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Post by Damien Griffiths on Aug 26, 2010 15:17:05 GMT -5
After carefully checking nobody was around to see him enter, Damien gulped down his fears and walked towards the infirmary door. He'd learnt there was now a nurse at the academy, and he'd have to confront the person some day if anything happened. This was something he dreaded greatly, especially because he was never sure whom he could trust. With clenched fists he stood in front of the door for about half a minute, and then knocked.
It nearly knocked the wind out of him. No turning back now.
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Post by Ame Robinson on Sept 8, 2010 14:52:34 GMT -5
As she sometimes did when things were slow, Ame was playing her viola in her office and thus did not immediately register the knock. Damien could probably hear it through the door: the strains of some melancholy tune, both sad and hopeful, and ultimately uplifting. If he listened long enough, he would start to feel it take effect on his own mood, though only in a muffled way. The instrument worked best on an unimpeded ear.
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Post by Damien Griffiths on Sept 9, 2010 8:22:02 GMT -5
Hearing the music inside, Damien thought perhapse the nurse had a CD with classical music on in her office. He entered, and looked around if she was in sight.
"Hullo? Anybody here?"
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Post by Damien Griffiths on Sept 28, 2010 20:12:56 GMT -5
Looking around, he flumped down into a chair in the foyer, waiting for the nurse to show herself. A bit louder, he called out.
"Hello? Anyone in?"
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