Post by Aimee Kensington on Aug 24, 2006 7:16:37 GMT -5
Aimee hated black and white films. While some people found them cultural and sophisticated with their contrast of dull shades and the subtitles running across the bottom of the screen Aimee found them false interpretations. Life was meant to be in colour. Therefore movies, as an overdramatised version of life, were too meant to be in colour. Black and white films just couldn’t capture the raw emotions that came with the vibrant tones of red, green, yellow and blue. Coloured represented more than just what light an object absorbed and reflected. It symbolised feelings of passion, suppression and sheer moments of ultimate happiness where everything gleamed in an array so vicious it was blinding.
In the movies taking drugs launched you into a magical wonderland where all moments and feelings were magnified, blown up like a balloon just under explosion point. Everything went faster, the feeling of life at its finest pulsed through your body. You felt truly alive and at some point invincible. As though you could take on the whole world and still be back in time for lunch, another victory tucked under your belt. Everything was funnier, smarter and laughter echoed through the room, at thoughts so dumb they would have deserved nothing more than a characterised role of the eyes. Aimee had never taken drugs, had never experienced the rush or the plummet. She had never felt the craving for pot or the untouchable feeling it left you. She had never even been tempted. She assumed that that came with seeing first hand what it did to people. Working in a hospital was an awakening. Right from the very first moment you decided you wanted to become a healer, to be involved in the medicine field, you had to work your ass off but there were benefits, money being one of them, personal satisfaction and knowledge. You had to be a certain type of person to succeed in medicine, competitive, strong and often, detached. You couldn’t get attached to your patients, couldn’t form bonds and what was work had to remain as work. That was Aimee’s problem.
Habit had left Aimee torn. She was indecisive when it concerned anything, a fault, a flaw, call it what you will but it was never helpful. Regardless of the choice at hand Aimee struggled with it; whether it be the movie to pick for the weekend or what procedure to use in an emergency. Right now it was between letting the boy who had arrived late, leave her watchful eyes.
She weighed it up. Fisk hurt, Fisk need attention, Fisk unable to begin training nor rounds until Fisk is ‘fixed.’ Vs Aimee is not in a good mood and he was late.
She nodded to Lynne.
“Take him, use force if necessary.”
Aimee then looked to Ballard Fisk and ignoring the cute grin that played on his face sent him a narrow stare. She needed to look in charge, together, intimidating if she had to. She just needed this guy to toughen up and become what was needed for succeeding. She wanted to help someone like Tobias had helped her. She wanted to see success branch from under her instruction. She wanted what she had for Ballard.
“You are to get checked out by Ms Butler, you are not to leave her sight. Understood?”
The real problem here was having to document on his records that on his first day he showed up a wreck and late.
It was then Carrie choose to make her appearance. Without a word Aimee could see she was exhausted emotionally and physically but the smile beaming across the blondes face challenged that. Aimee just knew Carrie too well, one could say.
“Well good morning to you too cheery. How long have you been working exactly?”
Aimee shook her head. She knew Carrie was as addicted as she was, totally determined to do anything within her power and more, a tad too stubborn to leave when she was asked and then ordered. There was no way Carrie would be down here unless someone had threatened her.
[[Not my best.
-Pouts-
But I've written...FOUR posts this afternoon. Lucky I don't have any homework!]]
In the movies taking drugs launched you into a magical wonderland where all moments and feelings were magnified, blown up like a balloon just under explosion point. Everything went faster, the feeling of life at its finest pulsed through your body. You felt truly alive and at some point invincible. As though you could take on the whole world and still be back in time for lunch, another victory tucked under your belt. Everything was funnier, smarter and laughter echoed through the room, at thoughts so dumb they would have deserved nothing more than a characterised role of the eyes. Aimee had never taken drugs, had never experienced the rush or the plummet. She had never felt the craving for pot or the untouchable feeling it left you. She had never even been tempted. She assumed that that came with seeing first hand what it did to people. Working in a hospital was an awakening. Right from the very first moment you decided you wanted to become a healer, to be involved in the medicine field, you had to work your ass off but there were benefits, money being one of them, personal satisfaction and knowledge. You had to be a certain type of person to succeed in medicine, competitive, strong and often, detached. You couldn’t get attached to your patients, couldn’t form bonds and what was work had to remain as work. That was Aimee’s problem.
Habit had left Aimee torn. She was indecisive when it concerned anything, a fault, a flaw, call it what you will but it was never helpful. Regardless of the choice at hand Aimee struggled with it; whether it be the movie to pick for the weekend or what procedure to use in an emergency. Right now it was between letting the boy who had arrived late, leave her watchful eyes.
She weighed it up. Fisk hurt, Fisk need attention, Fisk unable to begin training nor rounds until Fisk is ‘fixed.’ Vs Aimee is not in a good mood and he was late.
She nodded to Lynne.
“Take him, use force if necessary.”
Aimee then looked to Ballard Fisk and ignoring the cute grin that played on his face sent him a narrow stare. She needed to look in charge, together, intimidating if she had to. She just needed this guy to toughen up and become what was needed for succeeding. She wanted to help someone like Tobias had helped her. She wanted to see success branch from under her instruction. She wanted what she had for Ballard.
“You are to get checked out by Ms Butler, you are not to leave her sight. Understood?”
The real problem here was having to document on his records that on his first day he showed up a wreck and late.
It was then Carrie choose to make her appearance. Without a word Aimee could see she was exhausted emotionally and physically but the smile beaming across the blondes face challenged that. Aimee just knew Carrie too well, one could say.
“Well good morning to you too cheery. How long have you been working exactly?”
Aimee shook her head. She knew Carrie was as addicted as she was, totally determined to do anything within her power and more, a tad too stubborn to leave when she was asked and then ordered. There was no way Carrie would be down here unless someone had threatened her.
[[Not my best.
-Pouts-
But I've written...FOUR posts this afternoon. Lucky I don't have any homework!]]