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| Remembering things best left forgotten. [ open ]; --Medical Pavilion | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 30 2008, 12:24 AM (315 Views) | |
| . Evelyn Baker | Mar 30 2008, 12:24 AM Post #1 |
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Slinging a black velvet purse across her hsoulder, Evelyn Baker shut the reception desk lamp off and ran her index finger across the monthly calender resting neatly on the desktop. Dr. Steinman would be extremely busy tomorrow with four surgeries and nearly a dozen other appointments ranging from check-ups to consultations. Sighing, Evelyn pushed the roller chair under the desk and bid goodbye to her coworkers. Making her way through the Medical Pavilion, Evelyn headed back toward Olympus Heights. She was the only woman in the entire apartment complex that actually held a job, and if it hadn't been for Robert's generosity she would be living under much more difficult cirumstances. Evelyn shook the thought from her head. She would never be able to return in his kindness now. He was only so far away as the surface, but it might as well have been the moon. She would never set foot there again. The choice to move to Rapture hadn't exactly been Evelyn's, but instead it was more like a decision she was forced to make. Sighing, she turned her face upward to the surface and closed her eyes, briefly remembering what it was like to let the warm sun flush her cheeks on a clear summer day back in Florida. Growing up, Evelyn loved the ocean. She would spend entire days either swimming in the salty gulf or sunbathing on the warm sand. Her father had taken to calling her Shark Bait, quipping that she spent more of her life in the water than out of it. As much as she loved the ocean, Evelyn somehow never imagined she'd actually be living at the bottom of it. |
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| . Arthur Bandt | Mar 30 2008, 10:24 PM Post #2 |
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Poking at the Circus of Values machine near the front of the Medical Pavilion, Arthur had been trying to retrieve a first aid kit. He had been told by the doctor that his throat would have to heal on its own -- and he was also told he should pick up a couple kits on the way out and go home and relax. Relaxing was something he definitely wanted to do, but he needed to practice. Sander Cohen wasn't going to take a sore throat as an excuse not to practice. Maybe the man would think otherwise when Arthur got up on stage during a performance and didn't even have a voice at all anymore. With a curt nod to himself, Arthur gently kicked the machine, the first aid kits he purchased falling out and to the ground. Leaning down and picking them up, he settled on a decision. Forget it. He was taking his health packs and he was heading back to his apartment to rest. He had been practicing all this week and the performances weren't for another two or three. Mr. Cohen could wait a little bit, right? He had other people to assist and yell at for perfection. He could forget about Bandt for a little bit. He tucked the kits into the messenger bag at his side and turned to head out of the pavilion when he almost ran into a woman. He realized it was the one from the front desk he had spoken briefly to when he arrived and he threw his hands out in front of him. "Whoops! Sorry about that." His voice was scratchy and cracked a few times as he spoke. Hopefully it would begin to heal within the next day or two. Couldn't have his voice quitting on him now. |
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| . Evelyn Baker | Apr 1 2008, 10:51 PM Post #3 |
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A shove suddenly brought Evelyn back down from the surface and her eyes opened wide in surprise. Nearly falling over, she threw her hands out before her and used the stranger's shoulders for support. "No, no. I'm sorry," she apologized sincerely. Once she regained her balance, Evelyn shifted her gaze to the man's face and recognized him immediately. Not only had he been at the Pavilion earlier, but she also recalled that face staring at her from posters plastered all over Fort Frolic. This man was one of Sander Cohen's protégés and if she remembered correctly, a very promising one. "I was just...thinking and not paying attention. I'm always walking around with my head stuck in the clouds." Evelyn had to stop herself from adding 'or so Mother always said', and instead let a sad smile spread across her face. Her family was always on her mind these days. She hadn't seen them in nearly two years. |
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| . Arthur Bandt | Apr 6 2008, 12:36 AM Post #4 |
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"I find myself doing that sometimes do. Don't worry about it." His voice cracked again, and he flinched at the sound, hoping she didn't catch it. What a way to make a first impression. The light of the Circus of Values machine cast an eerie glow over their immediate surroundings, Arthur's face particularly bathed in a washed out blue. He tried not to let his eyes shift to that clown on the front of the device. That thing gave him nightmares -- with it's big hollow grin and it's makeup caked eyes. And that hat, ugh. Shaking his head, he blinked a few times and turned his face from the machine back to the woman he had bumped into. With his left hand up to his mouth, Arthur cleared his throat and then spoke again, sticking his right hand out in front of him. "Arthur Bandt." |
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| . Evelyn Baker | Apr 6 2008, 04:16 PM Post #5 |
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When Evelyn realized the hand she'd used to steady herself was still resting on the man's shoulder, she jerked it back immediately and apologized again. "Sorry," she said quickly as her cheeks began to flush with embarrassment. Evelyn noticed the crack in his voice as he spoke and could only smile at his quick attempt to cover it. Letting her eyes wander away from his captivating features, she watched a school of gray fish swim by. She still hadn't quite gotten used to that yet, even after living in Rapture for eight months. "I'm Evelyn Baker," she introduced as she turned her gaze back to Arthur. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Bandt." |
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| . Arthur Bandt | Apr 6 2008, 10:36 PM Post #6 |
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"Evelyn. Pretty name." Arthur once knew an Evelyn, and of course the name instantly brought back memories of her. Memories that he quickly pushed out of his mind. "Nice to meet you too. And you can call me Arthur. Or Art even, I..." Pausing, he nodded slowly. "I go by that too." He found himself staring at a random spot on the tiled floor for a few moments before he dragged his attention back to the conversation at hand. Arthur had been losing himself in his thoughts quite a bit lately, which of course wasn't good for practice and the performances coming up. "So where are you headed?" He finally managed to get a question past his lips. |
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| . Evelyn Baker | Apr 7 2008, 12:29 AM Post #7 |
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Evelyn noticed Arthur's momentary distraction and recognized the dazed look that settled across his face. It was one she wore much too often. "Art," she stated with a smile, testing the name as it rolled off her tongue. "And you can call me Evie," she paused for a moment then added, "If you want to." She hadn't been called that since she left Robert at the docks back in St. Augustine. Again she was reminded of his kindness and her inability to repay him. Even though she could do nothing about it, that debt still hung over her head, or perhaps guilt. Blinking rapidly, she once again pushed the memories from her mind and focused her attention back on Arthur. "I was just headed back to my apartment," she explained. Actually she had thought about getting a bite to eat somewhere before hand, but Evelyn hated entering a restaurant and uttering the prase 'Table for one, please'. So usually she didn't, instead opting for a sandwich or leftovers on the rare occasion that she actually cooked something. It wasn't that she didn't know how--her mother had seen to that. The only thing Evelyn hated more than ordering a table for one was throwing away leftovers. Edited by . Evelyn Baker, Apr 7 2008, 12:36 AM.
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| . Arthur Bandt | Apr 9 2008, 10:05 PM Post #8 |
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"Are you hungry?" Arthur swung the messenger bag behind his back and shoved his hands in his pockets. "I was gonna go back to my apartment and rest --" He paused, took one of his hands from his pockets and motioned to his throat. "I was here for a sore throat, I was told to relax." With a slight chuckle, he replaced the hand in the pocket and continued his original train of thought. "I was gonna go back and rest but I haven't had anything for dinner. And there's definitely nothing to eat at my place except some peanuts I swiped from the bar and some old fruit. So I was thinking about stopping to eat at Happy Noodle." |
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| . Evelyn Baker | Apr 19 2008, 03:53 PM Post #9 |
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Evelyn's mouth dropped into a small frown. Happy Noodle sounded great, and she had to admit she was hungry, but with Arthur Bandt? He was one of Mr. Cohen's most prized students and if relaxing was the doctor's order, that's probably what he needed to do. If she did attend dinner with him, he would most likely feel obligated to talk and that would only agitate his throat even more. "Actually, I should be getting home. Tomorrow is going to be a busy day and I'm not really all that hung-" With a loud rumble, her stomach interjected with an opinion of its own and her cheeks once again flushed pink. After a short pause she finally composed herself enough to continue, "Okay. Happy Noodle it is." |
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| . Arthur Bandt | May 11 2008, 11:30 PM Post #10 |
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"Great," he smiled, jerking a thumb towards the exit of the pavilion. "I wasn't really looking forward to going back and sitting around. When I'm told to relax I just get antsy and bored and end up doing something stupid." Leading her out of the pavilion, he shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants and shrugged his shoulders slightly. "I just won't talk as much. That counts as relaxing my voice, right?" His thoughts shot to their route and he plotted the quickest way to Happy Noodle. Arthur ate there so much he knew he should've grown sick of it and hated it with a passion -- but that wasn't the case. He could eat every meal at damn Happy Noodle. Breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was sort of an obsession for him. And he wasn't sure why. There were a lot of odd things about Arthur. Of course, that kind of thing is expected from a pupil of Sander Cohen's, right? |
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