<hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Laundry - Bloody Hell!!</em></span></strong></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://media3.popsugar-assets.com/files/2015/01/06/043/n/1922283/c3bb29ee1d12b9d4_CillianJI9phI.xxxlarge/i/Sexy-Cillian-Murphy-Peaky-Blinders-GIFS.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dr. Artemis Fowl II<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong>Administrative Chief of surgery<br/><strong>Date and Time:</strong>October 1, 4:00 a.m.<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Guinevere Staff Apartments, hallway<br/><strong>Mood:</strong>Tired, stoic.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Hover over dialect for translation.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Amira Hensley<em><strong> [closed]</strong></em>[/font]<br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>It had been an entirely long day for Artemis Fowl. The man hadn't realized just how exhausting taking on the post of Chief of the surgery program at Jamison Clarke Prepartory University Gottswald Hospital was going to actually be. <br/><br/>Add to the fact that his ex-wife had managed to piss him off by calling him and demanding he listened to her regarding their relationship which was CLEARLY over. Artemis had enough, tired and not saying a word to anyone after telling her to go fuck herself and her new boyfriend. He hung up his cell by flinging it against his office door. <br/><br/>That Irish temper needed to be calmed with a six pack of the piss poor version of Guinness and maybe some Irish whisky. Bleedin' yanks fucked everything they touched and not in the way that was enjoyable. It required plenty of lube for the serious anal penetration the Americans would get up to with screwing up all good things such as alcohol, cigarettes even food!<br/><br/>Jessica had managed to ramp his mood up to the next level. If he didn't get a warm body under him to work out some of these frustrations soon, he was going to blow a head gasket. And whilst we're on the subject the damn intern he had in training, who Artemis was so hot for he was sure he'd take her back to his flat and fuck her senseless; managed to stick his hand during surgery when passing him a scalpel. Fun times. Her hotness meter slipped far below his scale when that occurred. Having to call in a fellow to step in and get the cut cleaned up and stitched as well as blood work and checking the patient for any STD's before he managed to get home for the evening. FUCK. <br/><br/>It was as if someone else had managed to start off saying what he was thinking the word FUCK as he entered the staff apartments and walked the flight of stairs to turn the corner and head to his flat #15. Artemis raised his brow at the mate he had met online via facebook. The girl from across the pond. Clearly she had been having a bad day and was now sat outside her apartment door as Artemis approached her. His door was across from hers but he stopped short and opened his with a key before he held out his none injured hand to the very beautiful woman. <strong>"<acronym title="Come on, up you get. We can find you some help. I take it you locke yourself out?">Cum on, up yer git. we can fend yer 'elp. oi take it yer locked yerself oyt?"</acronym></strong> Artemis held the door open for her and gestured for her to enter with a soft smile though it didn't reach his eyes. The man had been through the ringer for the day. <br/></span></span>