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Follow The Leader (2a/?)
Date: 2012-06-14 08:49 pm (UTC)Duncan always thought it was interesting to wake up in the morning when he traveled with Arcade. Usually the Followers doctor would be doing something nice, like making breakfast or taking count of their medical supplies. This, however, was one of those days that he would have rather woken up alone.
Lights glowed orange behind his eyelids, which was irritating since they hadn’t been there a moment ago. He was vaguely aware of pressure around his waist, and the bed was a lot smaller than it had looked, and the sheets didn’t cover his arm. He cracked his eyes open just to see what exactly was going on around him.
A shadowy outline at first and then a smiling face. High cheekbones, thin lips, brown hair and a Mohawk. “Julie..?” He mumbled quietly, and it could have very well been her.
But then he heard the deep-throated laugh and realized that there was no way it could ever be Julie Farkas.
He tried to lift his body but remembered that something was weighing him down at the waist. A quick look alerted him to the fact that it was Arcade’s arm.
Well. How embarrassing.
He quickly scrambled up, which was enough to wake the doctor up.
“Oh boy, I wish you guys could see the looks on your faces! That was absolutely priceless!” The mohawk man was laughing in front of them, bent over from amusement. He looked rather familiar now that Duncan was awake…
“Tomahawk?”
Said man looked up immediately and smiled. “Yep. That’s my name. Reporting for duty, Boss Duncan.” He gave a lazy salute and put a hand on his hip. The other was holding a large tome that was nearly the size of his torso. “Sorry to wake you up so early but we’ve got a lot of work to do, boss.”
Arcade was a person who didn’t like waking up abruptly, so Duncan saw bitch fits in his near future. Instead of curling back into the bed and hoping to die, he decided that he should see what Tomahawk wanted. But first… “Why is your hair like that?”
Tomahawk grinned impishly and shrugged. “My hair is usually like this. You just came around when I wasn’t working on anything. Now come on! Up, up!”
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“Alright, so after this breakfast we’ll get you both checked out by Brick, who’s waiting in the infirmary. After that we’ll go over policies and you can look over our Constitution and Bill of Rights—“
“You have a Constitution? You have a Bill of Rights?” Arcade couldn’t wrap his head around the idea. Duncan didn’t know what to think of it either, but he was getting used to being surprised in this Vault.
“Well of course we do. What do you think this is, some sort of free-for-all drug romp? Actually, the original idea of the Fiends was to draw from the elements of communism, but that was scrapped in favor of a more accepted type of government—democracy. Anyway, we have a separation of powers, with you and the boss as an executive branch, and legislature goes to me, Quick-Pin and Brick. We’ve been trying to work out the kinks in our judicial branch but for now they fall with Cook-Cook, Nephi and Violet.”
Here, Duncan had to stop eating. “Wait, you let Cook-Cook talk about the constitutionality of laws? Are you kidding me?”
Tomahawk didn’t see what the problem is. “Well of course we do, this is a democracy and he was one of the three who signed up for the job. Honestly, the main goal of the Fiends is to maintain a society that can live off of undetermined periods of isolationism. Oh, and to get fucking wasted, that too.”
Follow The Leader (2b/?)
Date: 2012-06-14 08:50 pm (UTC)“And how does your internal trade system work? Are you basing it off of currency?”
“Nope, it’s barter, not even for things of equal value, it just depends on what a person wants. Even though it was nearly impossible at first, this democracy doesn’t really run off of capitalism. We don’t have a ranking outside of leaders and important positions, and everyone just sort of does their own thing. I suppose the only reason we call it a democracy is because we try to be fair about things here, but hey, it’s a life.” Arcade was slowly becoming fascinated by this society. He had that look in his eye that meant that sooner or later, Duncan was going to be pulled aside by the doctor and told of the “right thing” to do.
If this was breakfast, he was worried about lunch.
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Duncan tried to make himself as small as possible, as he usually did when confronted by people as large as Brick was. He and Arcade sat side by side on the medical table, and the infirmary in the vault was actually rather… legit, for lack of a better term. Clean, bright, and Brick was obviously not some hack they shoved into the position of healer. The man cleaned his hands three times before even approaching them, three, and he had even put on a large pair of rubber gloves.
Duncan didn’t know they made them that big before the war.
“Open.” The man said, his deep voice carrying through the room, and like a good boy, Duncan obeyed. Arcade did as well, despite his previous protests that he was a doctor and that he “could do all of this himself.” The hulking Fiend stuck thermometers in each of their mouths, and they closed while he peered into their eyes with an ophthalmoscope. When he was satisfied, he took the thermometers and nodded. He recorded whatever it was he had noticed on a chart.
He went through the basics, blood pressure, heart rate, pulse and lung health, checked the ears and nose and tonsils, Duncan was just starting to get comfortable with the whole thing until he pulled out the butterfly needles. Arcade was the one who freaked out, however.
“Oh, no. No, no, no. I don’t know where that’s been and you’re not sticking it inside of me, no way.” He was right on that one. They were in a vault that housed drug addicts, who knew where it had been?
Brick shrugged and moved over to cabinet, grabbing two unopened sterile bags with more butterfly needles in them.
Maybe the blonde needed something to complain about (he was still long overdue for his bitch fit) or maybe he was being honest, but he had to keep protesting. “Maybe you should let me do that. I’m a tough stick, my veins are pretty small.” The argument seemed to be a little lost on someone who worked with Fiends all day, but people did usually have a better time finding their own parts.
“I can do it.” Was Brick’s gruff reply, and he didn’t leave any more time for Arcade to complain, because he took his arm and effortlessly slid the needle in. While he drew the vials of blood he needed to do… whatever, Arcade tried to speak past his own surprise.
“How…? Nobody ever got it on the first stick…” His eyes were wide behind his glasses, and Brick looked up for a second before returning to his work.
“I read a book about phlebotomy.”
Duncan decided that this was the best check-up he’d ever received in his life.
Re: Follow The Leader (2b/?)
Date: 2012-06-15 02:22 am (UTC)