Year/Job
Healer:
Creature Induced Injuries
Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat. |
Alanna
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Post by Hailey Nott on Feb 21, 2024 19:16:41 GMT -8
First floor hall, dawn Hailey's shift couldn't end soon enough. Why had she become a healer again? She couldn't say, must have been momentary insanity, a lapse of good judgment. . . . which had lasted through her last few years of schooling. Honestly the job wasn't the problem, the shifts though. Those could a problem at times because double shifts kicked her arse every time. But only when they ran long, like when she worked a double that didn't end until late morning. But there was something to be said for taking a break and watching the sunrise through the windows after having spend multiple hours stitching some idiot up. Who even thought that petting a quintaped was a good idea? They ate humans! And they weren't even cute. But stitching up idiots was Hailey's job and she'd done the best she could do, man was shredded. Understandably so, he'd tried to pet a quintaped. " Fuckin' idiots," Hailey muttered to herself, one hip resting against the wall, eyes looking out the window, mug of tea in hand. Her break was only so long, then, a couple more hours and she'd be free to head home. You know, assuming no one else tried to pet a quintaped.
Notes: Open to anyone <3
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Year/Job
Healer | Spell Damage
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Post by Cara Duffy on Feb 25, 2024 12:21:51 GMT -8
"The next time someone suggests for you to get some Actromantula venom, I hope you think twice about it," Cara said to the wizard she had just finished healing. The venom was a valuable potion ingredient and Cara knew that there were many who'd pay a pretty price to get it. The wizard mumbled something about trying to before he got out of bed and left. A heavy sigh fell out of her as she stood back up and tucked her wand back in her pocket. Today Lainey and Cara had been floated to the first floor to help out as some Healers had called in sick. Cara didn't mind; it was nice to change things up for once. The brunette exited the room and made her way back to the Healer's station to report off to her preceptor. "Good work," Lainey told her. "Go ahead and take a break. We have a few more hours left." The muggleborn witch nodded and started to move toward the break room.
"Fuckin' idiots."
Cara had hardly caught the words that were uttered as she passed, but she did and she stopped walking to turn to look at the witch leaning against the wall. "Excuse me?" she asked politely. "Are you alright?" The witch looked familiar to her, but the two had never been acquainted on the account of them working on separate floors.
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Year/Job
Healer:
Creature Induced Injuries
Ambition is not a dirty word. Piss on compromise. Go for the throat. |
Alanna
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Post by Hailey Nott on Mar 5, 2024 21:11:29 GMT -8
Inhaling deeply Hailey let the scent of rich black tea, lavender, bergamot, and orange fill her lungs and wash over. Of course that was the moment her peace was shattered by an unfamiliar voice. Given what the other witch had said Hailey could only assume that she was some 'sweet' and 'caring' type who had to be nice and worry about other people all of the time. So, like, not the kind of girl Hailey could ever be no matter how much she'd practiced smiling in the mirror.
For a fleeting moment Hailey considered ignoring who ever had just spoken. But she was at work, and out of the corner of her eye Hailey could see healer's robes so she turned to give the other healer a cordial, albeit tired, smile. "Oh I'm fine," Hailey replied, the bags under her eyes hidden behind a layer of makeup over fourteen hours old. "Definitely better than the wizard I just finished stitch up." She continued with a one shouldered shrug.
Looking the other witch over Hailey could come up with no name to match her face meaning she probably worked on another floor and was merely helping out or passing through, or maybe she'd come down to talk to someone else. "Was there anything I could help you with?" Hailey asked, more out of politeness than curiosity.
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