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damned_institute2012-03-04 01:41 pm
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Dayshift 62: Doctor's Office 8 (Dr. Cox) [2nd Shift]
With all he'd done, or hadn't done the previous day, Cox had been hoping for his release form to be waiting on the desk when he came in the next morning. Instead he had the pleasure of a notice, not from the management of Landel's Institute, but from the ever-hated dictator of Sacred Heart Hospital. Since willing the paper to burst into flames hadn't worked no matter how long he'd stared at the thing, Cox had been forced to pick up and read the memo. When he was through browsing what amounted to a threat over his chances of seeing his son before the brat started Kindergarten if he didn't start doing the job he was assigned, Cox determined flames would just not be enough to show his feelings over that one.
So when the door opened to his office this morning, the nurse and patient both had less than a second to duck out of the way as a dart went sailing out at Cox's strongest throwing speed. On a good day he could probably manage a shot upwards of 70mph, but he'd have been damned if he wasn't throwing higher right then.
"Oh now that was a perfect shot!" Cox whined at the two, raising a hand at the board he'd been sure to hit without interference.
Darts already littered the board, each placed amazingly well onto the image of an elderly man who'd been Sharpie'd into looking like the devil, red horns and all. Most of the darts were centered right onto Bob Kelso's schnoz, however there were a number sticking out from his eyes, ears, and one Cox had thrown so hard that it had stuck into the very door itself. This dart hung at a much lower location despite there being no drawings down there.
Growling at his loss, Cox stormed over to the board and ripped out the darts, leaving the lower one to hang as he settled a glare onto the nurse they'd offered up to him this time. "Go before I take to shooting moving targets."
So when the door opened to his office this morning, the nurse and patient both had less than a second to duck out of the way as a dart went sailing out at Cox's strongest throwing speed. On a good day he could probably manage a shot upwards of 70mph, but he'd have been damned if he wasn't throwing higher right then.
"Oh now that was a perfect shot!" Cox whined at the two, raising a hand at the board he'd been sure to hit without interference.
Darts already littered the board, each placed amazingly well onto the image of an elderly man who'd been Sharpie'd into looking like the devil, red horns and all. Most of the darts were centered right onto Bob Kelso's schnoz, however there were a number sticking out from his eyes, ears, and one Cox had thrown so hard that it had stuck into the very door itself. This dart hung at a much lower location despite there being no drawings down there.
Growling at his loss, Cox stormed over to the board and ripped out the darts, leaving the lower one to hang as he settled a glare onto the nurse they'd offered up to him this time. "Go before I take to shooting moving targets."