Mika Whitepaws (
wolfishsurvivalist) wrote2011-07-19 11:32 pm
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✖ anxiety attack: 003 ✖
[A. 339 Brady Lane]
Breakfast's ready!
[Guess what guys, Mika has made a massive amount of scrambled eggs! Considering what she put in them you'd think she'd been making an omelet before giving up! Diced tomatoes, green peppers, bacon, cheese, a little bit of onion, with large stacks of bacon and sausages on the side. For Annie she left a plate of red meat and raw eggs on the side. Mika is going to stuff her face and then scuttle off to work, but if asked nicely, she might make a bagged lunch for her housemates before she scampers off.]
[B. Hospital]
[After making her way to work, Mika can be seen going about her job in that slightly worried fashion that a newbie has. Worrying and fussing in an attempt to double-check if she's gotten anything wrong or if she's forgotten something important or if she's going to be late or doesn't have what she needs in time.
When she isn't tripping over her own feet and falling on her face with a loud yelp, that is. Seems like someone is having difficulty adjusting to her very chubby human body. What's wrong with this girl and why is she always falling on her face, anyway? After one particularly fantastic spill, tray full of bandages flying out of her hands and everything, Mika pushes herself up with a groan, rubbing her face. An interesting assortment of bruises on her knees and elbows makes it look like this has been happening with ridiculous frequency.]
Ow...
[With a dull sniff, she sets about collecting all her scattered supplies. Help would always be welcomed, but she's used to being ignored or patronized by the drones.]
[C. Streets of Mayfield.]
[Mika was off exploring while on her way home from work. Wandering around, trying to figure out where everything was and hopefully not getting lost on her way home.
Until she found the corpse hanging on the rec center gate. With a scream that could wake the dead, Mika turns and runs as fast as her legs can take her. Anyone catching her will have to deal with her hysterics.]
Breakfast's ready!
[Guess what guys, Mika has made a massive amount of scrambled eggs! Considering what she put in them you'd think she'd been making an omelet before giving up! Diced tomatoes, green peppers, bacon, cheese, a little bit of onion, with large stacks of bacon and sausages on the side. For Annie she left a plate of red meat and raw eggs on the side. Mika is going to stuff her face and then scuttle off to work, but if asked nicely, she might make a bagged lunch for her housemates before she scampers off.]
[B. Hospital]
[After making her way to work, Mika can be seen going about her job in that slightly worried fashion that a newbie has. Worrying and fussing in an attempt to double-check if she's gotten anything wrong or if she's forgotten something important or if she's going to be late or doesn't have what she needs in time.
When she isn't tripping over her own feet and falling on her face with a loud yelp, that is. Seems like someone is having difficulty adjusting to her very chubby human body. What's wrong with this girl and why is she always falling on her face, anyway? After one particularly fantastic spill, tray full of bandages flying out of her hands and everything, Mika pushes herself up with a groan, rubbing her face. An interesting assortment of bruises on her knees and elbows makes it look like this has been happening with ridiculous frequency.]
Ow...
[With a dull sniff, she sets about collecting all her scattered supplies. Help would always be welcomed, but she's used to being ignored or patronized by the drones.]
[C. Streets of Mayfield.]
[Mika was off exploring while on her way home from work. Wandering around, trying to figure out where everything was and hopefully not getting lost on her way home.
Until she found the corpse hanging on the rec center gate. With a scream that could wake the dead, Mika turns and runs as fast as her legs can take her. Anyone catching her will have to deal with her hysterics.]
:D
[Hawkeye looks around, nodding. The nurses here really were just gophers, running errands for the physicians.]
I suppose. Where I'm from, the nurses do quite a bit of the work. I often got along better with them much more than the physicians, as well.
X3c
[She misses that.]
The nurses always joked that doctors only come in to tell them what medication to give and that they're useless for anything else. They didn't mean it, but it was a little funny.
[A faint smile tugs at her lips and Mika huffs quietly.]
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[She chuckles quietly at Mika's comment.]
I've heard nurses joking about that as well. There probably is a grain of truth to it, seeing as they do work on the floor all day and know their patient's better than the physician.
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[Mika has been far too busy panicking and running around trying to get used to the town to look for a new drawing pad.]
Yeah, this job actually reminds me of home a little bit. So it's kind of relaxing in a way.
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[She pauses, thinking.] And there appears to be a comic book store as well. If they don't have drawing supplies, they may at least be able to direct you to where you can get them.
[Hawkeye sighs, shaking her head.]
It's nice to find something that reminds us of where we came from. I find this far more stressful than what I do at home, to be honest.
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[She perks up immediately, looking oh-so-excited. If she still had a tail, it would be wagging furiously.]
You do? I probably would too, but then again this gives me something to think about that doesn't involve panicking about stupid stuff.
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[She smiles, glad to see the girl perk up a bit.]
I do. I'm a soldier at home. I may follow orders well, but our superiors never treated us quite so poorly as some of the physicians here.
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[She is so honestly excited, this is the first time she's felt like this since arriving. Actually, it's the first time she's felt this way in months.]
Sadly, that's the 1950's for you. It wasn't exactly a good time for women to be in the work force. There's a lot of inequality in treatment, and that didn't change for at least another decade. There's still a lot of bias, but it's much more muted now, and it's been sixty years.
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Are you from America as well? You're the second person who made mention of gender inequality and about the time period here.
[This was something she was interested in, seeing as she had had to dress as a man to go and get herself a firearm. She wasn't used to such inequality, and it was interesting to hear about it from people who knew more.]
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I am, actually. Where I'm from the inequality is almost superficial, but there's still a fairly noticeable difference in pay and stuff like that. It's a huge difference from the 50's, and it's not perfect but it's a big step from what it was a hundred years ago.
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[She nods, processing the information.]
I see. That sounds a bit like what it's like where I am from, though the discrepancy is typically directed towards women who are in a profession typically reserved for men.
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[She cocks her head in a canine-like manner, listening intently.]
Like the military and stuff like that?
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It was quite the escapade, seeing as the gentleman in the hardware store wouldn't sell a firearm to a woman.
[ooc: not gonna lie I definitely just had to reread the conversation because I forgot Hawkeye said she was a soldier XD Fail ]
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((ooc: Mika would've mentioned it anyway. :'D))
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I suppose. A neighbor let me borrow a suit and a hat, and it worked well enough to convince the shopkeeper.
[ooc: :3 herpderp ]
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I'm not sure if I should be pleased or upset that I was a convincing enough male to fool the drone.
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I think you wouldn't want to dwell on it too much. But being able to pull off a disguise like that is kind of useful, right?
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It is useful. Going under some form of cover is not something I'm unused to, and it's likely the only reason I've managed to stay restrained here and blend in--at least somewhat.
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For the most part, consequences seem unlikely unless you act grossly out of turn. I think if I had been caught attempting to purchase a gun, I would have been droned.
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[Mika looks horrified at the idea. While she has yet to get a good look at the effects of 'droning,' the way everybody keeps talking about it has thoroughly creeped her out.]
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[Hawkeye looks similarly displeased with the idea of being droned.]
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[Mika just looks increasingly nervous about the concept.]
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The simple answer is to try and stay out of trouble.
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