Cool beans JB. I'lllllll... Probablllyyyyy have the boy wake upppppp?
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I'm Sterling, I've been writing/roleplaying for 11 years now. I like reading, writing, singing, dancing, horse back ridding and dog training.
I like highly detailed plots and games. While I don't think all posts should be three or four paragraphs long, I think it is harder to have quality with stunted posts.
I'm more into fantasy and historical than sci fi etc. but if the writers are good, that's really what matters.
Please feel free to message me. I'm fairly good at being nice.
I like highly detailed plots and games. While I don't think all posts should be three or four paragraphs long, I think it is harder to have quality with stunted posts.
I'm more into fantasy and historical than sci fi etc. but if the writers are good, that's really what matters.
Please feel free to message me. I'm fairly good at being nice.
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@idlehands Para ti
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Having found her coffee quickly enough Harriet sipped it while meandering over to her medicine counters. In one of the drawers she opened there was a stack of tidy papers. Pulling one sheaf out and spreading it on the counter top she glanced through the window to see what was happening.
The posse was still being form, it was surprising to the nurse that it was taking this long. Normally people around here were eager to go off and chase Indians. Her warm eyes drifted to Mr. Ross who was seemingly conversing with his horse, then to a man hustling to the sheriff. Pressing her lips together in a small frown Harriet moved her coffee cup from her left to her right hand and fished a pencil out of her apron pocket.
She put the pencil tip down as if to write, then thinking better of it shook her head. Putting the paper away and stowing the pencil back in the apron pocket Harriet had another sip of her coffee as she carefully opened the door into the small room they had deposited the boy into. He was still out. Counting the rise and fall of his breaths the nurse was satisfied with his status and closed the door.
Another look out the window would tell her that Mr. Ross was returning, but he stopped just outside the door, apparently taking up his station there. Very well…
Harriet turned so her backside was to the door and pulled a small ledger out of another drawer. Setting her cup down the nurse gripped her pencil in her left hand and found a clean empty page in the ledger. Jotting down the date in a tidy quick hand she then began to write.
Young boy, approximately 8-12 years of age. Appeared in town, Indian attack. Fainted. No obvious injuries. Dehydration, sun exposure and exhaustion . Treated skin and put to rest. Will hydrate when awake next.
A new page was found and Harriet added the date once more.
Mr. Benjamin Ross. Approximate age28-34 years. Previous injury acquired in the line of duty. Severe break of the Fibula and Tibia? Reconstruction done in military hospital. Amputation suggested but patient denied.
Her dark eyes drifted over her shoulder to Mr. Ross who was still standing guard with his rifle.
Patient denied. Medial Condyle affected. Intense muscular tension and damage. Administered 3-6 minutes of deep tissue massage. Patient reported some relief. Stronger pain relief suggested, patient seemed uninterested.
Harriet smiled at this and closed the ledger, stowing it back in the drawer it lived in and her pencil back in her apron pocket. Plucking up her empty coffee cup she moved past the front door where Mr. Ross was lingering to take the cup back into the kitchen suits.
Upon her return she paused by the door to look out at the group finally gathering. “Took them a while didn’t it?” She commented conversationally. Warm eyes moved to Mr. Ross’ rifle and then to his horse who stood ready.
“You know… We finished with the boy so quickly… I had asked for your assistance thinking the posse would have already ridden out by now…” But obviously they hadn’t. “I see no reason why you ought to stay here Mr. Ross.” Other than that Mr. Cothran had told him to stay, but surely that had mostly been to aid Harriet? The likeliness of another attack, within in the town proper, was low. She didn’t need a guard.
Her brows rose questioningly. Did he want to go?
The posse was still being form, it was surprising to the nurse that it was taking this long. Normally people around here were eager to go off and chase Indians. Her warm eyes drifted to Mr. Ross who was seemingly conversing with his horse, then to a man hustling to the sheriff. Pressing her lips together in a small frown Harriet moved her coffee cup from her left to her right hand and fished a pencil out of her apron pocket.
She put the pencil tip down as if to write, then thinking better of it shook her head. Putting the paper away and stowing the pencil back in the apron pocket Harriet had another sip of her coffee as she carefully opened the door into the small room they had deposited the boy into. He was still out. Counting the rise and fall of his breaths the nurse was satisfied with his status and closed the door.
Another look out the window would tell her that Mr. Ross was returning, but he stopped just outside the door, apparently taking up his station there. Very well…
Harriet turned so her backside was to the door and pulled a small ledger out of another drawer. Setting her cup down the nurse gripped her pencil in her left hand and found a clean empty page in the ledger. Jotting down the date in a tidy quick hand she then began to write.
Young boy, approximately 8-12 years of age. Appeared in town, Indian attack. Fainted. No obvious injuries. Dehydration, sun exposure and exhaustion . Treated skin and put to rest. Will hydrate when awake next.
A new page was found and Harriet added the date once more.
Mr. Benjamin Ross. Approximate age28-34 years. Previous injury acquired in the line of duty. Severe break of the Fibula and Tibia? Reconstruction done in military hospital. Amputation suggested but patient denied.
Her dark eyes drifted over her shoulder to Mr. Ross who was still standing guard with his rifle.
Patient denied. Medial Condyle affected. Intense muscular tension and damage. Administered 3-6 minutes of deep tissue massage. Patient reported some relief. Stronger pain relief suggested, patient seemed uninterested.
Harriet smiled at this and closed the ledger, stowing it back in the drawer it lived in and her pencil back in her apron pocket. Plucking up her empty coffee cup she moved past the front door where Mr. Ross was lingering to take the cup back into the kitchen suits.
Upon her return she paused by the door to look out at the group finally gathering. “Took them a while didn’t it?” She commented conversationally. Warm eyes moved to Mr. Ross’ rifle and then to his horse who stood ready.
“You know… We finished with the boy so quickly… I had asked for your assistance thinking the posse would have already ridden out by now…” But obviously they hadn’t. “I see no reason why you ought to stay here Mr. Ross.” Other than that Mr. Cothran had told him to stay, but surely that had mostly been to aid Harriet? The likeliness of another attack, within in the town proper, was low. She didn’t need a guard.
Her brows rose questioningly. Did he want to go?
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@SilentWonders I feel like I PMed you but now can't find proof of it
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Oh okay cool. I think I could do an interesting Katniss for your Haymich or Effie
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Are you wanting to mostly write based off the books or the movies?
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Hmmm
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Are you still taking people for this or has the IC started?
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@idlehands
((( Continued scene with Sterling and Idle))))
He could feel her hands working higher past his knee at the tense muscle of his lean meat of his thigh. It was bunched as he kept it tense to compensate for the weakness of his lower leg. It had been some time since he last felt a female hand on any part of his body and it reacted as it would. Feeling himself stir despite willing himself to ignore it, he tried to answer her rapid fire questions.
“Well, I, ah, was born in San Antonio and I do like Texas well enough, Miss Coleman,” Benj inhaled sharply, turning his hip so he was more sideways to hide anything that might offend the nurse. A blush crept up his suntanned face, “I was...a Texas Ranger before the war. Like my father before me.”
“Really? A native Texan then. Must be used to the heat by now then…” She grinned at the typical joke made about Texas. Hands moving higher.
“A ranger? I’ve heard stories about the Texas Rangers but of course they were ...well not really around by the time I came to Texas. I’m from Kentucky myself.”
Harriet was halfway up the man’s upper leg before she realized she might be making him uncomfortable. Hands slowing the nurse looked up to see Mr. Ross’ expression, finally taking her ministrations away and folding her hands neatly before herself once more, though this was almost impossible considering her proximity to his leg, having had to move forward to continue the massage.
It was clear that Harriet Coleman enjoyed being a nurse and could get caught up in being helpful.
Benj tried not to look down at her, his face hot with embarrassment, “That uh, massaging was nice. It does make me feel, well my leg feel better.”
He closed his eyes briefly, a rare smile touching his face as he laughed internally at himself. The dimple that creased the right side of his face was mostly hidden under the scruffy reddish beard. “Thank you, Nurse Coleman, ma’am. You’re most kind.”
Her mouth perked in good humor. “I’m sorry if I ah… Rubbed a little too much Mr. Ross.” The nurse primly and pointedly kept her eyes fixed on his face. “I sometimes get caught up in the treatment and lose thought of anything but the task at hand…” trying to hide her smile her own cheeks dimpled slightly before Harriet looked away.
There was no where to back up with the table behind him and she was directly before so he stood awkwardly with hands crossed below his belt buckle and he forced himself to look away from the doe eyes and think of a number of distasteful things. It had been awhile since he had bothered to feel anything of this nature, the morphine dulled his emotions and desires as well as the pain but coming off of it he became more sensitive. After a few deep breaths, he returned to less embarrassing state and rubbed his hand over his mouth, unable to look her in the face.
Realizing she had effectively trapped the man Harriet shuffled backwards before pressing her hand to the floor to gain purchase on the table in an attempt to haul herself up.
“Now where did I put my coffee?” She asked aloud, straightening her apron once back on her feet.
Benj had forgotten the coffee and his manners, too disconcerted after the encounter. After he settled himself, the knot of anxiety started to come back. He would have to come back and ask the much less attentive doctor for morphine. Nurse Coleman did not seem the kind to dole out medicine like penny candy. He smoothed down his pant leg, tugging it over his boot, “I should...um, probably get my rifle. Just in case.”
He shuffled out the door, ducking his head as he limped past the gathering posse to gather his Henry rifle from the saddle and gave Lucy a pat on the neck. The mustang stood dozing in the shade, her back hoof tilted. She turned and butted her long nose against his shoulder, “Nope, not this time girl.”
Hefting his rifle, he paused, looking at the saddle back and he reached in, feeling the wood grain of the box but left it. Benj doubted he could hide much from Harriet Coleman’s observant gaze.
((( Continued scene with Sterling and Idle))))
He could feel her hands working higher past his knee at the tense muscle of his lean meat of his thigh. It was bunched as he kept it tense to compensate for the weakness of his lower leg. It had been some time since he last felt a female hand on any part of his body and it reacted as it would. Feeling himself stir despite willing himself to ignore it, he tried to answer her rapid fire questions.
“Well, I, ah, was born in San Antonio and I do like Texas well enough, Miss Coleman,” Benj inhaled sharply, turning his hip so he was more sideways to hide anything that might offend the nurse. A blush crept up his suntanned face, “I was...a Texas Ranger before the war. Like my father before me.”
“Really? A native Texan then. Must be used to the heat by now then…” She grinned at the typical joke made about Texas. Hands moving higher.
“A ranger? I’ve heard stories about the Texas Rangers but of course they were ...well not really around by the time I came to Texas. I’m from Kentucky myself.”
Harriet was halfway up the man’s upper leg before she realized she might be making him uncomfortable. Hands slowing the nurse looked up to see Mr. Ross’ expression, finally taking her ministrations away and folding her hands neatly before herself once more, though this was almost impossible considering her proximity to his leg, having had to move forward to continue the massage.
It was clear that Harriet Coleman enjoyed being a nurse and could get caught up in being helpful.
Benj tried not to look down at her, his face hot with embarrassment, “That uh, massaging was nice. It does make me feel, well my leg feel better.”
He closed his eyes briefly, a rare smile touching his face as he laughed internally at himself. The dimple that creased the right side of his face was mostly hidden under the scruffy reddish beard. “Thank you, Nurse Coleman, ma’am. You’re most kind.”
Her mouth perked in good humor. “I’m sorry if I ah… Rubbed a little too much Mr. Ross.” The nurse primly and pointedly kept her eyes fixed on his face. “I sometimes get caught up in the treatment and lose thought of anything but the task at hand…” trying to hide her smile her own cheeks dimpled slightly before Harriet looked away.
There was no where to back up with the table behind him and she was directly before so he stood awkwardly with hands crossed below his belt buckle and he forced himself to look away from the doe eyes and think of a number of distasteful things. It had been awhile since he had bothered to feel anything of this nature, the morphine dulled his emotions and desires as well as the pain but coming off of it he became more sensitive. After a few deep breaths, he returned to less embarrassing state and rubbed his hand over his mouth, unable to look her in the face.
Realizing she had effectively trapped the man Harriet shuffled backwards before pressing her hand to the floor to gain purchase on the table in an attempt to haul herself up.
“Now where did I put my coffee?” She asked aloud, straightening her apron once back on her feet.
Benj had forgotten the coffee and his manners, too disconcerted after the encounter. After he settled himself, the knot of anxiety started to come back. He would have to come back and ask the much less attentive doctor for morphine. Nurse Coleman did not seem the kind to dole out medicine like penny candy. He smoothed down his pant leg, tugging it over his boot, “I should...um, probably get my rifle. Just in case.”
He shuffled out the door, ducking his head as he limped past the gathering posse to gather his Henry rifle from the saddle and gave Lucy a pat on the neck. The mustang stood dozing in the shade, her back hoof tilted. She turned and butted her long nose against his shoulder, “Nope, not this time girl.”
Hefting his rifle, he paused, looking at the saddle back and he reached in, feeling the wood grain of the box but left it. Benj doubted he could hide much from Harriet Coleman’s observant gaze.
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Harriet nodded, folding her hands neatly before her apron as she watched Mr. Ross stretch out his leg, expert eyes roaming over the angle and the relief his face showed as the weight was taken off the limb. Her warm gaze lingered a moment longer before her soft mouth pressed into a thoughtful expression. Nothing to do but treat the pain? She didn’t much care for that assessment.
“I’ll fetch us some coffee then Mr. Ross…”
As Harriet left the cowboy in her examination room she bustled into the kitchen at the back of suits of offices. All medical personnel needed hot water and the likes. A kitchen was typical for this building’s use. Bringing the water to boil and setting two cups, spoons, sugar and milk on a tray in a sterile and practical manner (rather than how another lady might set it artfully) Harriet had her mind on Mr. Ross’ leg.
She didn’t wish to think or speak ill of other doctors, but in her experience with the Army often times they were just doing what they could with too little supplies and too little time. And then afterwards…? Well they could just dole out medicines and send a broken man on his way. But Harriet’s own brothers had been injured (mentally and physically) from the war and the diagnosis of ‘nothing we can do’ was one that stuck in her throat.
Experimenting with her brothers injuries Harriet had found several small comforts that the doctors had never mentioned to her brothers that made their daily life a little easier. But it wasn’t as if Mr. Ross had come to her asking her for help…Really she’d be poking her nose into his business…
Harriet’s office was tidy, orderly and small. Obviously the real doctor would have a larger room, newer table and supplies. Still it was clear Harriet took great pride in her vocation. The drawers that must hold the more valuable supplies were locked, the key probably with the nurse.
The Coffee made the brunette made her way back to Mr. Ross, setting the tray down before brushing a piece of her soft hair away from her face. “There we are Mr. Ross…” she gestured that the man could serve himself before picking up her own cup.
“I apologize if I was bringing up an uncomfortable topic with your leg Mr. Ross. Professional curiosity is all…” She smiled politely and looked down into her cup. “My own brothers came back injured… I often think it is the injury to spirit that does the greater damage, not the physical limitations… But…” Harriet sighed and took a sip of her coffee experimentally. “There is not much I can do for that asides offer my friendship…”
The nurse set her cup down and moved around to her counter tops, tidying up what little disorder she had created earlier in the day. “Do you like working on a ranch Mr. Ross? I find Mr. Cothran to be a very ah…” Harriet smiled and straightened a jar of cotton swabs “politely stubborn man. He must be an interesting employer…”
The room as spic and span as it could be she turned back to face Mr. Ross, leaning against the counter top and watching him as he tried the coffee. Was it edible? Brows rose slightly at his first sip and a little line of worry between her brows disappeared as Mr. Ross did not choke on it and then die.
This confirmed, Harriet couldn’t help but tilt her chin down and examine his leg from afar. It was with a inquisitive countenance rather than pity or even disgust as some veterans would get from their deformities. Had it broken below the knee or above? The way he held it and the way he walked made Harriet think there was something off with his actual knee as well, though that could be the way it was held due to the bone’s regrowth…
“I’ll fetch us some coffee then Mr. Ross…”
As Harriet left the cowboy in her examination room she bustled into the kitchen at the back of suits of offices. All medical personnel needed hot water and the likes. A kitchen was typical for this building’s use. Bringing the water to boil and setting two cups, spoons, sugar and milk on a tray in a sterile and practical manner (rather than how another lady might set it artfully) Harriet had her mind on Mr. Ross’ leg.
She didn’t wish to think or speak ill of other doctors, but in her experience with the Army often times they were just doing what they could with too little supplies and too little time. And then afterwards…? Well they could just dole out medicines and send a broken man on his way. But Harriet’s own brothers had been injured (mentally and physically) from the war and the diagnosis of ‘nothing we can do’ was one that stuck in her throat.
Experimenting with her brothers injuries Harriet had found several small comforts that the doctors had never mentioned to her brothers that made their daily life a little easier. But it wasn’t as if Mr. Ross had come to her asking her for help…Really she’d be poking her nose into his business…
Harriet’s office was tidy, orderly and small. Obviously the real doctor would have a larger room, newer table and supplies. Still it was clear Harriet took great pride in her vocation. The drawers that must hold the more valuable supplies were locked, the key probably with the nurse.
The Coffee made the brunette made her way back to Mr. Ross, setting the tray down before brushing a piece of her soft hair away from her face. “There we are Mr. Ross…” she gestured that the man could serve himself before picking up her own cup.
“I apologize if I was bringing up an uncomfortable topic with your leg Mr. Ross. Professional curiosity is all…” She smiled politely and looked down into her cup. “My own brothers came back injured… I often think it is the injury to spirit that does the greater damage, not the physical limitations… But…” Harriet sighed and took a sip of her coffee experimentally. “There is not much I can do for that asides offer my friendship…”
The nurse set her cup down and moved around to her counter tops, tidying up what little disorder she had created earlier in the day. “Do you like working on a ranch Mr. Ross? I find Mr. Cothran to be a very ah…” Harriet smiled and straightened a jar of cotton swabs “politely stubborn man. He must be an interesting employer…”
The room as spic and span as it could be she turned back to face Mr. Ross, leaning against the counter top and watching him as he tried the coffee. Was it edible? Brows rose slightly at his first sip and a little line of worry between her brows disappeared as Mr. Ross did not choke on it and then die.
This confirmed, Harriet couldn’t help but tilt her chin down and examine his leg from afar. It was with a inquisitive countenance rather than pity or even disgust as some veterans would get from their deformities. Had it broken below the knee or above? The way he held it and the way he walked made Harriet think there was something off with his actual knee as well, though that could be the way it was held due to the bone’s regrowth…
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