Waiting Around

[Not Ordo]

[member="Adora Namadi"]

The streets were far too crowded as he walked along hands in his pockets. No armor or weapons hung from the small man's body today, just an old pair of jeans a loose T-shirt and a hundred year old jacket. It wasn't like him but then he wasn't much like himself either. His amber eyes scanned the shoes of the passers-by too lost in his own thoughts to bother to look any higher than that.

He rounded the corner and crossed the street to the large medical center. A quick step through the automatic doors brought him inside and after a moment at the counter he decided to grab a seat in the waiting room. His old eyes settled on a holozine about animals of the galaxy of all things and he picked it up and sat down. He hadn't been well. He was too far out of balance and after the beating he had taken lately he really just needed someone to tell him straight what was going on.

So he waited, quiet and alone as always and tried not to think of better days. Those thoughts somehow never brought the days he missed back.

 

[Adora Namadi]

Adora hated hospitals. From the sterile air, the sheets that were hardly comfortable, to list of other reasons. And yet she spent so much time in them, each time going in hoping for some good news, wishing some day she'd stop getting sick, but knowing deep down that she wouldn't be getting any better. It was a cruel relationship she had with these buildings, hating them yet utterly relying on them.

The waiting rooms were the worst. There weren't many holozines the girl hadn't skimmed over, at least none of the ones that hadn't been taken to the examination rooms. No, she was left to entertain herself, sitting there by herself, casually observing the other patients and their chaperones. It was a boring experience, no doubt, but unfortunately she couldn't afford to skip all of this. She could, however, think to herself just how much she'd kill for a book or something to pass the time with.

"What are you here for?" She questioned the other man, boredom finally reaching that point in which she'd attempt conversation. It wasn't exactly the most profound of conversation starters. Honestly, it was one of the most basic questions one could ask, but it was something.

[member="Kal Ordo"]​

 

[Not Ordo]

He looked up from his holozine at the source of the question. He wasn't much used to being asked questions anymore. He seemed to be more one to be avoided than anything these days. The girl sat there, bright hair and bored expression, he could understand the boredom. And at her age chances were it was worse.

"I'm old and broken." He said trying to put it as nicely ad he could, "I'm falling apart faster than I was."

He looked at her and felt a little bad that such a young kid was stuck in a doctor's waiting room and not out having fun elsewhere.

"What're you in for kid?" He asked trying to return the courtesy, and glad to do anything other than read the same holozine again.

[member="Adora Namadi"]