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"It took the birth of sin to snake-rattle the mind // Before a blow to the head by the gavel of time // To wake up" - A7X


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Does the hair have to be naturally black?

Also, I just had my first (and hopefully only) root canal thanks to my wisdom tooth, but I was freaking out over nothing. The doctor was definitely a looker, so props to him for that distraction.
I do get myself into these situations from time to time, so it's my own doing. But I do reap what I sow, so there's that.
I seem to be good at getting myself out of unfavorable/awkward situations by coming up with the right words at the right time.
March 19th, 1997

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
Rape, murder!
It's just a shot away
It's just a shot away

"Gimme Shelter" was the song currently playing from the small radio behind her. The volume wasn't too loud, just loud enough to provide some form of distraction as Nicole dug her hand into Mr. Wilson's thoracic cavity. She was gloved up, wearing an isolation gown, and a face shield as well. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail to keep it from disturbing her while she did her job. With the lung in hand, she turned around and placed it on the tray, giving her back to Mr. Wilson's grotesquely displayed body. Nicole carefully inspected the organ, paying close attention to the bullet wound. From a simple, superficial check, Nicole noticed the wound to possibly conflict with the homicide report that had been filed. She would have to do further examination regarding the angle of entry, and she took off her gloves to make some notes for the file.

After taking some time to write down the information, she put on a fresh pair of gloves and directed her attention to the organ once more. She went through the typical procedure regarding entry and exit wounds, the same one she had routinely performed countless of times before.


The young medical examiner was right, the angle at the point of entry was inconsistent with the report. She'd come to the conclusion that the wound was angled in such a way that Mr. Wilson had been shot while lying in the prone position, not while him and the individual in question were struggling, as the report stated.

Nicole went back to the paperwork, removing her gloves once more in order to write down her findings. As she was writing, the phone in the corner of the room went off and she walked over to answer it.


"Dr. Davenport, it's Ed. Chief Williams' secretary called advising he'd like to see you down in the station. She didn't give any details."

"Oh, uh let me just finish down here and I'll head that way soon. Thanks Ed.


Down at the precinct, Nicole walked in through the front door, telling the individual behind the counter the reason for her visit. She was given a temporary badge and was told to wait for a bit. As she headed over the chair to take a seat, Nicole couldn't help but let her nerves get the better of her. She wondered whether she'd been called to the station because of something to do with Wilden; the two weren't exactly best friends, but it's not like she had threatened him.

Dressed in her green scrubs and white shoes, Nicole stood out like a sore thumb among a wave of uniformed individuals going about their day, but she simply sat there and waited.
It's been a few days, I'll go ahead and post tomorrow.
Continuity errors sucks, been there done that. Maybe Jimmy had his niece or something in that class? You don't have to cut it out completely.
The only time I ever had detention was because the whole class was punished. Something to do with gum, and no one came forward so the teacher gave the entire class detention. This was in middle school too.

Actually, nearly everytime I've been handed some sort of punishment, either at school or at work, has been because I was part of that group.
I've seen it enough times to be immune. But somehow, roughly 2 years ago or so I realized that I'll cry very easily over little things. I guess it could be hormonal, who knows.
I would cry whenever I watched this one scene in Mulan 2.

March 18th, 1997


"Dr. Davenport?"

"I thought I told you not to let Wilden in?"

"I didn't. He must have walked past when I went to the boy's room."

Nicole sighed, shaking her head. "Goddammit! Can't even catch a break here at work."

"Nicole..." Davin stood up, walking around the front desk to stand beside the woman. "Is the situation that bad? I mean, do you need help dealing with that guy?"

She looked up at him, her arms crossed in front of her and a slightly helpless look on her face. "What am I, or what are we supposed to do? He's a cop, and you know how work politics goes; they'll just tell me to get over myself. They'll tell me that he's a good guy, and a cop nonetheless, with no record. That either I'm exaggerating or I'm extremely bitter because we were dating and he dumped me, so now I'm coming after his job. Or maybe I've been spending too much time in here with all these's all fucking--"

"Hey, calm down!" Davin interrupted the frantic woman, pulling her in for a hug. His voice was stern but only because she needed someone right that moment. He'd known her for a while, and even though the job brought some great deal of stress at times, he'd never seen her react as such.

Nicole remained still for a moment, slowing her breathing back to normal. "Thank you, Davin," she whispered, pulling back to look up at him. "You're one of the good ones, you know that?"

"So I've been told," he chuckled with a quick wink, taking a step back to lean on the counter with his elbows.

"I think I'm going to step out for a minute," Nicole went on, taking a quick look outside through the glass. "I'm not gonna be long, just a few blocks away to grab something at the store. Page me the second that body comes in if I'm not already here, please."

"Of course. Don't worry, I'll hold down the fort."

Davin went back around the desk to his seat, and Nicole started heading to her office to grab her wallet and the keys to her car. She would welcome the fresh air for a bit; not that she had been in the office too long but it would do her good after her run-in with Wilden.
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