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May 29, 2014 4:18:28 GMT
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Post by ELISE FIERARU on May 29, 2014 4:18:28 GMT
i've seen the world, lit it up  'That would be grand, certainly,' said Alice thoughtfully: 'but then—I shouldn't be hungry for it, you know.'
'Not at first, perhaps,' said the Hatter: 'but you could keep it to half-past one as long as you liked.'
'Is that the way YOU manage?' Alice asked.
The Hatter shook his head mournfully. 'Not I!' he replied. 'We quarrelled last March—just before HE went mad, you know—' (pointing with his tea spoon at the March Hare,) '—it was at the great concert given by the Queen of Hearts, and I had to sing
"Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at!"
You know the song, perhaps?'
'I've heard something like it,' said Alice.
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May 30, 2014 0:44:41 GMT
Post by ELISE FIERARU on May 30, 2014 0:44:41 GMT
 She was only here because she was asked, only agreed so she could play the part she was given. She was meant to play the role of a weapons advancement specialist, but instead she was playing babysitter. How was it that someone, who was meant to work with weapons all day could manage to hurt themselves with the very weapons they worked with. She did not want to be the one to deal with the problem but was made to when the supervisor of the group asked her to. She could not just say no, so she agreed to take the young man that had injured himself to the nearest medical facility. She deemed the injury as not being too bad, but the guy was screaming in pain so much you would have thought that he had cut a leg off, instead of shooting it.
She took him in her car and drove him over to the medical building, since he was inured with a prototype she couldn't allow just anyone to fix him up. Luckily before she left she was given a list of names of doctors that would work under the understanding that they were not allowed to share any information with the public. The doctor that was called to their room, a large room normally used for surgeries. The list said the doctor Fieraru would be good enough, and luckily was available. They did not have to wait long, which was good since the guy was still whining and bleeding all over the floor. Levy paid little mind to what was going on, until finally Miss Fieraru entered the room.
"As you were probably informed, we need you to fix him up, quickly and quietly, as ordered by the military board." Levy really had no more to say, she would stick around to make sure all went as planned and then return to her earlier task.
Timestamp: Early March : A few days before event:altered |
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herp derp
May 30, 2014 0:46:30 GMT
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Post by LEVY LACELLA on May 30, 2014 0:46:30 GMT
I'm not a bitch  |
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