Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - Cafeteria
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				Title: <strong>Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - Cafeteria</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>28-02-2011, 20:14:35</strong>
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				<div align="center"><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><strong>The Cafeteria</strong></span></span></div><br><div align="center">(http://c.photoshelter.com/img-get/I0000LKlAnQegjoo/s)</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: arial;" class="bbc_font"><br>Stark and serving mediocre food, the cafeteria gets it's lively atmosphere from the groups of nurses, <br>interns and other hospital staff who eat there and share war stories over a cup of watery coffee. Eat at your own risk.</span></span></div><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - Cafeteria</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Iraiz</strong> on <strong>01-03-2011, 21:33:15</strong>
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				<b>Bobby Boss, M.D. - Moving from Ward B to the Cafeteria, contemplating life</b><br><br>Bobby was reaching for the kit to drain Burpleson of his kangaroo pouch when Cliff's hand sped past and plucked it right off the cart. &nbsp;The man was rolling with the paunches, so to speak and hardly seemed to be paying attention to what was going on. &nbsp;Bobby on the other hand found himself in a mask and splatter suit just as quickly; nothing like watching a man on a&nbsp;reckless&nbsp;mission. &nbsp;<br><br>Thank the high heavens for Goldwasser being there when blood started to fill the bag and then the man was dead, that quick from the introduction of air into his veins. &nbsp;It was such an elementary mistake to not draw back on the needle to check its location before allowing it to begin suctioning that Bobby could only stare in horror at Harris through his blood splattered mask. &nbsp;<br><br>Speechless, he looked around him to see if anybody else had notice the dead man in the ward but even the leading man didn't seem to care; he was focused on food, no surprise there. &nbsp;The gown and mask were removed in silence and Bobby left the ward in a brisk and&nbsp;turgid&nbsp;manner for the cafeteria. &nbsp;<br><br>Like cattle, he got in line behind a few old nurses, riddled with liver spots and reeking of cheap cigarettes as they waddled through and took what was served. &nbsp;Bobby, on the other hand, gave each item a two second timeline in which either he could figure out what the substance was or it wasn't going on his tray. &nbsp;By the time he reached the cashier he had an apple, a carton of milk and a plate stacked high with toast.<br><br>At the first empty table, he sat munching away, his eyes had drifted off into space as he wondered what this hospital was going to do to his career. &nbsp;He figured his license would be revoked within the first week and he'd end up somebody's golf caddy in the Hamptons. &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - Cafeteria</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>02-03-2011, 20:04:55</strong>
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				Julie Markum--Cafeteria, just down from B-ward<br><br>Julie entered the cafeteria with about as much enthusiasm as anyone entering cafeterias can possibly muster.&nbsp; It was almost as bad as being in high school--the whole getting in line, and then, once you figure out what you might possibly eat that wouldn't make you sick, looking for a place to sit.&nbsp; She had no idea what the hierarchy or strategy was, but she knew that she wasn't going to sit with the nurses.<br><br>She saw one familiar face, though, and despite for her initial dislike of the man, it was better to sit next to him than with that group of middle aged surgeons who had all turned their heads in her direction with mumbles of new female intern.&nbsp; She didn't even ask,&nbsp; but sat across from Bobby Boss.&nbsp; He looked like a deer facing headlights.&nbsp; She had no intention of disturbing him.&nbsp; She just didn't like sitting alone.&nbsp; And he was the only person he knew, friendly or not.<br><br>She opened her milk, but it was a sucky carton and it splashed as she finally tore open, spraying milk upward and over onto the pile of toast.<br><br>Toast?&nbsp; What a strange man.&nbsp; She looked at her pile of pale green lettuce and realized it wasn't much more appetizing.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sorry about that," she said, reaching across with a napkin to wipe up the spill and blotting at the stray puddles around his plate.&nbsp; <br><br>"I appear to be having one of my more graceful days."&nbsp; &nbsp;Her voice was laced with sarcasm and a hint of tiredness.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - Cafeteria</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>03-03-2011, 07:52:44</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>Nurse Amaya Forman, in the cafeteria eating lunch.</em></strong> </span></span><br><br>The cafeteria didn't look anything like the one on General Hospital.&nbsp; Where were the plants?&nbsp; The nicely appetizing foods she always saw them eating?&nbsp; The appeasing decorating?&nbsp; Amaya couldn't help but shudder a little as she briefly froze in the doorway, her almond eyes widening as she glanced over the stark, drab area and swallowed hard.&nbsp; Well, it didn't smell wretched, that was certainly a plus, but now she was rather thinking she should have brought lunch from home.&nbsp; Or maybe stopping somewhere along the way for lunch, or even leaving the hospital.&nbsp; Was that allowed?&nbsp; Daddy did her some money.&nbsp; Swallowing gently, Amaya straightened her shoulders.&nbsp; <em>Maybe it wouldn't be so bad... </em><br><br>Curving her lips into a small smile, the new nurse forced a calm exhale of breath and moved into the line behind a few other nurses and doctors.&nbsp; She only inwardly sighed when the line behind her suddenly became a little crowded, her back quite nearly pressed into the doctor's chest behind her, and he certainly looked apologetic when she glanced over her shoulder at him when his hips bumped into hers, the curve of her ass briefly pressed into his lap.&nbsp; After a careful study of the offerings spread over the carts, Amaya's tray consisted of a salad, a plate of fries, a brownie and a cherry Popsicle, and a carton of chocolate milk.&nbsp; <br><br>Pocketing the change into her apron, Amaya carefully held her tray as she glanced over the cafeteria and considered her sitting options.&nbsp; The only person she really -- sort of -- knew was Kate and it seemed a bit daunting plopping her tray down next to a handful of strangers.&nbsp; She ended up moving toward a clear section of one of the tables, not quite sitting apart from everyone but neither joining any of the groups.&nbsp; Very neatly she set down her lunch, the salad before her with the fries to its upper right, the brownie and cherry Popsicle set on a napkin to the upper left; her utensils set beside her plate, nestled on their own napkin, and she spread another napkin over her lap.&nbsp; The carton of chocolate milk was carefully opened and set near her right hand once a small sip had been taken. <br><br>Crossing her legs under the table, the hem of her uniform hugging her thighs, Amaya closed her eyes and said a quick, quiet prayer before smiling at the lunch and taking her first bite of salad.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - Cafeteria</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 09:24:47</strong>
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				<strong>Jordina Montero in the cafeteria.</strong><br><br>As she noticed the other doctors and nurses from the B ward walk in she tried to make herself seen. When that failed she rolled her eyes and packed her newspaper. She had already given the buffet a glance and decided she would rather not eat than eat that and made a note to bring her own lunch tomorrow. Jordina walked up to the other doctors and set herself between them and the lonely nurse.<br><br>She had been introduced to the doctors but not the nurse yet.<br><br>"Hello. I'm Jordina," she said and reached out her hand over the table.<br><br>"How can you all eat that?"
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 11:57:21</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Nurse Lottie Anderson with Cliff Harris in tow. Mission: Mind off dead guy, phase one.</em></span></span><br><br>Lottie had chatted with Cliff on the way to the cafeteria, pointing out staff and naming names and pointing out all sorts of little hiding places that were perfect for a little "break from patients and yelling bosses". Of course her eyes twinkled when she said it and her grin told him exactly what she meant by a 'break'. She gave little waves and winks every now and then at people they passed and it should be fairly obvious that she had taken 'breaks' with a number of people in the hospital. Cliff got at least a couple of jealous looks and one that could only be described as hostile. "Sorry about that," she purred when the guy had passed them by. "I didn't like his, um, coffee very much and... he didn't take it very well. Poor thing."<br><br>When they reached the cafeteria she walked him straight over to look at the food available today. "Ugh, bad day. Okay..." She grinned up at him and grabbed a tray. "I'll show you what's safe to put in your mouth, sugar."<br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 22:57:29</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Cliff Harris given the official tour, enter the cafeteria.</em> </div><hr><br>Cliff followed after the nurse looking extremely bored with the tour, he was not trying to be disrespectful but he did like hearing her talk and something about her just sounded familiar. He spent his time looking over at her when she pointed and looked in one direction and then nodded his head as a med student he was an expert at looking like he was paying attention. <br>"Some people don't know how to take rejection well." <br>He added in as they got into the cafeteria. <em>Wait... </em> An eyebrow perked as he gave her a sideways glance. Cliff thought he knew where he had seen her before but now he had to confirm his findings. Nodding his head he smiled as they got in line for the food. <br><br>"Before that, you should eat this..."<br>Reaching into the little basket of fruits he pulled a pair of bananas out and took one for himself before handing her the other. He waved his fruit at the person at the other end of the food to make sure they added the fruit to his tab before he explained. <br>"Bananas have lots of protein in then and they fight hunger, eating one before a meal well help you fight hunger and prevent you from overeating."<br>Clifford had reached into his mind and bullshitted the information that seemed probable but the actual intention was to see something in her mouth. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - Cafeteria</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>10-03-2011, 23:33:40</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Lottie Anderson, Cliff Harris and the banana trial...</em></span></span><br><br>"Prevent me from overeating? A banana. Mhm..." She glanced at him suspiciously but hey, it's Lottie we're talking about here... "So, this is never edible," she said and pointed at some sort of a stew in the food display table between them and a grumpy looking cafeteria worker who rolled her eyes at the way Lottie was handling the fruit. She held one end and slid her middle finger idly up and down the length of it, seemingly without even noticing how sexual that little movement was. That's what you get from having a career in porn. Some things simply become a habit. "This is okay on Mondays but... yeah..." she nodded at a large heap of sorry looking salad and moved on. "This is usually okay," she said and pointed at some shady looking meatballs. She quickly pealed the banana and tapped the end of it to her lips when she glanced over at the next pile of food. It was toast, and it was perfectly safe. <br><br>"This I'm having," she said and piled some on her plate. Then she picked her tray up, balanced it perfectly in one hand and dipped the banana in her mouth as she walked off towards a table where some of the others from the ward were sitting. She wrapped her lips around the sweet fruit as she bit down and gave a little sound of pleasure as she chewed and swallowed. "I don't know if it works the way you say, but it's a good start of a meal anyway."<br><br>She wasn't sure just what sort of a guy this intern was, but he was cute and she thought he must need some cheering up after killing a guy on his first shift. Well, all right so maybe he didn't kill him exactly, but close enough. He seemed a little odd though, giving her a lesson in dietary matters after spending only a few minutes listening to her ramble on. He wasn't the strangest fellow she'd helped 'cheer up'. That was for sure...<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 00:19:03</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Cliff Harris with Lottie Anderson in the cafeteria - Banana Trial: inconclusive, beginning vanilla pudding trial... </em></div><hr><br>He had paid attention to what he should eat but he suppressed the scoff when she pointed at a salad, like hell he would eat that. Looking at the food he kept vigilant on her actions with the banana. There was some signs, good signs but that was not enough to confirm his suspicions. <br>"I am a light eater anyway."<br>Cliff added as he got to the end of the table and ordered a roast beef and turkey sandwich and took a side of vanilla pudding. Deciding to be the gentlemen he paid for both their lunches and grabbed each of them a bottle neck coca cola before he moved with her and his tray towards a table. <br><br>Once they sat down he ended up finishing his own banana and looked her way. <br>"So...how long have you been working as a nurse?"<br>Cliff wanted to fish for some information from the blond bombshell in front of him. He showed no signs of the now dead biker being wheeled off to the morgue in reality he was already out of his mind as he tried to crack the new mystery he had stumbled upon! 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - Cafeteria</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>11-03-2011, 00:30:34</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><em>Lottie Anderson with Cliff Harris, growing a sneaking suspicion</em></span></span><br><br>"Seems like forever," she chuckled and nibbled on her toast. His sandwich did look good, sort of, but she couldn't stand roast beef. With a little frown, she sipped her cola and then smiled at him. "You didn't need to pay for me, I have a tab. But it was sweet. Thank you." She knowingly ignored his question for the most part and was now beginning to suspect where his mind was. For most girls this was an innocent question to answer, but Lottie had heard it too many times, and found out the reason behind it too many times, to buy it. He was fishing for a previous job. <br><br>She tilted her head, pouted her full lips a little in thought and examined his features. Which one had he gone to? Maybe Nurse Strangelove? Or Easy Ride... Those were popular. Her foot dangled idly under the table, legs crossed sensibly of course, and her finger twirled around a stray curl that danced by her cheekbone. "So... What do you like doing when you're not wearing that white coat?" She smiled sweetly but as always her eyes twinkled with something mischievous and inviting. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - Cafeteria</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zillah</strong> on <strong>14-03-2011, 22:08:13</strong>
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				<strong>Kate Frost, Heading from Ward B to the Cafeteria, Checking the Janitor’s Closet for Mox … and ‘Party Favors’</strong><br><br>Still smoking her cigarette, Kate shuffled on down towards the cafeteria. Even though it was lunchtime, she wasn’t particularly hungry. Part of that, she supposed, was due to her morning toot of coke, of which she also supposed she’d need a refresher … but part of it was dealing with Miss June, earlier in the morning. The poor woman had affected her in a way that patients usually, well, <em>didn’t</em>. She found herself worrying about the woman – she’d probably been deeply abused in some way, physically and psychologically, and …<br><br>Kate stopped, and leaned against the wall. She sighed, and took a final drag from her cigarette, stubbing it out in a nearby ashtray.<br><br><em>The Fat Man would be laughing his ass off if he saw you right now,</em> Kate thought wryly. <em>Little miss tough girl, getting all worked up over one sad, lonely patient … forgetting all of the Laws of the House of God. Stupid, stupid …</em><br><br>Kate hated caring. It was easier not to care.<br><br>She suddenly found that she didn’t want to eat lunch. But she did want to get very, very drunk.<br><br>Except she was on duty. And while getting drunk was certainly possible, it did tend to make life at Calvin Coolidge more difficult than it was worth.<br><br>So that left …<br><br>“Mox,” Kate whispered. “Shit, I almost forgot.”<br><br>Practically skipping down the hallway, Kate made her way down towards the cafeteria … and at the last second, darted down a small, shadowy passage. A service door for delivery trucks lay at the end of the passage, but Kate didn’t care about that. Instead, she headed to a small supply closet, and opened the door.<br><br>“Mox?” Kate said, poking her head inside the closet. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=100724.msg4371799#msg4371799) “You here?”
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				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>21-03-2011, 04:48:51</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">DR. JACKSON ROGERS, SITTING DOWN WITH AMAYA FORMAN AND JORDINA MONTERO</span></strong><br><br>After his romp (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=96105.msg4400697#msg4400697) with his first patient, Jackson was hungry. The cafeteria food smelled terrible, but he didn't really care; he had a strong stomach and a rather relaxed attitude towards nutrition for a doctor. He was in great shape, he felt, so his body could handle digesting a little crap. He filled a plate with some slightly soggy French fries, picked two chicken drumsticks that didn't look too dried out, a bottle of Coca Cola, and an orange to compensate for the overall noxiousness of the rest of his meal.<br><br>Spotting some of his new colleagues sitting at adjacent tables, he headed over to them with a grin on his face, trying not to look too smug. Seeing Dr. Montero sitting at a table with a place free with the hot Asian nurse, between the table with Markum and Boss, The Odd Couple, as he thought of them, and Cliff and Nurse Strangelove at the other table, he sat down with the female doctor and the nurse. <br><br><strong>"Hey there, Montero, good work with Jane Doe up there,"</strong> he greeted her with a nod, before smiling at the stunning Asian nurse he'd seen doing the rounds. <strong>"Hey, I saw you in B ward too! I'm Doctor Jackson Rogers; what's your name, cutie?"</strong> he said softly, leaning forward and kissing her cheek, and offered her a firm handshake. <strong>"Damn ladies, some of this food could land a guy in B Ward,"</strong> he chuckled, as he speared a French fry on his fork and ate it with enough ketchup to mask the taste, then tried a disappointing bite of rubbery chicken. It too needed much ketchup.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>23-03-2011, 03:07:05</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>Nurse Amaya Forman, sitting with Dr. Jackson and Dr. Montero</em></strong> </span></span><br><br>Lost in her thoughts was certainly one way to describe the nurse sitting there across from Dr. Montero.&nbsp; She hadn't even realized someone had sat across from her, much less asked her a question, until the shadow of Dr. Jackson suddenly drew Amaya's eyes away from the drab wall she had been 'focusing' on.&nbsp; A flutter of thick lashes had her thoughts swimming away as she looked doe eyed at him, then Dr. Montero, and then back to Dr. Jackson.&nbsp; There wasn't a moment to say much, the piece of cucumber she had been holding on the end of her fork for the last ten minutes suddenly dropped when the doctor's lips brushed warm over her cheek, flesh that was soon spotting pink, and Amaya shifted in her chair, uncrossed and recrossed her legs beneath the table.&nbsp; <br><br>Laying aside the fork, she smiled warmly, with a hint of shyness, to Doctor Jackson, first brushing her already clean hand on the napkin in her lap before extending it back toward his.&nbsp; He'd certainly been noticed, as well, and for a moment her eyes brightened.&nbsp; <br><br>"Nurse Amaya Forman," introduced before she took a sip of her milk and curiously eyed just how much ketchup he had been applying to his fries, and then the chicken.&nbsp; She hadn't tried the fries yet, still having been making her way through the salad.&nbsp; They didn't look anymore appetizing with the ketchup and definitely had her thinking twice about hers.&nbsp; Slightly scrunching her nose, she eased away the last few bites of her salad and then picked up the cherry Popsicle, its wrapper set neatly on her plate.&nbsp; Her tongue swept out to catch any errant juices from the frozen treat before she wrapped her lips around the top, suckled for a brief moment to savor the taste before lowering it to hover over the plate, not chancing any drops falling on the table.<br><br>"How long have you been a doctor, Doctor?&nbsp; It must be so fascinating saving people's lives.&nbsp; I bet you're an amazing Doctor," she (mostly) gushed, smiling wider as she leaned forward a little in her chair, before hearing her mother's voice in the back of her head and immediately straightened, the Popsicle once more slid between her lips and innocently toyed with as she kept her bright eyes focused on him.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - Cafeteria</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>25-03-2011, 15:40:17</strong>
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				<strong>Jordina Montero in the cafetaria.</strong><br><br>Typical. The female doctor gets ignored but when a male doctor sat down, suddenly all the nurses would melt and turn to wax and do anything they asked. She was convinced that if Jackson would ask the nurse to strip down butt naked and dance on the table she would do it. Visibly she rolled her eyes and nodded at Jackson's compliment. <br><br><strong>"I think food is too big a word for this stuff Jackson. You know any good food corner around town here?"</strong><br><br>Now the nurse started to 'lick' her popsicle a little bit too obvious for her liking and Jordina put her plastic container down, just a little bit too loud as if saying she didn't agree with anything that was happening here.<br><br><strong>"I'm thinking of taking the car downtown to get some real food. Is that even allowed here?"</strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>desert ashes</strong> on <strong>26-03-2011, 08:14:17</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 9pt;" class="bbc_size"><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font"><strong><em>Nurse Amaya Forman, leaving the cafeteria.</em></strong> </span></span><br><br>"Oh my," Amaya murmured, her Popsicle lowered once she took a small bite off the top of it, and her eyes glanced over to Dr. Montero.&nbsp; Uncomfortably she shifted and glanced down.&nbsp; Was it because of the way she looked?&nbsp; Somehow she wasn't getting good vibes from the female Doctor and her eyes swept to the container that had nearly been slapped onto the table.&nbsp; Swallowing hard, she gave a quick smile before scooping her used plate together, the brownie folded into a napkin and slid safely into the apron pocket of her uniform.&nbsp; Maybe this place was more like General Hospital than she realized; they could be lovers and Dr. Jackson had just kissed her on the cheek.&nbsp; The idea latched onto Amaya's mind and held firm as she rose suddenly and was stepping away.<br><br>"Nice meeting you!"&nbsp; Taking her plate with her, she turned, bumped into the chair behind her with a wince, and then straightened herself before she continued on, licking some more at the errant juices from her frozen treat.&nbsp; The trash deposited, she continued out of the cafeteria.&nbsp; There were other places to check out while she still could and that wouldn't put her into the awkwardness between lovers!
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				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 00:16:01</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Cliff Harris with Lottie Anderson in the cafeteria - forget the trails.</em></div> <hr> <br><br>Cliff came at a cross roads with Nurse Anderson, did he really want to find out if she was a adult actress or just drop it? He thought about it during the time he bit and ate his sandwiched and made a note of all the times she tried to redirect the conversation back towards him. It was not as if she would fuck him if he discovered her secret identity. <br><strong>"In medical school I was really into comic books, I started collecting them. But lately I like the new music coming out. I wanted to be a musician when I was younger but that doesn't pay the bill.' </strong><br>He shared a little insight of his family life by mimicking his strict father's tone as he shared his interest between his lunch and sips of his soda. <br><br><strong>"I heard there is this new little club over on Bleeker I plan on hitting but I have yet to find the damn place like if it is some little secret." </strong><br>If Nurse Lottie was flirting with him then it went right over Cliff's head as he thought she was just making friendly chatter. <br><strong>"What about you Nurse Lottie? What do you do when off duty?" </strong>
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				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>01-04-2011, 13:20:02</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Lottie Anderson with Cliff Harris in the cafeteria</em></div><hr><br>Lottie nibbled her toast as they chatted and stole glances at the new nurse every now and then until she stopped playing with her Popsicle. Lottie chuckled and wondered if the same thoughts had gone through the two interns' heads as hers, but from the way the female intern acted it was definitely not so. Oh this year was going to be interesting, that was for sure... And that nurse Foreman would fit right in, intentionally or not.<br><br>She fixed her attention back on Cliff, nodding and adding little comments where appropriate when he talked about his past and interests. She'd obviously misread him before as he didn't seem to be fishing for anything now. <br><strong><br>"You know, I can get you into that club if you want,"</strong> she said and grinned a little. It was true enough. She wasn't entirely sure what club he meant but whatever it was it would be accessible to her. There were some perks to being Delilah Diamond after all...<br><br>She considered his question for a moment and tilted her head, cupping a cheek with an elbow in the table and idly playing with a fork in the other hand. <strong>"I like music and dancing and partying with my friends, and I love roller skating."</strong> She chuckled and wondered if she should tell him about her previous work but it seemed silly now. Why bring it up? He'd hear about it soon enough, though. She didn't keep it a secret and many of the nurses and doctors around here knew about it. <em>Ah well, let him find out on his own</em>. <br><br><strong>"Much of the time I just hang out at my house and relax,"</strong> she added and shrugged a little. <strong>"Lounging by the pool is divine after a long shift."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - Cafeteria</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramster</strong> on <strong>09-04-2011, 22:04:32</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-family: georgia;" class="bbc_font">DR. JACKSON ROGERS, GOING AFTER AMAYA FORMAN</span></strong><br><br><strong>"Didn't the Fat Man say we had to stick around? We're still on call, I think we'd get in trouble if we wandered off."</strong> Jackson smiled and idly ate another unappetizing French fry, grinning at Jordina. <br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Beep Beep! Beep Beep!</strong></span><br><br>Just then, Dr. Montero's pager went off, reading B-3 on its small digital display. The doctors had received laminated cards with their pagers to keep in their wallets and explain what the various codes meant. B-3 was the Fat Man's office. Obviously she was needed there.<br><br><strong>"Wish you luck, Jordina,"</strong> he chuckled, <strong>"looks like your number's up! See you soon, chica,good luck with the gomers."</strong> He winked and got up, hurrying after the demure Asian nurse who was wandering off shyly, still licking and sucking her popsicle in ways that made Jackson feel his heart pounding in his boxers.<br><br><strong>"Hey, wait up Amaya,"</strong> he said softly in her ear, catching up with her just as she headed out of the cafeteria. <strong>"I didn't get to answer your questions. Wanna go for a walk around the hospital and explore with me? It's my first day here, and I haven't seen everything yet. Looks like you're new here too. I look forward to working with you, Amaya! Don't mind Dr. Montero, she had a tough patient this morning. Jane Doe started bleeding all over the place. You know, the redhead in the bed next to your beauty queen suffering from domestic abuse. Shall we go and have a look around the hospital gardens? It's lovely weather outside,"</strong> he smiled, taking her arm casually and flexing a powerful bicep against her arm. The short sleeves of the Coolidge Memorial nurse's uniform suited her, and the knee length skirt showed off more of her gorgeous tanned skin and her fantastic legs.<br><br>Sticking out his tongue at her, he leaned over and took a little bite and lick of her popsicle, licked a little cherry flavouring off her lips and smirked at her. His palm grazed, then very softly cupped and squeezed her rounded buttock for a moment as he led her through the corridor towards the gardens. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=101896.0)<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - Cafeteria</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Dashenka</strong> on <strong>12-04-2011, 18:36:03</strong>
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				<strong>Jordina Montero.</strong><br><br>What the fuck? I'm at lunch!<br><br>Jordina was tempted to just kill the pager but when she had found the code on the card, she decided it might not be the wisest of ideas. She let out a sigh and rolled the orange she had left between the table and the palm of her hand and smiled at Jackson. The male interims were going after the nurses and she was stuck with the fat man running errands no doubt. Oh well, if that's what was needed for her carreer than she would do it. <br><br>Seeing Jackson walk off after Amaya, she stood up juggled the orange a few times before letting it fall in her pocket and cleaned up the trays from the table. How some people could just leave it here! Amazing.<br><br>Minutes later she got out the elevator and walked straight to her target and knocked the door twice.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - Cafeteria</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aiden</strong> on <strong>13-04-2011, 01:26:54</strong>
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				<div align="center"><em>Cliff Harris with Lottie Anderson in the cafeteria, how about a date tonight? </em></div><hr> <br><br>He would be lying if he did not imagine Lottie laid out by the pool, the sun on her body and her skin glistening from the baby oil or maybe some sun tan lotion. A smile spread across his lips at the image before he came back to reality and after swallowing a part of his sandwich. <br><strong>"You know...I would end up on my face the entire time if I went roller skating...which seems silly since there are eight wheels on roller skates and only two on a bike and I am rather good at that." </strong><br>Cliff mindlessly commented his observation before turning his attention back to her. <br><br><strong>"I need help finding it, I keep hearing the music scene is good there but if you think you can get me in how about we go and try to find it then?" </strong><br>He asked before thinking about what he was saying.<br><strong>"A date I mean." </strong><br>Cliff added, clearing any doubt that he wanted to go out as "just friends" or with a coworker.<br><strong>"It is only lunch time and I feel if I don't blow some stress at the end of the day I am actually going to end up killing someone for real with a spork." </strong><br>He joked as he talked about his stress and jitters of the days even if he had not shown it during the day itself. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Calvin Coolidge Memorial Teaching Hospital - Cafeteria</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Amelita</strong> on <strong>16-04-2011, 12:30:12</strong>
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				<em>Lottie with Cliff, well how about that!</em><br><br>She chuckled as a mental image of Cliff, face down and sprawled out on the ground, hovered in her mind. What a cutie... And he was. He was actually sort of hot in his cute, boyish way. And then he proved to have ore guts than many guys she met. Asking her out, huh?<br>A smile stretched her full lips and she tilted her head, watched him for a second and then nodded. <br><strong>"Sure. But you should know, I'm a rather demanding date." </strong>Her smile turned quite cheeky as she let her gaze move over the little part of him she could see right now. Of course, her idea of being demanding most likely meant she'd help him by blowing all that stress out of his body... She didn't say it, but just licked her lips a little. <br><strong>"Here,"</strong> she said and scribbled her address on a little note from her breast pocket. <strong>"If you come by early we can have a drink before we go."</strong> She slipped the note across the table to him and looked him in the eyes. It shouldn't be difficult to tell where her mind was. 
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