to all that are dead, [closed]

[Johnathon Harker]

<sub>Jon felt awkward. And by awkward he meant ... like a creeper.

Today Jon was off from work. For once in his bloody life he actually was off! The only issue with this problem, Jon concluded, that when he wasn't at work he really didn't know what to do with himself or how to spend his time. His flat - unpacked, clean and ready for company. That is if Jon had someone to come over. He was positive that anyone who stepped foot into his flat would be impressed at how clean it was, considering he was of the male population. Most Living quarters of Males aren't very .. clean. But with all the extra time he has when he isn't at work or sleeping Jon needs to occupy himself some how. So he cooks. Then he cleans everything in the house because he feels his food experiments have created a mess everywhere. Even the bathroom - even if he didn't even USE it. So needless to say, his Flat was very clean. But there was only so much he could do without going bonkers, so Jon made a very risky and spontaneous decision, which was extremely unlike him.

At the moment, Jon had met one other person here, and her name was Sarah. She too, a work-a-holic and someone that Jon enjoyed spending time with - even though they only met once, Jon would love to see her again. And considering how he was DYING for some company and she was the only other person he knew, the vampire was now trotting his way through Magical London to St. Mungos, a surprise visit at work something he figured she'd enjoy. From their stroll in the park he gathered several things about her ; she worked at St. Mungos [obviously], she was a vampire, much like himself, and that she worked just as much as he did. So it was a safe bet that she was at work on this fine spring evening, so he was taking his chances and heading over. His biggest fear, at the moment was weather or not she was going to think of him as creepy for randomly showing up at her job. The thought made his stomach do knots - that would be horrid! The only person here I meet and I make her think I'm a creeper he thought to himself with a sigh, staring at the entrance of the Clinic before finally allowing himself to pass through the front doors. [

He wasn't sure where to start first, the clinic filled with an assortment of people. It was nighttime, so Jon was surprised when he entered the hospital and the room was still buzzing with patients. Maybe people get hurt the most at night Jon thought to himself, shrugging it off. Putting his hands into his pockets, he slipped passed a few people, Making his way over to a nurse that was standing at one of the counters filling out paperwork. Jon tapped her on the shoulder, clearing his throat. "I'm looking for a Sarah .. She's one of the mediwitches here?"</sub>

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STATUS; Done! For Sarah ♥
TUNES; White Chapeeeel ♥
NOTES; Three cheers for new threads & such! I also changed His PB to Jude Law, heres a picture of his outfit.

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[Sarah Winthrop]

She predicted that tonight would be much busier than it was the night before. For some unforeseen reason, people had been flooding the floors with an epidemic that not even the medical staff could figure out. More and more would enter with parts of their memories erased, but appeared disheveled like they had been mugged. Sarah felt overwhelmed with no knowledge of what was causing the same symptoms in each patient, but at least she could help heal their physical wounds. Her latest patient had a broken arm and a few scratches, nothing too hard to fix up. She must of gone through a hundred patients in the last few hours, and the numbers were growing immensely. Her eyes glanced toward the next patient, but she was paying more attention to the darkness outside. It had been six hours since her last break, when it was light outside of course and the place wasn't as busy. Why was it always busy at night here in St. Mungo's?

"Come follow me," she said to the next patient, a young women who looked lost and a complete mess. The girl followed behind Sarah, a limp obvious in her step, but as they made it back in the room she sat on the table. Sarah asked a few questions of what happened, but the same story repeated like previous patients. None of them could recollect what happened before they were attacked, just that afterwards they were wandering around in the streets. Sarah sighed as she wrote down the information, just like she had many times, and began proceeding with the girl's wounds. A busted lip, sprained ankle and wrist, and part of her memory missing. This was turning out to be repetitive and monotonous that Sarah rushed through fixing up the girl's wounds, sending her out with pain prescription and salve to apply on her lip. "Be careful and if you need anything just come back here." After the woman left, Sarah glanced around to take her next patient, a man that looked worse than the woman before. I don't think I can take this anymore. I need a break or I will scream.

Sarah patched the man up and began writing up his prescription when the nurse came in. "If you're here to tell me I have another patient, I will get to them after I have a break." Ripping the paper from her notepad and handing it to the man, she got up to walk the man out with the nurse trailing behind. Sarah signed a few papers at the station before the nurse finally spoke up. Someone was looking for her? "Well everyone is looking for this mediwitch. Does it seem real urgent?" The nurse shrugged her shoulders, which meant she didn't know and didn't care. You're great help, just like the rest of the nurses here. Her lips pursed as she moved passed the nurse, heading to the patient area, almost regretting she had when she saw the amount of people waiting. However, her hazel green eyes landed on Jon, and she looked surprised that he appeared unscathed. She walked up to him with her arms crossed and leaned against the counter. "If you're here to get some medical attention, then you're out of luck because I'm officially on break for the next fifteen minutes. And if you're not, then you might save my sanity and accompany me to the cafeteria."

word count ;; 572
tag ;; jon harker
muse ;; Tacos!
notes ;; yay i finally made a post on the same day a thread was posted. lol

[Johnathon Harker]

<sub>When the Nurse headed in back to get Sarah for him, Jon leaned up against the counter, hands in his pockets as he looked around a the many people that were awaiting medical attention. There were so. many. people. Jon hasn't seen so many injured people in one room before, so this was very ... awkward for him. He was almost uncomfortable - like that time a few nuns came to his apartment. Jon shook his head. Not the time he thought to himself with a grin, running a hand through his messy mop of black hair. For whatever reason, Jon always expected the hospital to be empty at nigh. You know, people are injured so they're quiet, but no one gets injured at night, lets be honest. At lest, that is what Jon use to think. But this evening proved his belief wrong, considering every chair was just about occupied, Jon not really wanting to sit next to someone who was sick or injured. He hated germs, even though they technically wouldn't affect his body. Still! think of all the bacteria! Jon cringed at the thought, eyes floating over to the rubber gloves that sat not that far behind the corner. Maybe I should grab some ... Jon thought to himself, knowing that his personal hygiene was very important.

Going into what Jon called his 'ninja mode [something he does when he is trying to be sneaky]," Jon took out his wand, and as soon as the nurse at the front counter went in back to put some files away muttered "wingardium leviosa," the entire box levitating slowly over to him. He gave an awkward look, not wanting the entire bloody box, but knowing there was nothing he could do about it accepted the fact and caught the box when it reached the counter. He smiled at his accomplishment, one of the women who was actually being helped at the desk looking at him awkwardly before coughing into a napkin she had with her. Ew. Jon thought, taking the gloves immediately afterward, sticking some in his pocket, just in case he needed to touch anything else. Seeing the other nurse come back, Jon knew he had to hide the evidence, taking the box and holding it in his hand, out of the nurse's view. He's sure they had plenty of boxes of rubber gloves, but it is still the principle.

It didn't take long for Sarah to make her way up to the front. Jon waved and smiled at her when she first noticed him in the lobby, her arms crossed as she walked over to him. She looked tire, stressed and all kinds of different things - but in a good way. When she reached him The first thing Jon said was "Having a rough night love?" he questioned, his thick British accent ringing. When mention of the cafeteria came up, Jon was thrilled. "Well I'm glad I caught you right on your break. By the looks of things in here it's been pretty busy ..." He glanced around, eyes reaching each injured face. "C'mon, lets get some food. I've got the rubber gloves if you got the directions to the cafeteria" He said with a cheesy grin, holding up the box of tissues for her to see. "I have a slight phobia of people who are sick" Jon tried to explain, knowing that stealing a box of rubber gloves from the girl you are trying to impress work is probably not a good idea. He cautiously put the box back down on the counter, and started toward the exit of the waiting room, knowing that Sarah would lead the way from there.</sub>

STATUS; FINALLY FINISHED.
TUNES; August Burns Red
NOTES; It takes me waaaaay too long to reply. =P

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[Sarah Winthrop]

"Rough only sums up the first hour of my work, the rest will be torture," she replied while the sides of her lips had fallen to a frown. Sarah couldn't believe the numbers they were receiving each night and it was ridiculous. She knew that there was an investigation going on about the incidents happening, all the same stories, but different victims. No one had a connection to each other, there was no pattern, just a story. Just like the rest of the mediwitch and wizards on staff, all were stumped and would like to figure out the epidemic, even if it meant sleepless nights. She inhaled deeply before taking a glance around. Another two had entered, but their injuries weren't as bad as the rest. They were probably just accidents unlike the others who were more intentional. An infliction of injury to innocents that do not deserve it. If only she knew what exactly was happening and if the Ministry were getting more involved. She had her suspicions, including that of her roommate Brandon. He seemed more distant nowadays than before and something was up. She expected that from an Unspeakable though. Sarah glanced back at Jon and she nodded in response to his comment. "Very busy..."

She found it odd and yet entertaining that he was handling a box of gloves that belonged to the hospital. Sarah quirked her head to the side, letting out a small laugh as she shook her head. "Well I definitely have the directions, but gloves can be an optional. Even though you are in the most sterile building," she winked. Not an hour goes by when the sweepers come in to clean the hospital. Every room, floor, pretty much every corner was cleaned of germs. But it surprised her that Jon had a 'slight' phobia of sick people. They weren't able to catch anything from others, but perhaps it was a phobia he had in the past. Well she wasn't going to make him go into details of phobias he inherited, and instead began leading the way down the hall to the cafeteria. She was glad to see a familiar face out of this whole hospital, one that actually isn't employed in the building. She was beginning to feel like she lived there with no visitors but her patients. He really did come in the nick of time before she broke out into some insane fit. She had a life, but no life to live as spontaneous as she would like if she spent most of her days here. What she needed more than anything was a vacation, a long one out of London and back to Glasgow at her lake home. It's nice to dream though.

Sarah continued to lead the way toward the cafeteria, her stomach already grumbling and telling her she needed something to eat and drink. Her mind was constantly filled with thoughts of her patients, her own problems, and Jon. Her hazel eyes looked over and she smiled, feeling some part of herself jump for joy that he was there. They may have known each other for a short time, but they shared a few things in common. Sarah came to a slow halt and turned to her right, through the doors into the cafeteria that had only a few inside, mostly the cafeteria staff making food and cleaning. "Well it looks like we have the whole place to ourselves for the time being," she said with a silly grin across her face. She went to grab herself a tray, already looking at what would satisfy her hunger. "So tell me... what brings you here? Are you like some psychic who knew I needed a break or just to see any other face besides my own patients?" She teased whilst reaching for a fruit salad, yogurt, and a drink supplement that should suffice for her intake of blood. Luckily the hospital was good at providing clean, fresh blood for vampires or she and many others would be on the edge. After she paid for her meal at the counter, Sarah went to a close table and sat down, knowing that Jon would join her soon after.


word count ;; 699
tag ;; jon harker
muse ;; flickering!
notes ;; it took me just as long to reply. xD

[Johnathon Harker]

<sub>Glancing around the hospital, Jon noticed people all with similar injuries. They all almost looked self inflicted, something that Jon had been seeing around work too lately. Though, like him more of the people in the Ministry seem to be having memory issues. Whether it is intensive, or just workers in the obliviator headquarters being extremely forgetful it's a pattern that Jon has noticed. And it bothers him a little - not a few days ago he met a women in the intensive care unit when he was getting some of his own memory treatment done. She worked in the Ministry and lost her memory - How, Jon didn't know [he heard all this through the grapevine]. Regardless, she was scared, and he couldn't blame her. All these people come back into your life and you have no idea who or what they meant to you - and suddenly, you need to be the person you want them to be again? Jon never had to face this problem before - but he is positive that waking up to people who love you is better then waking up to no one at all.

Germs. The fear that Jon had of them was something that he never did understand. It wasn't a big fear either, just one of those things that grosses you out and makes you want to take a shower of some sort. Yeah, that kind of phobia. Being a vampire, Jon had no need to worry about such things - he would never get sick. He will never really grow old. He will look like this for the rest of his long or short life, just like Sarah will. So why did he get all skiddish and awkward when around a hospital? Jon tried for a very long time to find out. Actually, he tried for almost 20 years, but he still has come up empty handed. Jon figured that the phobia must be something from his muggle past, or maybe just from his past in general. He tried to hard to work with his small fear to figure out who he was, but it was a failed attempt. All the research and effort he put into trying to figure it out, but nothing worked. So now he was with a fear that meant nothing to him except the fact he had the phobia. It's like crying for someone who died and they are complete strangers. Jon kicked the thought from his mind quickly, being dragged out of thought by the wonderful company he was currently keeping. He smiled at her when she mentioned that gloves were optional. "Alright, I think you have yourself a deal," He told her with a smile, putting the box on the counter and following her to the cafeteria.

Reaching the Cafeteria, Jon smiled to see that it was pretty much empty. As much as he wanted to meet new people, he would prefer it to just be him ans Sarah tonight, like it was the night they first met. Jon liked Sarah a lot, and even though they only have known each other for a short amount of time Jon found himself getting somewhat attached to her. She kept him entertained, as well as understood who he really was, and accepted him for being a vampire [most people tend to shy away from him after learning that fact]. But she didn't - mostly because she is a vampire herself, but Jon figures that even minus the teeth, she would still be the same person. There is no better friendship then between two vampires. Stomach growling, Jon looked around at what he could possibly want. He definitely was feeling some form of sandwich and some soup. Grabbing a tray Jon did the same as Sarah, grabbing himself the food he would need to satisfy his hunger. Noticing the blood after making his sandwhich, Jon blinked. "Well that's convenient. Are there a lot of vampires working at this hospital?" Jon questioned Sarah, knowing that without some form of blood, vampires are definitely on the edge. It's almost like a cigarette for them - only, it not only relaxes them it is needed to them to survive. Grabbing a bag he put it on his tray before following Sarah to a rather cosy seat. Giving a broad, cheesy smile Jon looked down at his tray. ""This .. is going to be wonderful. Regardless if it is hopsital food or not," He grinned devilishly, taking a bite out of his sandwhich before returning to Sarah's previous question.

Swallowing, Jon finally answered. "Well, I am mostly here to see you," He admitted, shrugging it off lightly. He had a favor to ask her, and she hoped she would accept. ""I have a favor to ask you," He said shortly after, getting his bag of blood together so he can have some. ""But I don't want you to think that's all I came here for, your company is most enjoyable," He grinned, a bit nervous that she would think he only wanted her for her mediwtich skills. She was a good friend.</sub>

STATUS; -back from the grave-
TUNES; My Bitter end
NOTES; ROARER. ♥

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[Sarah Winthrop]

The hospital must look a wreck if he insisted on gloves, even if he covered for his phobia of germs, surely there has to be more to the explanation. But time was short and she couldn't bother with thinking up excuses and so the obvious was purely humorous and she went with that. Though it bothered her to think that with the number of victims rising, she'll never get the chance to have a break like this again. Hours were going to extend longer as breaks would be cut shorter. They were slightly under-staffed, even with new healers being hired. The place was in such disarray that she wondered if it had to start with losing their Chief of Staff over a year ago. The hospital had gone through a long, strenuous search for one only to narrow it between two. Rumors flew about of the two candidates and Sarah leaned toward the obvious. She wondered if and when the Chief would be chosen and if he or she would hurry to straighten the hospital up. As of now, everyone was doing their work alone, there was no order at all. Without order, they were just hurrying after procedure to get the patient healed and then off to the next. Also without a Chief, not all applicable healers would be hired. So they really were in dire need of one so that the under-staffing would stop and the ratio between Healer and injured would decrease.

When she sat at the table with her tray, already taking her drink and poking a straw through to take a sip, she glanced up at Jon. "There are several of us here as far as I know. The last Chief was kind enough to make the drinks available for us. I guess he was used to it at the old hospital he worked at." Sarah smiled faintly, returning to her drink and taking a small sip. Setting it down on the tray, she pulled the plastic off her fork and poked at her fruit salad first. Some were still confused that she could still eat regular food when she should be a blood-sucking vampire. But people weren't all that educated in vampirism. At school she had to explain to Brandon, who was pretty thick in the head, about her condition. They may have been childhood friends, since diapers, but when she came to age Sarah had no other choice when she became part of the secret society her parents and others hold, even to this day. Her wrist still bore markings of two marks made by the elder, they quickly scarred over, the only scars that she had on her body and the warmest for some reason. As she chewed on a piece of pineapple, she looked over her shoulder to see that no one still entered and it was just her and Jon alone. She wished she could have been socialable. That the only people she didn't have to talk to were her patients and the other healers. Jon may be the only tie she has to the real world, but another voice and face would've been great too.

Her dark eyes shifted across the table to Jon and her smile perked up. "Oh it is. I think I've been so accustomed to this food that I love it." It was unfortunate, but she didn't have the time to cook for herself and Brandon back at their apartment. They were always a part and worked different shifts. She was working a never-ending schedule, so it was just hard to shop for groceries and make something. The hospital was just more convenient for her. Sarah was happy to hear his answer and you could say it did make her day. Jon was kind and someone she instantly hit it off with. Friends like that really do not come easy for Sarah, so this was a rare occasion. Also she was curious to the favor he had to ask and well there's always a catch. Though she didn't mind because whatever helped a friend out, that's all that mattered. "I will grant you your favor, as long as it doesn't include: ending a life, stealing medications, or dressing like a candy stripper," she teased, taking another bite from her fruit salad and pushing her tray aside. "So what is it?"


word count ;; 725
tag ;; jon harker
muse ;; flowing!
notes ;; i wasn't sure if it was candy stripper or striper... sounds so bad! lol