, thin, and looking peaceful despite her atrocious circumstances. Elly hated to see the young ones come in, but she knew she couldn't let that get to her or else she would have to find a new profession.

"Move her to this table, please."