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Hero High Staff Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Oct 24, 2008 1:03 pm
Gaia Username Misconstrudel Secret identity Ms. Emma Hannigan Hero name n/a Age 35-45 Powers Healing, Empathy, Telepathy (mild) Weaknesses She can become overwhelmed by strong emotions of others, but normally shuts off her empathy before this happens. Short bio Trained as a nurse but was found by Tom a few years ago and asked to join the school, where she could use her powers openly. In the absence of a Healing teacher, she stepped in. Personality Motherly, strict, kind. Classes Healing Appearance  Various charts and diagrams relating to anatomy and health adorn the walls, and there's a lifesize skeleton in the corner, next to a few shelves of medical journals.
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Posted: Mon Oct 27, 2008 2:39 pm
Grit walked into the room, and saw about 4 rows of seats, each row having 3 seats in it. He then walked over to his desk, and sat in the chair behind it, he then crossed his legs and put his feet on the desk. He then saw a little pad on the desk and looked at it.
Healing ~ Mr. 'Grit'
Students attending
- Netta Cowell
- Kimberly Odile
- Orchid Day
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He looked at the paper and tossed it to the side of the desk, Well, ain't nothin' I can do about it fer now, classes ain' right now anyway.
[[Edited]] [[Re-edited]]
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 9:55 am
This class is on:
Thursday
Friday
Saturday
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Posted: Thu Dec 18, 2008 12:24 pm
Orchid walked into the class, headed to the first seat she saw, and plunked down into it. She still didn't know why she signed up for this class, Rose had the healing powers, not her. All she could do was bind wounds, be a doctor. A normal doctor. She glanced up at the teacher, having heard of him. She used to have a southern twang once.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 11:49 am
He looked up and saw a student sitting there and saw a student sitting there. He got up and brushed his coat off. "Ahem, This is..." He shook his head and said "Aw forget it, ya know what class this is a'ready. I'm ya teacha' Grit." He looked at his paper and saw two name's on it, unaware that the girl in his class now wasn't on there. "You're... Netta, right?" He said, his little radio playing a South Western US song.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 11:59 am
"I'm Orchid. I'm new. " She glanced over at him, her pink eyes watching him acutely. "Texas? Or some other western state?" She glanced towards the radio, and grinned lightly, but it was more of a smirk. "Nice tunes. You have any clue who Rascal flatts are?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 12:06 pm
He tipped his hat up and said "Orchid, eh? Betta right tha' name down on this paper." He wrote down her name on the paper and then said. "As fer them Rascal Flatts, I 'on't like 'em too much. An' as fer where I'm from, the answer is Colorado. Now then, shall I star' class or continue this conversation, missy?" ((I'm actually from New York, so excuse my lack of Western drawl dialect xd ))
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 12:10 pm
((lol I'm in arizona, and before this florida, so I might suggest some things every now and again. ))
She raised her eyebrow, then shrugged. "Country music can be strangely entertaining. Tell anyone I said that and I'll attempt to kill you and getkilled int he process. " She added under herbreath, then shrugged. "Do whatever you want. I'm still confused as to why I even joined this class. "
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 12:24 pm
He shook his head and sat in the chair at his desk and said. "A'right we'll try this then." He pulled out a revolver from under his coat and shot himself in the hand. "Now, wha's the first thing you do here, as medic and healer?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 12:27 pm
"Stop the blood. It interfers with being able to see and clean the wound. " She was holding herself in her seat, making her hands not dart down to her first aid kit. "Then clean the wound as fast as possible, and bandage it. "
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 12:30 pm
He nodded and smiled. "Good, tha's correct." He healed himself and the bullet popped out of his hand. "Now then, what about if it was blunt trauma though?" He wasn't gonna do that to himself, that might be dangerous.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 12:34 pm
"Try to find out if it's going to bruise, and if it's in the head area, try to find out if there's a concussion. If so, try to prevent the injured from sleeping. " She was in her element here. She was as well trained as most doctors in America, even if she wasn't as well-equipped. "Feel for broken bones, and if there are any, hold the limbs in place. "
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 12:46 pm
He said "Partially right, head trauma often K.Os the person, thus you can' really prevent the sleepin' part." He nodded a bit and said "Ok, las' question and then you can go abou' yer merry way." He pulled out his revolver and shot himself in the chest, but used his telekinesis to stop it before it hit his heart. "Now what do you do in this situation?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 12:50 pm
She didn't know. Looks like it was time to guess. "Again, try to stop the bleeding, and then examine hte wound to try and see if the bullet can come out of if it's to close to the heart. If you can, get the bullet out, and then try to clean the wound and close it- through sewing or through healing. " SHe glanced down, her expression guilty. "That's just a guess though. My- the man who taught me about wounds gave up in cases like this. " Her expression became hard, angry. "Something I'll never do. giving up on a patient is-" she broke off, and her head snapped up. she hadn't been aware she was talking. She glanced away. "It's a surefire way to kill them. "
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 1:00 pm
He laughed and said "If the guy who taught you knew what you said, then he'd 'ave saved every patient he had." He teleported the bullet out of his body and onto his hand and said "Here, think about what ya just said, and come back when you're okay to talk." He then tossed the bullet into the trashcan and sat at his desk again.
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