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Post by Preston Saint on Aug 25, 2007 8:20:00 GMT -5
"Though I suspect a lot of women say that to you...."
He chuckled spitefully. "Clever."
"We'll give you a chance to get dressed again. You can meet me outside in the hallway when you're ready; it's not that far back to the barracks. Preston?"
He looked to Juliet, and nodded in reply, following her out the door.
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Post by Preston Saint on Aug 23, 2007 9:31:08 GMT -5
He finished up collecting the sample, slipping it into a clear, seal-up little bag. He heard Juliet talk about Samantha staying at her place, and he was disappointed for a moment, although not surprised. It might've been fun to have Samantha to continue to stay at his place, look after her. Like a pet. A pet with breasts and an English accent.
Still, it would've been worse for him in the long run. She'd probably knife him while he was in the shower or something similar. "All done." he said with a chipper smile.
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Post by Preston Saint on Aug 14, 2007 13:53:55 GMT -5
"I'm watching everything you do."He gazed at her with genuine sympathy. It was unlikely she would ever trust him again, and there was no reason she should. He dabbed her arm with a wet cloth, before sliding the needle into her skin. "Sorry." he whispered, retracting the needle, knowing it would sting slightly. Trust was a hard thing to regain, and he'd betrayed her in the worst way. Then again, time healed all wounds. Sadly, she probably wouldn't be around long enough to turn forgiving. flashback: abclost.proboards40.com/index.cgi?board=rpgbios&action=display&thread=1176881922&page=1#1187117654
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Post by Preston Saint on Aug 14, 2007 4:17:58 GMT -5
On Juliet's words, he stood and crossed the room. He reached into his case, taking out a syringe. He then turned, and walked over to Samantha. "It's probably a little much to ask you to trust me." he stated sympathetically while holding the syringe up. "Still, I need you to put your arm out. Please."
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Post by Preston Saint on Aug 12, 2007 16:05:03 GMT -5
Preston became lost in thought once more as he watched Juliet give Samantha a physical. If the situation weren't so serious and worrying, it would almost stir pervy thoughts in his mind, watching the two of them. As it was, he was just growing more and more scared. Three bad things could happen. Samantha could die from her apparent pregnancy. Ben could have her killed because she wasn't useful. Or Ruby could shoot her for no reason.
True, Samantha had been very rude to him. But the circumstances excused her, and it was sad when anyone died. He then realized he was staring at Samantha's face, and quickly blinked, averting his eyes. This was bad. This was a disruption in routine, which was bad. And he couldn't help feeling sorry for the people around him.
Samantha would likely not ever leave the island, or she would die. That was sad, and he wished he could prevent it, even if she has a person was rapidly losing points with him.
And Juliet. Beautiful Juliet, whose reasons were rumored to be so noble, was as trapped as anyone else by Ben. It was a very sad set of circumstances.
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Post by Preston Saint on Aug 6, 2007 18:12:54 GMT -5
"She's under control!?! I think you need to re-exmine your definition of under control."
"Your safety is a high priority for us." he stammered quickly. "Sofia will not be allowed near you again. I promise."
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Post by Preston Saint on Aug 6, 2007 5:48:57 GMT -5
Saint stared after her. Clearly, one of the stupidest people on the planet. He looked at Juliet. "I take it she doesn't know you do give her orders." He sighed, crossing the room. "What with you being her superior and all."
He unfolded his arms, and looked at Samantha. "I apologize for that sudden outburst of Sofia's. She's under control, she just doesn't understand."
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Post by Preston Saint on Aug 4, 2007 6:24:07 GMT -5
"Sorry, but seeing as I called out a dozen times with no answer. As well as the fact that Chris and Gregory were killed earlier by the survivors and that I knew you were suppose to be down here, I thought maybe, just maybe someone was in trouble . It's called looking out for eachother!"
"It's surprising how much 'looking out for each other' is similar to 'waving a gun around at your co-workers for no real reason other than paranoia'." he said, approaching her.
"I came down here to see what was happening, I thought Ben might of been down here. So is she one of them?"
Preston just stared, gaping at her stupidity. She's burst in, waving her gun in everyone's face, giving the prisoner information, interrupting the whole procedure and acting like she knew more. It was insane. "Wonderful." he turned to Juliet and Samantha. "Join us next week for another episode of, 'let's make no fucking sense' when I will be waxing an owl." He turned and poked his head out the door, calling, "Ryan!"
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Post by Preston Saint on Aug 3, 2007 16:47:38 GMT -5
"STAY WHERE YOU ARE!"
He jumped in his seat as Sofia burst in like a maniac.
"What's going on...what are you doing..Is everyone OK?"
"Jesus Christ!" exclaimed Preston, his usual calm breaking as he stood. "What the hell are you doing? What the holy bejesusing fuck was going through your mind? What the hell?"
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Post by Preston Saint on Aug 2, 2007 17:42:38 GMT -5
"But a more logical line of questioning, considering I had just fallen from the sky, would have been do I have any broken bones or head injuries? He was very specific about pregnancy and nothing else."
"Well, to be fair, if you had broken bones or head injuries, they would come across as rather obvious." he said simply. "The fact that you've gone this long without complaints of any pains makes it likely you have no serious internal injuries. However, what doesn't affect you, could affect any child you're carrying."
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Post by Preston Saint on Jul 25, 2007 13:14:42 GMT -5
"I apologize for the seeming lack of interpersonal skills in our community's male population,"
That was a little hurtful. It showed on his face for a moment, and then he kept himself quiet. He bowed his head like a dog that had done wrong.
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Post by Preston Saint on Jul 22, 2007 15:18:40 GMT -5
He looked from Samantha, to Juliet, realizing he'd already forgotton he was meant to fake empathy. He drummed his fingers against his legs. Then, he managed a sheepish, "I'm s-sorry."
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Post by Preston Saint on Jul 9, 2007 16:00:33 GMT -5
Preston kept his eye on Samantha, and then pulled up a spare chair to sit in. He crossed his arms, carefully watching to make sure she didn't try to make a run for it. Of course, just watching was extremely boring. "The sedatives were to calm you down. You made it worse by getting yourself all worked up."
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Post by Preston Saint on Jul 8, 2007 14:50:58 GMT -5
***Preston and Juliet enter***
"Hello again." he said, with a false smile. He could see her standing nice and still, and his eyes darted around for a moment to detect any changes in the room. He didn't see anything of note, and so his eyes turned back to her.
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 24, 2007 13:07:29 GMT -5
Preston hurried back, a gown and scrubs bundled in his arms. "Here, Dr Burke...er, Juliet?" he asked, wondering if he should call her doctor or by her first name.
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 20, 2007 17:22:40 GMT -5
"Nor are we savages; we do have proper medical attire. Preston, could you retrieve a gown from the locker room for Miss Harkness? As well as a pair of scrubs for me, please?"
"Oh, yes, of course." he said soapily with a silly grin, as if he'd been in class straining with his hand up, and the hot teacher he wanted to impress had chosen him. He turned and headed out of the room to fetch what she'd asked for.
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 20, 2007 8:18:20 GMT -5
"Dr. Saint,"
Seeing the beautiful blonde earlier, he smiled, and greeted, "Hello, Juliet."
"So sorry I'm late. I got held up; Ben didn't ask you to start the exam without me, did he?"
"Oh..." he looked surprised. "I didn't know that Ben-"
"And this must be Miss Harkness, My name's Juliet Burke. I'm another of the resident doctors here, and I'm terribly sorry about the crash. You must have been through a great ordeal,"
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 19, 2007 13:17:11 GMT -5
"I beg your pardon?"
"Just put them on the table." he said casually. "Don't worry. I'm a professional, I do this all the time. Trust me, I detach myself completely."
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 19, 2007 12:52:57 GMT -5
***Preston enters***
"All right, just take off your clothes and then sit on the table." he instructed calmly, setting his medical case down and opening it. He didn't need all her clothes to be off, he just wanted to see if she would.
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Post by Preston Saint on Jun 20, 2007 6:39:19 GMT -5
PRYCE
"Hey, Dr Burke." he greeted, turning to look at her. "They're in the examinin' room at the moment."
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