Dr. Violet Halvoni
Don't stop believin'
Great love is wild, and passionate, and dangerous. It burns and consumes.
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Post by Dr. Violet Halvoni on Oct 19, 2011 6:57:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i862.photobucket.com/albums/ab190/kortluvsummer/a-4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable]“In final preparation for landing, please return your seatbacks to the full upright position, stow your tray table, and place all carry-on luggage under the seat in front of you. Electronic devices must also be turned off at this time. Flight attendants will be walking through the cabin to pick up any remaining service items. We’ll be landing soon." The husky voice of the pilot boomed over the loudspeaker just above Lett'ys seat, startling her awake. Reaching into her pocket she retrieved her phone, glancing at the screen with a frown. No missed calls, no texts, nothing. At least, not from Jer. She pouted to herself, Letty was still licking her wounds after the massive fight she'd had with her older brother over a week prior. Some of the things he'd said were cruel, bordering on unforgiveable. To make matters worse, after their argument, he had broken his cell phone, and left her in tears. With no way of contacting him, she'd half thought about tracking him down and giving him a real piece of her mind. Fortunately for him, Letty had gotten a call from a dear friend; singer/song writer, Norah Byron. Apparently Sam had slipped into a coma. Norah had of course, told Letty all about Sam Winchester, though she'd been hazy on the details of some major components of his story. But, Letty wasn't one to pry, she enjoyed privacy as much as the next hunter's offspring. Having already severed her lease on the New York apartment she'd been residing in with plans to take off on another freelance journey, practicing medicine where it was needed, she'd been delighted when Norah asked her to join the band at NYNY Hotel in Las Vegas. Strong drinks, her best girlfriend, and plenty of places to blow some guilt-free money sounded like the perfect remedy for Letty's current depression. "We are now landing in Las Vegas, Nevada." A voice startled Letty, yet again, this time the speaker was a sultry flight attendant. "We know you have a choice when you fly and we thank you for choosing Southwest. Come back and see us again soon.” Stretching her legs, and stifling a yawn, Letty retrieved her overhead bags and exited the plane. She hadn't brought any extra luggage, comas weren't something to take lightly, especially one rooted in a supernatural cause. Sighing, Letty joined the flank of tourists who were attempting to hail down a cab in the city of lights. Letty's blonde hair, blue eyes, and staggering long legs worked to her advantage in these type of situations. Catching a cab immediately, and being the target of pointed glares in the process, she hopped in and directed the driver. "NYNY Hotel, please." The cabby smiled at her, and put the car in drive. "Oh, and, I'm in a rush." She cooed, placing one warm, slender hand atop the man's shoulder. He responded as she had expected, by hitting the accelorater. Letty kept her hand in it's place for the duration of the drive, not that it had been a long one. "Thank you, kind sir. God bless." She patted the place beneath her hand before slipping him an extra twenty and hurrying into the hotel lobby. The place was beautiful, which wasn't surprising on this side of town, where all the higher end hotels were drizzled throughout the strip. She turned in a slow circle, searching for a familiar face in the crowd. Not finding one, she remembered her cell and powered it up again to make a call. It rang on the other end for quite a few minutes, but just as she was about to hang up and try Norah's brother, the teen answered. Letty sometimes found it silly that she related best to someone ten years her junior, but Norah's maturity was far past her years in age. "I'm here." Letty spoke briskly, pausing as Norah replied. "Great! I'll be waiting in the lobby's north sector. See you in a second." [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Hotel Lobby, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada Emotions: Excitement, curiousity, concern. Outfit: White, collared shirt, navy shorts, and a large tote bag. Notes: Letty's first post! Eeeep. [/style] |
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Post by Norah Byron on Oct 19, 2011 14:27:44 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable]A few minutes later Norah emerged from the elevator and looked around for the flash of bright blonde hair that would mean she'd found Letty. When she saw her friend, a huge smile spread across her face and she headed toward her as fast as four-inch Christian Louboutins would allow. One disadvantage of staying in the same place she was performing was that Norah was never allowed to be completely offstage, she could never run down to the lobby for a quick errand wearing pyjama pants and one of Alec's t-shirts or go grab a bite to eat without bothering with makeup. And so despite that she had every intention of dragging Letty back up to her suite for room service and intense catching-up, the singer wore a black and white silk dress that showed a lot of leg and even more cleavage, her hair in an artful tumble and her makeup light but perfect. This was, the label's stylist had assured her, the price of wanting to go out into the world and make music with her best friends while actually getting paid for it. "Letty! God, it's so good to see you!" Norah immediately went in for the hug, whatever else had or hadn't changed in the months since they'd last seen one another the singer was still spectacularly touch-needy. "How was the flight?" She looked around the lobby and got a slightly pained look in her eyes as she realized that a handful of people were taking cell phone pictures of them. The smile never moved, though. Got to be seen as friendly and cheerful. "Let's go up to my room, we can get room service and I'll fill you in before we go see Sam? We can call down to get you checked in so that you don't have to deal with this hassle." She slung a friendly arm around the blonde's shoulders, heard the slight increase in fake shutter sounds going off around them and kept the smile in place until the two of them were in an elevator and alone, then she laughed and shook her head. "I hope you're ready for Perez Hilton to be speculating about whether you're a lesbian tomorrow." This Vegas gig had been incredible in so many ways, it had brought the band up to a whole other level, but Norah was still getting used to the loss of privacy. The redhead leaned back against the handrail mounted to the elevator's back wall and smiled at her friend, smaller and more real than the great big bright smiles down in the lobby. "Thanks for coming. Seriously. I'm so worried about him, and I don't know what else to do for him. We can't take him to a normal hospital, they'll ask what happened and talking about a Wall that the physical manifestation of the concept Death put into his brain to separate him from remembering being tortured by the Devil crumbling away....no. A whole world of no. But I'm scared for him, we couldn't get him to take any liquids last night or this morning and I'm just," she sighed, "scared. A lot." [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Outfit: A black and white sundress, very short (as always) Music: Hold On - Lorica (via KT Tunstall)Notes: Teensy bit of godmodding just to get them on their way up to where they need to be, if you don't want to keep it let me know and I'll change it? [/style] |
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Dr. Violet Halvoni
Don't stop believin'
Great love is wild, and passionate, and dangerous. It burns and consumes.
Posts: 87
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Post by Dr. Violet Halvoni on Oct 19, 2011 17:39:28 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i862.photobucket.com/albums/ab190/kortluvsummer/a-4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Letty hadn't needed to watch for Norah to enter the room, several flanks of independant paparazzi flooded from the street into the lobby, as if they'd been waiting for her to make an appearance. Rising to her feet, Letty easily saw over the heads of the encroaching crowd. As blue eyes met green, she nearly ran a few paces, meeting her friend in the center of the room. "Letty! God, it's so good to see you! How was the flight?" Squeeling loudly as Norah spoke her greeting, Letty lifted the slight red head off her feet during their traditional bear hug. . "It's beyond great to see you too, Nor. Ugh, I've missed you so much!" Tucking a strand of golden hair behind her ear, she turned on the charm for the clicking cameras. She didn't want to be caught cross-eyed or mid blink, and wind up on the cover of Us Weekly the following morning. "The flight was, well, I don't really remember." She giggled, "I slept most of the way." After Norah's suggestion to head upstairs, get cleaned up and filled in, Letty bent down to retrieve the tote she'd dropped whilst embracing her friend. Hearing an increase in the snapping of pictures behind her, she grimaced. Great. Now my ass will be front page news. She silently complained. Standing straight again, she laughed as Norah slung an arm around her shoulders. Now standing at 6'2, with the addition of her heels, Norah was actually taller than Letty. Something Letty wasn't used to, standing at 6 foot in stocking feet. Once they had reached the refuge of the elevator, Norah joked; "I hope you're ready for Perez Hilton to be speculating about whether you're a lesbian tomorrow." Letty grinned, shaking her head slightly and replying with a wink, "I don't mind. Look at you, Norah! Ow ow!" Letty playfully bumped her slender friend with a hip and laughed again. She always found herself smiling when Norah was around. "Wish I'd have gotten the memo about the sexy attire."After the laughter had subsided, Norah's tone turned serious. "Thanks for coming. Seriously. I'm so worried about him, and I don't know what else to do for him. We can't take him to a normal hospital, they'll ask what happened and talking about a Wall that the physical manifestation of the concept Death put into his brain to separate him from remembering being tortured by the Devil crumbling away....no. A whole world of no. But I'm scared for him, we couldn't get him to take any liquids last night or this morning and I'm just," she sighed, "scared. A lot." Wrapping an arm around the teen's shoulder, she pulled her in to rest at her side. "Sh, don't worry yourself, love. I'll look him over soon's I can. Have you had any luck with Lichee and Plum tea?" She asked, realizing shortly thereafter that it was unlikely Norah knew what Lichee and Plum tea was, or where to get it. "I've brought some, a combination of holistic remedies and modern medicine should do the trick. Maybe a few charms to help with the unpleasant dreams he's bound to be having." She frowned a bit with concern, "that poor man. I can't even imagine..." The elevator slowed to a stop, the doors sliding open as she trailed off. "Which way to my room?" [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Hotel Lobby, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada Emotions: Excitement, curiousity, concern. Outfit: White, collared shirt, navy shorts, and a large tote bag. Notes: I don't mind, it was necessary to get the ball rolling [/style] |
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Post by Norah Byron on Oct 19, 2011 18:15:09 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Norah bumped back, smiling in relief at just having Letty here, knowing that something was going to be done to help Sam. Hovering and keeping vigil was all very nice, but actual medical attention was so much more important. "Hazard of the trade, or so everybody keeps reminding me. When I age out, you know, at 22, I think I'm going into a field where you're allowed to wear sweat pants to work every day. Kindergarten teacher, maybe. Or janitor." "You're on the sixteenth floor. Two down from me, but same floor as Sam." She reached over and hit the 16 button despite having already hit the 18. Minor social sin, she wasn't going to sweat it. "And it's been all we can do to get a few ounces of water into him every couple of hours, he's really out. We've been rolling him to prevent bedsores, moving his arms and legs to keep flexibility, because left alone he just lies there like he's..." she wouldn't say the word. "Until the dreams come, which are awful, and the only things that soothe him at all are being physically pinned down and talked down, which only a few of us can actually do it. Something about the familiar voice." She led the way down to room 1630, handed over the keycard to Letty. "You want me to leave you alone for a bit so you can grab a shower or whatever and then meet up in my suite? Or are you good?" Flying always left Norah feeling grubby and fuzzy-headed, it was one of a lot of reasons that she was glad they were still touring in the RV. "There's a lot to catch up on, things I think you need to know before you even go look at Sam. Life is," a wobbly laugh, for a second you could see the tired on her, "very complicated right now." [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Outfit: A black and white sundress, very short (as always) Music: Hold On - Lorica Notes: So much to cover so quickly. [/style] |
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Dr. Violet Halvoni
Don't stop believin'
Great love is wild, and passionate, and dangerous. It burns and consumes.
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Post by Dr. Violet Halvoni on Oct 19, 2011 20:16:12 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i862.photobucket.com/albums/ab190/kortluvsummer/a-4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Letty nodded in response to Norah's statement, "Sounds like it's gotten worse since the last time you called." Reaching in her tote and fumbling her hand within it for a few moments, she retrieved a small violet crystal. "Mm, good. Just making sure I brought it." Extending her hand out, palm up, she displayed the gem for Norah's examination. "It's crystal agate. It should help to mellow him out during the REM cycle. It will at least keep him physically grounded, reducing the convulsions and pain, even if his mind is still reliving the trauma." Putting the agate back into her bag she patted Norah's arm and smiled to lighten the mood, "That, and a whole lot'a liquid morphine." As they exited the elevator, arm in arm, Norah asked if Letty wanted to shower and get cleaned up before heading down to her suite for more details on the situation she had just walked into. "Uhm, yeah. I think I'll freshen up. I imagine I'm simply covered in plane grime." Wrinkling her nose, she thought of all the filthy people who had potentially occupied her plane seat prior to her flight. "What's your room number? Give me oh, an hour? And I'll meet you there."After making a mental note of the number Norah had given her, Letty keyed open her hotel room door and smiled. "Lovely." She spoke aloud, to noone in particular, kicking the door shut behind her. She placed her bags on the floor beside her bed, withdrawing her small laptop and cell phone charger, plugging both essential devices into the wall to charge while she showered. Wriggling out of her cropped, navy shorts and slipping her shirt over her toned frame, she headed to the washroom. The water warmed fast and fell over Letty like a blanket of comfort. She'd always loved taking a shower, there was just something about the vulnerability of being nude, while still feeling safe and clothed by the empowered droplets. Letty had always imagined she would lose her virginity in a place like this. Where she felt at home. No matter where she was in the world, a hot shower brought her the same sense of calm. Realizing she'd been in for far longer than planned, Letty turned the knob with a frown, not bothering to fetch a towel she slid one lengthy, golden colored leg out of the blown glass door, the rest of her tall frame following after. Still warm in the steam filled room, she wiped some of the concentrated liquid from the large mirror to examine herself. Deciding to let her hair air dry to its natural soft wave style, she added just a bit of mascara to her lashes and exited the bathroom. Rifling through her suitcase to find her favorite casual dress, which she paired with a bright red bracelet passed down from her grandmother. Filling a weaved tote with all the medical supplies she may need, along with some herbal teas, her agate crystal, and a few tampons.. just in case, she snatched her cell phone and keycard from their place on the desk and headed up to Norah's suite. One lone photographer stood outside her hotel room, snapping pictures as she walked down the hallway Norah's suite was located upon. This looks just fabulous, I can see the tabloids now "Norah Byron's female lover proceeds to meet her in her top floor suite, with a bag full of toys." As she finally reached the door, she tapped on it lightly, several times, anxious to retreat from the flood of pictures. Norah hadn't been exaggerating when she'd said things were really taking off for her and the boys. I don't know how she does it, there's no way I could be that put together all the time, hell, I didn't even bother to get dolled up my first day in Vegas. The door finally swung open, interrupting her rambling thoughts. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Letty's hotel room, followed by Norah's suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada. Emotions: Anxious, rejuvinated. Outfit: Short, casual dress, red bracelet, woven tote bag. Notes: I knooow. We'll hammer it out. [/style] |
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Post by Norah Byron on Oct 19, 2011 20:54:18 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable]The suite wasn't one of the over the top high-roller/celebrity suites at the top of the hotel's tower. Just a spacious executive suite, with a separate sitting room, a dining table and expanded mini-bar on one side of the sitting room, and a good-sized balcony. Norah was still in the dress as she opened the door and let Letty in, but she'd ditched the shoes and had twisted her hair up into a messy chignon. "C'mon in," she gave Letty a lazy smile and gestured out toward the big french doors that led out to the balcony, where there was already a room service tray sitting on the wrought-iron table. "We're up high enough here to get a little bit of cool breeze off the mountains, and no dust-and-exhaust smell." She led Letty out to the balcony and collapsed down in one of the chairs, stretching out bare legs and resting her feet on the seat of one of the other chairs. The tray on the table held a carafe of iced mint tea, little dishes of tabouleh and a tiered tray of tea sandwiches, and a plate of some particularly decadent looking pastries. Norah was rewarding herself, she'd gotten down under 100 pounds and was thinking maybe she was done losing weight for the moment. Maybe. In truth, from a medical or even a balanced aesthetic standpoint Norah was pushing the edges of dangerously underweight; she was the kind of skinny that looks so good on film but borders on gauntness in person. "I wasn't sure if you'd be hungry, but I missed lunch." And breakfast. Pouring herself a glass of tea and glancing over at Letty to see if she wanted one or would rather pull the bottle of riesling out of the ice bucket. "So before I start burdening you with my tales of woe, tell me what's going on with you? Any word?" She didn't need to call out who. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Outfit: A black and white sundress, very short (as always) Music: Hold On - Lorica Notes: Everything goes better with wine or herbal tea. [/style] |
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Dr. Violet Halvoni
Don't stop believin'
Great love is wild, and passionate, and dangerous. It burns and consumes.
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Post by Dr. Violet Halvoni on Oct 20, 2011 17:12:46 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i862.photobucket.com/albums/ab190/kortluvsummer/a-4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #C71585; width: 500px; height: 558px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Sliding past Norah, Letty stepped inside and glanced around the larger suite, taking in the luxurious feel that Norah had probably gotten used to by now. Her suite back on the 16th floor was nice, but this, this was just... Wow. I wonder what the celebrity suites look like. Golden countertops? Hand painted walls? The shower must be a-may-zing. She daydreamed, following Norah out to the spacious balcony that reasted just outside the large bay style doors on the far side of the room. Upon examining the food array that was already in place, Letty noticed Norah had ordered her favorite; tabouleh. "Don't mind if I do." Letty spoke, snagging one of the milk china dishes from the tray and taking a seat on a sturdy lounge chair. She turned for a moment to fluff the cushion her back rested upon before facing Norah. As the red head poured herself a glass of tea, she mentioned that she had missed lunch. Letty raised a brow, Norah had always practiced such unhealthy eating habits. Even now she looked as if she could break at the slightest of touches. Letty often wondered how Norah held up in the supernatural fold, being so fragile. Knowing any medical lecture she provided would just go unheeded, as it typically did with Nor, she let it slide. Shaking away the troublesome thoughts, she noticed Norah looking at her inquisitively, still holding the pitcher of tea. Eyes darting from the non-alcoholic beverage, to the bottle of riesling resting near the table, she debated which she wanted. Deciding finally to leave the drinking for after she'd finished examing Sam, she retrieved a glass and held it out for Norah to pour some tea inside. As the teen topped off the glass, she asked about Jeremy. Maybe I should've went with the wine. Letty thought grimly. "No. I haven't." She kept her answer short initailly, slouching back in her seat slightly with a pout. "We've never had a fight before, like, ever. This is all so weird. I'm used to him checking in every night, you know? He's so protective, almost too protective. Then, all of a sudden, bam. I mean, I know the fight got pretty out of control, but still..." Rolling her eyes briefly she added, "he thinks what he's doing is for the greater good, fighting evil, saving lives. But I do that too, and I don't risk my own life in the process. You'd think after what happened to ma and dad.." Pausing for a moment, choking back the tears that threatened to make an appearance, she took a swallow of her tea and continued in a tone no higher than a whisper. "I just hope he's okay." [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada. Emotions: Curious, Reminiscent, Sensitive. Outfit: Short, casual dress, red bracelet, woven tote. Notes: All of Lett'ys favorites are present. Bon a petite. [/style] |
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Post by Norah Byron on Oct 20, 2011 17:46:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Norah frowned down into the glass of pale-golden tea. "Okay, I'm gonna put out a watch on him, tell people to see if they can't find him. Just so we know he's okay. And he can't yell at you about snooping, because it's me doing it and I'm a big old busybody anyway." She was already figuring out who she was going to call to start the search, off the top of her head she was thinking Bobby Singer and Joan Muir, then call Dean and Eve, both of them had a tendency to run into everybody in the world at some point. She reached over and petted gently down Letty's arm. "I get being pissed, but you guys are all one another has. Leaving you to worry like this, it's not okay." Hell, Norah got twitchy if she went longer than about twelve hours without touching bases with her brothers, but then she knew she was psychotically overattached. She just didn't care. Picking up one of the cress sandwiches and crossing her legs to get a bit more comfortable, "I understand why they do it, I really do. Just like I understand that I'm not suited to doing it." She shook her head, not sure where she was even going with that thought. Just that she was worried, for Letty and for her brother. "We'll track him down." [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Outfit: A black and white sundress, very short (as always) Music: Hold On - Lorica Notes: Doing her best, here. [/style] |
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Dr. Violet Halvoni
Don't stop believin'
Great love is wild, and passionate, and dangerous. It burns and consumes.
Posts: 87
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Post by Dr. Violet Halvoni on Oct 20, 2011 18:16:06 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i862.photobucket.com/albums/ab190/kortluvsummer/a-4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #C71585; width: 500px; height: 558px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Calming at Norah's familiar touch, the tears behind her eys dried up instantly. Letty was thankful not to've had to reapply her mascara, and embarrass herself. Not that she wasn't comfortable with the girl, in fact, Norah was one of the very few people Letty had let see her vulernable side. Sighing, and smiling through her newly dry eyes she whispered again, "Thanks. I would have had a search party going already, but..." She trailed off, knowing she hadn't needed to finish that sentence. Norah was already aware of the fact that Letty refused to reinstate herself into the social circle of the hunters, aside from offering medical care. Asking personal favors meant expecting to return said favors at some point, which Letty was not willing to accept. "Anyways, what was it you wanted to fill me in on, with Sam?" She refocused the conversation on the middle Winchester, who she knew so little about, aside from legend and what Norah had told her. She'd known his father, somewhat. John had been colleagued with her parents, joining her family's home on occassion during a hunt in her home town and surrounding areas. She'd also been the surgeon called in when he mysteriously flatlined after being admitted for minor injuries. Letty had never forgiven herself for not being able to save him... Clearing her throat she continued, "oh, and, you promised to fill me in with boy-toy details of your love life once we were face to face." Pointing swiftly from her nose to Norahs, she added "I'd say this qualifies."[style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada. Emotions: Curious, Reminiscent, Sensitive. Outfit: Short, casual dress, red bracelet, woven tote. Notes: Shop talk, girl talk. [/style] |
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Post by Norah Byron on Oct 20, 2011 20:02:41 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable]"I've got it covered," Norah promised. "I'll send out word through the grapevine. You know how hunters are, they gossip worse than a bunch of old women." And these days, not that she said it, more of them drew on the caravan's resources than didn't, which put her in a good position to be sending out APBs. She finally took the first bite of that sandwich she'd picked up, using that as an excuse to think a bit, formulate an answer. "Physically he's healthy, or was as of a few hours after he collapsed. He'd had some small wounds, a sprained shoulder from hunting. But Sariel, the angel that's sorta attached to him, she turned up and healed up all the actual physical hurts. But his mind..." she shook her head, "I don't know. His brother, the one who went through something similar, he's half out of his mind. Maybe all the way out of his mind but in ways that aren't immediately dangerous. Everything that the Wall that Death placed in Sam's mind had been holding back came flooding out at once, and God only knows what he's seeing behind his eyelids." Finishing the sandwich and taking a long drink of the tea, Norah looked down into her glass like maybe it had betrayed her somehow and reached over for a wine glass and the chilled bottle of white. The week she was having, she'd take her empty calories from booze over pastries, thanks. "My main medical concern is that he's going to get hurt from being in this...sleep. Coma. I don't know what it is. I did the GCS battery, the best I know how, and he reacts like he's in a GCS 8--E2, V2, M4--but I don't know how accurate that actually is, I'm not a real medic. We can prop him up and dribble water into his mouth and he'll swallow, sometimes. But I don't have any way to feed him, TPN is way out of my pay grade, I don't even know how to insert a PVC tap. The mental and metaphysical damage, I don't even know how to begin to address. The angels keep telling us that he's working through it in his own time, that letting him sleep is the thing to do. Doesn't stop me worrying." [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Outfit: A black and white sundress, very short (as always) Music: Hold On - Lorica Notes: Nothing stops her worrying. [/style] |
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Dr. Violet Halvoni
Don't stop believin'
Great love is wild, and passionate, and dangerous. It burns and consumes.
Posts: 87
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Post by Dr. Violet Halvoni on Oct 20, 2011 22:08:00 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i862.photobucket.com/albums/ab190/kortluvsummer/a-4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #C71585; width: 500px; height: 558px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Trying her best to keep Jeremy from her mind, Letty placed a hand on Norah's knee and gave it a light squeeze, a silent thank you she knew the singer would pick up on. Leaning back in her seat once more, she listened closely to all that Norah had to say about the situation surrounding her soon to be patient. Most of it she had heard already, aside from what had happened whilst she was on her flight, but being filled in on someone's medical state and recent treatments twice was never a bad thing in medicine. Not saying much, she just sat and listened, only interrupting to warn Norah lightly, "Well, I would have hoped you wouldn't try anything advanced beyond your capability. Wouldn't want to do more harm than good. Neural mechanics are a tricky business." Waggling her fingers to lighten the mood to a more relaxed state, she added, "luckily for you, these are arguably the top ranked surgical instruments in North America." Mimicking Norah's actions, she poured herself a glass of wine and sipped it slowly, I s'pose one glass won't hurt."I would tend to agree with the angels on this one, letting this play out is really all we can do, for now. I believe his mind has just slipped into what we call a sleep state, a lighter form of the common coma. Seeing as he can swallow and makes clear movement, though unconscious. During extreme trauma, the mind retreats into itself, taking basic bodily functions along with it." Pausing momentarily, replacing the hand she had previously put on Norah's knee, this time to comfort her, she added, "has anyone administered a catheter? Or have you gotten something else figured out? Depending on how long he has been under, he may end up needing some assistance in that effect, unless we want to add a blown bladder to the list of woes."Finishing her miniature meal, her glass of wine and tea, Letty pushed her tray away and turned back to Norah. "Don't think you're getting off that easy, miss. You still haven't spilled the details about your love life. C'mon, you know I live vicariously through you in that arena." She smiled, also wondering how long they had until it was time to check up on Sam. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada. Emotions: Reassured. Outfit: Short, casual dress, red bracelet, woven tote. Notes: Wrapping up the cram-session. [/style] |
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Post by Norah Byron on Oct 20, 2011 22:31:19 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable]It said something about Norah as a person, and probably said even more about why she was attracted to the kind of men and women who lived the hunter's lifestyle, that she found Letty's declaration that her hands were 'the top ranked surgical instruments in North America' endearing. Mind, the singer had a deep faith in her friend's intelligence and training, but even the EMT-I training that she and her brothers had taken the summer before their senior year of high school was enough that Norah knew that med school plus a short surgical internship at a hospital in Lawrence, Kansas doth not the continent's finest surgeon make. But the redhead liked confidence, she even liked cockiness, which might have explained why she and Ki Amherst were such great friends, and she just grinned at Letty over the top of her wine glass and said, "We catheterized him, his father and me, and do me a huge favor and forget you ever heard me say that because once he wakes up if he thinks to wonder whether I had anything to do with it he'll probably stammer himself into a brand new coma." Another sip of wine and Norah avoided eye contact as she said, "Abiel. He's a phoenix, six thousandish years old, richer'n Croesus, so pretty he doesn't look real. Also very sweet, lovely in bed, and about as perceptive as a brick wall. But I pretty much adore him. He's here at the casino, at least for a few more days, so you'll get a chance to meet him." [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Outfit: A black and white sundress, very short (as always) Music: Hold On - Lorica Notes: You never know who's going to get upset about the news that you're dating a monster. [/style] |
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Dr. Violet Halvoni
Don't stop believin'
Great love is wild, and passionate, and dangerous. It burns and consumes.
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Post by Dr. Violet Halvoni on Oct 20, 2011 23:15:04 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i862.photobucket.com/albums/ab190/kortluvsummer/a-4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #C71585; width: 500px; height: 558px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Rather than cockiness, Letty felt nothing more than secure in her abilities. She'd always been the baby amongst her friends, barely making the cut to enter preschool and graduating high school at just over seventeen. She worked hard through school, and earned plaque after plaque as one of the youngest American certified general surgeons. Not to mention, she was one of, if not the only skilled surgeon with enough knowledge and experience with the supernatural to take cases like this. The fact that she detected a bit of confusion in her friend's understanding, hurt Letty's feelings a bit, but she shrugged it off. She was entirely used to being underestimated, generalized, and stereotyped, and even more used to proving herself. Letty however, trusted Norah, and therefor had faith in her choice of significant others. Though Letty did wish her friend had chosen someone a bit more, well, human. Laughing lightly as she mentioned his performance level in the bedroom, Letty blushed. The subject still made the 29 year old woman feel a tad embarrassed, even after having gone through more sexual education classes and watching more romance movies than she could count. Funny, considering Norah was far less advanced in life than she was. Not that her experience level in that department was suprising, she was a bit of a rockstar afterall. "That's great. He's good to you, then? Outside the, um, bedroom?" She asked, always concerned about the emotional state of her friends. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada. Emotions: Reassured. Outfit: Short, casual dress, red bracelet, woven tote. Notes: I'll let you direct the thread in Sam's direction, since you know where he is and yadda yadda. Oh, and, Letty went through her full medical internship, and surgical residency (of course.) There is no way around that when it comes to being a legally licensed surgeon, which she is. ; ) [/style] |
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Post by Norah Byron on Oct 20, 2011 23:51:38 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i53.tinypic.com/2r3bmu1.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #384214; width: 500px; height: 601px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Norah shook her head, still smiling across the top of her wine glass. "He is, very good to me. Bishop, our hunter-wrangler? Is Abiel's protege-slash-adopted-baby-brother, Abiel sent Bish to travel with us to keep an eye on all us dumb kids as we trundle all over the country. And he's very," a crooked smile, "protective. Mostly in good ways and only occasionally in a maddening old-fashioned male way that makes me want to murder him right smack in the face." A quick low laugh. "But he's a good man. Kind, generous, hell in a fight. He understands about my job, I understand about his, and it only causes bickering once in a blue moon." A pointed glance over at Letty. "How about you? You decided to give mere mortal men a try?" She grinned at her friend, "Honestly, I understand the whole 'wait for the right guy' thing, but how are you ever going to find the right one if you don't go out and at least test drive a couple of the reasonably-okay ones?" [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas Outfit: A black and white sundress, very short (as always) Music: Hold On - Lorica Notes: Flirting is in the blood, she actually doesn't know how to stop. I'm holding off on taking them to Sam until I talk to Shini about what she wants to do with Sam. [/style] |
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Dr. Violet Halvoni
Don't stop believin'
Great love is wild, and passionate, and dangerous. It burns and consumes.
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Post by Dr. Violet Halvoni on Oct 21, 2011 7:35:37 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=style, background: url(http://i862.photobucket.com/albums/ab190/kortluvsummer/a-4.jpg) center bottom no-repeat; outline: 1px solid #C71585; width: 500px; height: 558px; padding: 0px;, bTable]Laughing lightly at Norah's pointed statement, she flopped her head back and groaned dramatically, "I know, I know. I'm just so.. busy." She lied. Having been on the road the past 6 months, travelling from state to state, her schedule had been pretty open as of late. "A guy's just got to be really worth it, for me to take time from work and my constant Jeremy stalking in order to be involved with someone." deciding to pour herself another small glass of wine she added, "And that's a definite yes on the mere mortal thing, really, I don't know how you do it with a phoenix. I mean, what about when you're all old and wrinkly? He'll still be, like, perfect." Furrowing her brow in thought she wondered, "and he has to've added quite a few notches in his belt over, what was it? Six THOUSAND years." She giggled playfully, tossing a piece of her napkin in Norah's direction. [style=padding: 0px 10px; font-size: smaller;] Location: Norah's Suite, NYNY Casino, Las Vegas, Nevada. Emotions: Amused. Outfit: Short, casual dress, red bracelet, woven tote. Notes: Mhmm, Shini wants him to stay comatose for a bit longer, just to drive the rest of us insane xD (and to flush out some other charries.) I figured Letty would look Sam over while he's still under, though. She'd want to watch him in his unconscious state. [/style] |
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