Xeni Kraylu
Indiana Jones
Three hours. Three painful, annoying, god-forbidden hours to find a suitable doctor for her latest research wound. This city-planet seriously needed some serious revising on what was excellent city planning and what wasn't. Shifting her bags and her pitiful cloak, Xeni entered the building and walked to the receptionist.
"May I help you, Miss," the young woman's voice rang out. A quick movement of Xeni's hands and the receptionist nodded. "I see. Do you have some sort of identification?" She rummaged through her bag and pulled out both her ID and money card. "Thank you."
Clacking and beeps proceeded the exchange until the woman handed her back the items. "May I ask what exactly happened to your arm?" A grimace manifested Xeni's face. Another movement of her hands. 'Gizka. Vile little things.'
The woman was visibly attempting not to laugh at Xeni's facial expression. "I-i see. You can go right in, Miss Kraylu." She nooded and made her way through the doors to the back hallways. Note to self: They are NOT even remotely cute.
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"May I help you, Miss," the young woman's voice rang out. A quick movement of Xeni's hands and the receptionist nodded. "I see. Do you have some sort of identification?" She rummaged through her bag and pulled out both her ID and money card. "Thank you."
Clacking and beeps proceeded the exchange until the woman handed her back the items. "May I ask what exactly happened to your arm?" A grimace manifested Xeni's face. Another movement of her hands. 'Gizka. Vile little things.'
The woman was visibly attempting not to laugh at Xeni's facial expression. "I-i see. You can go right in, Miss Kraylu." She nooded and made her way through the doors to the back hallways. Note to self: They are NOT even remotely cute.
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@[member="Sarge Potteiger"] : I hope this is good enough. I hate opening posts.