BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEE- Her hand came slamming down onto the poor defenseless plastic alarm clock, stopping the annoying sound. Getting comfy once again and rolling in her bed to face the wall that the bed was against, Jenna was starting to doze off until a loud crack of thunder boomed over head. Jumping up from it, she looked around until she was looking out through the curtain to see that a thunderstorm had rolled on top of New York, covering the entirety of the state. Frowning a bit, she flipped off the storm clouds above then ran her hands over her face to rub the tiredness away. “Well shit...looks like no sleeping in for me.” The alarm was the first of three alarms she had set, one hour away from each other, leaving her three ours until she was to be on shift at FYE and after her shift, she was to be working at the underground mutant Nightclub Underverse. Groaning out loud to herself, she figured it be best to get up and ready for work. Kicking the comforter off of her, she stood up stretching upwards with her arms and legs. Her six wings unfolded and stretched outwards as well as she let out a long groan. Leaning backwards until her hands were touching the wall by her bed. Standing up straight, she was wearing a pair of loose fitting black workout shorts and a white tank top. Walking to her dresser, she opened the top and took out a purple tight fitting long sleeve under armor shirt, her black vest, a pair of underwear and a pair of ankle socks. Going through her dresser, she pulled out her pair of black cargo pants and her dark purple belt where it held the pants up with an old Chevy lap seat belt connector.
With th her clothes in hand, the red head walked to her bathroom and shut the door behind her. This was a Friday, the last day for her work schedules since she was off on weekends for both jobs. Turning on the shower, she held her hand in the pouring water, waiting for it to get hot enough for her liking. When it was ready, she took off her night time clothing, tossing them to the door and stepped inside, sliding the glass door shut. The water felt diving on her skin as she stood there for a moment. Half an hour later The shower turned off and a few minutes after that, Jenna walked out with her towel over her head as she was almost fully dressed. With her hair still dripping wet, she began to slide the towel back and forth until it was damp. Tossing her sleep clothing and towel into her laundry basket, she went and sat down onto her bed putting on her socks. Taking a hold of her black dress vest, she slid herself into it and buttoned it up til it hugged her torso. Since it was raining, she decided not to wear her Converse shoes. Getting up, she walked over to her dresser and took out her black leather boots that went past her ankle and had an inch thick sole to it. Putting her feet into them, she was also looking into the closet as to wear for that night’s show. Grabbing her lucky bag that has a long strap to it, she tossed it onto her bed from across the room. Jenna had a dress and boots that she had just gotten a couple of days earlier for tonight’s show. It was a strapless shimmering black dress that hugged her body. The boots were a soft material that ran up slightly past her knees and tied off at the back.
With dress, boots and her makeup in hand, she carefully put them into her bag and closed it. Jenna didn’t need to worry about grabbing her guitar since it was already in her Vitara convertible. Placing one foot onto the bed at a time, she tied her boots and then put on her medals, pins and FYE name tag. Grabbing her chain wallet that had all of her keys on a clip on, she slid the wallet into her back pocket and clipped the chain to the front of her pants as it hung just under her pocket. Picking up her bag and carrying it out of the room, she started to walk down the hall until she stopped in front of Dana’s room. Knocking on it softly, but loud enough to get her attention. “Hey chica, I’m going to be making breakfast and wanted to know if you want some?” After waiting a bit, she walked out of the hall and out into the area of the house that connects the kitchen and living room together. Setting her bag down onto the table, she went over to the fridge and opened it. Grabbing the carton of eggs, milk and shredded cheddar cheese. Using her hip, she closed the door and set them all down onto the counter next to the stove. Reaching up into the one cabinet, she brought out a small mixing bowl, she cracked four eggs into it, poured milk in, added a little garlic powder and Cayenne pepper powder. Taking a small handful of cheese, she sprinkled it into the bowl and with her free hand turned on the front left side burner. Reaching into another cabinet, she pulled out a skillet and sprayed its surface with buttery cooking spray. Taking out a fork, she began to mix/whisk everything in the bowl together until it was fully blended together. With skillet on the burner, she poured in her mixture.
With a plastic like spatula, she began to cook up a good size amount of scrambled eggs. When it was all ready, she took out two plastic plates and scraped equal servings onto both the plates. Turning off the burner and setting the dirty dishes into the sink and took out two forks from the drain board. Picking up the plates, she carried them to the circular table and placed them on either end of it along with the forks. Going back into the kitchen, she cleaned up and put things away. When that was all said and done, she picked up her smartphone and took it off the charger. Walking over to the table and setting her bag onto the floor as she sat down onto the wooden chair. Unlocking her cellphone, she tapped on the Google Chromeapp and typed in local news. The first thing that came up was that there was an assault that took place in Central Park, leaving a young female battered up. She was only able to say, ‘I-i-it c-came from...the darkness...it ate them...’ supposedly a massive dog came from the ground and devoured her six attackers leaving nothing but a bloody mess and ruined weapons. Taking a fork full of egg and ate it slowly as she read through all the different stories posted.
Last Edit: May 25, 2018 15:05:42 GMT by Jenna Jones
Dana woke up to the sound of knocking. She rolled over and groaned and looked at the clock. 9am? Are you kidding me? Who wakes up this early? She planned to be in bed until at least noon. Dana's eyes rolled over to the door. Her arm hung lazily over the edge. Her sheets and comforters were ruffled and messy. One leg stuck out under the bottom of the blanket. Her toes wiggled in the open air. Rubbing the last bits of sleep from her eyes she groggily replied. "Someahieminanfhfoghghow..." It was gibberish. She wasn't awake enough to function, let alone answer questions.
She shoved her feet out of bed and walked over to the dresser. Dana was basically a zombie. Dana didn't have work until 2. She was a barista at a coffee shop. It was nothing fancy or glamorous but it paid the bills.. Or at least her half of them. Dana grabbed a few clothes and walked into the bathroom. She walked past the bathroom mirror only for her reflection to wink at her. She did not wink, but it didn't stop her mirror image from being chipper and go get them. She never understood how people could be early risers and so chipper in the morning.
She rolled her eyes at her reflection and stepped into the shower. The water rushed over her in a warm calming river. She pressed her hands against the wall and allowed the water to run down her shoulders. She still hadn't told her room mate that she was a mutant. She didn't think she was going to tell her either. Not that she didn't trust Jenna. She did, but.... She had felt that way before. Felt safe in someone's care only to find out what they really thought when she told them her deep dark secret.
Her girlfriend broke up with her, called her a freak just because she was born different. And you think you know a person right? Dana turned around and leaned her back against the wall. The water spilled over her neck and shoulders, gently cascading down her body. She liked to use shower time as thinking time. Now all she could think about was breakfast. With a groan of defeat she turned off the knobs and stepped out of the shower. She headed to the kitchen to be greeted by a yummy smell. "You don't have to do all the cooking." She added as she stepped into the kitchen. She felt bad when Jenna cooked or cleaned. The house was spotless.
Except for Dana's room which was a freaking hazard zone. There was clothes all over the floor like the closet exploded. Half opened make up on the counter and pizza boxes balanced precariously on the edge of a cluttered side table. Dana smiled at Jenna, easing herself into the chair across from her she looked over at a little TV on the kitchen counter. It was on mute but the headline caught her attention. She grabbed the controller and used her fork to scoop some eggs into her mouth as she turned up the volume. "In other news another mutant was found under the overpass late last night. It was apparently tortured before being killed.
Like the others the word freak was carved into it's chest. Police still have no leads.... This brings the mutant death tally up to 10 in the mutant murders that have been sweeping the city this last month...." Dana muted the TV again. her face was a war of emotion. Anger, sadness and a little fear washed over her in a cold touch of panic. She looked to Jenna. "Can you believe that?" She asked with a dreamlike quality to her voice. She looked down at her eggs. Suddenly she wasn't so hungry.
Jenna’s right ear twitched slightly as she heard that there was life in the Battle Zone which was Dana’s room as she kept eating. Eventually the sound of foot coming to this side of the house was hear. Looking up, she saw how Dana looked and smiled. “Well, morning there sun shine. If it wasn’t for this storm, I wouldn't have woke you up so early. And I don’t mind cooking, been doing it for years. Just glad to have company with me for these meals when we get the chance.” Dana walked over to the table and sat down in the chair across from herself, while Jenna swiped upwards now looking at her new schedule for her jobs. Another forkful went into her mouth and was chewed and then swallowed. Dana turned the mute off on the little tv in the kitchen. Jenna didn’t even realize that it was on nor did she turn it on while she was cooking. Turning her head a bit, she listened to how there was another mutant murder under an underpass. It had ‘Freak’ engraved onto their body. A good bit of the body was blurred out because of how gruesome the body was. Shaking her head, she sighed heavily as it brought back a bit of her memories to the surface of her mind. Of how she was called such words by those that she had thought she had loved when she was in school and by bullies. Sighing to herself, she turned away to see so much emotions on her face at once. The question was asked if she believed all of this going on, frowning a bit, she set her fork down. Thinking about what she was about to say since Dana didn’t know that Jenna was a mutant.
Clearing her throat and brushing her hands together, she spoke up. “Well, you know I work at The Underverse a few blocks up the road. I work along side both humans and Mutants everyday. I feel that everyone deserves to have the same rights as anyone else. Yeah there is a few bad apples, but which side of the spectrum doesn’t? There is those that wants peace between each of the sides. What is the point in doing this? It would only start up another civil war on a global scale in my opinion. History tends to repeat itself if no one takes the time to read it and truly understand it.” Thinking about it, she laughed a bit. “Funny how I bring up a topic in school...like I was any of the popular kids growing up...nope, just made fun of for not knowing my true parents and....other...reasons...” she said as she picked up her fork and poked at her food a bit. The urge to eat was gone. Sighing to herself, she dropped the fork down onto her plate as she stood up. Running her hands through her hair, she walked in a circle a bit. The back of her clothing moved in an odd manner, as if something was trying to adjust and get comfortable under the layers of cloth. Letting out a long stream of air, she would say. “There was a report how five or six guys were attacking a mutant and that...something came out and ate them all. The only things at the scene was blood smears, splatter marks, the hurt and scared mutant girl and the weapons they had...which were destroyed with great force. New York is becoming more and more hostile to everyone...” Jenna stopped moving and was looking out the front window watching it rain in a heavy down , layered in sheets of waves. The one thing about the living with Dana was that Dana didn’t have a car. The black haired woman worked from 2pm til closing at a coffee house which she took the subway. An idea came to her mind as she stood there.
“With all of this going on, how about I give you lifts to your work and back home? I get off from work at FYE at 1, so I have time to swing by and pick you up to take you in. Then it gives me some time to spare to get ready to be on stage and probably get myself dinner before that shift.” She turned a bit to look at Dana. Going back over to the table, she picked up her smartphone and slid it into her left cargo pocket by the knee and then picked up her plate. Taking it into the kitchen, she placed the fork into the sink, ripped off a short sheet of aluminum wrapping and wrapped her breakfast up along with the plate. Opening up the fridge and placing it in, she grabbed one of her French vanilla Star bucks coffee that came in glass bottles. There was half a shelf dedicated for them. It was faster than making an actual pot of coffee. Ripping off the plastic wrapping around the cap and neck of the bottle, she spoke it up well for a few seconds, twisting the cap with a slight popping sound. Taking a good swig from it, Jenna swallowed the cold and sweet coffee while looking ahead out the window. It was a dreadful day, especially when one is going to walk out in it.
Dana could see the anxiety washing over Jenna like a hot tidal wave. She stiffened in her chair as she watched her pacing and playing with her hair. Her eyes flicked back to the news, and then back to Jenna. "Woa, woa take it easy. I wasn't suggesting we grab our pitch forks. It sucks. No question about it. Bullshit really." Dana said pulling a cup of coffee into her hands. Despite her shower her hair had a just woke up quality to it. It was diving every which way, still dripping wet from the relaxing rinse of the shower.
When Jenna went on about some mutant eating people in the park she froze. Her eyes widened and she got very quiet. She wasn't the type of person to go out and attack others. But it sounded like whoever was doing it was trying to help someone. At least she hoped it was the case. God forbid there was a mutant out there just gobbling up fuckers for the fun of it. She sighed heavily and looked down in her coffee. She could see a swirling pattern in her coffee from where she had stirred it. She thought about having to walk to the subway in all this shit. The rain, the storm, the attacks. She got a bad vibe from it. Something told her that going out today was a very bad idea. "Maybe I'll skip work. Tyler can cover my shift. Poor fucker will do just about anything for me. He doesn't know that i play for the other team." There was a smirk resting on her face at the thought. Dana didn't like using people, but Tyler was kind of sleezy anyways. Fuck him.
Dana would have gotten a car but it was New York. If she bought a car it would have only been to sit in traffic with the rest of the peons. She had no interest in the daily grind to get two and from her crappy job. She usually just walked to the subway with her earbuds in. No one wanted to fuck with a 5'5 spiky haired chick with a coffee barista uniform. They were vastly underpaid and it carried the same no no vibe as fucking with a postman. You never know if they were going to snap. Honestly she didn't care. Dana was a spitfire in her own right. She looked up at Jenna for a moment... A serious look washed over her plain and cute face. "You really think a war is coming?" The question had been out there for more than several moments, but it took that long for Dana to really think on it.
What if Jenna was right. What if all these killings were leading to something. She had heard talk of mutants who were protesting and taking a stand. It was only a matter of time before things turned violent. She thought about the mutant in the park that ate those people. What kind of powers were out there? There was no way of knowing for sure. All she knew was that the whole thing scared her. Dana pulled her feet up into her chair and wrapped her arms around her legs. She was still wearing pajamas. Despite getting a shower she wasn't ready to face the day and do the adult thing. She didn't pick up on Jenna's hints about being bullied, only that it happened.
She could relate. She was short, and always had to overcompensate for that. Acting tougher than everyone around her. Swearing like a sailor to garner favor with the popular kids. Dana was just looking for what everyone else was looking for. Acceptance. "You go ahead to work. I'm probably going to stay home." Her eyes moved to the window and she watched the rain drizzle down the glass. Her mind drifted to thoughts of her on the news with some abomination carved into her proclaiming she was different. She got chills. This world fucking sucked.
I am never working another double twelve shift again as long as I live! Kelsey groaned as she awoke from what had been a somewhat fitful night's sleep; turning over in the bed, she switched off her Blackberry, cutting the shrill alarm off as she groaned once more and threw the bedsheets off of her. Sitting up in bed, Kelsey - clad only in a long white nightshirt and nothing underneath - slid herself out of bed, taking a moment to straighten up her bed; she didn't make it up, though, right then as she knew, with the next few days off she could let it be for the time being. She had enough on her plate to do around the house as it was.
Sitting off the edge of the bed for several minutes, Kelsey could feel the coolness of the stained wood floor under her feet, sending little tendrils of energy up her legs and through her body, waking her up. Looking over towards the back deck, she could see it raining outside, the dark skies casting a pall over the day to come. A trauma supervisor over at Salem Center Regional Hospital, Kelsey supervised the hospital's Level II trauma center nursing staff; with the exception of very large mass casualty events, there wasn't anything that SCRH couldn't do and those events they sent down to either Yonkers or to NYC-area hospitals in the Bronx. It was hard, stressful work but to a coal miner's daughter like Kelsey Francine McNeal, the pay more than made up for the long hours and stressful conditions.
After a couple minutes more, she slid herself off the bed, stripped off her nightshirt - revealing a very toned, supple yet athletic body - and headed to the shower; turning the water on, she waited for the first hints of steam before stepping inside and showering herself off; leaning forward, she rested her forehead on the tiles and simply let the hot water cascade all over her body, relaxing her while letting her go over in her mind the things she needed to get done today; she knew the Westchester Farmers Market in White Plains would be open, so she made a note to head down and load up on fresh vegetables and organic meats so that she wouldn't have to stop at the grocery store instead; it cost more to do that but the food was better and fresher than what the latter offered. I also need to stock up on olive oil, butter, spices and a few other items, she mused, soaping herself up and washing herself down, from head to toe, and traffic will be a bitch with all that rain outside, knowing from long experience living in the area that any kind of bad weather made driving a lot more difficult than it normally was...but the views are worth the traffic, she mused.
Turning off the water, Kelsey reached outside and grabbed a large beach towel, wrapping it around her as she stepped out of the shower, doing her normally shoulder-length hair up in a light bun. Walking over to a nearby counter, she turned on an old Sangean ATS-808 shortwave radio she'd picked up at a yard sale years ago; despite its' beat-up-to-hell appearance, she had taken it to an electronics store and had it repaired and cleaned up. She enjoyed listening to the local NPR station and being a long-time member contributor to 90.3 WDFH FM, she figured it wouldn't hurt to know what was going on around the world and around America. On the other hand, Kelsey thought as she turned it on and adjusted the volume, given the people in the White House at present, the weather looks better than those dark assholes. Her thoughts' weren't hyperbole either; ever since moving to New York, Kelsey had devoted her life to liberal and progressive causes and ever since the current administration had entered the White House, there were plenty of issues to deal with: immgration, LGBT rights, civil liberties...you could very easily say Kelsey's blood didn't run red but more of a dark progressive red.
After a few minutes' of the NPR hourly news' update, the local announcers' dulcet tones came over the radio as Kelsey was getting dressed - shorts, a sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up and flats - and chilled her blood as she listened...."New York State Police were called to a murder scene in Manhattan today as the body of an individual was found, in a rare request by the NYPD's Manhattan North Bureau. Officials with the NYPD did not comment on the discovery other than to say that the body bore similarities to other murder victims in the..." Kelsey switched off the radio and shook her head, saddened by the news but somehow not surprised in that it fit a disturbing pattern that the Westchester LOFT, an LGBT organization Kelsey volunteered at in the area, had been commenting on the local newspapers. Indeed, as she headed downstairs to fix some breakfast, it disgusted her to think that someone's life could be so casually tossed aside and ended just because they weren't one hundred percent human. It was the same kind of bigoted thinking that allowed society to discriminate against the LGBT community and they were seeing it now being used against the mutant community, many of whom were also a part of the LGBT community. We've still got a common fight to win, Kelsey thought as she decided to change clothes and get her errands done now rather than later; once she was back home, she'd call the LOFT and ask if they needed her to help anywhere in the office or elsehwere as time and space permitted, and we've all got to do our part. Little did she know her life was about to intersect with the storm clouds over New York in ways that would both frighten her...and give her solace and hope for the future to come.....
You might be a Trauma Nurse if.... (a) discussing dismemberment over a gourmet meal seems perfectly normal to you, (b) when a patient presents with a list of medicine allergies you automatically assume they are a drug seeker or a patient of Dr. MacMillan's, (c) your idea of a really good time is Duelling Shock Rooms, or (d) all of the above... - Kelsey McNeal - Trauma Supervisor, Salem Central Regional Hospital
Pulling her phone out, she tapped the screen and saw she had an hour and forty-one minutes til her shift was going to start. Tapping the power button to have it go off again and slid it into her pocket again. Hearing Dana, Jenna would say. “Well no, wasn’t suggesting to start a lynch mob. Like those ever did any good in the dark ages...only caused ‘heads to roll’.” Jenna smiled a bit at her pun that she did about heads. Dana then explained that she was going to call out and have some guy she works with to cover her shift and how she swung for the other team. This made Jenna smirk and said to her, “Your not the only one on that one ha ha ha.” Nodding her head, she took another swig from her cold coffee. “Sounds like a good idea though. Wouldn’t want something to happen to the only person who stayed this long in my home...I’d be heart broken.” Jenna winked at her and pushed herself off of the counter she was leaning on. Walking to the hallway closet, she opened it and took out her light black leather jacket and put it on. Adjusting it a bit until it was a perfect fit on her, she closed the door and walked back. Picking up her drink, she thought about something and then spoke up. “Why don’t you look up for another job? I know you don’t like the one you have right now and you aren’t paid for how hard you work for them. FYE is hiring and they do pay a good bit...just a thought Dana.” Reaching fornher keys, she unhooked her Vitara’s car keys from her wallet’s chain and held it in her left hand, picking up her bag and drink in her right. “Welp, I’m off to work. I’ll be back around two. Lock the doors and if you need it, there’s a baseball bat in my room’s closet.” Walking to the front door, she opened, stepped out and closed the door behind her. Walking down the path to her car parked in front of the garage. Opening her 4x4 vehicle, she put her bag in the back seat and slid inside closing the door behind her.
Putting the key key into the ignition and turned the key. The engine came to life as she shifted the vehicle into reverse. Backing up onto the road and turning the wheel, the black vehicle stopped and was shifted into Drive, and drove forward up the road. Touching the screen of her stereo, she turned it on and turned on her Spotify app. The song came on was The Diary of Jane by Breaking Benjamin. Like any other song, she began to sing along with as she drove. The drive alone was going to take about forty minutes, maybe less if she was lucky. So, music was going to be her friend as she went to work. Rocking her way to a job where she listened to music for an entire shift. Her head swathed from side to side along with the beat of the music as she sang along. Some people stared at her from their vehicles, but she didn’t care. It helped pass the time for her as she drove along on her commute. Along her way, she saw that some cars had hydroplaned themselves either off the roads, into other vehicles on the road, or into parked cars. At a red light, she picked up her phone and texted her boss Michael, ‘Hey Mike, I might be a tad bit late cause of idiots on roads not knowing how to drive.’ Setting her phone down, she took another sip from her beverage and placed it in her cup holder. The light changed to green and she advanced forth, making a right turn and was now a straight line shot to her work. The drive at this point was short and less of a pain in the rear compared to other routes. Pulling into the parking lot, she pulled into her usual parking space. After putting into park, she turned off her windshield wipers and then turned off the car. Grabbing her phone and drink, she climbed out, shit the door and locked it. All but running, she burst through the doors and shook herself off as her hair was now dripping wet again. Taking her jacket off, she head into the back and hung it up. Punching in, she was now on the clock.
Going to the front of the store and behind the register, Mike walked out looking fabulous, as always. He had her til for her register. Once it was in and her code put into the machine, she stood there listening to the music as the radio was put on. Reaching for the box behind the counter, she set it up onto the check out counter and began to go through the orders that the store had requested. It was filled with half of it being the new release rock music and anime that was popular with her generation and younger. Taking the box, she hit the music section first and began to slide all the CD cases into the proper sections they belonged in. Her eyes had seen that there was a bit of a mess...someone decided it was going to be funny to move half of the cd’s around in different sections and spots. Growling tomherself, she set the. Oh down onto the floor and began to organize every single CD, all forty-eight cases, back to where they were. Thankfully morning shift was usually the less busier shift between the two since it took her over an hour to get the rock and metal sections organized again. Rolling her head from one side to the other, she cracked her neck and picked up the box that had the anime in it. Walking over to the anime section, she unloaded all of it into their proper areas. Breaking the box down til it was fully flat, she walked it into the back and tossed it into the trash compactor. As she walked out from the back, she saw that there was a handful of customers walking around. With a smile on her face, she walked to each of them and asked them all if there was anything they needed help with or if they were looking for s9mething in particular. Two shook their heads and said they were looking around, one was new and wanted to know where Disturbed was where Jenna led that person to the Metal/ Metal Rock section. Three were just looking over the anime and video games they had in stock and there was one who was acting a bit, Odd. Reaching to her walkie talkie and clicked the button three times then let go of it as she walked behind the register. Mike walked from the back and looked at Jenna with a puzzled look, he followed her gaze onto the man who just walked around with a trench coat on, fully buttoned. They both watched the guy walk into their religious section and picked up an audio book of the Holy Bible. Then walked over to the check out counter and placed it down.
”Good morning sir, how are you today on this very...wet day?” The man, who was in his early forties just grunted at the question. “Do you have a FYE club card?” He shook his head and said to her in a deep, burly voice. “No I don’t, nor do I want one.” Jenna figured he was having a bad day so far. Scanning the audio book and bagging it, she would say to him. “Ok sir, your total today will be fourteen dollars and twenty two cents.” Reaching into his jacket pocket, he handed her a hundred dollar bill. Her eyes had seen twenties in the wad of money he had on him. Sighing lightly to herself, she broke the hundred, ripped out his reseat and handed him his change with his purchase. His dark beady eyes looked at her wrist and saw the symbol of the Tree of life. Looking at her as he yanked his bag and money away from her. Jenna was taken a back by this hostility. “What do you think of Mutants, heathen?” Raising an eyebrow at the question, she replied. “Well sir, I don’t usually get into conversations about this...but I feel that Mutants deserves to be treated like anyone el-“, “So you support those devils?!? Not only are you a heathen, but you probably sleep with them as well...you whore. Your kind and those...freaks all deserve to be cleansed in the fiery pits of he-“ Jenna clenched her hands into fists as she kept smiling at him. But it was Mike p, her 6’6” boss who came up behind him and slammed the guy’s head onto the counter and dragged him out of the store and tossed him. When he walked back in, he looked at Jenna. “You ok little hot stuff?” With a slight chuckle, she replied. “Yeah, I’m fine...just glad he didn’t see my surprise...Inthink he would have tried to crucify me.” Mike laughed as he walked through the store. Jenna shook her head and tried to keep her nerves to herself. Looking back, she saw the man with the trench coat getting up and was looking at the store cursing it, that it was unholy. It was taking everything she had to not go outside and fight the about 6’1” guy. When went to his car and drove off. It was a black crown Victorian that was used by the police force as unmarked cop cars. Shaking her head, her gut was yelling at her that something bad was going to happen.
Dana said little else as Jenna got ready and left. She reached up and scratched her head. Her feet were still pulled up in her chair as she pulled out her phone as well. Looking up a number to Jenna's work she dialed and waited patiently. Ringing.... Ringing....Ringing....Ringing. "Jesus fuck! Doesn't anyone work at this fuckin... Hiii!!!!!" She said super chipperand overly nice. "My name is Dana Dillinger. I'm a friend of Jenna Jones. She said you guys might be hiring. Is there a way I could come in for an interview?"
Dana's feet slowly slipped down. Her bare feet pressed against the cold tile floor. The voice on the other end of the phone was polite. He said sure... That she should make her way down as soon as possible. "An hour okay?" She asked. The man on the phone said an hour was fine. Hanging up she couldn't help but shake her head. Son of a bitch. Should have asked for that ride after all. Sighing she got dressed quickly and threw on a black tank top and god forbid a skirt. She had on a pair of old tennis shoes and a gray hoodie. When she felt satisfied she was as good as she was going to look she headed out the door locking it behind her.
Dana made her way to the subway. Every creep in New York seemed to be suspsicious to her. It was just her mind running away with her. No one on the street really gave a damn about the short edgy punk rock girl with the earbuds in. She shoved her hands in the pocket of her hoody and walked. Her hood was up over her head as the rain started to pour harder. By time she got there she was going to be soaking wet. Maybe I should have thrown on a white tank top she thought. At least the interview would have been a lot more interesting.
Dana hurried down the subway steps and found her way onto the platform. There was no one around only her and her music. She looked around and got an uneasy feeling washing over her. Like someone was watching her from the platform. In her earbuds her music continued to buzz in her ears. Dana paused it for a moment. She looked around again. There was no one. That news report really got to her. But then again. No one knew she was a mutant. She told no one. The only one who knew was Chelsea and she didn't so much attack her as she did just reject her outright. Dana shrugged it off and turned her music back on.
When the subway got there she quickly got on. She was sharing her ride to the interview with a few random homeless people, but it was better than that creepy alone feeling she just got. One homeless man who was sleeping on the seat beside her looked up from his nap. He reached out with abottle of booze and offered her a sip. Dana smiled nervously. "No thanks champ you need it. All those essential vitamins and nutriets." She said sarcastically.
The man shrugged and went back to sleep. She got off at the next stop and it wasn't much longer before she found herself at Jenna's store. She missed the theatrics with the bible man. She got there maybe in 45 minutes? She had fifteen minutes to spare. She waved at Jenna as she walked in. Looking around she realized she had never seen the store Jenna worked in. It was pretty swifty. "Nice digs. Your boss around?" She asked leaning on the counter with a wink she gave Jenna she could tell she was confused. Then again. It would be pretty cool to be co-workers and roomates.
The phone had been busy after the incident with the strange man who bought the audio book of the Bible. First it was Mike who called the cops to make a complaint and then the phones were ringing constantly. She couldn’t answer it since she was busy with a crowd of customers that needed help finding different items, doing check out and doing returns. When she was fully done with every single customer, Store manager Mike walked out from his office in the back and went to her. “Hey short stuff, I got a couple of things I need to talk to you about. 1st, do you know a Dana Dilllinger? She claims to know you and that you two are friends.” Jenna nodded her head. “Yeah, we are friends. She actually lives at my house with me. I suggested to her to apply here since we are short at hand with Jack leaving from first shift to go back to college.” Nodding his head, “Ok, that’s good. Then you two can car pool it to work. The second part, I’ve seen how you e been putting your all into your job and it hasn’t been taken unnoticed. So...” He reached into his pocket and pulled out another ID tag. It said ‘Shift Manager: Jenna Jones’ and handed it to her. “Congrats Jenna, you earned it and the benefits.” Smiling brightly, she took off her old name tag and put on the new one. “I’ll email you your schedule tonight JayJay. When your friend get’s here, Page me to the front.” Raising her hand up, she did her mock salute with her bright smile as Mike laughed and went back to is office. Minutes later, the door chimed that it opened. Turning her head, she saw and heard Dana. Waving back at her, she would say to her. “Hey chica, Yeah it’s nice here. Very relaxing and the discount helps a good bit too.” Reaching down for her the button for the mic that hanged down from her left ear, she said into it. “Hey Mike, Dana is here for her interview.” No response was heard as doors opening and closing from the back was heard. The 6’6” manager mike came walking up to the front. “Hi there Ms. Dillinger, I’m the store Manager Mike Thompson. If you will follow me into the back, We will get this interview started and out of the way first. Then I will give you a tour of the store since I trust Jenna’s judgement.”
Walking them both to his office, he pulled a towel off of a rack and handed it to Dana to dry herself off as he sat down. Sitting back in his chair a bit, he took out an application with a pen and placed it on Dana’s side of the desk. “Need you fill this out. One of the questions on the sheet asks if you are a mutant. It’s for if you are one and get injured on the job, then we get a hold of a hospital that treats Mutants since some still don’t allow the treatment of such individuals. I think it’s pretty stupid myself, but, hey. We al, had t answer the question as well as Jenna. She to,d me that you two live together as roommates, this will be good since you both will be working on the same shift. So, car pooling, both get home at the same time, ect. Ect. If you have any questions or concerns let me know and I’ll help the best as I can.” While Mike was going over this with Dana, a coup,e of police officers, one male and one female stepped into the store. The male officer scanned the area before walking over to Jenna. Looking at her name tag, he spoke up. “Excuse me Ms. Jones, we received a call from the Store Manager about an incident that occurred earlier this morning? Is he here?” Nodding her head, she grabbed her micbutton and spoke into it. “Hey Mike, the police officers you called for? They are here and wanting to talk to you.”, “Ok Jay Jay, just come to the office and watch your friend while I talk to them.” Looking up at the cops, she would say to them. “He will be up here shortly to help with you officers.” Going from around the counter, Jenna walked towards the back as they both crossed their paths and went to the other’s former location. Walking into the office, she shut the door behind her and sat in Mike’s usual seat. “I’m glad you took my advice Dana. You’ll be making way more money than at the coffee shop...sooo...you need help with any of the questions so far?”
Post by Laura Costigan on May 27, 2018 22:01:57 GMT
NY State Police vehicle belonging to Lt. Laura Costigan - Patrol Commander, Troop K/Zone 2 (Westchester County)
Ahhh, Laura thought as she pulled up to what, in her mind, was the third or fourth accident of the day on the highways and byways of Westchester County, New York, another beautiful day in the neighborhood. Bringing the four-door Ford SUV Interceptor to a stop, Laura - dressed in her NY State Police uniform and wet-weather gear - grabbed her garrison hat and stepped out of the vehicle, walking towards the two-car accident. It was just another day for Laura Costigan, who prided herself on - among other things - not shirking any and all responsibilities sent in her direction; with two of her fellow troopers out sick, Zone 2 was down to an effective nine troopers, including Laura, and so her day began investigating yet another traffic accident...
"1 L 21, Dispatch," her radio blared out as she was in the midst of collecting information on the accident before her. "I L 21, Dispatch," the radio blared out again; keying the mic on her shoulder radio, Laura replied, "I L 21, go ahead," all while continuing to listen to both accident victims.
"1 L 21, White Plains is requesting an SP assist on a possible drunk and disorderly outside the FYE, Summer Street," the dispatcher said, causing Laura to silently groan inside; from her location in the north of Westchester, it would be a good twenty, maybe thirty minutes for her to get there...and that was after she got another State Police unit to cover her current location. How fun, she thought as she keyed her radio mic. "Copy, have 115 meet me here and have United 134 and 122 go ahead and meet with the complainant at the FYE," Luara said, essentially requesting one of her fellow troopers take over the accident investigation she was at and two additional units to assist White Plains officers at what sounded to Laura like a simple drunk and disorderly....45 minutes later....
After driving as fast as she safely could down from the north country into White Plains, Lt. Costigan could see there were already several police cars - marked and unmarked - and a small crowd in the area; blowing out a long breath as she pulled to a stop and climbed out, one of the other officers, a NY State Police trooper she knew was a good trooper in his own right, walked over to her. "What do we got, Simmons?" she asked.
"Store manager called in a complaint a little while ago, saying someone...and no, that gentlemen there in the back of the squad car," NYSP Trooper Jeff Simmons began, pointing towards the back of his unmarked Crown Victoria PI, inside of which Laura could see an individual staring hatefully back at them through the glass. "wasn't one of the ones who he said was harassing one of his clerks inside, using all sorts of foul language, being rude and hateful towards the clerk, et cetera, et cetera," pausing as Laura looked over and said with a light Irish cant, "He looks like a real charmer, doesn't he?"
"Oh yeah," Simmons replied; Laura asked, "How'd he get picked up?" to which Simmons said, "When the original call came in, we picked him up because he matched the description given; you want us to cut him loose?"
"No, hold him for the time being as an accessory; if he wasn't involved, we'll cut him loose him but now? Uh-uh," Laura replied. Quickly sizing up the situation, she gave out her orders to the younger officer. "Alright, here's what I want done. First, get Dispatch to get another trooper down here for crowd control; I don't like the way they're acting at the moment. Second, I'm going to go inside and talk to the manager again, see what happened," pausing as she quickly skimmed over the incident report Simmons had given her as they stood there, "and probably talk to any wits inside, see what they saw. While I'm doing that, have local PD push that crowd back to the other side of the block; I can smell the anger in the air and its' not making me feel good. Once I get done inside, I'm going to talk to the charmer over there, see if he knows who was doing the harassing and whether he knows the perp....that kind of stuff, you know?"
"Anything else, Lou?" Simmons said, using the age-old NY state moniker for lieutenant.
"None that won't keep; let's roll, Simmons," Laura said...
Westchester LOFT - White Plains, NYPulling into the underground parking structure underneath the Westchester LOFT, Kelsey couldn't, for the life of her, get the news of the murdered mutant out of her mind. Although the NPR station didn't have much more news than they had earlier in the morning when she'd first heard the news, it still frightened her enough to change her plans for the day, so instead of hanging around the house today as she had originally planned after coming back from the Farmers' Market, she changed clothes - now she was dressed in jeans, a light gray sweatshirt with her hospital's emblem blazoned across the front over a similarly colored shirt and hiking boots - and headed down to the LOFT in her Bullitt Mustang, trying like heck not to drive off the road, the storm clouds overhead seemingly pouring out everything imaginable in addition to rain.
Pulling into a volunteer parking space in the underground structure, Kelsey turned the key and shut the car off, grabbing her shoulder bag and climbed out, locking the car up and heading towards the parking structure's staircase, taking the stairs two at a time. A long-time volunteer and dues-paying member of the Westchester LOFT, it was almost a second home for Kelsey, a place of solace - besides her house - in a topsy-turvy world.
The reason was simple: after Kelsey had moved to New York state and begun rebuilding her life, the LOFT was one of the few places a young just-out-of-the-closet 18yo like her could feel safe at and as she saved and scrimped and busted her ass to get through nursing school, she began reading as much as she could about the issues and history of the LGBT community and she absorbed as much as she could, taking a copious amount of notes whenever possible and volunteering at every opportunity, so much so that on two or three occasions they'd actually offered Kelsey a paid position w/in the LOFT but each time, she declined, saying she preferred the volunteer side of things as it allowed her to pick her shots, so to speak. Truth be told, she was good at organizing rallies, protests and community events - better at it than the ones on the paid side of the equation, she often joked - and it gave her an anchor of stability that was missing with her family back home in West Virginia.
That didn't mean she didn't ever think about home or her relatives back home but other than maybe one visit to attend her mother's funeral or to visit a few relatives, home for Kelsey was Westchester County, New York, not Summersville, West Va. That didn't stop her older brother, USMC Master Sergeant Clarence McNeal, Jr, from visiting Kelsey at every opportunity, becoming a needed conduit for her to talk to relatives and just as they had when Kelsey was back home growing up, they'd spend lots of time talking about everything, giving Kelsey another way to vent her spleen over their parents kicking her out of the way the way they had, something that still burned Clarence to this day.
As she reached the LOFT's Volunteer offices, she quickly got everyone up to speed on what she had heard, dispelling any and all rumors thrown in the air. "As far as anyone knows, this is the tenth mutant they've found murdered down in the Tri-State Area," kelsey said, looking at everyone, "and while there's no evidence of these murders up here, be careful. Use every appropriate precaution outside but never forget who you are, alright?" pausing as she saw on the LOFT's officials, Daniel Kerelia, waving her over. "I guess you heard the news, huh?" he asked.
"Yeah, I did this morning and I'm still shaken," Kelsey replied; as of that moment, authorities hadn't released the mutant's name or where they lived, but Kelsey kept thinking of what their response should be.... "our friends down in the Big Apple want to organize a protest march involving all of us up and down the Hudson Valley but," he said to her, to which Kelsey replied, "DO they need someone to lead?"
"Why, you have someone in mind?" Daniel - dressed to the nines' in a suit-and-tie that looked perfect for him, she thought - asked her, looking at her quizzically, to which Kelsey said, "I'll do it; I've got the days off to prepare and most of the LGBT groups around the Valley know me from Salem Central so yeah, I'll take the reigns."
"Good, you got three days, Kelsey," Daniel said. For a moment Kelsey wondered if she hadn't talked her way into something she couldn't handle but then asked, "Is that paid position in Community Organzing still open?" remembering the three times earlier they'd tried to get her to join as a paid staffer rather than as a volunteer.
"It is," Daniel said, to which Kelsey said, "Give me three days to get something organized," grabbing a small notepad she kept for notes and organizing info, plus a larger one which she'd need to get everything set. Like most who were good at organizing community events, Kelsey never put anything on a computer whose safety and security she couldn't guarantee. "Oh, and Daniel?" she asked as she grabbed her shoulder bag and began to head for the door. "Tell them if they can meet the salary I'm working at up at Salem Central, I'll take the job."
"Three days," Daniel called out to her as Kelsey stepped out of the office, though he knew she hadn't heard him...like an old bulldog, once Kelsey had the bite of something, she didn't let go until it was done and dusted....
You might be a Trauma Nurse if.... (a) discussing dismemberment over a gourmet meal seems perfectly normal to you, (b) when a patient presents with a list of medicine allergies you automatically assume they are a drug seeker or a patient of Dr. MacMillan's, (c) your idea of a really good time is Duelling Shock Rooms, or (d) all of the above... - Kelsey McNeal - Trauma Supervisor, Salem Central Regional Hospital
Dana took the towel and dried her hair as she listened to him talk. He was obviously gay. This one wouldn't be covering any of her shifts because he was crushing. She smiled as she listened until he eventually left. Dana watched as Mike left the room. Looking back at her application she sighed and picked up a pen and began to fill it out. The first question was easy. Name? No shit. She shook her head and scribbled down her answers like she was filling out a survey. Applications never made any sense to her. What was a piece of paper going to tell you that a face to face meeting wasn't? You could literally learn everything you needed to know about a person by talking to them. Talking to people seemed to be the great lost art of the world.
Dana got to the part about the mutant powers on the application. She thought long and hard about it. She knew that it wasn't right for people to be asking you this kind of stuff on employment applications, but then again. There were some to argue that they had a right to know if they were hiring someone dangerous. She wasn't ready to debate that out in her head just here, but Dana chewed on the end of her pen. She scribbled down her answer and the door burst open. "No, Uh... I don't need any help." She said smiling and covering her paper with her hand.
She awkwardly propped up her head with her hand and tried to look as normal as possible. It was Jenna. Dana had known her for a few weeks now, she felt she could trust her, but they were still pretty much strangers. They didn't know each other down to the soul. They weren't familiar with each other's deepest darkest secrets. A few times a week they had breakfast together and up until this point their work schedules didn't even allow them to be home together that often. Dana smiled at her. Peeking over her shoulder though she could see police in the store.
"Holy shit! What's going on?" Dana asked jumping to her feet. She wasn't here for the scene with the bible man. She didn't know why Mike was suddenly talking to the police. Dana reactively stood up from her chair and tried to get a better look. Leaving her application on the table she had forgotten all about it in the excitement of what was going on. "Did someone get robbed?!?" She asked Jenna, her eyes turning back to Jenna's to see they had landed briefly on her application. The big black letters that said "Yes. I am a mutant."
Dana reached over and snatched her application and held it behind her back. She supposed it didn't to much good at this point. She looked down. Not wanting to raise her eyes to meet her room mates. She supposed she was going to have to find a new place to live now. People say they're fine with mutants in the safety of their own homes, over breakfast and a chat with a friend, but when they find out they're actually living with one.... Well, that's a little different.
Suddenly 'I'm okay with mutants.' becomes 'I like them better standing over there!' "Shit." Dana sighed. She shifted her stance. She didn't like that she was backed in the corner against the wall right now. Her eyes were serious and haunting and a little scared to admit freely the truth. "I'm a mutant okay. I'm one of those freaks you hear about on the news. I'm what everyone is so fucking afraid of." Her voice was cold and hurt and a little broken as her eyes traveled back down to the floor and she bit her lip.
Dana was up and out of her seat as she had tried to hide her application when she had came into the room. She was trying to get a better look at what was going on there, Jenna was turning to look at the surveillance camera until her eyes along with Dana’s landed on the exposed application and she saw the words that she was a mutant. An eyebrow raised up when she saw it. Not once did she expect Dana was one of her own kind, a mutant. Looking up at Dana who looked like she was thrown into the ringer and came out beaten. The all to familiar face of defeat was screaming from her body language and from the sound in her voice. Sighing to herself, she began to go through Mike’s files until she reached her own file and pulled it out. When she heard Dana admit she was a mutant and used the word freak, Jenna shook her head. “I don’t like the word ‘freaks’. I prefer...specially gifted individuals. We are good at hiding how and who we really are...” Standing up from the seat and dropping her file back into the drawer, she decided it was time to show Dana as she walked around the desk. Her skeletal wings came forth from behind her as she began to glow a dull yellowish white glow. The back of her shirt and vest had slits in them so she could have her wings to come out into view. All six Skeletal wings stretched outwards as she stepped up to Dana. Reaching her arms out, she wrapped them around Dana and held her close to her, giving her a comforting hug. All six of her wings would come down and covered Dana with the warm glow of energy that came forth from Jenna. She would say lightly to her, “Why do you think all the roommates I’ve had over the years never stayed longer then a few days? They either weren’t comfortable with saying it up front or they didn’t like what they saw when they barged into my room.”
Taking her one hand away from Dana’s waist, she brought it up to Dana’s chin and lifted her face up from looking at the floor so that they both were looking at each other. “You don’t have to worry about being a mutant...Hell...that female cop out there, she’s one of my ex’s I had in high school and I broke her nose back then for what she did to me with all of my other ex’s.” Taking her arms and wings away from Dana, Jenna would take the moment to take off her shirt and vest carefully so that she was in her bra. She folded her skeletal angelic wings back against her back and slid on the shirt and then the vest. And just like that, she looked normal. Her glowing stopped as well as she stepped back to the seat she was in and began to say. “This place is mutant friendly and if you want it to be left a secret, they will keep their mouths shut. As for your question as to why the pigs are here...we had a crazy guy come in here and caused a scene to the point he was literally dragged out by the faaaabulos Michael and threw him to the curb...quiet literally. They are here to take his and my statements, description, what he drove..the common things.” Kicking her feet up onto the desk, she crossed one leg over the other as she waved a hand for Dana to sit back down. “Please, finish your application Dana. Don’t want you to stand there until your legs go numb.” She said with a joking tone to her voice. Leaning back a bit, she put her hands behind her head as she watched the camera’s feed. Mike was talking to the first two cops and then saw two more cops walking in. But these two were state cops. Nodding her head slowly, she had a feeling that she was going to be interviewed by those two.
Thinking to herself as she watched the feeds, the idea came harder and she turned her head to look at Dana. A smile crept across her face. “Hey Dana, I have an idea. Since we both came out to each other at being lesbians and also being Mutants all in the same day...how about you tag along with me to The Underverse? I’m allowed to bring guests for free...so you can get drinks and food on the house while I’m there. It gets you out of the house and you get to meet new people. All Mutants and mutant friendly people. If they weren’t, then they weren’t allowed in through the doors and it’s mostly an invite only style until you decide to buy a membership or get a job there like I did.” Jenna had her warm and friendly smile on her face as her dark amber colored eyes watched Dana.
Last Edit: May 28, 2018 14:48:26 GMT by Jenna Jones
Post by Laura Costigan on May 28, 2018 17:26:38 GMT
Walking into FYE - nice store, Laura thought as her and Trooper Simmons stepped inside, taking off their garrison hats. "I'll talk to the wits, Jeff; you check the surveillance cameras and get a copy of the video," noticing there were already a couple of local cops inside the store, including one that Laura damn well knew wouldn't know how to be a cop if they breast-fed the wench her daily instructions via carrier pigeon.
Making a beeline for the store manager, Lt. Costigan smiled and spoke to the man, in a voice that while friendly and charming, also gave no pretense of who was in charge of the investigation. "Sir, my name's Laura Costigan, I'm with the New York State Police and I was wondering if I could talk to you about what happened here earlier; I've got some of the basics but if I could get you to fill in some things for me, that would be great," glancing over at the two locals as if trying to say to them subconsciously to scram off. Pulling a pen out from a blouse pocket, Laura opened up her notepad and began talking to the manager, asking him for his name and his position.
Before she could hear the manager's answers at the start, one of her fellow troopers walked inside the store and quietly said to her, "Lieutenant, the crowd's beginning to disperse; what do you want us to do?" After thinking to herself, well that was rude of you, Trooper Shevchenko, she held up a finger to the manager for a moment as she whispered back to him, "Once the crowd's fully gone, you and the other troopers resume your patrol duties; I think Trooper Simmons and I have this is hand. Stay close to your radios, though, in case we need you, alright?"
As the trooper headed back outside, Lt. Costigan apologized to the manager for the interruption. "I'm sorry for that, sir; if you could just go back and repeat what you said there and we'll go from there..."
Dana felt a wave of hot relief wash over her as the tone of Jenna's voice was sympathetic not judgmental. She watched in awe as she stripped down and exposed glorious wings. She had the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch them. They were so pretty. Dana said nothing. She only stood there dumbstruck. There was a soft glowing light around here that Dana just marveled at. It was truly something unique. It was a beautiful gift. Even if she wasn't a mutant herself she would have found it rather cool. She never saw the point in being ordinary when you could be something more. Dana feared for her safety, but it wasn't to say that she was ever ashamed of being a mutant. She just knew the world was ignorant and unaccepting and filled with bigots.
And just like that the display was over. She watched as Jenna got dressed again. Jenna was very beautiful. She was truly amazed at how a girl like that could take her shirt off her not notice a damn thing except what was being her. Still it was better that her hearing "My eyes are up here." That one always made her feel slightly foolish and it had been uttered to her once or twice. "That's amazing...." She said in an awestruck voice. Dana was endlessly curious about Jenna's abilities and how she came to get them. But she held her questions.
Dana wanted to just show he what she could do but there were no mirrors here. There was a glass of water on the table but diving into that wouldn't have been very useful. Dana smiled. "So.. I'm not alone." She said rather cheerfully. It felt good to know that her new room mate was much like her. She didn't feel as awkward around her now. There was a newly discovered sense of bonding that flowed between them. When Jenna sat down she did the same and quickly filled out the rest of her application. It was bare bones really. She couldn't seem to focus on anything. She had just had a major bomb dropped on her.
She noted how Jenna didn't ask her about her mutant abilities. Honestly she felt a little relieved. She didn't feel quite up to sharing them just yet. It was something she barely used in her own life. Even in those quiet moments when she found herself alone. The mirror dimension was a scary place. It wasn't something she just went running off to whenever she got bored. Dana sat there and pushed her application forward on the desk and sighed. She drummed the pencil on the desk looking around. She blew a tired exasperated breath out her lips and admired the office. "This is actually a bitchin little office." She noted. She was never great at awkward silences.
Something about them made her just ramble on. Then Jenna broke the tension by offering to bring her to her club. Dana smiled nervously. "I don't know...." She started. The idea of being thrust into a room full of mutants when there was a crazy mutant killer on the loose didn't sound so great, but she trusted her and even more so now that she found out they were the same. "I guess it could be fun." She said trying to sound hopeful. Dana saw on the application it also asked what your ability was as a mutant. It was a line she missed. Looking at Jenna she smiled again and quickly wrote. "Mirror walking to the mirror dimension." It sounded absolutely absurd on paper.
Dana even turned the paper around so Jenna could get a look. She figured if she couldn't show her she would at least tell her what she did. After all she came forward with her brave expression of honest the lest she could do was return the favor. "Let's do it... I have to finish this interview i think and then I guess i can hang around the mall until your shift is over." There was a smile living on her lips and she was really glad that she decided to come in to FYE today.
Post by Kelsey McNeal on May 28, 2018 22:19:11 GMT
After a few hours' of phone calls, lots of notes and lots of conversations, Kelsey sat back in her chair at the Westside Cafe and closed everything up, satisfied she'd gotten things going a little ways' towards - if things worked out alright - would be a nice-sized protest rally outside One Police Plaza in lower Manhattan protesting what the news was confirming was the 10th mutant murder in the Big Apple and Kelsey knew from long experience that any violence down there eventually made its' way up to Westchester County.
Looking at her watch, she decided to go ahead and take off for the day; as she got up to leave a nice tip for the waitress - a nice, petite woman Kelsey had had a few brief affairs with over the past few years - romantic affairettes' Kelsey called them - and headed outside, noticing that the storm clouds overhead hadn't left quite yet. Blowing out a long breath, Kelsey climbed into her Mustang, pulling out into late-afternoon, near rush hour traffic. As she began heading towards the North Country, she realized she still needed to get that surround sound system for her living room TV and it was either get it now while she was in town or come back in tomorrow and make an extra trip.
With the weather like it is, better to do it now, Kelsey thought as she pulled off the expressway and back onto the surface streets heading south, than have to come by tomorrow, cruising down Boston Avenue at a nice, comfortable speed, remembering that there was a store in the heart of White Plains that was well-renowned for its' speakers and sound systems. Its' not down this street, she mused, pausing as she turned right onto a side street and saw the place, its' bright neon sign blazing in the distance as if all was right with the world, the only indication that something had happened was a little bit of yellow crime-scene tape Kelsey knew all too well symbolized an act of violence or disturbance having occurred.
Pulling up to the curb, Kelsey turned the engine off and got out of the Mustang; still dressed as before - jeans, a light gray sweatshirt with her hospital's emblem blazoned across the front over a similarly colored shirt and hiking boots - Kelsey closed and locked up the Mustang. Walking the half-block or so to the store - FYE, the signs said outside - Kelsey pushed the door open and looked around, noticing a couple of NY state troopers talking to someone off to the side - God, she looks great in that uniform, Kelsey humorously mused, seeing the one tall trooper there as she headed towards the back of the store where the speakers and sound systems were at. Okay, which one do I want? Kelsey thought to herself as she began looking at the systems they had, not sure which kind she wanted but also knowing she neither wanted to bust the bank or go the cheap route either...hmmm, which one do I want? she continued to ask herself as she stood there...
You might be a Trauma Nurse if.... (a) discussing dismemberment over a gourmet meal seems perfectly normal to you, (b) when a patient presents with a list of medicine allergies you automatically assume they are a drug seeker or a patient of Dr. MacMillan's, (c) your idea of a really good time is Duelling Shock Rooms, or (d) all of the above... - Kelsey McNeal - Trauma Supervisor, Salem Central Regional Hospital
