Doctor Who? {Open}

[Cazaril]

No, Cazaril was not a doctor. Far from it really. But he had been having horrendous headaches for days and wasn't sure why. He'd been in this place for a week and so far, he was still feeling like hell.

Though, that might be due to the fact his room was a hell hole, and he didn't know anyone well enough to ask them about the place so he was stumbling around in the dark.

Maybe it was the whole trying to read in pitch black thing.

Anyway, Cazaril stepped through the hospital and blinked a few times in the deep black of the derelict corridors all of which that probably were once sterile and everything else. It was most likely that this place was only used now for emergencies.

Actually, he got a sneaky suspicion that he probably wasn't allowed here.

Either way, he was looking for painkillers, and if he wasn't going to be able to find if through human relations, dammit a hospital surely would have something to numb his head?

[Rhiannon Elphame]

It had been a momentary lapse in concentration, a flaw in her otherwise perfect record for manipulating everybody into giving her what she wanted, and now she was stuck in a damn hospital, where they were sick people.
She wondered if it was even safe to be here, most of the rest of the building certainly wasn't clean anymore, and who knew what kind of diseases it had seen before becoming abandoned, were any of them still lurking there, somehow?

She hadn't even been here for very long, but she'd still heard kids trying to scare each other by telling tales of dead people left in the hospital when the town was abandoned, rotting, providing a breeding ground for who knows what nasties, but that couldn't be true, could it?

Even if it wasn't true, she still didn't want to be here. She'd been flirting with some cute guy who volunteered at the hospital when, somehow, in a moment of weakness, she hadn't been paying attention and she seemed to have agreed to come and help out as well.
Her, help other people? As if.

So as soon as she'd been able to, she'd slipped away from the main area of the hospital - the cleaner, magically lit area that was actually being used for what injuries the mythlings suffered - and into the darker, abandoned corridors. Much as she didn't appreciate the dirt and the dark, it was better than being out there, and she could play the damsel and pretend she got lost and perhaps salvage her chances with the attractive philanthropist. It wasn't like anybody would find her down here and ruin her story.

Then she bumped into someone.

[Cazaril]

Cazaril had found a particularly dark patch of hospital, he was using his eyes to the best of his ability, trying to adjust to the light, as there was some, not far away. He was preceding out of the darkness when his shoulder collided with another and for a moment he wasn't 20 year old Caz, he was someone else, something else, his hands went up in fists and self defence.

'Who's there?' he said, his face quick to anger and paranoia. His hands raised in balls of skin. Eyes twiddling around in the dark.

It really was pretty dark, and Caz wished he'd bought a torch, or knew a fairy or something that could light the way.

[Rhiannon Elphame]

Rhiannon was also immediately on the defensive, but with words rather than fists. Very much a 'how dare somebody bump into me' sort of attitude, whether or not it had been pitch black and just as much her fault as his.

"I could ask you the same question." She shot back, never really one for straight answers at the best of times, and it only increased when she was annoyed.

She stepped back slightly to stay out of range in case he was the dangerous sort, though she didn't actually have much fear for anything, she wasn't an idiot, and knew she wasn't overburdened with physical strength.