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JEMMA SIMMONS
 Posted: Jun 2 2017, 10:06 PM
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C.A.D.

Nicknames / simmons

Age / 27

Occupation / bio-chemist

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FC / elizabeth henstridge

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adore / est / she/her


The occasional beep of the tablet in her palm was nothing short of elating to Simmons - she was on the right track, tracing down... something. She wasn't sure what but it had create quite a stir in her systems and frankly she hadn't been able to keep herself from wandering out into the expanse of New York city in an effort to potentially solve this seemingly random mystery. That was the thing, though, wasn't it? Everything was random now. She wanted to find a pattern, to find a way to quantify and label everything that was happening because as it stood? Nothing was making sense and that simply wouldn't do.

The click of her low-heeled boots on the city sidewalks was the only sound she had attuned her ears to as she rounded the corner onto 1st avenue, eyes trained on the small, holographic rendering in her hand. The hovering image morphed with her every turn, but the tiny blip of the signal's location - the anomaly, whatever it was - was growing closer. Simmons was just glad it hadn't moved on her; she wasn't dressed for a chase today.

Soon enough, she realized where she was. The streets in front of the hospital were busy, as any New York City hospital usually was, and she was hoping that whatever it was wasn't going to make anyone sick or hurt. She hadn't exactly prepared for that either. One would think she'd have learned her lesson on that front already. Luckily for Simmons, the map - still making soft noises - was directing her into an alley.

"Oh. Good." She breathed to herself, quietly cursing her curiosity as she dipped into the narrow expanse and wove her way between trash and refuse to get to the back of the building. It didn't take long for her tablet to pick up the reading - this time much stronger - in a pile of broken down boxes laying near the edge of the loading dock. The smell wasn't strong, but it certainly wasn't pleasant. Shoving the device into her satchel, she dug out a pair of thick latex gloves and slowly - cautiously - started to peel away layers of cardboard, watching the brown turn darker as it appeared to become damp several layers down. She held her breath as she worked through the stack, until the sound of footsteps just behind her made her jump up with a shriek and turn around.

"Hasn't anyone ever told you not to sneak up on people like that?"

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RYLAND LUCAS
 Posted: Jun 6 2017, 10:00 PM
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Civilian

Nicknames / Ry

Age / 33

Occupation / ER Nurse

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FC / patrick stump

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Trixie / EST / She/Her


An unspoken rule of the emergency room was that when you could get out for a break you did. Ryland hadn't worked in the ER for very long, having transferred down to the bustling area just a few months prior from the ICU. It was a new kind of stress in the ER. You saw everything as it was happening. There was no such thing as just coming in once someone was stabilized. You were the one doing the stabilizing and the one calling the police and the one handling families who just couldn't cope with what was happening. Sure, there was a bit of that in his old department but Ryland had been lucky enough to always be able to pass things off to doctors. Sometimes being a nurse did have its advantages.<p>

The day had been busy. Police had been in and out, meeting with various people here and there, taking statements and clogging up the hallways because they felt that they were more important than anyone else in the area. They were short staffed on the morning shift and Ryland had been swamped with people to monitor, calls to answer, scans to order. Add in the intern doctor who seemed to be glued to his side for fear of making a huge mistake and he was very happy to slip out of the building for the hour lunch break that he had been putting off for far too long.<p>

If this had been two years earlier Ryland would have pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit up, spending his hour battling an addiction that he only won because he was running out of money to keep supporting it. In current day he was snacking on a pack of crackers while trying to figure out what else he could do so that he wouldn't have to go back into that building. It was like the walls were caving in on him. Just as he was considering going and hiding on the roof and people watching, Ryland spotted the girl. She slipped easily into the alley beside the hospital, though she didn't look too pleased to be going there. She shouldn't have made him want to follow her but usually you didn't see well dressed young women disappearing into trash covered alleys.<P>

With his hands in the pockets of his scrubs, Ryland navigated his way through the trash, his eyes trained on the woman who was rummaging through wet cardboard. Was she newly homeless? That had to be it - it was the only reason she would even think about touching the stuff that came out of this hospital. When she jumped, noticing him, Ryland stopped walking, keeping a safe distance between the two of them but not changing his calm demeanor. <b>"I wasn't aware that I was sneaking,"</b> he said. <b>"Ya know, I wouldn't be touching any of the crap that is out here is I were you. You can find way better boxes outside of a restaurant or something."</b>
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JEMMA SIMMONS
 Posted: Jun 7 2017, 05:06 PM
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C.A.D.

Nicknames / simmons

Age / 27

Occupation / bio-chemist

single /

FC / elizabeth henstridge

Offline

adore / est / she/her


Jemma let her gaze skim over the man who spoke to her, taking in the creases of his scrubs, the way his hands rested in his pockets, his tired eyes and the bags underneath them. He didn't look like a threat, but no one ever did. Grant hadn't, and look what had happened with him. The thought made Simmons queasy and she had to redirect her attention back to him, keeping a safe distance between the two of them which, unfortunately, meant wedging her even closer to the foul smelling and apparently gooey heap of cardboard. She took a step back and nearly tripped over the slowly-saturating lump, only managing to steady herself with a quickly extended hand against the brick of the building.

"Yes, well, following someone through an alley hardly qualifies as not sneaking." She said as politely as she could manage, though nerves did shake her voice ever so slightly, a tremor most wouldn't even pick up on. She steadied herself, stepping off the corner of a broken down box. "I'm well acquainted with the world of pathogens, but unfortunately necessity breeds unfavorable situations." She quipped, eyes glancing down again. She wasn't exactly disgusted by anything, more fascinated, but she was wary of anything alien... especially if there might be alien bacteria involved. Almost dying could do that to a girl.

She actually had to laugh, however, when he suggested she was looking for boxes. Simmons gave a quick glance down at herself, wondering if her boots and maroon tights made her look quite so desperate, but then she reasoned that people of all walks of life certainly did odd things... and reminded herself that she shouldn't be so quick to judge simply because she'd been fortunate in life. She shook her head. "I'm not looking for boxes." She stated, deciding that this man was probably just a doctor or a nurse needing a bit of fresh air. She opened her satchel again, digging in with a careful, gloved hand, as she tried to find a sterile swab. Peeling the package open, she examined the cotton-tipped stick and crouched to get closer to the boxes. The smell certainly grew stronger as she bent, but she tried not to pay it any mind.

"Since you're here..." She hummed contemplatively, pushing aside a cardboard panel to reveal the source of the wetness, a slick, blue slime-like material that stretched and clung like bubblegum to a shoe when she lifted one box off the other. "If you have any idea what this material might be or where it came from?" She stuck the swap into the goo, twirled, and removed it before putting it back in it's pouch and then that pouch into another container within her bag. She straightened up. "It doesn't appear to be particularly corrosive, lucky for both of us. At least, if it is, it's slow acting. I'll really have to look at it under a microscope."

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RYLAND LUCAS
 Posted: Jun 10 2017, 07:51 PM
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Nicknames / Ry

Age / 33

Occupation / ER Nurse

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FC / patrick stump

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Trixie / EST / She/Her


Of course this couldn't have just been an easy break with a newlyl homeless woman. No. She had to be a scientist. Couldn't get away from people who were interested in things and how they worked and gooey substances that probably came from a body. Not when you were near a hospital. Taking a step closer to look at the stuff that was on the boxes, Ryland made a face at the smell he was met with. Gosh trash was awful. Bless the people who dealt with it for them once it was taken away from the ER - or anywhere in the hospital really. "Well the boxes that the... stuff... is on came from the pharmacy. They're delivery boxes, probably brought in some cases of drugs. From the looks of it it's not for distribution. That was a box that they shipped chemotherapy supplies in to be distributed to the cancer ward."

Had he had any gloves on RYland might have moved some boxes to make sure that they had all come from the same place. But his hands were bare and he didn't really like the idea of touching whatever that was without some kind of protection. He could have probably asked the nice British lady he was investigating this with for a pair of her gloves but that was too much dedication to the task at hand and he wasn't ready to make that kind of commitment. He had to go back to work at some point today - or else he would lose his job - and he didn't want to get too tied up in this. Even though it was starting to get ridiculously interesting.

"After they left the hospital they went down to our basement before our EVS person threw them out here for trash pick-up, which they shouldn't have done, to be honest. A truck comes and picks up our trash most of the time, the stuff that isn't biohazard. Most of the stuff out here comes from our cafeteria. It's rare that this kind of stuff ends up in our alley." Ryland backed up a couple of steps, not wanting to crowd the scientist while she did her investigation. He wasn't sure what had drawn her here but it seemed safer not to ask. "I'm Ryland, by the way. I work in the ER."
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