CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 14, 2012 6:59:01 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - IT'S JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS feeling like a freight trainFIRST ONE TO COMPLAIN, LEAVES WITH A BLOODSTAIN- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - It started off like any typical day in the Follower's base. Cato was up and about after throwing back a cup of the sludge they called coffee down his throat, took a couple (or several) pills of medicine to kill the headache from the nasty hangover due to his binge drinking the night before and stretching to ensure he was lithe enough for the tasks ahead. He couldn't believe how slow his reflexes had become since leaving the Legion and assumed living a civilian life had such an affect on him. Here, the Followers were offered a wide variety of protection from the Strip and Freeside, each faction no doubt vying for the affection of the Followers only because they had the good stuff. Cato didn't doubt that somewhere in the mix of all the chemicals the Followers had someone could make some really heavy duty chem and sell on the market for a ton of caps. There was of note too that odd securitron robot that once belonged to House roaming the damn place and certainly kept a handle on things. At least he still had his strength, the only real thing left of pride to him. Not many of his new found peers could boast of the strength he had and they had no shame in asking him to do most of the manual labor around the place. Doing the odd job around the old fort sure beat whatever the hell else he was doing before someone found him and dragged him here....which was absolutely nothing.
The morning lessons started off with a man asking what was to be done if someone had an infected wound to which he would always reply so calmly to chop the limb off. The man stood staring at him, mouth agape and his face scrunched into a look of horror and shock. Apparently this guy was either new to the area or just never paid much attention to the tales his fellow peers told about him and how difficult he was to work with. The trend continued for sometime until at last the man was completely frustrated and left in a huff, a woman appearing a few minutes later. With a look between boredom and lost in thought, Cato listened as the woman he was supposed to be following for the day droned on and on. It wasn't until she nudged him in the ribs that he realized she had probably asked him a question.
"Huh?" "Were you even paying attention?"
He shrugged half-heartily to which the woman groaned.
"Dammit Cato. You're supposed to already be able to do basic stitching." "Yeah, well. We see how well that always goes."
[/color] The woman hung her head at that statement, her anger becoming all too apparent on her face. He couldn't help but smile. He certainly did love giving them a hard time. Of course he could do basic stitching with ease. He practiced every night and it was almost as good as anyone else's. He was just failing because he could. "I dunno how Arcade ever puts up with you!" The woman threw her hands up in defeat. Cato only shrugged and tucked his hands into his jacket pockets, still smiling. The woman reached up and tugged on his ear, going once more over the process he already knew and made him practice on one of the make shift dummies they created for apprentices to practice on. The dummy was made out a sheet and filled with sand, littered with a variety of stitches and cuts from the apprentices and the actual doctors themselves. Cato failed a few more times before he finally caved in to her pleas of 'try really really hard and remember what was taught' and got the stitching right. This was how most of his lessons went on for the morning, the woman's patience wearing thin and becoming frayed the entire time. By the time they stopped for lunch, Cato could have sworn if she had the strength, she would have throttled him by now. "Alright. When you're done with lunch, you report to Arcade. We've decided whether you're really ready or not, you gotta start doing your part in helping people. Not that we don't appreciate what you do for us, but you are a Follower after all." The woman stated to him, pinching the bridge of her nose as she spoke. She heaved a sigh and looked at him as he ate his sandwich of sorts. "You're to help him patch up some of the injured that wandered in today and anything else he may need help in." To be honest, Cato was often stuck with Arcade a lot. The guy sure got irritated with him like everyone else but Cato swore the man had an infinite amount of patience. He always made it a point to listen to the older man out of respect for the patience shown to him. It was the least he could do. Once he finished off his lunch, he began hunting for the man, not that Arcade was hard to miss being the tallest guy in the place. He appeared to be busy doing something as Cato walked over to join him, giving the man a rough shove of sorts as he appeared alongside him. "Reportin' for duty Captain."[/color] He gave Arcade a mock salute and grinned up at him. [/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -DAMN RIGHT I'M A MANIACyou better watch your back, 'cause I'm fuckin' up your progam- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -TAG: Arcade LYRICS: Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff NOTES: AND SO IT BEGINS
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Arcade Gannon
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Post by Arcade Gannon on Oct 14, 2012 11:06:48 GMT -5
Arc had woken up by 4. gotten out of bed by 5, and was with a patient by 5:15. It seemed to him that no one had any sense of respectable time. Who the hell went out and got themselves shot this early in the morning? He'd barely had his second cup of 'coffee', and on most days, he needed three or four to fully wake up. His face pockmarked by stress and his hands covered in blood and God knows what else, he was sent off to someone who was complaining of a violent stomachache. He gave the patient a checkup (after wiping his hands on some sort of material or on someone else entirely) before determining it was appendicitis. Oh, joy.
And so his morning droned on. The removal of that patient's appendix was the only 'fun' thing that happened (surgery was rare as sometimes Arc just had to ask for caps. Who willingly wants to cut another person open?) in the long hours of bullet wounds and blunt trauma. He sort of wished he could brainwash these people into actually having some sort of responsibility for their bodies, rather than flailing about as they wished and getting hurt willy-nilly.
At times he missed his old position. It was simple, it was a bit mind-numbing, but it was there. Being a researcher rather than a top doctor was far less.. tiring. He wiped his brow inbetween patients for a split second, and then remembered he was hungry. It was strange how one forgot about most anything when working this hard. There were a few times when he'd slip up, cut too much or too little, leave in some shrapnel that was more difficult to get out. But so went life on the Wastes. 'Perfection' was nothing more than a pipe dream, or a promise given by some hooker on the Strip itself.
He took a quick break for lunch, downing anything that was edible in miliseconds. Arcade didn't mess around much. He was known to be a bit of a hardass, mostly because he was rarely lighthearted when he worked. It took a lot to make him smile when he was on the job, thinking it was foolish to do anything other than 'work' when he worked. Currently, he was in a tent closer to the back, entitled to some easier work after the rush this morning. He was working with a group of travelers that had been hit pretty hard by some good-for-nothing Raiders.
Arc started to make conversation with a few of them, being witty and attentive. They were only allowed to rest in the fort for so long, before they were flung back out into the wastes to either continue on their journey, or come back with worse injuries. It really seemed like an infinite loop; he could almost remember some patient's names from how often he saw them. He began to fix their bandaging, but a push interrupted him.
He lifted his brows, looking over at the shorter man. "That was rude." Arc spoke bluntly, eyes flicking back to the patient's injury. He slowly unwrapped it, dabbing a cleaning salve over it to hopefully prevent infection; this, of course, wasn't always so effective. It was about 75% oft the time; the other 25% were hard to deal with. "What do you need?" He asked, not aware he had to work with this idiot again.
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CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
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Jacques: CATO IS THE SUPER WHORE OF THE SITE I SWEAR
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 14, 2012 18:48:17 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - IT'S JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS feeling like a freight trainFIRST ONE TO COMPLAIN, LEAVES WITH A BLOODSTAIN- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "That was rude."
[/b] Cato could swear he heard the irritation in his voice and it made him feel giddy. He was on a roll and on fire today wasn't he? He matched Arcade's eyebrow lift with one of his own. He thought of mocking the man but decided to save that for later. He only shrugged once more, clasping his hands behind his back as he leaned forward to see what Arcade was up to. He could smell the strong salve the older man was dabbing on the wound and as he in turn studied the wound, the question brought his attention back to his superior. "What do you need?"[/b] It caused a cat like grin to cross his lips as he glanced slowly over to the man. "What? They didn't tell you?"[/color] He reached over and ruffled Arcade's hair as he continued. "They love you ever so much that they stuck me with you. Again. For the day. I'm supposed to help patch up patients and whatever else you need. That and well, I don't think they want to ruin what a beautiful relationship we've got going."[/color] He teased. Cato thought of dropping to his knees at this point and the image made him giggle a little. "I am ever your willing slave."[/color] He went for a mock bow instead. He slunk around to Arcade's other side, glancing at the other patients gathered and awaiting their turn. "You want me to like start stitching people up or.....?"[/color] He looked back to Arcade for orders. [/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -DAMN RIGHT I'M A MANIACyou better watch your back, 'cause I'm fuckin' up your progam- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -TAG: Arcade LYRICS: Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff NOTES: poor arcade
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Arcade Gannon
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Post by Arcade Gannon on Oct 14, 2012 20:42:27 GMT -5
Cato was sort of.. the village idiot. Sometimes in an endearing way, most of the time in an honest 'what the fuck are you doing' way. Arcade usually took pity on people of such.. low intelligence, which was part of the reason why he tolerated working with him. Now Cato wasn't exactly stupid, but he was rarely compassionate enough to be a doctor. His solution to everything as 'cut it off' instead of actually.. treat it.
Perhaps that was why they sent him to be with him, Arcade wasn't always the most social of breeds, but he didn't mind the company.. as long as Cato behaved himself and didn't kill off any patients he would be alright. He was a little moody, but so be it- he was hot. All attractive men seemed to have attitude problems. For that reason, Arcade remained single, choosing to not have to deal with the bullshit relationships came with. Even though Cato had nice eyes, and nice arms, and a charming voice, he wasn't exactly what he was looking for.
Arc didn't know himself well enough to have a grasp on what he wanted. Currently, he lived in duality, dancing on the dotted line between the Followers and the Enclave. That line was a razor; any one missed step and he'd be severed from one place. His father, or his memories of him, drew him back and back again to the Enclave; while his passion for assisting kept him at the Followers. It was draining, but it was his life. He smiled every once in a while, but a lot of the time it was exhausting. His work was his escape, and even it then, didn't it take more out of him?
Arcade left the infinite loop of his thoughts as Cato spoke. And oh, fuck- his hands were all over his hair. Arcade scowled, reaching up to fix it, put it back the way it was. In reality his hair was too short and fine to mess up much, but it was an nuisance whenever it was played with. He bit his lip, giving Cato a 'if there was no one around your ass would be grass' look. He fixed his glasses self-consiously, alwasy very particular about his appearance, even when situations had no reason to call for it.
"Oh, joy." He mumbled under his breath at Cato's dramatic antics and response. He kind of hoped he'd be alone today, not feeling all too good. He'd had a goddamn headache for a couple of days now, among other things... "There shouldn't be too much stitching. Just rebandage.. I'll follow you around and critique. These people won't be saying much, as they're still in minor shock."
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CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
[AWD:040c17]cqc ? samurai ? toughness[M:-3124]
Jacques: CATO IS THE SUPER WHORE OF THE SITE I SWEAR
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 14, 2012 21:08:07 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - IT'S JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS feeling like a freight trainFIRST ONE TO COMPLAIN, LEAVES WITH A BLOODSTAIN- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - That trademark scowl only made the warm fuzzy feeling grow. He could never understand why Arcade cared so much about his appearance. Okay, he takes that back. He could very much understand, he just didn't see much point as they were going to end up remaining a mess anyway. He returned that scowl with a 'I'd like to see you try' look as he fell silent to listen to his commands for the day.
"Oh joy."
[/b] "It usually is. Someone has to bring sunshine and merriment into your life. You are just waaaaaaaaay too grouchy for your own good."[/color] He gave Arcade a wink. "There shouldn't be too much stitching. Just rebandage.. I'll follow you around and critique. These people won't be saying much, as they're still in minor shock."[/b] "Sounds simple enough. If it's badly infected can I chop it off?"[/color] Cato could have sworn his grin by now was splitting his cheeks in half and he fought from bursting into laughter. He moved over to where the supplies were kept as Arcade replied, snatching up the gauze and some of the salve. Arcade already dealt with one and it looked good to him so he moved over to the woman was near him. The woman had a bandage on her upper arm, the gauze thoroughly soaked by her blood. Gingerly, Cato unraveled it, whistling a tune he heard on the radio since coming to live with the Followers. Something about Frank Sinatra and his voice wooed him. It was like Frank Sinatra knew his life or something, seriously. Setting the used gauze aside, he realized he had forgotten something to use to dab the salve with and uttered a curse as he arose, moving back to the shelf and hunted about for it. He stood on his toes a little to see the back of the top shelf, spying at last the jar of cotton often used for such a thing. He stretched an arm forth, stretching as much as he could to grab the jar. Cato's coat wasn't as long as everyone else's, instead haven been given a coat meant for someone much shorter. His shirt rose as well with the coat, showing a small gap between his jeans and shirt and just the mere tips of some of his many scars peeking through. He kept falling several inches short and though he tried a couple more times, he sighed in frustration and glanced at Arcade, a little embarrassed. "Could....could uhm....hand me the jar?"[/color] Cato pointed with the still extended hand at the item getting on his nerves and still stood on the tips of his toes. [/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -DAMN RIGHT I'M A MANIACyou better watch your back, 'cause I'm fuckin' up your progam- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -TAG: Arcade LYRICS: Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff NOTES: poor arcade
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Arcade Gannon
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Post by Arcade Gannon on Oct 15, 2012 13:37:48 GMT -5
Arcade's brows pinched at the name calling. "I'm not grouchy. I just.." He gave a little huff, wrapping up the patient's wound tightly. He wasn't grouchy. He just wasn't a people person. People were disgusting and clumsy and most of all, fragile. Fragile in ways that mechanics or science wasn't. People died. Perhaps more importantly, people hurt eachother.. all the time. It was only reasonable to dislike them! After what he'd been through, how many people he'd seen hurt, and how many times he'd been hurt himself, he would explain his attitude to others as understandably bitter.
He was pulled out of this thought train with Cato's next words. He gave him quite the glare from behind the rims of his thick glasses, telltale wrinkle forming between his brows as he communicated his frustration with his furthermore furrowed brow. Arc snorted, rolling his eyes. "You really paid no attention during training, didn't you?" He mumbled. Arcade could also be described as.. sharp. He was blunt, sometimes to the point of being rough around the edges. Other people (usually those that were trying to get in his pants) called him sassy. He chose instead to ignore them. He watched Cato go off, letting the metaphorical leash he had on him go a bit further.
If it wasn't for the fact Cato was a spare set of hands, Arcade would have dug in his heels and told him to stay out. However, that would be irrational with the current state of the Followers. They needed everyone they could get, and if it was some half-wit mongrel from who knows where, so be it. He finished checking his patient's vitals in a professional manner, attempting light conversation, but the man was as good as mute.
It was then he noted Cato struggling for something. He refused to let a smirk unfurl across his lips, instead coming up beside him. He was surprised Cato's ego allowed him to ask for help of all things. He snorted softly, reaching it with ease; an almost grace in his lanky figure and long legs. Arc's torso-to-leg ratio was a little off, legs a bit too long for his frame. He tried not to stare at his revealed strip of skin, instead passing him the jar with a straight face.
The scars, however, were not so easy to dismiss. Amused by this daft man and his seemingly sliced=up skin, Arcade gave him a bit of a scrutinizing stare. He spoke next with a sass in his voice that only amplified the way his hips cocked when he stood with his arms folded, as he was now.
"So, where'd you come from, anyway? You don't really seem like the Follower type."
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CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
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Jacques: CATO IS THE SUPER WHORE OF THE SITE I SWEAR
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 15, 2012 18:54:36 GMT -5
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - IT'S JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS feeling like a freight trainFIRST ONE TO COMPLAIN, LEAVES WITH A BLOODSTAIN- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Oh he paid attention. He was just being a douchebag as usual. The Followers, especially Arcade, gave him reactions and each one was hilarious. He didn't care that Arcade viewed him as the village idiot and looked down on him, after all, that was half the fun. He could do stupid things and in a sense get away with it as he could play the village idiot card. He watched as Arcade slunk over to join him, relaxing a little once the taller, older gentleman was closer. He eased off his tiptoes and dropped his arms back at his sides.
The man was as tall as someone he knew. Now and then he wondered what his old friend was up as he hardly seen him since he had left the Legion long before Cato did. The thought made him rub the back of his neck awkwardly and he gingerly took the jar from Arcade. "Thanks."
[/color] He replied, embarassment still apparent in his voice. Cato had begun moving back to the patient but that trademark hip cock of Arcade's caused him to pause and raise an eyebrow. He knew what was coming next, he'd seen Arcade do this multiple times to patients or Doctors that caught his fancy. It couldn't have been his words that triggered this reaction so he had to wonder what had brought this on. He tried to mimic the hip cocking Arcade did so well. "So, where'd you come from, anyway? You don't really seem like the Follower type."Ah....that sass in his voice. Whatever he did to earn this of all things from Arcade, he was thankful it happened. "From a far away land with really nasty monsters."[/color] He teased. He continued to speak as he moved back to the patient, sitting down on the chair Arcade had once occupied. "But in all honesty, I grew up in a bad environment and just didn't know any better."[/color] Cato double checked the wound to ensure it wasn't infected then fished a cotton wad out of the jar, dabbing it into the salve. "Bad kids there got punished and I learned to stay silent after a while and do what I was told."[/color] He carefully began to dab the wound with the wad, pausing now and then whenever the woman winced or flinched. "Naughty little boys didn't live long if they didn't fall in line."[/color] He put the wad aside and fished another one, deciding it was just better to be safe than sorry when it came to sanitization. "I stayed loyal to something that I now look back on and wonder why the hell I ever believed in it."[/color] Cato took a moment to glance up at Arcade with a wicked grin. "You wouldn't have liked me much more back in those days. Believe me when I say you would like me how I am now."[/color] He looked back to the woman and began wrapping the new gauze around the wound. "legum servi sumus ut liberi esse possimus."[/color] Cato finished, giving it a light pat with a small smirk. " 'We are slaves of the law in order that we may be able to be free.' An old proverb he'd tell us whenever we rebelled and said this small motto so very much summed up what he sought to bring to the mojave."[/color] He fixed Arcade with a stare. "Did that answer your question?"[/color] [/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -DAMN RIGHT I'M A MANIACyou better watch your back, 'cause I'm fuckin' up your progam- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -TAG: Arcade LYRICS: Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff NOTES: confession? CONFESSION
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Arcade Gannon
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Post by Arcade Gannon on Oct 19, 2012 9:47:11 GMT -5
It was hard for anyone to emulate the sassiness that was Arcade. Hip tilts, smirks, and sly offhand comments were trademark with him; it was often what made you love him or hate him. His mouthiness had probably been what had made him stuck at researching for so long (that and hi stubborn claims that he was not a sociable breed) as well as his overall snark. Not to say he was atuck-up or unfriendly, he just had a way of saying and doing things that could be seen as a bit sharp around the edges. The war had changed him from mellow to nearly high-strung; the stress of his mere existence added to that.
Understandably when fools like Cato made the work difficult it hit him a bit harder than some of his colleagues. They thought he was joking whenever he complained about Cato, but sometimes- most of the time- it was serious. Arcade had a way of twisting words into that awkward 'should I laugh or should I be offended' grey zone of communication. It was all part of his getup, it seemed, and somehow it all meshed together. He held back a snort when he could see Cato's hips awkwardly twitch in response to Arcade's own stature. Cato was correct about the state of stance and its meaning; it was something Arcade did when he felt affectionate.
His relationship with Cato was stressing, at times mindnumbing, and at others mildly amusing. He lifted a brow at Cato's first response, giving him a 'really?' sort of gaze. And then Cato started talking, and Arcade naturally took his words with a grain of salt, until the last couple of sentences. If Arcade's face could have paled even more than it already was, it would have. Latin, and the description of whoever 'he' was, fit in perfectly with a certain group that made his stomach churn. His steely eyes narrowd in mild disbelief before flicking back to the patients for a moment. "I'm.. uh.. just going to leave that there." He made a physical pushing motion. "I.. think I'm better off oblivious to that."
Arcade turned back to the makeshit cupboards and table beneath them, making light work of cleaning scalpels. Boring, but blood stuck to the blade quite well. His posture was still there, but now it was a little more wary, shoulders hunched in a bit of apprehension. "I speak Latin, as well. Personal study." Arcade mumbled, hoping to give Cato the benefit of a doubt. However, he was still a little... "Fuck!' Arc hissed, having sliced his thumb on one of the scalpels. He moved his hand to hold it, wincing. His skin was so fucking fragile- "Can you get me some gauze, or something, please? It's just over there, I- dammit." He'd instinctively pulled his hand towards his chest, streaking his lab coat with blood. Just lovely.
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CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
[AWD:040c17]cqc ? samurai ? toughness[M:-3124]
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 24, 2012 2:10:38 GMT -5
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"I'm.. uh.. just going to leave that there." He made a physical pushing motion. "I.. think I'm better off oblivious to that."
Cato smirked a little at the way Arcade's eyes narrowed. It was common knowledge to him by now how much the other resented the Legion. But he was still surprised at how long it had taken Arcade to finally ask where he had come from. He moved to the next patient, taking the chair with him, and began unwrapping a man's bandage on his left leg's thigh, his nose crinkling a little at the smell that wafted from it. That couldn't be a good sign.
"I speak Latin, as well. Personal study."
"Do you really? Not a lot of people do so outside of....that faction. I would be honored to hear you speak Latin one day." He grinned. Cato began to wonder how he could provoke the other into speaking Latin in front of him.
Cato began the inspection, noting that the outer edges of the wound had begun to rot. The man had clearly not been taking care of wound and changing the bandage as he should have been. Cato had opened his mouth to begin scolding the man when he heard Arcade hiss, turning around a little to face him.
"Can you get me some gauze, or something, please? It's just over there, I- dammit."
"Yeah, sure. Cut yourself again?" He teased, rising out of the chair to fetch the gauze the other had pointed to. He snatched it up then moved over to hand it over to Arcade. He smirked a little again as he spied the smeared blood on the man's prestine coat.
"What a mess you must have been in your earlier years of study here." Cato chuckled. He patted Arcade on his back and headed back to the patient.
"When you're all nice and bandaged up there Arc, I think I'll need your help over here. I think this guy has the beginning stages of rot."
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Arcade Gannon
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Post by Arcade Gannon on Oct 28, 2012 10:21:29 GMT -5
Truth was, he had initially not cared all too much about the other man's past; where he had been, what he was doing. It was part of the Followers code to question nothing and accept (mostly) freely, whoever came through their doors. However, if Cato was really linked to them, he might have to break that code for a little while. The Legion made Arcade blind with hatred, made the hairs on the back of his neck stand still, made him almost physically recoil in pure disgust.
For now, he looked at his thumb in dismay. Just great. He held it away from him, nearly forgetting about Cato's words. Speak Latin for him? Why? There was an air of distrust around Arcade, his inner skeptic screaming 'dammit fool, this isn't a good idea.' His lips turned from a thin line to a pout at Cato's words about injuring himself again. It honestly didn't happen that much, but it seemed to happen whenever Cato was about.. ever so conveniently.
His steely eyes were almost soft as he looked at the other hand, covering his thumb with his fingers and squeezing it gently to prevent it from bleeding all over the place. "You don't even want to know." He mumbled, applying the gauze to his thumb. He wrapped it around the digit carefully, a lot gentler with himself than with most patients. A tiny whimper escaped from him; he was less than pleased with the fact he'd almost lost part of his hand.
That might be over exaggerating just a little bit, but ah well. He could be a bit of a disaster prophet sometimes. "Rot? Really?" He murmured, although he honestly wasn't that surprised.
People didn't take care of themselves on the Wastes. And if they did, they were likely doctors. Arcade approached the patient with a stern glare. "Sir, I apologize for this, but I can't give you any painkillers for this next procedure. It's your fault, and we're rather short supplied at the moment, so..." Arcade took off his lab coat, disgusted with the dirty blood. He tried to suppress his nausea at the rot, grabbing the tools necessary.
"I'm going to have to carve out what's wasted and attempt to rebandage it. If this had been left unattended, you could have easily been at risk of loosing your whole limb. So grin and bear it, please."
His voice was business-like; he clearly didn't hold too much pity. His eyes shifted to Cato, and he handed him the necessary tools. "Cut around what's rotted and take it out. Gangrene is quite dangerous, so it's essential that everything is taken out. Try to keep bleeding under control... I'd hate to loose a shirt, too."
With that, he promptly tied off his thigh, and waited for Cato to begin.
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CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS
Strip Families
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Post by CORVINUS "CATO" GALENUS on Oct 29, 2012 1:15:27 GMT -5
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He waited patiently for Arcade to come, glancing back now and then at the other as he bandaged his thumb. Cato looked at his backside from head to toe, quite enjoying the view despite the coat being majorly in the way. His mind entertained a few thoughts before he smirked and shook his head a little, knowing Arcade would never go for half the things he thought up. In some ways, Arcade was so straight laced and strict, where as Cato was losing his morals and his discipline. He looked back to the patient as he heard Arcade speak up at last.
"Sir, I apologize for this, but I can't give you any painkillers for this next procedure. It's your fault, and we're rather short supplied at the moment, so..." With Arcade sitting so close and at last removing his damn coat, Cato allowed himself briefly to stare at the other's shoulders and the way they rolled as his muscles worked to remove the coat. Oh good god, those thoughts reared its head again.
"I'm going to have to carve out what's wasted and attempt to rebandage it. If this had been left unattended, you could have easily been at risk of loosing your whole limb. So grin and bear it, please." His voice was business-like; he clearly didn't hold too much pity. His eyes shifted to Cato, and he handed him the necessary tools. "Cut around what's rotted and take it out. Gangrene is quite dangerous, so it's essential that everything is taken out. Try to keep bleeding under control... I'd hate to loose a shirt, too."
"What if I want you to lose a shirt? And are you sure you want to give me that golden opportunity to start chopping off limbs?"
[/color] Cato replied smugly, mischief creeping into his eyes and a wicked grin crossed his lips. He took the tools from Arcade's grasp, his attention turning back to the task on hand. His fingers gripped the scapel a little too eagerly in his grasp as he set to work on removing the rot, inch by small inch once Arcade tied the thigh off to prevent massive blood loss. Cato couldn't help but repeat part of a poem he had read long ago while he worked. "It’s the river of blood. The river of cruelty and pain. The river of blood. The river that flows in vain. The river that will never end. The river full of the dead. The river where they remain silently hopeless. The river where the majority of them bled."[/color] It had been part of a long poem he had often repeated to himself as he marched to the Second Battle of Hoover Dam and while the battle took place. He was sure it would further freak Arcade out a little more and with that in mind, he looked to the man sheepishly. "Sorry. Old habit. You like poems Arcade? I love them and can't get enough of them. Did you hear any interesting ones while staying here with the Followers?"[/color] [/blockquote][/size] - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -DAMN RIGHT I'M A MANIACyou better watch your back, 'cause I'm fuckin' up your progam- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -TAG: Arcade LYRICS: Limp Bizkit - Break Stuff NOTES: Creepy Cato moment? Oh. And This is the poem. I may re-use it again sometime in the future.
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