Thread: || Amphitheater ||

Name Rupinder Rupi Vera Location Amphitheater. Tag Open. Last one to leave, first one to arrive. That had always characterized Rupinder Veras work habits. She had little need to recuperation or rest. She did not like to linger on Institution grounds any longer than she needed to, not wanting to attract the attention of a certain individual. Usually being the first one in, any memos or emails from Rupi to her colleagues would be generally the first ones they might receive that day, even before their own secretaries and receptionists. So when Rupi checked her schedule early that morning, having been absent from the Institution for perhaps only six or seven hours, she was surprised to find there was actually an item waiting for her. Staff meeting planned in the Amphitheater for 0800AM. Attendance mandatory. Rupi merely sighed and leaned back, wondering what this could be about. It wasnt new attendees. It certainly wasnt some holiday function or event. Maybe they were being given a lecture over performance numbers or some other issue that probably wasnt her fault. Another drain of time in her already busy schedule. She hated it, but had no choice to attend. There wasnt much she could do at this early hour besides wait. She thought about summoning one of the Block A patients for adrink, but decided against it. Those types of indulgences might exactly be what this meeting was about. Even though Rupis excesses were small and mostly secretive, she wasnt exactly free of guilt. But there were worse examples that would no doubt draw more attention. Hopefully enough to overlook her own. She shrugged, using the time to write up some reports and organize her case files for the coming day. She did not fret much over the delay that might be caused by the meeting, being one who already worked late. A half hour before the appointed time, Rupi rose and made her way over from her offices to the large amphitheater, finding it mostly empty when she arrived. She ignored the ones present, especially choosing not to make eye contact with one Daniella Coleman as she made her way to the front of the chamber. Being Head of the Psychoanalysis department certainly had its privileges, allowing her to sit in the front row without having to stare over peoples heads and suffer the disgusting scents of their cheap shampoos. Yet perhaps having an entire room of people breathing down your neck from behind was not exactly better either. She sat in the center of the first row, smoothing out her flaxen skirt that covered her caramel thighs, her legs crossed at the knee. Just a hint of her toned leg was visible and it wasnt long before she began to fidget as she sat rigidly, her uppermost leg bouncing casually off her other, her heel slipping to reveal the perfect ball of her ankle and heel. It took all the effort in the world not to turn and stare at whatever newcomer was entering the amphitheater, the only point of interest as they waited for whatever was about to occur. She smiled as some of the other Heads joined her, especially Zandra of the Science department whom Rupi liked and admired. Good morning, Zandra. Any inkling on what this is about? She inquired casually, giving the other woman a small smile. Whether she knew or not, Rupis question would soon be answered when she saw none other than Robert Miller escorting one Candice Whitehorn into the room. Rupi understood at once. Yearly evaluations, great. Another chink of distraction to add to my day. The last thing Rupi wanted to endure was tedious questioning of her performance and results, especially when she could be using that time to get results and perform better. She listened attentively as Candice spoke, introducing herself and explaining her purpose, just as Rupi guessed. It wouldnt be her first time being evaluated and certainly not last. Not that she had anything fear, having one of the best performances in the whole Institution. Still, she disdained the whole process, preferring to use that time more productively. When Dr. Gregor was called up, praised for his awards, Rupi clapped with the rest of them, though her face was guarded and closed. Sadistic bastard she thought to herself with a small scowl. Name Rufio Arellano Location Amphitheater. Tag Open. At 756AM, Rufio Arellano burst into the Amphitheater with the liveliness of a stirred up bee hive. He threw open both doors in his entrance, letting them slam shut behind him as he casually strode into the chamber. His zippo lighter was in hand and he faintly smelled of the cigar he had smoked prior to showing up. He had barely been in the building for ten minutes when he saw the memo in his email. Meeting for 8AM? Great! Hopefully it lasted quite a bit, allowing him to waste up most of his day rather than dealing with the pitiful fucks they called patients in this place. Not that he minded, knowing some could be loads of fun while others were more lackluster. Still, given the week so far, it was a nice break and change of pace to enjoy. He himself sat in the second row and unlike Rupinder Vera who silently took her seat, Rufio had to pause to greet every doctor, who all returned his greeting with the same flare. Dr. Hodge! Good to see you. Ah, Dr. Carr, still kicking I see? Dr. Morgan, congratulations on your child! And so on, his handshakes loud as he smacked his hand into the other and shook it firmly. He was one of the few not wearing a lab coat as typical of his status as a doctor, instead wearing a white dress shirt tucked into his dark grey pants, with a black vest overtop. His hair was slicked back and tied in a bun as usual as he dropped heavily in his seat with a sigh, arms spread over the backrest of the one next to him. So anyone know what this is about? I got a patient waiting in Block B thats been hankering for me all night. He sneered, drawing a round of laughter. However, like the others, his question would soon be answered and his laughter and joking silenced when he saw just who entered the room. His face lost its cheerful look, instead going as serious and calm as those around him. His eyes followed Candice as she took the stage and introduced herself. Yearly evaluations . God damn it. Rufio however simply raised his chin in a haughty manner, not exactly fearful of it either. He had gotten through them before, like a football player dodging obstacles during practice. He would persevere. Like the others, he clapped when Dr. Gregor was called up. Now there is a fine man. I could learn a thing or two he pondered to himself with a half-smirk.