Let's Leave the Sound
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Let's Leave the Sound
Brayden Abrams Mon Sep 27, 2010 9:29 pm
Characters: Brayden Abrams & Gideon Shaw
When: A month before the parent’s disappearance.
Where: Stanford University Medical Center; Palo Alto, CA.
Summary: Before the chaos that has everyone moving into Azoth, Gideon & Brayden spend time at the hospital.
When: A month before the parent’s disappearance.
Where: Stanford University Medical Center; Palo Alto, CA.
Summary: Before the chaos that has everyone moving into Azoth, Gideon & Brayden spend time at the hospital.
In surgery, doctors have to be clean, precise, collecting. There’s no room for error. One slip of the scalpel and it could be the end of someone’s life. The responsibility that rests on a surgeon’s shoulders is heavy, quite possibly weighing them down for the rest of their lives. That entitlement can eat away at them, slowly picking at them over time to chip away all of their reassurances. Not many know how to deal with such accountability; no amount of tests, schooling, or practices can prepare a med student for the life they sign themselves up for. For Brayden, these rules of life were on the border of being true. Every day was a new journey, one that came with its own set of dos and don’ts. But the main objective, the reason for his being, always stayed the same. He was meant to be there, convinced that his part to play in the world was and always would be to save lives. With every cut, every clean incision, he’d be on a path to save the life that he held within his hands. While his colleagues, his friends, fretted over correct diagnoses and medications, over whether or not they’d have a residency offer after their internship was over, Brayden focused on his cases, on the surgeries that his resident allowed him to scrub in on. Without the surgeries, without focusing on each tiny incision, on limiting the exposure of the patient in his hands, there wouldn’t be healing. Without healing, every injury twists and tears into a malignant infection that would corrode every sense of being known – for himself, Brayden knows that surgery is the only way of dealing with his insecurities.
A month had passed since his younger sister’s death. The funeral had been back home, under looming black clouds pouring down fragments of lament. That day will forever be engraved into his memory banks, always a reminder that not everyone can be saved. Brayden knew that, knew that he wouldn’t be able to save every life that ended up on his operating table, but he knew that for Amelia’s sake, for his sanity, he’d give everything he had to save the life of his next patient. After that funeral, he had made the promise that he’d do anything for a patient, for his family; if the responsibility was in his hands, he’d do everything he could to heal every wound, every disease. With that decision, he stayed in Palo Alto. He made the choice to stay at the same hospital that he had made his home at. With his internship exam out of the way, Brayden was only waiting on the results to decide where to go from there. If he was honest with himself, he’d realize that he was lost – he didn’t know where he’d be going with his life after it was all said and done. His parents were back at home, waiting for the call that would tell them of their son’s success. Eli and Leigh were dealing with things on their accord, while Elliot was busy with theater work that kept his mind off of his dead sibling. They all had their own issues to deal with, which tore them apart even further as a family. With everyone focusing on dealing with the loss on their own, there was little left standing for the siblings as a whole.
The weather outside fit his mood. Though rain was drizzling down, it was still a beautiful day. From his spot in front of the large windows looking over the city, the Evoker contemplated his thoughts. Leaning over the railing, he watched the chaos below. Sighing, he thought about the dangers that the world hid besides the diseases that spread throughout the human system. As much as he would like to blame his sister’s death on the demons that escaped from the Shadow Realm, he knew that the cause of her death had been due to a Leopold. For him though, the hunters and the shadowkind were about on the same level of evil. As long as the religious fanatics continued killing humans, Arcanists or not, they would be just as bad and irredeemable as the monsters that hunted at night. Staring out at the cityscape, he took his bottom lip in between his teeth, chewing slightly at his thoughts.
A month had passed since his younger sister’s death. The funeral had been back home, under looming black clouds pouring down fragments of lament. That day will forever be engraved into his memory banks, always a reminder that not everyone can be saved. Brayden knew that, knew that he wouldn’t be able to save every life that ended up on his operating table, but he knew that for Amelia’s sake, for his sanity, he’d give everything he had to save the life of his next patient. After that funeral, he had made the promise that he’d do anything for a patient, for his family; if the responsibility was in his hands, he’d do everything he could to heal every wound, every disease. With that decision, he stayed in Palo Alto. He made the choice to stay at the same hospital that he had made his home at. With his internship exam out of the way, Brayden was only waiting on the results to decide where to go from there. If he was honest with himself, he’d realize that he was lost – he didn’t know where he’d be going with his life after it was all said and done. His parents were back at home, waiting for the call that would tell them of their son’s success. Eli and Leigh were dealing with things on their accord, while Elliot was busy with theater work that kept his mind off of his dead sibling. They all had their own issues to deal with, which tore them apart even further as a family. With everyone focusing on dealing with the loss on their own, there was little left standing for the siblings as a whole.
The weather outside fit his mood. Though rain was drizzling down, it was still a beautiful day. From his spot in front of the large windows looking over the city, the Evoker contemplated his thoughts. Leaning over the railing, he watched the chaos below. Sighing, he thought about the dangers that the world hid besides the diseases that spread throughout the human system. As much as he would like to blame his sister’s death on the demons that escaped from the Shadow Realm, he knew that the cause of her death had been due to a Leopold. For him though, the hunters and the shadowkind were about on the same level of evil. As long as the religious fanatics continued killing humans, Arcanists or not, they would be just as bad and irredeemable as the monsters that hunted at night. Staring out at the cityscape, he took his bottom lip in between his teeth, chewing slightly at his thoughts.
Brayden Abrams- Head Arcanist
- Domain : Evocation
Posts : 5
Re: Let's Leave the Sound
Gideon Shaw Wed Sep 29, 2010 11:38 pm
Working in a hospital seems like a stressful and often chaotic lifestyle, but after a few years in the same hospital working with the same people, Gideon was beginning to get use to all of it. The pungent aroma of ammonia that flooded the halls, the intense lighting of the operating room, the rhythmic chirping of the EKG machines all seemed normal and meant that he was in his own domain. He had no clue what time of the day it was. For all he knew it was the dead of night or noon on the dot. Time had little meaning in a hospital. People were sick regardless of the time of day and there was always something going wrong that forced a surgical team to work longer than it anticipated. Thats what this was. The operating theater was filled with surgical nurses, a team from neurology, small team from otolaryngology, and a team from plastic surgery. The operation for a skin graft to a burn victim's face was taking more time than anyone had expected and with each surgical team essentially tagging out for their own chance to take a crack at the problem at hand it seemed unlikely Gideon would be making it to clinical rounds today. What was already suppose to be a long surgery was only gearing itself up to be unbearable.
"Alright. Just suture and get her into recovery."
The only benefit of an obnoxiously long surgery was the immediate freedom it granted. Gideon moved along the line of doctors scrubbing out of the O.R with each step a piece of his surgical gown, mask, and head covering were slowly removed and tossed aside into their respective laundry container. One thing that never really seemed to change about working in a hospital setting was the ability of the hospital to take a great deal of energy out of you. Once he was able to depart the OR, Gideon made his way around the hospital to quickly clear his head of the last few hours of his life working on this case. He wanted to get back home and finally take a few days off. However his attention quickly shifted as he rounded the corner. All thoughts of his time off and the future were put on hold as he recognized the back of an colleague and friend.
"Dr. Abrams?" He started quickly with a small smirk. He'd normally never be so formal with Brayden, only to get his attention or joke with him.
The transmuters had always been able to move between the pressures of the magical world as well as the nonmagical world. Each one was an escape from the other and allowed them clearer minds than some of the other families. Gideon could only suspect what a brooding Brayden was doing looking out one of the large windows of the hospital into the rain. He suspected he couldn't be anything positive, but still as a friend he'd put life on hold for only a moment to tend to a friend.
Straightening the green surgical scrubs that covered his body he moved closer to Brayden's side to get his attention again.
"Brayden, you doing ok?" He said with a raised brow.
Gideon Shaw- Head Arcanist
- Domain : Transmutation
Posts : 7
Re: Let's Leave the Sound
Brayden Abrams Sun Oct 03, 2010 6:22 pm
Every so often, usually during one of his breaks where he wasn’t resting like he should, Brayden found himself in the exact spot he was standing, contemplating each and every idea that happened to pop into his head. More often than not, especially lately, his family consumed most of his thoughts. He didn’t like to admit it, but he had fallen out of touch with Eli. What once had been a tight-knit brotherly bond had been severed once his sister Amelia had been murdered. If he stood and dwelled on the fact, it was easy to slip even further into the mess that he found himself in. He tried to save the link between the two, but he knew he hadn’t tried his hardest. Elias was back home, dealing with things at his own accord. None of Brayden’s phone calls had been returned; voicemails rested like electronic ghosts that would never haunt. He found that the harder he tried, the busier he became – soon, he found himself not trying at all, giving up on reaching out to his older brother in favor of delving further into work. Surgeries had a habit of devouring his time, captivating him with their intense appeal. After all, it had always been easier to focus on something you love rather than dealing with things that were spiraling beyond control. After one case, he’d be assigned another. The process repeated itself until, by luck or grace, the Evoker found himself with a moment of free time – it was always then that he found himself in that spot, overlooking the city through weather-stained windows.
Fortunately for the interning surgeon, there were things – people – that kept him grounded. The people closest to him usually kept him on track. Insisting on a phone call at least once a day was Lorelei Ashford – the Enchantress had a way of getting what she desired, and if she hadn’t talked to her best friend in a day’s worth of time, she quickly found a way to get in touch. Though her commands could be overbearing for some, Brayden always found it charming. She always kept him in line, refusing to let him steer too far from his path. However, he had kept a secret from her that had yet to surface so far. Not too long after Amelia’s death, the Abrams had found a way of dealing with his issues that involved someone she may or may not have approved of. That would be a problem the two would be dealing with later on down the line, which Brayden realized – though, he was convinced he could keep it secret for longer than it’d last. The voice of the third saving grace cut through his thoughts, snapping him back to the reality of the hospital around him. The Shaw family had always been acquaintances of the Abrams as a result of the magical lineage both families shared, but Gideon and Brayden shared a friendship as a result of their careers. Both found a home in the hospital, and the Evoker found a friend in the kind man.
“I’m well. Just relishing in a quick breather before I head down to the labs.” Turning on his heels, the scrubs-clad intern flashed a bright smile. Brayden was thankful for the question. He had heard it many times over the past few months, though he had rarely heard it asked genuinely. Over the time he had psent at the hospital, Brayden had realized that Gideon was someone who would always care for the people around him – that much was evident even in his work. “How did your burn victim turn out? You look exhausted.” Blinking, Brayden looked back down towards the lower level viewable from the balcony. For a brief moment, he found himself staring directly into the eyes of a nurse with black hair. The woman stood completely still in her place, eyes glinting from the lights that lit up the hospital. The stranger cocked her head, lowering her eyes in the process. A threatening feeling washed over Brayden’s skin, forcing him to look away and turn his attention back to his friend. “That was weird. Do you know that nurse?” Casting a glance back down, the intern found no sign of the woman. Where she had once stood, emptiness resided; nothing had been left in her wake.
Fortunately for the interning surgeon, there were things – people – that kept him grounded. The people closest to him usually kept him on track. Insisting on a phone call at least once a day was Lorelei Ashford – the Enchantress had a way of getting what she desired, and if she hadn’t talked to her best friend in a day’s worth of time, she quickly found a way to get in touch. Though her commands could be overbearing for some, Brayden always found it charming. She always kept him in line, refusing to let him steer too far from his path. However, he had kept a secret from her that had yet to surface so far. Not too long after Amelia’s death, the Abrams had found a way of dealing with his issues that involved someone she may or may not have approved of. That would be a problem the two would be dealing with later on down the line, which Brayden realized – though, he was convinced he could keep it secret for longer than it’d last. The voice of the third saving grace cut through his thoughts, snapping him back to the reality of the hospital around him. The Shaw family had always been acquaintances of the Abrams as a result of the magical lineage both families shared, but Gideon and Brayden shared a friendship as a result of their careers. Both found a home in the hospital, and the Evoker found a friend in the kind man.
“I’m well. Just relishing in a quick breather before I head down to the labs.” Turning on his heels, the scrubs-clad intern flashed a bright smile. Brayden was thankful for the question. He had heard it many times over the past few months, though he had rarely heard it asked genuinely. Over the time he had psent at the hospital, Brayden had realized that Gideon was someone who would always care for the people around him – that much was evident even in his work. “How did your burn victim turn out? You look exhausted.” Blinking, Brayden looked back down towards the lower level viewable from the balcony. For a brief moment, he found himself staring directly into the eyes of a nurse with black hair. The woman stood completely still in her place, eyes glinting from the lights that lit up the hospital. The stranger cocked her head, lowering her eyes in the process. A threatening feeling washed over Brayden’s skin, forcing him to look away and turn his attention back to his friend. “That was weird. Do you know that nurse?” Casting a glance back down, the intern found no sign of the woman. Where she had once stood, emptiness resided; nothing had been left in her wake.
Brayden Abrams- Head Arcanist
- Domain : Evocation
Posts : 5
Re: Let's Leave the Sound
Gideon Shaw Tue Oct 05, 2010 12:50 am
Brayden's habit of brooding out the fourth floor window had not gone unnoticed. As one of his consistent friends within the hospital setting it was natural for Gideon to realize the unique quirks of his fellow surgeon. While not exactly close to the Evoker clan in general, Gideon was familiar with the recent tragedy going on in Brayden's life. The loss of any love one was enough to risk the stability of any doctor, and Brayden wasn't the exception. Gideon had wished he had known more about the evoker, but what little history they had was limited to the halls of the hospital. He had never discovered the family lines Brayden held beyond his lost sister Amelia whom he had only seen through photographs that Brayden had shown him of his family.
Unlike Brayden however, Gideon did not use work as a distraction but rather the basis of his identity. The transmuters were always branching out attempting to establish themselves within aspects of life that they would gain personal enrichment out of. Gideon had felt that a career helping innocent people regain a sense of normalcy in their lives would be an appropriate calling. As a transmuter and shaper, Gideon would use his abilities and expertise to help trauma victims. He never quite knew of Brayden's full reason for becoming a doctor, though he could only imagine it involved the same polarizing sense of helping those who needed him most.
"Constantly on your toes I see then." He retorted to the mans constantly busy schedule. At the very mention of the surgery he had only just escaped all he could offer was a head shake and unfortunate sigh. "Well you know what happens when you get twelve surgeons in a room and each one thinks he's god. I'm just glad that it turned out to be a success and in a few months this woman is going to be able to back to her life as if nothing had even happened." Gideon's head canted to the side for a moment to take in Brayden's own look of exhaustion. "When is your shift over you look like you could use some rest of your own."
Gideon brought himself back to reality however when Brayden shifted attention away from himself to the lower levels of the hospital. "Nurse?" Gideon asked looked to follow Brayden's eyes.
"I didn't see her." Gideon shrugged raising a brow again it almost looked as though Brayden had gotten a quick spook.
"Everything alright Brayden?"
Gideon Shaw- Head Arcanist
- Domain : Transmutation
Posts : 7
Re: Let's Leave the Sound
Brayden Abrams Wed Oct 13, 2010 10:22 pm
“Everyone’s born with a god complex.” The statement was mostly to himself, though it was in agreement to his friend’s description of his prior surgery. Lips pulled themselves upward and into a half-smile as Brayden fixed his eyes on his colleague, if only from the good news about the latter’s patient. The hospital was no stranger to death and sickness, but it wasn’t foreign to survivors, either. The tale of a successful surgery and another day gained was one that brought happiness to most – even if that happiness only fueled the very god complex that was mentioned. Each surgeon had the Evoker had come to know in his life was convinced they alone had the ability to save a life with a scalpel gripped in their hand. Brayden wasn’t shy of the concept – he had found himself stumbling into the belief on more than one occasion, frequently whenever he was given the opportunity to scrub in. Like every student he had graduated above, he too had the belief that he was going to be a world-renowned savior. Though his start had been somewhat innocent, the events that had put him on his medical path had only fueled his desire to make a name for himself. He had never been one to do things lightly, and his choice to be a surgeon wasn’t going to be his start – if he was going to be a doctor, he was going to be his absolute best at it. No matter what it took.
Gideon’s questions brought the Evoker’s attention back to reality, and brown eyes fixed themselves onto his friend’s form. His smile faded into a thin line, eyebrows furrowing before words were spoken. “My shift ends soon enough; I’ll be all right, though.” There was no need to worry his friend’s about trivial matters, which was what Brayden deemed his recent thoughts. For a moment he pictured the face of the nurse in his mind, unconsciously enamored with the thought of who the lady could be. Clearing his throat, he spoke again. “Did you hear about the cadaver lab?” Having overheard a few nurses while studying charts, he had caught a somewhat interesting story. It had caught his interest, even though he didn’t frequently participate in hospital gossip. “Apparently some interns have gone rogue and have been practicing on the cadavers. No one’s caught them yet, but every few days a new body’s found.” Truth be told, Brayden was a bit skeptical about the stories. He wasn’t sure how a group of interns could be attempting surgeries on cadavers without being caught – especially if they were leaving a mess behind. He had heard one nurse say that sticky substances had been left afterward – it was a wonder how truthful the story could actually be, but it was a something different to keep his mind entertained.
“I heard Olivia talking about how the body hadn’t even been cleaned after. I mean, take everything with a grain of salt, but it’s still a strange story to be circulating around here.”
Gideon’s questions brought the Evoker’s attention back to reality, and brown eyes fixed themselves onto his friend’s form. His smile faded into a thin line, eyebrows furrowing before words were spoken. “My shift ends soon enough; I’ll be all right, though.” There was no need to worry his friend’s about trivial matters, which was what Brayden deemed his recent thoughts. For a moment he pictured the face of the nurse in his mind, unconsciously enamored with the thought of who the lady could be. Clearing his throat, he spoke again. “Did you hear about the cadaver lab?” Having overheard a few nurses while studying charts, he had caught a somewhat interesting story. It had caught his interest, even though he didn’t frequently participate in hospital gossip. “Apparently some interns have gone rogue and have been practicing on the cadavers. No one’s caught them yet, but every few days a new body’s found.” Truth be told, Brayden was a bit skeptical about the stories. He wasn’t sure how a group of interns could be attempting surgeries on cadavers without being caught – especially if they were leaving a mess behind. He had heard one nurse say that sticky substances had been left afterward – it was a wonder how truthful the story could actually be, but it was a something different to keep his mind entertained.
“I heard Olivia talking about how the body hadn’t even been cleaned after. I mean, take everything with a grain of salt, but it’s still a strange story to be circulating around here.”
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