Mr. Orange (Freddy Newendyke) (
orangetoughguy) wrote in
poly_chromatic2012-05-14 05:17 pm
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I'm running a little late. Can someone back a guy up and--
[Fuuuuuaurughrbkagrhguh. Somebody just hugged him and it huuuuurts. There's a son of a bitch and oh mah gawd and the sound of a heavy fist colliding with a face (not his, thanks). Commotion in front of the hospital get. Huff puff.]
I'm gonna--I'm out.
[ooc: Backdated to around 10am this morning please!]
I'm running a little late. Can someone back a guy up and--
[Fuuuuuaurughrbkagrhguh. Somebody just hugged him and it huuuuurts. There's a son of a bitch and oh mah gawd and the sound of a heavy fist colliding with a face (not his, thanks). Commotion in front of the hospital get. Huff puff.]
I'm gonna--I'm out.
[ooc: Backdated to around 10am this morning please!]

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Come on, let me take a look.
[ Someone else can deal with whoever he just punched. ]
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Fuck man... [First he's aggressive, then he's passive.] It's probably not so bad, just put a bandaid on it.
[Watch out, Bones, he's likely to swing back and forth in mood. That's what happens when Freddy Newendyke stresses out. Looks like the wound itself has popped a suture or whatever it is doctors use to heal stuff up.]
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[ This is in his "no nonsense no bullshit" tone. Whoever the hell discharged Orange and White is going to get hell from Bones anyway, considering the mortality rate for smoke inhalation.
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Take a seat. [ While he washes his hands and snaps his gloves on. ]
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I already stayed the night, man.
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Shirt up, let me see.
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The hell happened to you?
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[This comes after he's been re-admitted and made to stay fff.]
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[Maybe word got around about a fire on Sunday. Maybe not.]
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[Maybe. But Raymond doesn't have the mind to connect the two, at least not yet.]
Where are you?
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[OH STEVE OH.]
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What happened?
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[And your manly protection.]
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I'd applaud the effort to get some fresh air, but the stuff's only good for you when your lungs actually work.
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My lungs are doing okay. I'm talking ain't I?
[Rough in the throat, not in any shape to run. Yep. A-okay.]
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[He taps the file. Yes, him, the guy who most likely got the stitches in in the first place. Helpful things when the alternative is copious bleeding.
It's not really a lecture though. This is routine and Chase is just going though the motion. It's a slight difference from his usual demeanour.]
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Are you gonna tell me I should quit smoking? Cause it's gonna go through one ear and out the other so I dunno maybe you can save yourself the time.
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