Post by Barrel on Sept 24, 2007 20:37:02 GMT -8
Orin's POV. One of his more difficult days at work.
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It was seven thirty in the morning, and I was wide awake and ready for work. My motorcycle weaved in and out of traffic, and I laughed at the poor fools stuck in traffic. But soon, I reached my workplace, climbing off my vehicle and watching it screech to a stop. At least everybody knew to leave it alone. The moron who had tried to wreck my precious last week learned to leave it alone the hard way. I doubt he'll be eating any solid foods for a while. Oh yeah... that was great, I'd give my left t- uh, leg (eh, something else actually, just want to keep this a little cleaner so I can beat up poor fools with dirty minds who read this, hehehe) to be able to beat that kid up again. Forget about that, I'm done talking about that subject.
I waltzed into my office as if I owned the place. I did, of course. Dentists usually have a lot of the green stuff used to purchase goods and services. I just liked how that sounds. As if I owned the place. Nice. Anyways, I walked into the waiting room, glaring at the nurse who approached me. You'd think that she'd learn that I wasn't a morning person by now; she had been working for me for many years. Before she could give me a cheerful greeting, I pulled my helmet off of my head and tossed it at her. At least it hit her in the face. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad. But ugh, I need coffee.
I practically ran to the coffeepot, quickly pouring myself a cup. Coffee, just like nitrous oxide and causing pain, made everything better. I took a sip as I walked into the examining room with the first patient of the day- and then choked, spitting the painfully hot coffee onto my patient. "GODDAMN IT!" I shrieked. That was hot! But then I noticed the look on the man's face- that of excruciating pain- and I couldn't help but smile as I walked towards him. Huh. For some reason, he had the deer-in-headlights look on his face. I adjusted the chair so he was leaning back, staring into his eyes and grinning. I now knew what to do with the rest of that coffee. I "accidentally" chose that moment to check my watch, pouring the coffee onto the man's chest. "Oops," I said with a giggle, grin widening as the man screamed with pain. Now it was time to start working on his mouth. I whirled around and dug through my cabinet of tools, each one more dangerous-looking than the last. But I finally chose my rusty pliers. They never failed to cause fear and pain.
"Oh... my... God..." the man gasped, staring bug-eyed at the pliers. "Y-you're not gonna use those on me, are you?"
I rolled my eyes. Of course I was! The guy was a freakin' moron. I mean, seriously. I'm a dentist. I'm supposed to cause as much pain as I can. "No shit, Sherlock," I sneered. "Now shut up and open up." I had to force the man's jaw open. "Ah, let's see..." I examined his teeth, deciding which ones I wanted to pull. "That one... and that one... and I ABSOLUTELY must have that one."
"Wha-" the man begin, panicking as I gripped one of his molars with my pliers, tugging as hard as I could.
"Don't worry sir, this will only hurt until ya pass out!" I hissed, eyes glittering with delight. As I know I've said before, tight clothes and me don't go together, especially when I'm working. I'd say why, but I don't wanna hafta up the rating, so I'll just leave it at that. And if you had a dirty thought cross your mind when you read that, your appointment is next Thursday; let me drill through half your teeth. Sickos...
Well, I finished working on that man's mouth about half an hour later. I watched him leave with a satisfied smile on his face, blood spattered on my uniform and three or four teeth next to my discarded tools. I finally stood up once the initial thrill of watching a "satisfied" patient leave, strolling into the waiting room. "Next-" I paused, staring. "Oh God, no... please no..."
"Hiya Doc!" an unusually cheerful man said excitedly, leaping up from his seat and tossing one of my magazines (Pain Magazine, if you must know) aside. "Remember me?"
"Unfortunately..." I grumbled, then cast a hopeful glance at the nurse. "Does he have an appointment?" I decided it was time to start believing in a higher power. 'Oh God, Buddha, Zeus, whoever's up there... Momma! Oh Momma, please let Denton not have an app-' My thoughts were interrupted by the nurse.
"He has an appointment," she informed me. I tried not to groan too loudly. It was men like... like HIM that took all the pleasure out of being a dentist.
"Oh Doctor Scrivello, wanna know what I have today?" Arthur Denton asked eagerly, hopping up and down with pure bliss. Why did he hafta come to MY office!? Out of ALL the dentists in New York, why did he have to come here!? Before I could reply ("No" was my answer, of course), Denton began. "I've got five or six cavities! And I need a few teeth pulled." He grinned, flashing his obviously healthy teeth at me.
I groaned, louder this time, then snarled. "Fine. FINE. Go sit in the stupid chair, see if I care." Grumbling to myself, I shoved Denton ahead of me and into the room, and he happily flopped down in the chair, ignoring the blood.
"You see, yesterday, I was walking through the graveyard and I tripped over this tombstone, and smashed my face into the ground," Denton explained as I grumpily sorted through my tools. Oh please let me escape that man before I went insane...
"Shut up, open wide, and don't you dare show that you like this," I snapped. Denton was a masochist. Last time I had started drilling into his teeth, he had moaned loudly and grinned, yelling happily and grabbing onto me, and finally... uh... I'll keep the rating as it is. Just know that he enjoyed it a little too much.
I pulled out my drill, and began drilling holes in his teeth, trying to hide how much I disliked this man, who simply chattered nonsense the whole time. "-and then he said "Don't fall out of the tree", and then that's what I ended up doing, breaking my arm. At least the rest of my class signed the cast-"
Finally, I filled his teeth with that silver stuff. I never remember what it's called. So now I could kick Denton out. "So long!" I crowed, then paused as I glanced at where I had laid my tools. "Wait a minute... STOP STEALING MY GODDAMN TOOLS, YOU SICK MASOCHISTIC FREAK!" I had to race after the man to catch him before he could escape with my tools. I needed those for work! I finally tackled Denton, and wrestled with him until I finally managed to pry the tools from his grip. "Now get OUTTA HERE!" I shrieked, leaping to my feet and kicking Denton in the ribs, whirling around and walking back into my office, glaring at everyone I passed.
The nurse took one look at my expression and rushed away. I dunno why. Maybe she was trying to do the sensible thing (for once) and leave me alone. But she reappeared moments later, and handed me my gas mask. Oh. So that's what she had been doing. I snatched the mask and shot the nurse my fiercest glare, causing her to scurry away. I then carefully put on the mask. This was one of the few things that could calm me when I was upset. The gas, making me light-headed as I inhaled it, never failed to bring a smile to my face- especially when I began giggling. So I'm addicted to nitrous oxide. Who cares? I don't waste it on my patients, and instead use it myself, which is a better use for the giggle gas than what other dentists use it for, I might add. Pshff, who numbs patients nowadays? It dulls the senses, they don't scream, and it's not fun.
I inhaled once I had the mask secured, exhaling slowly, giggling as I did so. The gas was already beginning to affect me, as I noticed when I staggered to the waiting room and shrieked, "NEXT!", bursting into laughter as I dragged a young boy back to the room so I could begin work. Wow. This stuff is GREAT! Seriously, you guys should try some sometime- but not mine. Get your own. I was flying! The room seemed brighter somehow, and I could've sworn I was watching this all as if it were a play, or on the news, or something. I stumbled, then caught myself, climbing onto the dentist chair to both hold down the boy and to keep from falling over. "Say ahh!" I ordered, chuckling as I pulled out my pliers.
I finished with the boy, dragging his limp body out to the waiting room. The kid had passed out shortly after I began the work on his mouth. My vision blurred, and I remembered that I still had my mask on. How long had it been on? I needed to breathe some oxygen before I suffocated! I turned off the gas, still shrieking with laugher, and pulled off my mask, laughter fading as I greedily sucked actual air into my lungs. If I wore the mask for too long, I'd asphyxiate because oxygen wasn't mixed with the gas. Oh no, it was the pure stuff. Made it stronger, you see.
I shot a glance at the clock. Six o'clock. Closing time. And I had a date. So I hummed a somewhat haunting tune (the funeral march, for anyone who cares) as I casually picked my helmet up off the floor, where it had fallen after hitting the nurse this morning, zipped up my leather jacket, and strode outside to leap onto my motorcycle, starting the engine and speeding away. I passed a sign that read "Speed Limit: 20 MPH". Pshff. I ignored it, not slowing as I sped along at about three times that speed. I was picking her up from work today. Now, let's see... I hope I can find the place. I got lost last time. Uh... There it is! The stupid flower shop. I hopped off my vehicle- again, before it stopped completely, and burst into the shop. "Come on Audrey, don't be late!" I snapped as the blonde inside hurried over to me.
"Bye Mister Mushnik, bye Seymour!" she called over her shoulder. Stupid ditzy blonde. She needs to learn that not all of us have lots of time to waste. Seriously. It's as if time doesn't exist for her.
After looking at that woman, I refused to start the motorcycle. "Go fetch your goddamn sweater before you freeze to death, you stupid cow!" I hissed, climbing off the vehicle. "Move it! I don't have all night!" I grabbed my girlfriend roughly by the wrist and dragged her back to the shop. "Jeez, you wouldn't hafta come back to fetch that stupid sweater if your freakin' head was screwed on properly!" I snarled, standing in the doorway of the shop as Audrey hurried inside and grabbed her sweater. "Now COME ON! MOVE IT! Can you go any slower!?" I slapped my girlfriend across the face as hard as I could, hiding a grin. It felt good, causing the blonde pain like this. She was trying not to cry out, I could tell. So I grabbed her wrist again and twisted it behind her back, finally causing the girl to emit a gasp of pain. "SHUT UP YOU STUPID WOMAN!" I finally screeched, dragging the girl across the street and to her apartment. She'd better have kept those handcuffs, that's all I can say.
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It was seven thirty in the morning, and I was wide awake and ready for work. My motorcycle weaved in and out of traffic, and I laughed at the poor fools stuck in traffic. But soon, I reached my workplace, climbing off my vehicle and watching it screech to a stop. At least everybody knew to leave it alone. The moron who had tried to wreck my precious last week learned to leave it alone the hard way. I doubt he'll be eating any solid foods for a while. Oh yeah... that was great, I'd give my left t- uh, leg (eh, something else actually, just want to keep this a little cleaner so I can beat up poor fools with dirty minds who read this, hehehe) to be able to beat that kid up again. Forget about that, I'm done talking about that subject.
I waltzed into my office as if I owned the place. I did, of course. Dentists usually have a lot of the green stuff used to purchase goods and services. I just liked how that sounds. As if I owned the place. Nice. Anyways, I walked into the waiting room, glaring at the nurse who approached me. You'd think that she'd learn that I wasn't a morning person by now; she had been working for me for many years. Before she could give me a cheerful greeting, I pulled my helmet off of my head and tossed it at her. At least it hit her in the face. Maybe this day wouldn't be so bad. But ugh, I need coffee.
I practically ran to the coffeepot, quickly pouring myself a cup. Coffee, just like nitrous oxide and causing pain, made everything better. I took a sip as I walked into the examining room with the first patient of the day- and then choked, spitting the painfully hot coffee onto my patient. "GODDAMN IT!" I shrieked. That was hot! But then I noticed the look on the man's face- that of excruciating pain- and I couldn't help but smile as I walked towards him. Huh. For some reason, he had the deer-in-headlights look on his face. I adjusted the chair so he was leaning back, staring into his eyes and grinning. I now knew what to do with the rest of that coffee. I "accidentally" chose that moment to check my watch, pouring the coffee onto the man's chest. "Oops," I said with a giggle, grin widening as the man screamed with pain. Now it was time to start working on his mouth. I whirled around and dug through my cabinet of tools, each one more dangerous-looking than the last. But I finally chose my rusty pliers. They never failed to cause fear and pain.
"Oh... my... God..." the man gasped, staring bug-eyed at the pliers. "Y-you're not gonna use those on me, are you?"
I rolled my eyes. Of course I was! The guy was a freakin' moron. I mean, seriously. I'm a dentist. I'm supposed to cause as much pain as I can. "No shit, Sherlock," I sneered. "Now shut up and open up." I had to force the man's jaw open. "Ah, let's see..." I examined his teeth, deciding which ones I wanted to pull. "That one... and that one... and I ABSOLUTELY must have that one."
"Wha-" the man begin, panicking as I gripped one of his molars with my pliers, tugging as hard as I could.
"Don't worry sir, this will only hurt until ya pass out!" I hissed, eyes glittering with delight. As I know I've said before, tight clothes and me don't go together, especially when I'm working. I'd say why, but I don't wanna hafta up the rating, so I'll just leave it at that. And if you had a dirty thought cross your mind when you read that, your appointment is next Thursday; let me drill through half your teeth. Sickos...
Well, I finished working on that man's mouth about half an hour later. I watched him leave with a satisfied smile on his face, blood spattered on my uniform and three or four teeth next to my discarded tools. I finally stood up once the initial thrill of watching a "satisfied" patient leave, strolling into the waiting room. "Next-" I paused, staring. "Oh God, no... please no..."
"Hiya Doc!" an unusually cheerful man said excitedly, leaping up from his seat and tossing one of my magazines (Pain Magazine, if you must know) aside. "Remember me?"
"Unfortunately..." I grumbled, then cast a hopeful glance at the nurse. "Does he have an appointment?" I decided it was time to start believing in a higher power. 'Oh God, Buddha, Zeus, whoever's up there... Momma! Oh Momma, please let Denton not have an app-' My thoughts were interrupted by the nurse.
"He has an appointment," she informed me. I tried not to groan too loudly. It was men like... like HIM that took all the pleasure out of being a dentist.
"Oh Doctor Scrivello, wanna know what I have today?" Arthur Denton asked eagerly, hopping up and down with pure bliss. Why did he hafta come to MY office!? Out of ALL the dentists in New York, why did he have to come here!? Before I could reply ("No" was my answer, of course), Denton began. "I've got five or six cavities! And I need a few teeth pulled." He grinned, flashing his obviously healthy teeth at me.
I groaned, louder this time, then snarled. "Fine. FINE. Go sit in the stupid chair, see if I care." Grumbling to myself, I shoved Denton ahead of me and into the room, and he happily flopped down in the chair, ignoring the blood.
"You see, yesterday, I was walking through the graveyard and I tripped over this tombstone, and smashed my face into the ground," Denton explained as I grumpily sorted through my tools. Oh please let me escape that man before I went insane...
"Shut up, open wide, and don't you dare show that you like this," I snapped. Denton was a masochist. Last time I had started drilling into his teeth, he had moaned loudly and grinned, yelling happily and grabbing onto me, and finally... uh... I'll keep the rating as it is. Just know that he enjoyed it a little too much.
I pulled out my drill, and began drilling holes in his teeth, trying to hide how much I disliked this man, who simply chattered nonsense the whole time. "-and then he said "Don't fall out of the tree", and then that's what I ended up doing, breaking my arm. At least the rest of my class signed the cast-"
Finally, I filled his teeth with that silver stuff. I never remember what it's called. So now I could kick Denton out. "So long!" I crowed, then paused as I glanced at where I had laid my tools. "Wait a minute... STOP STEALING MY GODDAMN TOOLS, YOU SICK MASOCHISTIC FREAK!" I had to race after the man to catch him before he could escape with my tools. I needed those for work! I finally tackled Denton, and wrestled with him until I finally managed to pry the tools from his grip. "Now get OUTTA HERE!" I shrieked, leaping to my feet and kicking Denton in the ribs, whirling around and walking back into my office, glaring at everyone I passed.
The nurse took one look at my expression and rushed away. I dunno why. Maybe she was trying to do the sensible thing (for once) and leave me alone. But she reappeared moments later, and handed me my gas mask. Oh. So that's what she had been doing. I snatched the mask and shot the nurse my fiercest glare, causing her to scurry away. I then carefully put on the mask. This was one of the few things that could calm me when I was upset. The gas, making me light-headed as I inhaled it, never failed to bring a smile to my face- especially when I began giggling. So I'm addicted to nitrous oxide. Who cares? I don't waste it on my patients, and instead use it myself, which is a better use for the giggle gas than what other dentists use it for, I might add. Pshff, who numbs patients nowadays? It dulls the senses, they don't scream, and it's not fun.
I inhaled once I had the mask secured, exhaling slowly, giggling as I did so. The gas was already beginning to affect me, as I noticed when I staggered to the waiting room and shrieked, "NEXT!", bursting into laughter as I dragged a young boy back to the room so I could begin work. Wow. This stuff is GREAT! Seriously, you guys should try some sometime- but not mine. Get your own. I was flying! The room seemed brighter somehow, and I could've sworn I was watching this all as if it were a play, or on the news, or something. I stumbled, then caught myself, climbing onto the dentist chair to both hold down the boy and to keep from falling over. "Say ahh!" I ordered, chuckling as I pulled out my pliers.
I finished with the boy, dragging his limp body out to the waiting room. The kid had passed out shortly after I began the work on his mouth. My vision blurred, and I remembered that I still had my mask on. How long had it been on? I needed to breathe some oxygen before I suffocated! I turned off the gas, still shrieking with laugher, and pulled off my mask, laughter fading as I greedily sucked actual air into my lungs. If I wore the mask for too long, I'd asphyxiate because oxygen wasn't mixed with the gas. Oh no, it was the pure stuff. Made it stronger, you see.
I shot a glance at the clock. Six o'clock. Closing time. And I had a date. So I hummed a somewhat haunting tune (the funeral march, for anyone who cares) as I casually picked my helmet up off the floor, where it had fallen after hitting the nurse this morning, zipped up my leather jacket, and strode outside to leap onto my motorcycle, starting the engine and speeding away. I passed a sign that read "Speed Limit: 20 MPH". Pshff. I ignored it, not slowing as I sped along at about three times that speed. I was picking her up from work today. Now, let's see... I hope I can find the place. I got lost last time. Uh... There it is! The stupid flower shop. I hopped off my vehicle- again, before it stopped completely, and burst into the shop. "Come on Audrey, don't be late!" I snapped as the blonde inside hurried over to me.
"Bye Mister Mushnik, bye Seymour!" she called over her shoulder. Stupid ditzy blonde. She needs to learn that not all of us have lots of time to waste. Seriously. It's as if time doesn't exist for her.
After looking at that woman, I refused to start the motorcycle. "Go fetch your goddamn sweater before you freeze to death, you stupid cow!" I hissed, climbing off the vehicle. "Move it! I don't have all night!" I grabbed my girlfriend roughly by the wrist and dragged her back to the shop. "Jeez, you wouldn't hafta come back to fetch that stupid sweater if your freakin' head was screwed on properly!" I snarled, standing in the doorway of the shop as Audrey hurried inside and grabbed her sweater. "Now COME ON! MOVE IT! Can you go any slower!?" I slapped my girlfriend across the face as hard as I could, hiding a grin. It felt good, causing the blonde pain like this. She was trying not to cry out, I could tell. So I grabbed her wrist again and twisted it behind her back, finally causing the girl to emit a gasp of pain. "SHUT UP YOU STUPID WOMAN!" I finally screeched, dragging the girl across the street and to her apartment. She'd better have kept those handcuffs, that's all I can say.