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Post by MAXWELL GAVIN BAY on Apr 19, 2015 21:27:41 GMT
Maxwell walked through the palace. He was one of the few that were allowed to be here since he was a doctor to the palace. He was picked and forced into the job, which was something he really didn’t want. He used it for good though; the doctor would help prisoners when he had the chance and people in town. He knew that if he got caught though he would probably get into a lot of trouble so a lot of the things he did to help other people was done in secrecy. The kid didn’t really understand what the big deal was about it. People were people and taking care of them and making sure that they were healthy and happy was his job and that’s what he liked to do. He would never refuse care to anyone.
Max continued to walk around before he headed to the prisons himself. He had given stitches to someone who was beaten and wanted to check on it. He was concerned for infections. Max stopped outside of the cell and called the person over. He looked at the wound and smiled.
“Satisfied with your care?” he asked with a smile and then left once the person thanked him. Max believed this was what he was supposed to do in the world. Help everyone.
Max made his way through the croquet grounds. The Doctor froze and stopped. He felt as if someone was watching him, following him on his little adventure today. He wondered why anyone would want to follow him for as long as they did, if they started when he was at the palace. This was a horrible and an uneasy feeling. It was also one of those things that made him not want to move anymore.
HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 19, 2015 23:49:42 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] TYPICALLY ATYPICAL [attr="class","next"] She had been suspicious of him for a long while — the doctor that was too nice, the patients that were getting better day by day. They hadn’t had a single death due to illness in the past five months and it was beginning to irk Helen. Something wasn’t right about the whole thing and the only person that she could trace it to was Maxwell Bay. The boring little doctor who attended to the guard. He always seemed up to something, although Helen wondered if he could even get it through his thick skull that there was something wrong with what she suspected him of doing. That day, she decided to follow him. Trained in the art of trailing someone, she kept to the shadows, but she saw him and she saw enough of what he was doing. One of the prisoners had visible stitches, which she knew to attribute to him. He was the only person with access to this area who even remotely knew his way around a needle and poly-fiber thread. Maxwell got up and left the prison and Helen followed. She would take it upon herself to make sure that Mr. Bay either stopped what he was doing or was royally fired from the guard. They were prisoners, not staying at some five-star hotel! As Helen followed, she grew careless. He was going to find out she was trailing him sooner or later, so she approached a little closer. The man stopped in the middle of the garden and Helen found herself smiling. He knew she was there, it had only been a matter of time. “Mr. Bay,” Helen’s voice was loud in the middle of the empty croquet field. It startled ever her a little bit. Reaching up, she flattened the back of her hair. She knew she should let him know what she had seen, “Satisfied with you care? Is that what you’ve been asking all the patients?” She looked down at her manicured nails with feigned disinterest.
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Post by MAXWELL GAVIN BAY on Apr 20, 2015 0:31:57 GMT
Max just stood there staring off into the distance when something else caught his eye. Yes, the young man had no attention span at all. A small little butterfly flew by and he got the urge to chase it, but his attention was brought back to a woman that was now standing in front of him. It was Helen Savage, one of the top people in command of the royal guard.
He just stared at her, not really showing any emotion of being afraid or anything of the sort. He had sort of a blank expression on his face, which often came in handy in situations like this. It made it nearly impossible to tell if he was lying or not. That always threw people off when he would talk to them. Honestly though, he was kind of nervous. He knew that she could do almost anything to him and no one would question it. She would probably arrest him herself, but he felt like she would have done that already and not stopped to talk to him.
She called him by his last name which was odd. He was never really referred to anything except Doctor. She had flat out told him that she had seen exactly what he was doing and asked if that was what he asked all the patients. “It’s polite to ask if they are satisfied or if they need anything else.” Max said to her, his expression was ever unchanging. “A patient’s care is the most important thing, ma’am.” He said to her, still polite.
Maxwell Bay For all my sweat, my blood runs weak
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on Apr 20, 2015 5:08:46 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] TYPICALLY ATYPICAL [attr="class","next"]Helen, quite frankly, had always thought that Maxwell Bay was an idiot. He seemed to get lost amongst his own thoughts more than anyone that she had ever met. The blonde reached up to tuck some of her hair behind her ear as she watched him looking after a butterfly. Then his eyes focused back on her — that dead sort of stare reaching her very bones as she tried not to shiver. What was it about him that made her feel dead inside? Shaking it off she shook her head, “You don’t ask prisoners if they need anything, Bay.” She returned, her tone slightly more pointed and angry at this point. She was tired of him playing dumb. For months she had been wondering about the patients and their ability to self-heal and give themselves stitches and now everything was figured out. She had caught him in the act and there was no getting around this one. Frankly — she wouldn’t be surprised if she got him fired when she told their supervisors. Wasting valuable medical equipment on the lowest of the low? Who did he think he was? Helen hated the way he was always so proper and polite. For one moment, she wanted to see him lose his cool — she wanted to see him do something other than just be a perfect doctor. This little slip up might be her way under his skin, she thought. “I will tell you what the most important thing is here, Doctor—” She growled as she took a step closer to him, jamming her index finger into his chest, “We’re working on limited supplies and you’re helping the Wonderland criminals. Don’t you see anything wrong with that?”
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Post by MAXWELL GAVIN BAY on Apr 20, 2015 5:23:07 GMT
The woman was fairly angry with him. He understood that and could see it in her face and hear it in her tone. He just tilted his head to the side though when she said that he shouldn’t ask prisoners if they needed anything. He was really confused to that. The young doctor really didn’t care what she thought about it all. He was doing his job. “Why?” he asked her curiously. “My job is to make sure everyone is in good health. It is against… my morals to not help a person, as well as to harm another human being.” Max simply stated to her, knowing that she wouldn’t like that answer.
She was staring at him, something that made him feel a little uncomfortable. His head went back to the upright position and he still stared back at her with that same emotionless look on his face. She continued to talk, telling him that she would tell him what the most important thing is here, and when she paused and didn’t say anything, Max raised his finger about to say something but she continued to talk, saying that they were working on limited supplies and asking him if he saw anything wrong in helping criminals as she jabbed her finger into his chest.
“What is the most important thing that you want to tell me?” he asked her, now putting his finger down. “There are plenty of supplies. You are lying to yourself.” He said to her, still his emotion and facial expression hadn’t changed. “I do not see anything wrong in helping another human being. No one deserves to be in pain.” Max said to her still not understanding what she is getting at. The tone of his voice was still polite.
Maxwell Bay For all my sweat, my blood runs weak
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Post by HELEN KATRINA SAVAGE on May 7, 2015 5:00:29 GMT
[googlefont="Open Sans Condensed:300"] TYPICALLY ATYPICAL [attr="class","next"] “They’re not people, they’re prisoners, Doc.” Helen was beginning to get frustrated with him. Sometimes it felt as if she was talking to a cardboard box. She had had just about enough of Maxwell Bay and she would be thankful when this little slip up got him fired. Maybe then they could hire a doctor who actually understood their existence as an organization. They weren’t there to help everyone, they were there to protect the Queen and protect their own — the guard. There was a difference. Helen was now glaring at him. Her dark eyes were aflame with anger and frustration. How dare he talk to her like that? She was his commanding officer! He was nothing more than a medic. Clenching her fists at her side, she willed herself not to lash out and punch him. That would just get her a talking to with Rourke. “Look, you.” She growled, taking a few steps forward and slamming her finger into his chest as she spoke. “We’re not some charity organization, you understand? You are a part of the Queen’s guard and it’s time you start acting like it.” She removed her finger from his chest cavity and looked past him. They weren’t being watched — they were alone in the croquet fields. “They’re going to be executed anyway, you realize that, don’t you? Those prisoners will die.” Now she was smirking again. She felt like she was taking candy from a baby and it felt so… good. “So logic me this, Doc. If what you’re doing it ‘for the greater good,’ what’s the point if they’re just going to die anyway?”
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