RUNNING ON EMPTY [TREV] Jan 28, 2015 18:26:14 GMT -5
Post by JOCELYN on Jan 28, 2015 18:26:14 GMT -5
The sun was bright in Jocelyn’s eyes, the brilliant golden light breaking the horizon and glaring off the warehouse walls wherever she turned. Her flattened hand lifted and touched her brow to shade her sensitive eyes from the assault.
She’d been up most of the night in quiet conversation with Seija. The few hours she had managed to sleep were broken by Griff who had noticed the Scout groupings were uneven in both number and skill, and had asked what do to. Pleased he had noticed the issue, and after a moment of thought she had nodded in thanks and sent him off to find another Scout, then meet her at the Medical Ward. She had not yet established a new Beta or Delta and that left her to deal with every matter be it large or small.
Now, she headed toward the Medical Ward. She’d heard there was another Scout that had been off the rosters a few weeks healing up an injury. She’d heard about him the day before as apparently he was not very quiet about the fact that he felt ready to be back in the action. As a former Huntress, she'd often been lent to scouting parties in the past - one of which had been with Trev. He was a good Scout, Joss recalled, and she needed him. However, if he wasn’t truly healed up enough to keep up and be of use, and the Medic didn’t feel he was fit, she was going to have to figure something else out.
“Mornin’ Miss Jocelyn,” said Dr. Greggory, almost tightly. His insistent propriety in calling her, ‘Alpha Jocelyn’ yesterday had been unnecessary, and Joss had requested repeatedly that he address her simply by her name. By the third time the man reluctantly agreed, but had adopted the Miss as a replacement. It seemed the doctor still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea.
“Good Morning, Dr. Greggory,” she said politely. “Might I have a word with you?”
“Of course,” he said, plunged his hands into a bucket of hot, soapy water, and briskly dried them on a rag as he followed her to a corner of the building.
“I need another Scout today before the group that’s out now gets back. I heard Trev might be ready to head out. What do you think?” Jocelyn kept her voice low.
“Trev? Mmm,” he thought. “Can you have the Scouts out now take another shift?” he asked, with a hint of a patronizing tone.
Patiently, Jocelyn shook her head. “They already have done, and they need a break. I have Griff hunting down someone else but I need more than just who Griff can find,” she said. “Is Trev up to it?” she prompted again.
“He certainly thinks he is and there isn’t much I’d keep him for except rest. He should be alright if he takes it easy,” Dr. Greggory said thoughtfully. “This way.”
He led them down a line of cots, down a cramped hallway, and into another room to a make-shift crate-cot that held the man in question. She stopped at the foot of the bed and crossed her arms.
Jocelyn was of an average height, but her posture and presence always seemed to lend a few inches to her stature. Her long, silver-blonde hair was twisted away from her face into a hasty but tight french-braid that trailed to the small of her back. Black rimmed her lashes, making her rich blue eyes icy and sharp. She’d not wanted to fuss with outfits today, and had thrown on black pants and a black heavy jacket over a dark wife beater. Her boots were tough and well broken in, one of her most comfortable pair and her machetes at her back and hip were always well sharpened.
“Trev,” she said in greeting with a nod. “How are you feeling?” she asked, eyeballing the room. It almost looked like a storage room, and he was the only one in it. I wonder why, she thought distantly.