Postby Ally-Ann » Sat Nov 10, 2012 1:41 pm
The earthy smell combined with the industrial stench invaded her nose, and all she could do was ignore it as she walked through the colony's town, the only military medic standing out amongst the other normal-dressed citizens. She was clad in her on-duty uniform, blonde hair pulled into a bun, just below the bottom hem of her beret. It seemed like a normal day; people milling about, small children running around and playing tag (Or whatever it was that little kids liked to do. She didn't remember being a small child), a crisp atmostphere engulfing her line of vision. So much like the earth she remembered, yet so different. She had been living with this colony for three years, and she still felt new, still felt like a rookie in her field. Still felt like an outsider. It didn't really bother her, though. It was what it was, and quite frankly, she didn't care. She just wanted to get to the hospital, tend to some people, and get done with her day without worries or complications, just like most days panned out.
Mirabelle caught a few people glancing at her, but ignored them effortlessly. She got a lot of looks, not all of which were admiring ones, either. She figured she probably intimidated people a little bit, though she couldn't imagine why; she was a 5'3 blonde medic. An military medic, yes, but still just a medic. She couldn't be that intimidating. Maybe I'm just paranoid, she thought indifferently. After all, she knew plenty of people who seemed to like her, or at least enjoy her company. Take the lieutenant colonel of her battalion*, for example. He never complained about being around her. A gruff man, yes, but he was never mean to her. There were also the other few medics that seemed to at least tolerate her. There was at least four of them, so that was be enough to tell her that she was a hospitable person, or at least a decent one. Then again, perhaps people were simply wary of soldiers.
Mira paused her walking upon seeing the church, and she tilted her head slightly. It was a beautiful building. Small, and perhaps even puny, but she couldn't help but find it a bit charming. She always procrastinated about going to a service one of those days, but that was the problem; it was mere procrastination. She never got around to going. She always seemed to be busy, even on Sunday mornings. There was always some new rookie in the battalion who wouldn't hold a gun right, and would then end up shooting himself somewhere in the leg or arm. There was never time on Sunday mornings for her to relax. Not only that, but what also drove her procrastination was that she had lost a good chunk of hope in God and didn't really give Him a chance; she lost almost all of her childish faith when she moved to the new planet.
Still, though, Mira stood there, hands in her long-jacket's pockets, as she stared at the building, letting her thoughts race for a moment. She glanced left and right awkwardly to make sure no one was watching her, and then she pulled her hands from her pockets and folded them together and closed her eyes in preparation to pray. One time couldn't hurt. God, if you exist, please let me have a good day. Please, don't let there be too many patients, especially hurt or sick children. I really don't like to see harmed children. And please, let there be as little-- if any-- suffering from patients as possible. Amen. Just as Mira opened her eyes and unfolded her hands, something-- or someone-- tackled her legs with such strong momentum that she toppled over and fell hands-first onto the church yard. She looked behind her, and saw that, even though she herself wasn't standing, there was a familiar child still clinging to her legs with a look of joy and excitement plastering her face.
"MIRA~!" The child cried out with joy as she continued to embrace the blonde's legs. Mira blinked at the sight.
"Em-Emily, it's nice to see you, but what are you--"
"It's Orion!" The girl exclaimed as she let go of Mira's legs to allow the medic to stand. Mira did just that and brushed the grass and dirt off of her jacket.
"Who?"
"Orion!"
"I don't know who that is."
"He's an explorer!"
Mira pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed, before a sentence strung itself on the verge of sarcasm. "Oh, great." Mira wasn't a fan of explorers. Many of them were over-exuberant, annoying, and smelled like funky spices. "What about him?"
"He says he may have found a new plant that could hold record-breaking medicinal properties!" The small girl, Emily, chattered excitedly. "Isn't that great?!"
She must be this explorer's new errand girl or even his new shadow... Mira thought annoyedly. "Yeah, I guess. But listen, kid, I'm not a medical scientist. Just a medic. I don't make the medicine, I just apply it."
"I bet you could make it."
"I bet you I couldn't. Why are you bringing this to me, anyway?" Mira asked, folding her hands behind her head as she waited patiently for the child to finish her bubbly chatter.
"Because, you're Mira! You're important and special; I can feel it in my pancreas!" Emily explained with finality. Mira quirked an eyebrow, slightly amused.
"Your pancreas?"
"It's sort of in the tummy area."
"Yes, I know."
"See?! Who else knows where their pancreas is?" Emily wailed desperately, as if she thought she was making a good point and knew that Mira wasn't getting it. Mira shrugged.
"All of my fellow medics do," she replied, turning on her heel to start heading towards the hospital again. Emily wailed again before Mira facepalmed. "Gosh darn it, Emily, I have to get to work, and you're making a scene!" It was true. People were staring at the blonde soldier and small child, both of whom were rather animated at this point.
"Please, just come and meet him and see what he got on his trip!" Emily begged in one breath, now on her knees with her tiny hands folded. Mira let out an exasperated sigh.
Well, this'll be the only day that I'm late... I guess I can spare a few minutes. Mira glanced about furtively, emabarassed slightly that she was the center of a scene, before nodding hesitantly. "Fine, fine. I'll meet this Orion, see what he has, and then I need to get to work."
OOC: I may just have to fill out a character sheet for Emily now...
*A battalion is anywhere from 300-1300 soldiers; the smallest military unit capable of performing independent operations. Just thought you should know.