Post by Jackson Chasseur on Sept 18, 2011 3:14:43 GMT -5
(Set February 11 for Jackson and Vittoria, though, Anyone else is welcome to join.)
It was finally 5:24 pm and only another half hour until Jackson could count this surgery a success. For a change the patient was a male. A scrawny white male at that. He had spent 4 good hours doing face reconstruction along with a little abdomen work, a bad case of stomach cancer, and a good amount of organ replacements to top it off.
Besides the blood smears trailing from the operating table to his tray of tools, the room was pure white. All the GenCo. assistants in their little white dresses and heels with their bleached white walls and bleach white floors. A constant and even heart rate beeping again and again in the background. Every thing silent aside from directions Jackson barking directions every few minutes. No other color to grab attention besides the boy's exposed open flesh. Red clashing with white brought a clean sense to the room for Jackson. It brought him a safe ideal of sanitary civility. Relaxing.
Fishing his hands into the boy's wide open chest he looked over shoulder to one of the stunning young lady's. "Here. Cut this thread here." He commanded shortly before slicing open his stomach. "Gaaw- What did he have for breakfast?" He signed sticking his nose to the air in response to the smell that released.
This was the relaxing part of his day. Practically warm-ups before night fell and he would be off chasing down customers who're past due.
Post by Vittoria Largo on Sept 18, 2011 18:12:31 GMT -5
Vittoria walked into the room, still dressed in her school uniform. A black blue pleated skirt, simple white buttone up blouse with a black tie and a dark red blazer with the school name and crest embrordered over her heart. It was a Heart on fire sourrouned by several fluer de lis and the school motto in Latin underneath in cursive. (Scientia. Robur. Ipsum. Knowledge, strength, planning.)
She very casuall walked up behind the man working on this patient ignoring the stench and the mans screams. She glanced, or rather slightly glared, at several of the Geneterns making their way over to her. Sending them all away with a look. Vittoria found the GeneTerns annoying and worse they were everywhere. And Vittoria hated having witnesses to any...business she may have.
"Buona sera, signore," Vittoria said to the Repoman infront of her standing innocently with her hands clapsed infront of her. "Am I-a intruding on-a anything important?"
Post by Jackson Chasseur on Sept 19, 2011 19:14:31 GMT -5
The Surgeon jolted at her presents. He had been so focused on his work he hadn't noticed her coming in, along with nearly all the Geneterns headed out. He did several head takes between Vittoria and his project on the table. "Oh-H- Hello there." He stammered before waving his finger at her. "Yo....You must be the new Largo girl, correct?" Usually he'd immediately chase out any wondering guests but she did hold a resemblance to the other family members. "Your face." He stated circling the air with his waving hand, feeling no pressure to finish his thought. "You have a face like one of them." He finished looking back to his patient who screams were beginning to get alittle to loud for his liking. He dug down into an open draw of the operating table, sticking into the skinny male's wrist. No faster than a few seconds his screams transitioned to shallow breathes and hazed eyes. "You might want to put a mask and gloves on... For sanitary reasons." He requested pointing over to a box of gloves and masks boarded to the wall behind her.
Post by Vittoria Largo on Sept 19, 2011 23:22:08 GMT -5
"Well si of course. Sharing the-a same parents tends to-a ensure that-a you will-a look the same or at least share the-a similar features." Vittoria said putting on gloves, a mask,and an apron. She stood next to Jackson and looked closely at the man he was working on. "My name is-a Vittoria, most call me Toria. And what is-a your name?" She glared at a Genetern who strayed a little to close to her, instantly the woman backed off inching her way slowly but carefuly from the young Italian girl as if she was a dangerous viper ready to strike and kill her at any second. It had already been a week, and Vittoria had already earned a reputation among GeneCo staff as being just like her elder siblings.
But unlike her siblings Vittoria was smart and silent. And when she went after you, and if she decided you were worth the effort, you would never see it coming. Vittoria's victims would usually become permantly traumatized by the experiance. So much so that they had been permantly let go and instituionalized for the remainder of their days.
Post by Jackson Chasseur on Sept 20, 2011 13:05:28 GMT -5
"Wind Bag, Waitress, Worker..." He quietly phrased before calling out to the slowly fleeing Genetern. "Hey, Woman! Mind taking a break from being useless for a minute?" He sarcastically sneered through his surgical mask. By the time he finished it was just him and Vittoria. "What'd I miss....?" He mumbled looking back to the 'sweet little girl' that had chased away all his help. "Alright then. Victory, Vittoria, Tori, You don't mind some biology do you?" He asked gesturing a hand for her to come closer to the body. "Hold this still so I can attach it." He directed vaguely installing the new stomach.
"Chasseur" Jackson spit out with a stick french accent. In fact it sounded more like a sneeze 'Chaz-ah-'. A late reaction to her question.
Post by Vittoria Largo on Sept 21, 2011 20:28:25 GMT -5
Vittoria walked over and held open the wound with her left hand, watching as Chasseur worked. It was a good thing she was wearing a surgical mask because she was smiling like a kid would at Christmas. It wasn't one of her fake 'sweet' smiles it was real smile...and her real self. "Not at all, Signore Chasseur," She said. "It's one of my favorite subjects next to Physics and Chemistery."
Post by Jackson Chasseur on Sept 22, 2011 20:03:42 GMT -5
Jackson kept quiet for a moment before letting out a small laugh as he dug inside the unconscious man's rib cage. "Are you sure you're a Largo?" He teased hearing her interests. Besides other than body count and Business skills the Largo Syblings weren't the brightest bunch. The repoman hadn't ever heard a three syllable word come from Amber's mouth let alone, her opinion on continuums or spacetime. And to Jackson, the two sisters, in comparison, was nearly hilarious. "Have you ever worked with unlively bodies before? You're doing splendid." he added, praising her surprisingly helpful hands.
Post by Vittoria Largo on Sept 22, 2011 22:33:27 GMT -5
"If the-a DNA tests are acurate, and I've-a had about four of them done to-a make sure I wasn't a fake, than yes I am." Vittoria said not taking her eyes off the job Chasseur was doing. He was good at his job, she could tell by the way he was cutting quite cleanly. No blood spatter and the incisions were straight. "Yes and-a no. The-a biology lab at-a my old school in-a Italy would-a allow the-a AP biology students to-a discect a human body and human organs. Failed GeneCo organs like-a the hearts, lungs, and so forth. To-a see if we could tell what-a went wrong with-a them."
Post by Jackson Chasseur on Sept 23, 2011 18:50:34 GMT -5
Jackson lifted his hands back to his side giving a rather disappointed look. "Kids this days." He sighed before shaking his head and going back into his patient. "When I was your age I didn't let a poor educational system stop me. I took my studies home with me!" He explained proudly before taking a smooth slice across his heart and reaching a fist onto the beating organ. "I bet your Italiano fancy pants teacher never even let you have the experience to feel life beat in your very hands!" He called out a bit frantic as he removed his hand and gestured for her step up to the task.
Post by Vittoria Largo on Sept 23, 2011 20:04:52 GMT -5
"Mama and Nonna wouldn't-a allow me to-a bring anything dead into the-a house." Vittoria said sadly, "And there was-a no where I could-a hide a body without one of my-a family finding it or some nosey gardner either." She looked intrested in what Chasseur wanted her to do next. True she hadn't held a still beating heart in her hands...it seemed messy and an ineffectual way to kill someone to Vittoria. She much prefered to cause 'accidents' or poisons. Something that she couldn't be connected to easily. "No, all of the-a bodies I came in contact with in the-a classroom were already dead."
Vittoria gently slild her hand into the open cavity and laid her hand on the still beating heart. She felt it pulse a couple of times and knowing that she could just snatch it out of this persons body or leave it made her feel....powerful. She wondered if this what it felt to be a Repoman...or Rotti. "Did you-a know Rotti Largo at all?" She asked her hand still on the heart.
Post by Jackson Chasseur on Sept 25, 2011 19:18:49 GMT -5
His eyes light up at the name. A sigh came before he looked down on Vittoria. "Rotti was an amazing leader. Ruthless. His children seem to want his company to hold a more....friendly appeal."
He curled his lips at the idea, shifting his eyes back to the body. "The whole thing is fairly irrelevant to my job anyways. People need a doctor, friendly or not." he shrugged before continuing on the topic. "Rotti had a private funding for my research, though. It's sadly been cut off since his death. Despite how badly I need the funds, the new finicial leadership isn't much for me to put faith into. Plus privacy, All of GeneCo.'s personal affairs seem to end up on the front page these days." He explained holding back a disappointed tone that left him detached from his words. Finishing up the man's abdomen he held the wound together and signaled for Vittoria to use the surgical glue gun on the side table next to her.
Post by Vittoria Largo on Sept 27, 2011 16:16:48 GMT -5
Vittoria took the surgical glue gun and firmly pressed against the patients wound and noted that the glue inside was a glutaraldehyde instead of the usual cyanoacrylate, but she supposed that it being a heart surgery it would call for that. "Hmmm, so I-a take it that-a you aren't at all happy with-a Amber being in control?" Vittoria asked, from what it seemed very few people were happy about Rotti not being dead. She did smirk a little bit at Jacksons words about Rotti being 'ruthless.' "Well I have that in common with him at least." Vittoria thought taking the glue gun away from the wound.
"What-a type of research is that signore? I-a might be able to-a convince Mama to back you. After all she's-s Largo too technically. And if it-a intrestes her she might-a give a bit of-a money to your-a cause."
Post by Jackson Chasseur on Oct 5, 2011 19:56:29 GMT -5
"She's not a pleasure woman." He admitted under his breath. Tracing a blood covered finger across the patients forehead he sighed. "Research on the brain. Drowning, Drinkin- Thinking. You are aware of the black markets' form of Zydrates, surely? That's just from a small section of a deceased human brain. That only should be enough of an interest for the research I plan on conducting." He explained in a seemingly tranquil state. Just speaking vaguely of the matter gave him vivid flash backs of successful surgeries.
It wasn't a secret that he enjoyed his job alittle too much. He practically had withdraw symptoms without dissecting a corpse or two. The whole act gave him piece of mind. He tried to hold himself off from rambling over the subject. True, giving the details to Vittoria would be useful if she had convinced Amber to fund it but, as paranoid as he was, letting the information flow wasn't something that came easily.
Post by Vittoria Largo on Oct 5, 2011 20:47:10 GMT -5
"Well..." Vittoria sighed tossing her hair back from her face with a jerk of her head. "If-a it has to-a do with Zydrate, Amber will-a be intrested. Especially if it-a means she-a won't have to-a deal with-a any of-a the drug dealers anymore."
Vittoria spoke quite frankly and openly about her sisters addiction, figuring that everyone knew about it anyway. No matter how much Amber insisted that she was clean and hadn't touched Z in years...it was as obvious as the ever changing nose on her face. And in Vittoria's opinion it just made Amber look stupider for attempting to cover up what everyone obviously knew.
Post by Jackson Chasseur on Oct 14, 2011 13:46:41 GMT -5
Jackson clinched his fists in joy at her response. "hmn." He nodded before waltzing over to the door and calling out in a heated tone for the Geneterns to come back. "Finish it up!" He hissed at the high-heeled help.
Walking back over to Vittoria he guided he towards the door, before exiting he took a long stare at the door in fear it would collapse. "Not that I didn't enjoy your companies Miss Largo but I have to be off to see another price, pitch, patent." He stumbled over his words before shooting through the door, feverishly turning back to the door for and intense observation at the frame. "Always come...come..." He trailed off nearly mesmerized by his paranoia now.