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[RL 23: "Take care of them, Edgeworth."; Phoenix, Edgeworth]
Monday, July 14th, 2008 12:43 am((OOC: Taking place directly after this post to the community.))
At 3:00 am the halls of the Hotti Clinic were quiet; the Emergency Room hadn't been, of course, but the labyrinthine halls of the building's main areas (no place that size should be called a 'clinic') were almost completely silent and even more confusing than the idiots that kept directing him through them. He'd been sent in no less than three separate directions since leaving the ER, and by the time he'd found another reception desk he was breathless, tense, and his shoulders were aching.
He set his luggage down heavily in front of the desk, and glared at the receptionist who stared indifferently up at him. "I need to find a patient."
"Name?" Her voice was as bored as her eyes, which flicked to the screen of her PC.
( Wright, Phoenix. )
At 3:00 am the halls of the Hotti Clinic were quiet; the Emergency Room hadn't been, of course, but the labyrinthine halls of the building's main areas (no place that size should be called a 'clinic') were almost completely silent and even more confusing than the idiots that kept directing him through them. He'd been sent in no less than three separate directions since leaving the ER, and by the time he'd found another reception desk he was breathless, tense, and his shoulders were aching.
He set his luggage down heavily in front of the desk, and glared at the receptionist who stared indifferently up at him. "I need to find a patient."
"Name?" Her voice was as bored as her eyes, which flicked to the screen of her PC.
( Wright, Phoenix. )
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