by cathy » Mon Apr 07, 2014 2:17 pm
Dr. Zinc sits at her table caked in dry blood, both from red, green, and black ichor sources. Her once pristine white jacket symbolic of her dedication to her corporation ... had seen many many better days.
In front of her lay scattered sheets of white paper with tables, formula, and diagrams. To the side was the deconstructed notebook of the Fission reactor specs. To the right a complex calculator, a single vial of red blood standing on a rack, and a medicinal text book.
Her eyes fly over all of the texts and lay back on the red vial in front of her. Zoey looks up to Sally for a moment as a frown forms on her face. Her eyes scan everyone in the room as her brow scrunches together. Her hand touches her forehead as she stops in shock, eyes wider. Bringing her hand in front of her she sees sweat...She shakes her head and takes a few deep breaths.
Looking down to her project in hand she calls out, "Sally you are limited to 6 drinks!" Placing a familiar bottle of bright orange pills on the table, "When you have a moment, come over and take two, don't ask questions."
Dr. Zoey Zinc
Advanced Medtech