New wounds and new friends (Tanzy/Jones)

[Jones]

It was a quiet night in the hospital. They happened once in a blue moon, the stars aligned and at least the emergency room seemed fairly empty and uneventful. No gunshot victims, no kids with skateboard injuries, no people with odd objects stuck 'by accident' in even odder places. The night shift nurse happily read her book, a steampunk story about a man, a woman, and another man in a world gone mad when the even occurred. She would tell others later she hadn't even noticed him approach the desk, hadn't noticed him enter and it wasn't just the book. He moved so quietly with no wasted moment. He moved as if he was on a battlefield already. She only noticed he was there when his shadow fell across her book. She looked up startled and blinked at the figure back lit from the lights above him as he slightly bent over the desk. The massive figure seeming huge enough to blot out the sky itself and he placed his hands on her desk details began to swim into view from the darkness he cast.

A head of gray hair, a pair of eyes whose steely gaze looked out from a world of rage and despair, a body which reeked of blood and death. A man whose only hope was death on a battle field. The woman had known soldiers, known vets who had killed and killed but this man. His lack of fear, lack of concern as drops of blood rain down the sleeves of his coat down onto the desk, the only inclination that he even cared was a vague irritation on his eyes above the rage and pain and screams within. This nurse that had been patched up victims from landmines looked at this man and knew fear. Her book fell from her grasp as she looked up at him certain that she faced her own death at this place, at this time. And his voice, the sound of a corpse being dragged over gravel.

"Excuse me miss... can I have my paperwork. I need some glass shards removed from my back."

The nurse blinked for a while. Shocked she still lived, shocked at his genuinely polite tone. Shaking like a life she handed him a clipboard and he took it starting to walk to a chair. As he did she saw his back, bits of glass poked through red tears in his back that peeked through tears in his coat and as he sat leaning forward and started to quickly do his paperwork she noticed not a care was had by him. This was as she suspected... a minor annoyance to him. She waved down an intern and told her.

"Go get Tanzy. Tell her she has a new patient."

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

How boring has it been on a scale of one to ten to the demoness who usually kept herself busy? About twenty or so! Probably waaaaay more since people have actually been paying the hospital promptly enough. Then again, after being the organ fairy for so long, it was surprising it took this long for them to wise up. The hospital didn't like their products stolen and she did their messy little job for them. At least up until people started paying and this demon doctor did more mundane work. Everyone was happy for the most part! Miss Tanzanite more than most since the sight of organs made her smile like the demon she was. Some of the patients and staff absolutely loved the strange woman, others...well...she creeped them out for their own super special reasons....whatever those were.

Personally, the fluffy haired woman who was flipping a strange hour glass upon her desk the moment that new arrival stepped in thought she made a pretty convincing human! So far, most people asked why she was so quick to get from place to place or even how the hello operator she hid so many things in her clothes! Pretty good way to keep her place at the workplace! Trying to count all the grains of sand as they trickled down, it was a way of keeping her from randomly dissecting something on her desk only to sew it back together and watch it skitter off. It came with the territory of a long forgotten thing called standards. Not many demons seemed to have them but eeeeehhhhh whatever! Resting her chin upon her palms and occasionally tapping away at her cheek...this night was so boring she was about to get up and dissect roaches.

LOW AND BEHOLD, there was knock knock knocking at her door! Grinning in a delighted fashion and licking her lips...she hoped it was a naughty little organ thief to sedate her boredom....please let it be someone she could cut open! "Errr...uh...Tanzy....I'm not interrupting anything...right? I mean...you didn't fall asleep counting grains of sand again, did you? ....we've got a pa-" Having the door whipped open and a sugary smile of delight across her lips, she chipperly chimed out, "My oh my~! A patient for ME?! Tell me...does this lost soul's medical attention involve surgery~?"

Slowly the intern nodded since it was downright freaky someone could light up about working with cutting and sewing human flesh or even operation. AND BOY WAS THE FLUFFY HAIRED WOMAN EAGER TO WORK! Rushing into her own personal changing room with a giggle, it was only a minute before swinging the door open to reveal her in white scrubs trimmed in red with little first aid cross buttons. "Ah~! How delighful~! I absolutely cannot WAIT to meet our patient~!" While rushing out looking like she won the lottery of a life time, the intern looks absolutely puzzled...baffled beyond belief... "...how did she get all that hair into the hair net so fast...nnng."

Letting a shudder take its course, just as the intern turned around...the nurse with yellow optics decorated with flecks of orange was nose to nose crouching a bit with a slightly confused smile. The intern stumbled backward in fear as a crash of lightning took place triggering the sounds of a heavy down pour to further butcher the silence. Grasping onto the skiddish mortal's arms she kept the poor dear from falling and coo'd curiously to the girl, "Mmmm...I seem to have gotten so excited that I completely forgot to ask where I need to go....care to fill in the details~?" "Th...the ER...guy wi-" Then she let go and rushed off to fulfill her duties of the evening! After a bit of rushing around, she was just SO HAPPY to have a patient!

This hospital here was just so gosh darn nice, giving her NOT boring patients! What colorful sort of person would she get to examine today?! Turning the corner into the ER with a smile across her lips, she clasped her hands together and looked around for a moment. ...patient spotted! It was an older man with FUN written all over his back! It may not have given her an excuse to say HELLOOOO to his organs, but the glass removal and stitching she had to look forward to? Damn straight she saw this being fun fun fun! "Why hello there, sir~! It appears you have a date with me on my operating table~!"

The way she was smiling and how she said it...just...didn't help on making it sound completely innocent...at all. One of the workers in the background snickered for a bit and another one let out a whistle cause MAN did her way of saying `Good evening, I'm going to help you. Now let's get you fixed up and back to normal` was pretty...colorful...in the suggestive department. While walking over to her new patient, her expression seemed a little more genuinely nice rather than possibly a psychotic lady with strange pick up lines and she used a gentle tone toward the bloodied up man when speaking up once more, "Pay those silly little co-workers no mind, they're probably just jealous I get all the interesting ones and they have to stand around doing nothing...now let's get you acquainted with my operating table, hmmm~?" Resting her hands lightly upon her hips, the lightning decided to crash about in the background not only making noise...but causing the lights to flicker a bit and giving her an eerier-than-usual light about her. The way her body was shaded and the only visible thing were her eyes and pearly white teeth didn't exactly make her seem like some sort of friendly physician. Though...she kept her distance from him...there was something with him that just...well...it was a holy sort of aura that prickled a bit at her skin.

Deep down she wanted to cringe from that...so much...but she didn't falter. Hopefully whatever it was would no longer be a problem when she would acquire the opportunity to make him empty his pockets! Though admittedly, she found it just a bit strange the lights flickered not too long ago...for crying out loud they were hooked up to a generator! Oh whatever, she was a demon who worked in the medical field...not some electrician....

[Jones]

Jones raised an eyebrow as the woman came a beacon of light in a seemingly dreary place. Her white hair flowed like a cloud and she grinned with pure happiness at seeing him. Jones hadn't had a woman who hadn't attempted to charge him for the act of taking off his pants smile at him like that in... far to long. His cholesterol ladened heart beat just a bit faster. His craggy face twitched just a bit in response and his fingers twitched at some distant tactile memory. Meanwhile he brain caught up to his ears finally. Jones stopped and turning on the surprisingly taller woman and stopped her in her tracks by pushing a finger against her forehead tilting back her head.

"Whoa, Slow down miss. Operating table? No. Just... No. If I was in that bad shape I would have... well.. anyways. It's just a window I tumbled through. A dozen or two glass shards that need to be pulled out of the skin and some stiches. Nothing that needs an operating table. I would take care of it myself... I have done it enough before, but my arm doesn't bend too well right now after my... fall. and seeing as doing stitches in a mirror takes forever..."

Jones pulled his hand back and let he swing at his side. It was tender alright, the elbow screaming at him more then usual. Getting thrown through that window had not been pleasant but he had been the one to walk away so... He suppose it all worked out in the end. Another twinge and he knew a couple of his self done stitches and torn open again as a bit more blood dripped down his hand. The amount increasing volume as it poured down. Jones looked down at the splatter and frowned that was almost a pout.

"... This in no way disproved my statement."

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

Normally people had three reactions, reluctantly agree, freak the hell out and run like a bitch, or try to get out of having her care for em'. This was a different reaction, especially from someone as injured as the shiny patient dripping with blood before her. A poke to the forehead which caused the demoness the lean her head back a bit. Sure, she was taller than him by a bundle of inches, but that didn't seem to bother him. OH HO HO AND WHAT WAS THIS! Trying to tell him no operating table?! There was more like a commercial, see he didn't JUST oppose the operating table but claimed that if it was that bad, he'd deal with it himself. Of course, when that amusing banter was done, she flipped her hair and simply laughed out of sheer amusement.

As awful as she felt for his current condition, this stubborn fellow was going to be all sorts of amusing now wasn't he?! "Oh you're such a comedian, yes you are~!" Narrowing those gold and orange eyes being sure to leave a grin played across her lips, her voice was sweet like nectar, "Too bad for you the moment you stepped through those doors and filled out that bundle of paper work...you not only entered the hospital...but you instantly agreed to my rules. Now buck it up, big boy and let's go on a date that leaves you in stitches~" Bringing her hand up to cup his chin for a moment, "Or you can stand here pouting like an adorable, grumpy old man and turn down a little date with a lovely woman who wants nothing more than to mend your wounds tonight~" Swiping her hand away, she casually added on, "Besides, I could hear your home made stitches snapping from a mile away..."

Chuckling after those words, the tall woman spun on her heel and strutted off to her personal operating room while waving her hand, "Empty those pockets and leave your things with the receptionist, will you~? I'd rather not bump into anything making both of us uncomfortable...if you know what I mean~" Providing the world with suggestive dialog underlined in a silky tone to boot, she twirled on into the room and gave him a parting wink before disappearing behind the door. ONCE AGAIN THE SNICKERS OCCURRED FROM THOSE WORKERS DOING A WHOLE LOT OF NOTHING. These guys always got a kick out of how the peculiar woman handled patients. It was different every time!

[Jones]

Jones... wasn't sure what to make of this woman's statements. She kept mentioning this as a date... a date... wow that wasn't something he thought of much if at all. He just wasn't used to a relentless assault on his softer side like this. Sure he had met people that tried to seduce him for reasons, tried to use him, tried to trick him but... his ESP read nothing bad of the situation, his instincts told him she was... safe..ish.. and he had to admit... he was starting to bleed really badly and was feeling just a bit sick from it. The last thing he wanted to do was pass out. He started to follow her till she mentioned 'making us both uncomfortable if you know what I mean.' He had no idea what she meant. It... sounded... odd... was she hitting him? Was this always how she was. He was confused... but he didn't want to show it. Instead with the utmost confidence he went to the receptionist and looked down at her from his height.

"Ma'am"

She looked up at him timidly, he wondered why she was so nervous.

"I need a trash can, and one... better make that two trash bags. And if you can get someone to delivered some scrubs to the operating room I would appreciate it."

He nodded at this. The woman seemed... frazzled and looking at the woman who wanted him for his 'date' on the operating table. But sure enough handed him the trash bags and a small can. Immediately he started taking things out of his pockets, a three foot length of chain covered in hanging metal things and a green... goo... that he hadn't washed off yet. As he looked at it the goo seemed to be boiling where it covered religious symbols, bubbling and burning. He tilted his head at that and shrugging laid it in the can, next came various objects, a box of chalk, wire, a pair of handcuffs, parts of a first aid kit, a wooden stakes, the can shortly filled to the brim. Lighter then he had been Jones pulled off his leather coat and looked at the blood not paying attention to the fact it had revealed his gun as he shoved the coat into a bag.

Jones looked up, saw the receptionist's face and sighed and reaching into the can pulled out his wallet and flashed his ID.

"Ma'am before you call the police I have a license, and before you say something yes I can carry this here I could carry this before the Pope. My clearance is that high."

Grumbling at the interruption Jones pulled off the suit jacket under the heavy coat and shoved it into the other bag fully revealing his shoulder harness and pistol, the ammo in bandoliers. The massive pistol seeming perfectly sized for the large man. Looking down at his blood soaked white shirt he sighed looking at it. He would have to pick up more. It was a bother. Without hesitating he reached for the fabric and ripped it it pieces, the dried blood peeled off, the white soaking farther as he did so, the wet pieces like shed skin as he dropped them into the bags hissing through his teeth at the pain as the scabs were ripped off and fresh red poured down naked skin. The receptionist looked away part embarrassed part sickened and missed what was under the shirt, what the blood was pouring over.

Under the blood were scars, scars upon scars. Burns, stabs, rips, tears, exposure, acid, about any scar type imaginable laid upon that body and upon the scars was the fresh blood. A torn set of stitches on his arm gaped the blood pouring down, The blood in rivulets followed the lines of what was a warriors body, muscle and skin that screamed death to others. Jones didn't pay attention as reaching down he picked up the trash can with his things on it and started walking towards the strange woman.

"... What?"

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

Hmmm...hmm hmm hmm she had everything she needed all set up, didn't she? Quickly glancing around...she knew she could EASILY play some chump as a fool if she were to pull something out of her breast pocket. This guy though, she knew it wasn't going to be as easy tricking him that `OH HO HO LOOK WHAT I GOT IN THERE! WELL WHAT DO YOU KNOW! TEE HEE` was a legit excuse. Swiping some forceps off the table so she could get a start on plucking glass out of his back. Examining them with a stern look, she figured something like these could do the job quite nicely.

Sliding the lovely little surgical tool still wrapped up in plastic for the sake of keeping it sanitary into her pants pocket...since...dressing the way she did on repo duty wasn't exactly professional. While getting out of the room that's when she saw it and her eyes widened ever so slightly....that...religious thing she felt was right there and. OH WHAT THE SWEET LOVING HELL WAS THAT DEMON FLESH?! This guy HUNTED things like her! Okay...she didn't look like anything out of the ordinary aside from her hair but crazy hair was normal for the most part. Casually walking back toward the receptionists desk and keeping a NIIIICE pocket of space between her and the `empty out your pockets` zone cause it made her feel all kinds of uneasy despite how her composure didn't reveal even a sliver of it. Bringing her hand up to her mouth, she let out a somewhat devious chuckle.

Mostly cause she of all demons pretending to be a human didn't want to see the Pope...at all. That guy was a real jimmies rustler for her kind! Moving her hand away from her mouth and placing it right upon her hip, she patiently waited for him to finish up emptying those pockets...or...you know...portable mini vaults with how much stuff he stored in em'. Lightly tapping her index finger while humming some upbeat melody, even she didn't expect what he did next. Cause you know...he ripped his shirt off which caused her to slightly quirk a brow. At least the man's body was like a bloody canvas, but...that receptionist was getting all kinds of flustered. When he asked her what, she just responded with a bemused, "Oooh look, you broke her~! Poor thing isn't used to seeing bloodied up, shirtless men even though she works right here in the emergency room...how ironic is that~?"

Finishing those words in a playful little snicker, she fanned her hand, "Okay dollface, I need you to deliver some scrubs to our room for my patient and get Fabio over there who's just been a lazy little thing to do something useful...such as getting some new clothes, alright? I mean goodness, sending this man back on the street in just a jacket and bloody jeans is plain old impolite so fetch those for me~" Gently snatching up her patient's hand she looked over and gave him a smile sweet enough to give someone high blood sugar. "As for you, let's get those awful shards of glass out...shall we~?" Lightly patting the top of his hand a couple of times before the demoness guided him on over to the room so they could get to work on pulling out what stubborn glass was sticking around in the man's flesh. Certainly some came out but there were still more than enough that needed to get evicted from the home they made in his back. So why was she holding his hand like he needed to be guided like some kinda dog on a leash?

Well the amount of blood he lost WAS quite concerning, from what she knew about mortals...even the tough ones...it wasn't very good at all. Plus if he was feeling faint, it would be easier to tell this way and actually stop him from falling too. Common sense states that collapsing with something stuck in one's flesh was BAD no matter what you were. "Of course, I could always carry you over if you feel too light headed for our little stroll~" The little room wasn't far away at all, but at least she gave him that offer and was nice about it too without so much as a hint of sarcasm.

[Jones]

Jones was in pain, and true he could feel the toll blood loss was inflicting but there were standards, there were always standards. Holding his trash can full of... things against him and satisfied things wouldn't slip away he straightened to his full height which... was still shorter then this woman... that was not an average thing for him... and strode confidently in the direction she had wanted him to go. As he did he spoke briefly.

"I will walk, I will crawl, but I will not be carried."

As it was he still couldn't figure this woman out. He was half naked, had a massive revolver at this side, had a group of beyond odd items in a trash can and... he still had the feeling she was possibly flirting with him. Which... couldn't be. I mean he wasn't delusional. He wasn't a pretty man. And his scars tended to terrify people on their own plus the gun and the chain... she was probably just being nice to avoid being killed or something. People tended be... more respectful after they saw the scars.... but she hadn't even blinked at them. He didn't know what to think as he entered the operating room and placed his can on a cabinet and pulling out a small bottle of pills opened it and down six of them before taking his holster off and setting it on the table itself as he sat on the table next to his 'old friend' Cracking his neck once to prepare for the pain he cursed himself for not taking a slug out of his hip flask as he said.

"No anesthesia. I will do this awake and aware."

He swallowed a bit. Hating this part of being a paranoid old man but... it was how he was.

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

OH REALLY, he would CRAWL with all those injuries and glass sticking out of his back rather than be carried?! Letting out a little chortle at that remark an let go of his hand since mister stubborn over here had pride issues in large enough supply to be sold at some warehouse in bulk! Keeping him locked in her sights at the corner of her eye, the moment he needed help, she didn't give a rat's ass if he had pride to save. If this guy needed to be scooped up like a princess she would carry him kicking and complaining. That wasn't the case though, so it's not like this twisted demon in human flesh had much time to have humorous thoughts of herself dolled up like a foo-foo prince and the bloodied up mortal as the world's most masculine princess. Reaching into her pocket and pulling out a string, she was quick to tie her mess of hair up in a huge pony tail and narrowed her eyes ever so slightly while continuing to grin. This night was going to be perfectly void of dull moments.

Flashing off her pearly whites while finishing up the bow, in a fluid motion she opened up the door and pranced on in. FINALLY THE MOMENT HAS ARRIVED WHERE SHE GETS TO PLUCK SOME GLASS AN SEW SOME FLESH! Deep down she wanted to let out a diabolical, victorious laugh but no no, that would have to wait! THERE WAS WORK TO DO! ...wait. Did she not win the day yet? Tucking her bangs behind her ear and then...her eyebrow quirked up at the sight she had to behold. six pills downed in one quick swig. Not one, not two, not three...but SIX!

There was something wrong with this picture. When seemingly smart people do something considerably stupid...something is WRONG in more ways than one. "Well well well...you didn't really give yourself many choices on the delicate matter, did you?" Though the amber eyed nurse still kept a kind enough tone, it was almost underlined in disappointment as she whipped out the forceps from her pocket and peeled off the plastic. "Consuming oh so many painkillers, if I were to use some good ol' anesthesia...well...long story short you could die. Sounds to me you're forcing my hand on making you endure all this pain like some sort of sadomasochist~"

Whilst cooing out the last bundle of words before whisking around to grab a metal bowl before plopping it down next to him. "Now be sure to hold still, unless of course you want to spend all night with me on this operating table~" Letting out a bemused chuckle, she oh so very carefully got to work at plucking out the shards of glass stuck in his flesh. Ah yes...another heavy dose of suggestive statements despite what she actually meant. Anyway, last thing she wanted to do was cause any bit of trauma and send him into shock. "Ah...if you need a little break, be sure to let me know if I should...." OH A STUBBORN PIECE OF GLASS! No obstacle gets in the way of Tanaznite the organ obsessed medical demon! Leaning a bit closer, she glared at the stubborn chunk which was oddly shaped much like a fish hook.

Delicately as she could, she reached over to the tray for another pair of forceps and used it to gently pluck it out. "...stop...give you a moment to recompose your stubborn self...does that little request of mine sound fair enough to you~?" Finishing up her sentence with a sly little grin. Victorious against that particular glassy foe, she ker-plopped it right along with its fellow minions of flesh cutting doom. Leaning over, she flashed off a pearly white smile since she was quite proud of herself for a moment and shifted her attention to his back and...proceeded continuing the first step of her work.

[Jones]

Jones's face hardly moved as she first started going at the glass embedded in his back. Only someone used to him would probably notice the tightening of his jaw, and a tensing of his neck. He kept his sight focused on the wall opposite him as the metal probes dug and twisted. He had to admit that her touch was more... delicate then most. There was no wasted motions, no hesitation. Over the past decade or so Jones had been patched up many times, by himself, by amateurs, and my professionals and as she dropped another piece of glass into a plate with a tink. To distract his mind he thought on his encounter thus far with this... unusual woman. So far it seemed... was she... he had to ask. Once again he wished he could reach for a cigarette, a bit of nicotine would make things more bearable, more survivable but even if he wasn't sure she would firmly but politely taken away the cig his supply had gotten soaked by demon ooze and his own blood. So instead he turned his head the barest amount possible to avoid interfering and yet far enough he could see her.

His mouth shifted, a almost smile that seemed panicked to find itself in unfamiliar territory. Though the slight smile did lessen the harshness of his face but it was less the confident smile he hoped and more the smile a wolverine gave someone as they poked him with a stick. It was... awkward looking on the old man.

"So tell me ma'am. Do you flirt with every man who~"

A slight hiss came between his teeth as a particularly hooked piece of glass was taken out.

"Is dragged through the doors or do you just make an exception for guys who come with free glass shards in them."

He hoped she wouldn't be insulted he asked but still the certainty of rejection would be better then the confusion. He just... didn't have the patience of his youth to be able to deal with the confusion of if someone liked him or not.
(not long sorry.. muse was iffy)

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

{-RARITY INSPIRED WHINING-IT'S BECAUSE YOUR MUSE HATES MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!! I DON'T KNOW WHAT I DID TO MAKE IT HATE ME SO MUCH BUT IT DOOOOEEEEEEES WHY CAN'T IT JUST BE MY FRIEND?!-END RARITY INSPIRED WHINING- Srsly though it's cool. No worries, man :B}

Alright, shards of glass....this was a showdown and their numbers were dwindling as she continued inspecting the older fellow's back. In a weird way, he was kinda like a glassy porcupine! Musing the thought for a moment, she snickered quietly to herself while continuing on but noticed at the corner of her eye that her patient of the evening was looking her way. On the verge of politely laying down the `I know what I'm doing` law, though she didn't look like she had anything but `Glass shard removal duty` on the brain...was...was he smiling? Mister stone cold rolled out of a window and slays her kind, hopefully for good reason that is, was deeeefinitely smiling a bit. Okay...this was not in her book of normal. Patients normally flipped monkey poo over how much it hurt and blah-dee-blah that she'd have to shut them up in a not so nice way.

Sure, sure, she started off polite to everyone but once a line was crossed, there was some hell to pay...literally! Pausing for a short moment, she tilted her eyes upward to make sure she wasn't seeing things. Hm...maybe it wasn't so much a smile as it was a wolverine getting poked by a stick...kinda...look? Well he certainly wasn't crying bloody murder at her while she's only trying to help, so that was a positive little first! Giving him a kind smile of `Don't you worry, I've got this under control~!" before going back to her glass shard removing work. Well she DEFINITELY didn't expect what words he opted to say to her...see....he was asking if she flirted with every guy THEN hissed and continued to finish up what he was trying to ask...or..tell her.

It was sort of like a statement question hybrid to the medical demon who had a very strange way of communicating with the world around her. "Soooo...is that your interesting way of saying you need a little break, hmmm~?" Gently plucking out a few more shards and plopping them into the dish. Setting down both forceps on her little stainless steel table with a sly smile, she was more than glad to get one step closer to sewing him up. Sure, she didn't have a legitimate excuse to cut him open and take a gander at his organs but there was the stitching of flesh to be handled too! That was a decent enough trade-in! Whisking up the spray bottle of antiseptic, she held it up with a delightful grin while she continued speaking in a pleasant tone.

"If it was, well, it's going to have to wait since we're so close to the fun part of our delightful little date~! You see, I took out all those awful shards out of your back and I'm sure you don't want to face the horrors of infection~" Grinning just a bit more, this woman liked her job WAY too much, but that's what careers were for, right? Blinking a bit while spraying the antiseptic on his back, she couldn't help but chuckle and add on a quick little remark in the process in a smooth tone, Hmmm...I forgot to mention...this will sting...but only for a little while~" Whisking up a longer pair of forceps, she reached into the cotton ball bottle and began lightly patting away at his wounds as happy as can be! Plus! All those scars getting revealed bit by bit under the mess of blood were beginning to reveal this guy was like a living, breathing scrap book of scars! "I didn't bother mentioning it earlier since...well...you're obviously tougher than the light weights that find their way here most of the time~"

Chuckling after that blunt little statement coated in a sugary tone, she began to softly hum an upbeat little melody. How nice it was to be in a happy mood! Kinda like the highlight of a boring, annoying yet good-for-the-hospital streak of people actually paying for a change!

[Jones]

Jones felt his face warm a bit as he looked away. The way she had said 'interesting' made him feel self-conscious. He hadn't been flirting he just... okay he didn't know what was going on. He was on unfamiliar footing, and he just... didn't know what he was thinking. Sure had had been worked on by women in his years since the loss of... his world. But they had seen him as a patient, a slab of mean they wanted to get him out as soon as possible.. or something to pity. She on the other hand was more perky and unconcerned with his.. hisness. Most would have blinked at the gun, the chain... the blood. She seemed excited by it rather then put off... he had to admit he had never seen anyone so excited by pulling glass out of someone. Well someone who hadn't put the glass in to begin with.

But... a woman was touching him. A woman that didn't mind what he looked like. Who didn't mind the roadmap on his back. A woman's warm hands were touching him. Sure... it was accompanied by cotton swabs and mild stinging... but as he let a part of his mind relax he wouldn't have stopped it if his back was covered in paper cuts and her hands were covered in lemon juice. It was... nice. Was... very nice. He tried not to think about how nice it was instead he tried talking.

"You didn't answer my question you know and as for other guys it's a.... different in occupation."

For example most people's job don't involve something trying to eat their face when exploring an abandoned building. But... he couldn't talk about that so instead he would talk about her if he could.

"Got to admit I have never met anyone so... happy with their job when it came to dealing with broken glass. I guess you love your job huh?"

Jones supposed that would be nice. It wasn't that he didn't like his job.... okay he hated it... but there was nothing else he could let himself do. Nothing else he could sleep at night and do.

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

Oh ho ho ho! What was this? The question WASN'T some sort of clever scapegoat? How very curious! Though why did such an inquiry matter to the man sitting there upon the operating table? Perhaps she should simply humor him with an answer rather than simply leaving him in the dark about it all? Ah, what a conundrum!

Oh wait, now the topic switched gears to her job? Well, well, well...this certainly was an interesting little twist! It was almost like he was trying to keep a conversation going with her rather than demanding that she hurried her butt up already and sent him off. There were two types of patients that she encountered in her line of work, the kind that get help and live and the kind that get their organs repossessed due to their thieving ways. Obviously he fell under patient type one, save for the fact he was actually trying to communicate with her like a normal person would in passing or at somewhere more mundane. Deep deep down under that all smiles exterior, she was completely baffled by this. Idly spraying a bit more antiseptic so she could see the cuts a bit more clear, "First things first, I suppose...you want an answer for that curious little question of yours..."

Flicking away the bloodied up cotton ball before switching out for a new one and tapped away at all those cuts bound to add their own flare to the scrap book scar story known as this fellow's back. "It would be in poor taste if I went around flirting with everyone, don't you think~? Despite popular belief, I have a thing called...standards...quite uncommon these days if you ask me~!" Casually flicking the now bloodied up cotton ball into the bowl while giggling at how ironic her remark was. A demon with standards wasn't always a common thing, quite rare, really! Though lucky her he didn't know she was some spawn of Satan and fully intended on keeping him in the dark about it for now. Whipping up the forceps from the tray, a few shiny flecks caught her eye, glancing at each and every cut that had small shards stuck in them.

While continuing to speak in that sweet as honey tone of hers, the demon nurse gently and quite calmly plucked out the final few shards trying to hide away from her. BUT THEY COULDN'T ESCAPE...SHE WOULD ALWAYS FIND THOSE STUPID SHARDS.... "Now that you can sleep peacefully at night with your precious question answered...my job isn't so much that as it is a career~! You see, sweetie, I adore mending wounds and surgical procedures...not only is it more interesting than most people play it out to be...or scary, like all those who work in the medical field are portrayed as monsters who want to feed on their fear. It's a miraculous and wonderful thing to know I'm one of the few medical professionals out there who cares enough to dedicate my existence to helping others~" Giving off a slight shrug as she dropped the final shard into the silver blood coated things donation bowl with a slight smile. ...huh...one of those scars looked sort of like a demented, abstract bunny or something...

One of her very few pals here on Earth hated those things...in that short little moment, she couldn't help but wonder how good ol' bunny despising Anya was doing. Hopefully no one was doing something crazy like trying to send her rabbits feet again...some humans were just so inconsiderate! Oh well...shaking her thoughts away from that, she quickly grabbed the tray with all her medical supplies and wheeled it on over so she could stand in front of her patient of the evening. Holding out her free hand while holding up the antiseptic, though the smile across her cherry glossed lips were kind enough...it almost seemed like was was juuust a bit delighted about the next string of words she spoke to him, "Helping those in a position such as yours is one of the things that tends to bring me joy in this world...now please be so kind as let me deal with your arm, hm~? We both know those stitches were quite the rush job and need to be redone~" Snickering ever so softly...she simply couldn't help but coo out the next little comment, "I'll be gentle~" Yep...that was smooth like smooth jazz!....

[Jones]

Jones looked down at his stitches that had come ripped apart and nodded. The woman was right of course. He had tried his best but events and haste not to bleed out had conspired against him. He figured he might as well save her some time as his opposite arm moved, his hand grabbing the ends of the ripped stitches and pulling them out. As he held a handful of thread and his arm was screaming he admitted to himself of all possible moves that... might not have been the most informed one. But other then some pallor reaching his face... which might have been blood loss anyways... He managed not to scream as he tossed the bloody handful into a trash can.

Cracking his neck loudly to cover the whimper that wanted to tumble from his lips he regarded the skill at which the woman threaded a needle through flesh, at the skill with the thread and the graceful movement he had only be able to imagine when she had been behind... and her bent down to work on his arm gave him the opportunity to get a closer look at the woman. Sure here hair looked like it might achieve sentience and spread out in a global mass of terror and death... and her eyes to some might say 'thousand yard stare' or 'put the lotion on the skin or else it gets the hose again' but there was something so... vibrant about her, so... alive. A cold dead man found his heart could still beat and gritting his teeth he mentioned.

"So... you have standards which is good... do I meet them and if I do would you like to get a cop of coffee or something after your shift?"

It wasn't Romeo and Juliet but the man was having a nail shoved through his arm followed by a length of cable... allowences might be made.

[Kiseichu Clossiana]

Wait...wait...what was he doing? Did he just...rip...his own stitches out...?! OH HO HO HO THIS WAS JUST SO VERY INTERESTING! It was obvious that from what she could tell that this was a normal ol' mortal human. Not like that didn't hurt! Perhaps one of these days she could fish up some sort of excuse to operate on him since that clinched he was made of FAR more interesting stuff than the average mortal! Plus the entertainment value of this was gradually increasing for that demoness who had one hell of a twisted mind.

Obviously though, the crack of his neck has such peculiar timing, almost like it was meant to cover up some sign of potential weakness that wanted to slither about to make itself known. Or she could just be crazy, which she was, so the possibilities of it being a normal neck crack or concealing pain were pretty even! Whatever, she had more important things to focus on, like sewing flesh together! The fun levels of that were on par with open heart surgery SURGERY. SURGERY~! for sure! Not as entertaining, mind you but hell, good enough! It was so grand that she had the needle ready to go, threaded and all! So with a delighted smile which was so very unfitting for this situation since it seemed more like she got a free stuffed animal at the fair rather than a delicate procedure.

Stitching away with such care, she was in the zone of sewing flesh up since it wasn't like the man had much else to say nor inquire about at the moment. OR DID HE?! Aside from her soft, happy humming melodies killing off the silence to avoid her going on and on and ON like the energizer bunny about how AMAZING this job was, it seemed as though he had something on his mind. ...which...wasn't expected in the slightest. This guy's words picked up a metaphoric baseball and chucked it at her brain while it got bonked on the hard hat having a derp moment. So much that she ALMOST paused in her sewing but her love of sewing torn flesh trumped the confusion enough to keep going. "Oh myyy~! You're a bold one, aren't you~?"

Snickering a bit as she secured his stitches with a happy little smile, her words didn't stop there, "Ripping out your own stitches and trying to get to know me more...it would be silly of me to say no...so sure, why not~! It can be your turn to take me out on a little date~!" Okay miss bubbly demon over here couldn't help but giggle at her own little play on words as if she was simply humored by the fact that for a change some random patient subjected to being under her care wanted to spend more time with her. Gently setting his arm down next to him, she stood up to her full height before tip toeing to loom over her patient a bit more aaaand peek over his shoulder. "Ooooo~! I got so excited that I almost forgot about patching those up! It won't take long at all, hun, promise~" Flattening her feet to stop being on the tips of her toes, she lightly pat him on the shoulder a couple of times and enthusiastically zipped around behind him while threading that FABULOUS needle.

THEN! That woman with one of the craziest hairstyles known to mankind went onward to another stitching frenzy while humming like this was something to be all kinds of gleeful about.

[Jones]

Jones turned away again and despite a bit more pain Jones felt... good. Maybe it was the lightheadedness. Maybe it was the fact he had... sampled from his hip flask on the way. But he was feeling... kinda good right now. The pain was there. It was almost always there but now it was pushed back, less important. The woman... who.. he had just asked out... without even asking her name for. He blinked at that and at the moment he really needed a cig. He really did. It was embarrassing. It made him feel older.. and as he realized it the buzz from the thrill of asking a girl out faded a bit. He didn't even know her name. Hadn't given his own... grimacing her looked over his shoulder while rubbing the back of his head.

"Oh... By the way. The name is Jones. I... suppose... I really should have told you that before hand. Sorry."

Confidence flagged but he supposed she had said yes, name a sight unseen..