Altheia Martin

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About Altheia Martin

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    Hospital doctor / ARMA healer
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    New York City
    Altheia stands at 5'6 and has a lean, medium build. Her blonde hair reaches down to the middle of her back. Most of the time it hangs free over her shoulders, but when she is working it is help up in a ponytail. Her eyes are a deep blue. When she isn't working she usually wears jeans and a t-shirt of some sort, but when she is working at the hospital she is in her scrubs.
    Altheia is a calm and collected woman at all times because things can get quite hectic at the hospital on any given night and if she wants to save someone she needs to be able to think clearly and focus on the task at hand. She also has been known to be a quick thinker and able to come up with a solution to something at the drop of a dime. It's also important to her to act and "be" as ordinary to anyone around her as much as possible because she figures if anyone finds out what she can do she'd probably be a target and that is something that she doesn't want or need.

    However. When and/or if she gets the chance to save someone that desperately needs it and deserves it she doesn't hesitate to do so, but that is ONLY if she knows she won't be caught using her abilities.
    Her most personal belongings are a watch her mother gave her, which she wears at all times, a necklace with a small star sapphire charm that her father gave her when she was little, and a book of poems that her brother had given her when she graduated high school.


    First off anytime she heals someone she sees flashes of memories of however they obtained their injuries and sometimes even flashes of the persons past.

    Light Heal : This ability is used for only healing inures that are not life threatening and wouldn’t be considered to be needed to be healed at that very moment. Some examples would be light cuts, scrapes, bullet grazings, and small bone fractures. This ability takes minor to no energy to complete. The light heal usually only takes a minute or two to fully complete.

    Medium Heal : This ability is used for only healing injuries that are slightly more concerning. Some examples are deep cuts ( not down to the bone ), broken arms and legs, and concussions. This ability takes a little more energy and can cause a feeling of slight exhaustion. Medium heals can take anywhere from twenty minutes to an hour, depending on how bad the injury is.

    Big Heal : This ability is only used on very rare occasions and can cause Altheia to blackout almost instantly after doing it. The injuries that would be considered for his would be vital cuts to arteries, collapsed lung, broken ribs, and anything that would be considered life threatening. Big heals take the longest to complete and can range anywhere from an hour and a half to three hours.

    If she ever was put into a position to heal someone with a late stage form of cancer or any other form of near death illness she would most likely lose her own life in exchange for theirs.

    Altheia is also able to cause damage in the same way she heals, skin to skin contact.

    The instant skin contact is made and she is focusing on doing damage instead of healing, the person finds cuts and bruises form on their skin around her hand. The longer Altheia keeps her hand on that spot the bruises and cuts can worsen.

    The highest amount of damage Altheia can do is broken bones. She can’t do anything worse to a person than that. And to do that to a person she needs to at least keep skin to skin contact with them for five minutes. At that time she can mentally pick a bone to break.
    Altheia is pretty adept in all things medical. She went to college and got a degree in the medical field. She knows how to do mundane paperwork and filing, but the main thing is she knows how to take care of pretty much any kind of injury.

    Altheia knows the basics of guns and gun care. She had figured it’d be a good asset to have once the Nevus event happened. So soon after she started training herself, but then got some help from a friend in her hometown.

    Before she learned anything about guns she learned a few pointers of knife fighting. She was taught by the same person who had given her lessons with guns. The most she knows are stances and different types of moves ( and how to properly hold a knife ).
    Altheia grew up in a small town right outside Annapolis, Maryland. She grew up with an older brother, Dixon Martin, and her parents, Sarah and Dean Martin. Altheia also had been raised in a Hebrew family, which sometimes was hard for her since most of her friends had been catholic. From an early age she always seemed to show signs that she would like to work in the medical field. Wether it be playing Operation constantly with her brother or playing doctor with her Barbies.

    It was a lucky thing that she grew up in a wealthy family. They had an estate and a few vacation houses up and down the east coast. So when Altheia graduated high school and decided to go to the New York Medical College it was an easy thing for her to achieve. She had made sure to stay in contact with her parents and her brother throughout her college years and many times she either traveled back home to visit or her family came up to New York to visit her.

    Her brother didn’t feel the need to appease their parents as Altheia did and he moved off to California a few months before the Nevus event happened. It had broke her heart that he had moved so far away. After the Nevus even happened the first thing Altheia did was try her hardest to get back to her hometown to see if her parents were okay. Luckily they had survived, but hadn’t acquired gifts of any form. This worried Altheia mainly because the world had started to go insane and having some form of protection would probably be a good thing.

    A day or so after being back with her parents one of their favorite pets had been hit by a car and had broken it’s leg. Altheia had cried over the animal and felt a surge go through her. The next thing she knew the dogs broken leg had been healed. It was a shock to her and without thinking she told her parents about it, which was just as a shock to them. Altheia decided it best to not speak a work of her abilities to anyone and her parents swore that they would do the same.

    A few months later Altheia moved her parents up to New York with her, letting them stay with her for the time being. A few weeks after that her parents had been murdered by what the police say was a group of thugs, but the crime scene photos had made her think that it was something much different than a group of thugs, but the police had marked the file as closed.

    Since her parents death Altheia has always wondered what the real story was behind their death and has been trying her hardest to find out the real story. She spends her time working at the local hospital near her apartment. She also tries her best not to make her abilities known to anyone. The only people she allows to know about her gift are the members of ARMA which she joined not too long after her parents were murdered.

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  1. Need Some Healing?

    She'd have to work it around her schedule at the hospital.
  2. Would Be Reluctant Hero

    As she saw the man nod and smile at her she figured he'd probably be okay as long as she was able to stay focused enough and not pass out in the middle of healing him. She had already been up for about 10 hours, taking care of the in's and out's of the ER. It had been a slightly rough day and night. In fact she was pretty sure after Brandon was healed and on his way she would more than likely head to her apartment to pass out. Typically she had the fortunate opportunity to be able to take off a day or two when she needed to. “I’ll try,” "Thanks. It's just a lot easy to be able to keep myself from passing out if I'm able to keep an eye on a person and focus on them not passing out on me," she spoke her words as she felt her healing energy still flow from her hands into his body. She could already see the healing of his injuries taking place. A small smile formed on her lips, relieved that it was working. She was half afraid that it wouldn't because of how tired she already was. Small favors, she thought, are something that I'm always willing to welcome into my life. “You, you are healing me,” A small nod from her to him to confirm what he said. "Yes, I am," she said. "But don't take this as an opportunity to run around saving people left and right even though it could come at a great cost to you. I'm not around 24/7 and that could potentially be very bad for someone who tends to get hurt a lot," she said softly in a teasing voice. Though mostly it was a true statement. She wasn't always at the hospital and sometimes she did have to make house calls. "Should only be about 10 more minutes.... I think you've got a small concussion, which is going to take a little bit more time and energy to heal."
  3. Would Be Reluctant Hero

    As she noticed that he was keeping his eyes open, but that he was having sort of an inner fight with himself. He probably wants to close his eyes and fall asleep, she thought, and that is just not a good idea at all. Her hand stayed on his cheek for a second before she started moving quickly. The blinds to the room were closed and she made sure no one could look inside. "I swear I'm not going to be a perv, but I need some privacy for what I'm about to do." “I have a wallet…, I think they put it in a bag attached to the cart. It has my ID in it.” At the mention of his name she stopped for a moment and looked over to a rolling table that had also been brought in by the doctors. On it she saw that there was a bag and it looked like there was a wallet in it. Her head turned back toward him and motioned over to the bag. "Yeah. They brought in your wallet. It's probably over there waiting on you after you get all healed up." She moved her left hand onto his right cheek and then put her right hand on his chest lightly. "Okay. So I need you to not freak out and just relax, but do not close your eyes please." After the last of her words were spoken she focused on his injuries and felt her healing energy start to move through her hands and into his body. After about a minute it was noticeably clear that her healing was working. Well, she thought, hopefully this won't take too much time. Then again she bypassed the idea of getting him into an x-ray or an MRI. She figured that both of those would take way more time than just using her abilities right here and now. Problem was that she didn't know how much energy she would lose. "I also need to warn you that after I'm done I might be extremely tired and or might even pass out. All depends on how much time and energy this is going to take," she paused for a moment. "Don't worry. Nothing bad comes from this. It just sometimes takes a lot out of me."
  4. Brandon and possible Affiliations

    Yes yes yes!!!!
  5. Silence, My Brother

    It had been a very very long day at the hospital. It had seemed like people were coming in waves at some times. She hadn't really gotten much rest aside from a few power naps here and there, but now she found herself restless. Her mind wouldn't slow and it was making her jumpy as well as anxious. It had become clear to her that she probably go out and get a drink or two just to get herself out of her apartment. She had heard that Boone had opened his bar. If memory serves me right I should probably be getting free drinks, she thought to herself. So she found herself in front of the bar, looking up at the sign and then down at the door, almost second guessing herself if she really should go in, but she went ahead. The place seemed somewhat busy and she smiled, glad that good fortune was coming into his life. Her eyes skimmed around, looking to see if she knew anyone that was already here and she didn't see a familiar face. She walked up to the bar and raised her hand to get the bartenders attention. "Rum and coke, please..." Why not go for something hard, she thought. She sat on her stool and casually glanced to the left and right. No one was on her left, but there was a man to her right that she thought she had seen around ARMA headquarters, but she wasn't too sure. For the most part she hardly ever went to headquarters. It was more of her running around healing people.
  6. Would Be Reluctant Hero

    As soon as she saw his eyes open an inner sign of relief happened. Him opening his eyes was a very good thing. Good indication that he was conscious enough to be aware what was going on and that meant that there wasn't anything extremely serious with his head. "Ah. There you are..." She smiled softly and placed her hand in his, then looked over at the other doctors. "Let's take him to trauma one," she said and the next instant they were moving to the room closest to them. They entered the room and people rushed around doing this and that to check on vitals. Her head lifted and she looked around. "Alright. I need you all to leave the room please," she said calmly. Everyone looked at her and left the room. It wasn't too unusual that sometimes she would ask this of the doctors and by now they somewhat knew what was going on, but she was beyond thankful that none of them really ever confronted her about it or constantly asked her to heal people for them. Then again she was pretty sure that if someone happened to come in in pretty bad shape she'd probably get a page. “I, “I can’t afford to pay." Her eyes squinted and she looked down at him. "Don't worry about that.... Just relax and let me take care of you," she paused for a moment as he spoke more. "The other doctors are more than capable to take care of the others. My main concern right now is you. You're in pretty bad shape." She placed one hand on his cheek lightly and kept her eyes on him. After completely assessing his injuries she was completely aware that he should probably feel beyond lucky to even be able to be aware of anything going on around him. It would take 15 or more minutes to heal him. Lots of injuries meant lots of things for her to focus on. Lucky for me the doctors know not to disturb me until I leave the room, she thought. "What's your name?"
  7. Oops I Did It Again

    “Sorry… forget that most people don’t drink in the morning.” She smiled at his words and felt like she could totally be one of those people that drank in the morning, if her life would only allow that. "I would totally drink in the morning, but my life doesn't allow that. I need to pretty much be one hundred percent aware one hundred percent of the time....If I went into work drunk I'd be fired on the spot," she said softly. Though I could probably find a freelance job healing random people for a fair amount of pay, she thought, but that would mean completely exposing myself. “Makes life interesting.” A slight nod of her head before she spoke. "I have no doubt that it does, but that doesn't mean you don't need to work for people that at least mildly treat you well and respect how you work," she said softly and realized that she kept lecturing him. It almost made her want to bite her tongue. She hated when people lectured her. Though she wondered with his attitude if he didn't really care. “That’s a snazzy gig.” Another smile graced her face and she shrugged slightly. "It pays the bills and it's pretty much all my life is for the most part, but when ARMA calls in a favor I pretty much feel it's pretty high on my list and needs to be taken care of first and foremost," she replied to him and sighed. There were times that she would like to have a more free felt life, but she really didn't think that that would ever happen. Unfortunately. "And i was asleep when I got the call. So you are very very lucky I came over...... I love my sleep..." “I can walk you out at least… gotta do the locks on the door for ya or you'll be stuck with me forever...” "I think you've had your fair share of beers this morning," she said with a small smile, teasing him slightly. She watched him and gave him another slight nod, accepting him walking her out. "That'd be nice. Even though, to be honest, I was way more nervous waiting out there for you last night than I am walking out to my car in the daytime." Yep, I'm a wuss, she thought silently to herself. For a moment she wondered why he had handed her his phone and watched him be his apparently usual self of being somewhat protective and looking out of the door probably checking to make sure there wasn't anyone who might have stayed behind from early. That wouldn't surprise her though. Those guys were such freaking assholes, she thought. She saw his hand and unlocked her phone, then handed it to him, wondering if he was gonna put some weird tracking thing on her phone. “Put your number in my phone, make up a cool name for yourself… like…. BringerofAwesome or AssSaver or some shit, makes it more fun with caller I.D.” "Oh.... okay," she said as she imputed her info into his phone. For a moment she thought of what exactly to put her name as and decided to go with AssSaver because well.... she wondered who WOULDN'T want to save his ass. A soft smile hit her lips as well as a soft blush, but she kept her mouth shut and kept that thought to herself. "Alright. Got it in there," she said as she closed his phone and held it out for him to take as her other hand opened, waiting for her phone.
  8. Would Be Reluctant Hero

    Tonight she had had to pick up a shift on the ER because too many people had been out sick with the flu or some other reason which she couldn't really fathom or explain. On one hand she knew that people did get sick and that there were emergencies which needed to be taken care of, but these people were doctors. Their job was to serve the city and community, helping people, and keeping them from dying. Sometimes it felt like all those things fell onto her shoulders, but you have to do what you have to do. Luckily though tonight it hadn't been too busy, but she dared not say that out loud because usually once you do things get very crazy very quickly. She had been sitting at the ER desk area, talking to another employee that usually worked the ER at this time, about nonchalant things. Then a call came in and the woman looked at her. Not even two minutes after they heard a faint sound of a siren which then lead to the loud blare of a siren. Altheia was up and off her seat within a few seconds and over at the door as the paramedics came in. About five more doctors came around the man that just came in and Altheia looked up hearing the paramedics explain what all had happened. How he saved numerous people from a burning building, not to mention a little girl. "Sounds like quite the hero," she said as she began to look him over, seeing if anything was something that immediately needed to be repaired. She could tell that he probably needed healing, but she wouldn't do it right here in front of a ton of people. Once they got him into a room she would just ask everyone to do mundane tasks so that she could do her job. "Hello, sir.... If you can hear me can you open up your eyes for me.... I need you to look at me," she said in a normal tone of voice. Before they did anything she wanted to make sure he could even be aware or conscious of what was all going on first. Hell she didn't even know if he had a concussion which would only add to the list of things that she would need to heal. Which was another reason she wanted to wait and get some x-rays done on him. The more knowledge she had of how extensive his injuries were. The more she would know just how exhausted she'd be, but that might lead to her needing an excuse to take a break and breaks were rare around here.
  9. Oops I Did It Again

    There could be the most emotionally handicapped person in the room and even THAT person would be able to feel the anger coming off of Boone. It was almost like it was coming in waves and for a split second she almost felt nervous to be around him for the first time, but she had an inkling that her being in his presence when something dangerous happened probably was something that set him on edge in the first place. Did he care that much? She wasn't about to ask that question. Not after only meeting him last night. That was way too serious even for her and she had a feeling that he wasn't about to get that serious with anyone any time soon. So she kept her mouth shut as she watched him down the beer. He really is on edge, she thought. Then she suddenly wished that he had killed those men..... which was weird for her, but the thought was there. “Always ready to open one.” It had been a risk asking him to open the beer for her, but she had hoped it would stop him from essentially freaking out. She didn't need him to be so angry. She didn't want him to be so angry. She watched him use his ability to open the beer and smiled at him after he took the top off her beer. "Thanks..." she said before taking a few sips, making a weird face and suddenly realizing that she was DRINKING beer. A beverage that she really did not enjoy drinking. “I actually am.” A soft sigh came from her lips. "I really have no doubt in my mind that you aren't. You're probably the most crazy and in a way brave person that I will ever meet, but I wouldn't even allow them to hire you again. They really don't deserve you," she said the words and set her beer down on the table, shyly admitting to herself that she wouldn't probably drink it. “Let’s get this place cleaned up. You probably got places to be.” After hearing his last words she walked quickly over to his bed and picked up her phone, checking the time and noticed that she had about 30 minutes until her shift at the hospital started. She was needed else where to save more lives. She placed her phone in her pocket and picked up her keys, hoping no damage had happened to her car during the night or the morning. She made a quick turn back around and walked over to him. "I actually need to get going... I've got 30 minutes until my shift at the hospital starts...." she paused for a second. "Also. That beer is totally all yours if you want it."
  10. Oops I Did It Again

    One day she knew she'd have to use her harming ability. One day she knew that she'd have to be the one dealing out the pain instead of taking the pain away. Why was she so scared to do so? What was it about harming or hurting someone that just seemed to make her skin crawl? Inside her heart she knew she'd never realized or find out the answers to those questions. She did know that she would need to be ready. Ready to fight. Ready to survive. “Everyone has two sides.” Everything Boone seemed to say had some very real and true ring to it. After just meeting him she could tell he wasn't just another guy that walked the streets and he certainly wasn't one of those thugs that roamed the streets either. Thank God, she thought. "Yeah. I know, but sometimes I just do not like that other side to rear it's ugly head." Her words were also true. It scared her. She scared herself. "I can’t learn to twitch my nose and do more things.” A small grin played on her lips. "I think if I saw you twitch your nose like Samantha on Bewitched I'd probably laugh so hard I would die," she said the words playfully. Then mentally she seemed to picture it in her mind and a soft giggle escaped her lips. It would be something hilarious to see though, she thought. She missed that show. An oldie, but definitely a goodie. "Plus I’m a good man whore." Her smile had faded as she listened to him. Then when he got to those few words it almost felt like her cheeks were burning a little. It had been a long long time before any man had showed remotely any interest in her. It was something she was okay with. Being alone and all. Sure there were nights when she died a little inside as she laid in her bed, day dreaming about having someone to confide in, have fun with, and just someone to BE there. She cleared her throat softly. "Yeah. Wouldn't want any bad karma coming your way..... or mine, for that matter. And trust me. I would have been out of here in two seconds had you done something that I didn't agree with." “Crazy is all some have to keep from losing their minds completely.” The smile came back slightly and she shook her head. "You don't need to have a crazy life, Boone. There are many other things to do with ones life. It's just a matter of finding it. Though. I guess I could argue that what I do is dangerous...... coming to a random strangers house.... in the middle of the night." Now that she thought about it. It did sound extremely crazy and somewhat careless. Yes, it had been at the request of her boss and she knew Ali wouldn't do anything to put her in harms way, but you can't control people's own actions. After she had made it to the bathroom and shut the door she pressed her back against the wall, standing there and waiting for what would happen next. She had noticed Boone grab a bottle of beer and at this moment she had slightly wished she grabbed one too. She felt as though she was too sober to be in a situation like this. Serious conversations she was fine with, but situations in which her life ( or anyone else for that matter ) made her nervous as hell. Her hands flew up to her mouth as she heard the gunshots, to keep herself from crying out or mildly screaming. They had sounded like they came from inside....right, she thought. She kept her hands over her mouth for a second more, then removed them after she had heard Boone speak. “You come here again I will fucking kill you.” Oh for fuck's sake, she thought. Then her next thought that flew through her mind was that he WAS crazy. She realized though that having crazy on your side in a fight or a battle was probably the best thing to have. Her head tilted slightly, straining her ears to hear what was going on through the bathroom door. She took a small breath in and let it out slowly and quietly before moving up to the door. She very quietly cracked it open just in time to see Boone grabbing what he had had last night from a safe. “Go away, you're interrupting my peaceful, asshole free morning.” She stayed inside the bathroom with the door opened a little even as Boone stepped out of the building. She pushed the door open a little more and waited for a moment before he stepped back inside and shut his door. The door slowly opened all the way as he put his Sig back on the table. A soft sigh came from her lips after somewhat sensing that the danger was over, at least for the moment. "Well. That was interesting...." Her eyes stayed on him, seeing that he still had that flip switched a little. She moved to the fridge and pulled out two beers then moved to him and placed them on the table by his gun. "Mind opening one for me," she asked as she looked at him. She wasn't normally a day drinker, but after that she felt as though she deserved one. Plus, she grabbed him one too. So. Points to her, she figured. "And you aren't their best fetch gopher..... they are just assholes. If someone doesn't abide by your rules. Fuck them.... they don't deserve your expertise......" She was getting defensive.... she felt like she wanted to go find those jerks and place a hand on them. Make them bleed. Maybe break a few bones. What the fuck is wrong with me, she thought.
  11. Oops I Did It Again

    The sight of his chipmunk cheek caused a huge grin to form on her face. He looked like a complete dork and it was hilarious to her. "Such a charming look for you," she said and then let out a soft giggle. Her eyes stayed on him as he began to speak. Another smile graced her face at the mention of someone in his family. "I don't think you're grandpa lived for so long because he drank whiskey on his oatmeal. Also. Oatmeal is so gross," she confessed her dislike of oatmeal. “Have you met me???” "Yes. I have met you.... though I haven't known you that long," she paused for a moment. "Though I hope we will be able to be friends....since I saved your life and all," she tilted her head to the side slightly. Even if things hadn't gone the way they had. Even if Boone had turned out to be a complete asshole, she'd still feel slightly obligated or even would want to be friends. Or maybe it was more of that she had healed him once and that she didn't want that heal to go to waste. Whatever the case she was certain she felt a friendship with him now. “You don’t have to be a healer just because you can ya know…" His words really rang true with her and she stayed silent for a moment. Thinking about if she should explain to him that she didn't just have healing abilities. "I'm not just a healer you know. I may or may not have another side of my ability...." She trailed off with her words. It was super simple for her to explain, but if he didn't ask about it then she wouldn't explain any further. "Problem is I can’t move and it takes focus." She could totally understand the focusing part. It did take some focus for here to heal people, but she'd done it so many times that it sort of has become like a second nature to her. "I wonder if you practiced enough that maybe you'd be able to eventually move.... Ya know. Practice makes perfect," she replied to him. Then thought of her own situation and her ability to harm people. She hardly EVER used it, but she figured that if she had used it a little more that she would probably be able to cause some really bad damage. “Can’t move it… it’s like a candy coated shell.” Even seeing his ability in action, in daylight, was something quite extraordinary. It was definitely interesting to see and watch. Then the words .... Instantly her mind went somewhere that she did NOT want it to go and quickly she pushed some thoughts aside that were better left unspoken. "Candy. Ugh. I need some chocolate...." She said the words half jokingly, but in reality chocolate made everything better. She figured that chocolate was to her how alcohol was to Boone. “My work is dangerous..." There was no doubt in her mind that his job was dangerous. It was just something she wasn't used to. Nine times out of ten if there is something dangerous that could potentially happen to her she will do anything to help herself either get out of the situation or do her best to not get hurt or injured. Then again fate has a funny way of making things happen even if you do or don't want it to. "I think that you aren't as much as a dick that you think or believe you are. If you were a complete dick you would not have been how you were last night." "I’m gonna live like I wanna live.” "And that's a good way to live. I think everyone should live that way, but I also believe that everyone should do their best to stay alive and lead a fulfilling life," she said the words softly, but also knew that not taking risks was also no way to live. People needed interaction with each other. Even if it could lead to something bad or good. But it made her heart ache a little bit to hear that he was so ready and willing to just go out like that. At any moments notice. She, on the other hand, was going to do her best to stay alive as long as possible. "If you died tomorrow you would have lived through the end of the world only to play it safe now?” His words made her think for a moment before she responded. "I think it's more of just making sure that I have more life to live. Yes. I may have lived through the end of the world, but that doesn't mean I'm going to go running around like a crazy person," she said the last few words through a smile, picking on him once more a little. As his phone rang once more she thought that he was defiantly quite popular today. Maybe he was going to be busy and he just didn't know it yet. The next thought was that maybe she should get back to her place so that he could go about his business. Business which she was fairly certain he wanted to keep her out of, which made complete sense, but she couldn't help it that she was curious. “I said, Fuck. Off.” Right after those words were out of his mouth it was like someone literally flipped a switch inside of his head. He went from being one way to be something completely different within two seconds. It instantly made her worried and cautious all at the same time. How weird was it that they were literally just talking about dangerous things and then his demeanor changes on the drop of a dime. “Get in the bathroom.” It didn't take her but two seconds for her brain to kick into over drive. Instinct must have slightly taken over and she picked up her plate, moving to his trash can and dumping them in there. Something else I'll have to repay for him, she thought. She kept her mouth quiet as she quickly moved to the bathroom, closing the door silently and taking a step back away from the door. She stood there silent and still, then two seconds later she silently cursed at herself because she realized she left her phone over by his bed.

    LOL. Aaaannnd. my coffee almost came out my nose.... :/


    /cheers!!!!!! Yaaaayyyyyy!
  15. Oops I Did It Again

    “I prefer whisky on my oatmeal, but O.J. works too…” Eyes narrowed at him at the mention of whiskey on his oatmeal. She really hadn't ever met anyone that typically liked things covered in alcohol or for that matter alcohol at all times of the day. Then again the way she grew up was that alcohol wasn't for her until she was 21 and even then it was only suppose to be drank either at night or if she were to be going out. EVEN then it was all about have a DD. Inwardly she sighed and still kept her eyes on him. "That is just beyond weird and crazy you know....Such a weirdo," she said in a soft jokingly voice. There were times when she wished she could just let go of all her inhibitions. That should could just completely be unaware of her insecurities. Then she thought about Boone and just how often he probably found himself in trouble, or in need of some kind of assistance. Which could be anything to medical care or back up of fire power of some sort. She wished she was a badass. A gun totting bad ass healer. Never had any training. Never really THOUGHT about getting training. She never found herself in situations that called for it. “Not sad, I just found a way to make work something I enjoy." Wouldn't that be nice. To find a way that seeing people in pain wouldn't break her heart every single time. Par for the course with her though. She was such a softy and it never made her feel good to see someone hurting which is sorta why she went into the medical field. To take that pain away from people. "I guess that's a good trait to have. I feel that way sort of, but I just.... seeing people in pain. It hurts. That's why I feel I have the.... responsibility to help take the pain away. After all, what would be the reasoning behind me having this healing ability if I were to never use it for good?" Her words came out kind of quickly. Then she realized she just got really serious. Really quickly. "Sorry... too serious..." The sight of him spinning plates on the palm of her hands made her half expect to hear a crashing noise, but alas. Apparently that's another thing he's good at, she thought. If that had been here. Well. Let's just say there would be a mess to clean up. Another thing he noticed was that it seemed he liked to eat a hearty breakfast. Slightly weird for her. Nine times out of ten it was just a bowl of cereal. More than likely Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Cereal of fucking choice by far. She did notice him pick up the skillet by the side. Instinctively she moved slightly toward him, feeling as though she'd have to heal his hands, but stopped, as he showed her another pro to his ability. “It’s a byproduct of being a drunken Colossus.” "Well shit. That is pretty awesome too. So.... You aren't able to, form it over your chest .... say.... if you were gonna get shot?" Her question was more or less just because she was intrigued yet again in his ability. Way more of a physical ability than hers. Made her kind of envious. Ok. Really envious. Though there was something she hasn't had to explain to him. Though she really hadn't ever had to use the other side of her ability per say. “Everything is always related. Anyone that says different is either lying or trying to sell you something. Probably both.” His words kind of sounded familiar.... like maybe she had heard them from a movie or something. "Now.... is some of that saying from a movie... I feel like I've heard it somewhere before...I don't know....I could be wrong," the words came out as he swallowed his toast. She smiled and watched him as the last two pieces of toast made their happy way out of the toaster. Usually the pop of the toast coming up made her jump, but for some reason not today. Thank god, she thought, something else that would have made me look like a pussy. “The less you know, the longer you’ll probably live.” Well. That was an interesting sentence. In her mind that wasn't always the case. "Ya know. The more you know is actually better. Then that way you know how to protect yourself. Or when to run if shit hits the fan, but that's just my thinking on the whole thing. Kind of like. If you know there's a guy on the other side of the door holding a gun, it'd probably be a better idea to go through a window instead of the door," by this time as her words were running out of her mouth she got the distinct feeling like there was some rambling going on. On her part. Not his. “I get shot more than I’d like to admit… it fucking sucks...” She went to sit down at the table in front of her plate and looked over at him, tilting her head slightly. "You ever think it would be a good idea to try and not get shot as much," the question was all joking of course. No one WANTED to get shot. Probably was not something that was fun to experience. "I'm not gonna be around every time to heal you, ya know. I could be.... busy.... doing something else the next time Ali calls me in the middle of the night," her words were true.