Thread: Hm...Bloody (Xnarrated/ P Y R E)

Ellie was elbows deep inside the chest cavity of a washed up surfer. It was unknown of the cause of death truly no one could declare the cause unless they had done this autopsy. She had been sure that he drowned, but upon further examination, pointed out to her by her instructor, that he had been strangled, his body thrown possibly over the pier. Fascinating. She had been so quick to jump to conclusions she hadnt even looked at the rest of the body, parts that were clearly in front of her, too! Sliding her arms out of the cavity she watched as the examiner pointed out the anatomy in grave detail. She herself pulled off her plastic gown so that she could take notes. Its very important to be observant, or risk declaring the wrong mode of death. Her trainer was an older man, late fifties, and a wealth of knowledge. She knew he had been through several students, but hoped she was by far the best. Anyone could feel some kind of pride in their chosen profession, but she was striving-- possibly harder than others before her. It was exhausting, so when she was sent on her ten-minute break she immediately agreed, taking up her notebook and her hand sanitizer in the process. She was dressed rather neatly today, simply because she couldnt wear most of her gothic attire here at her internship. There were simply too many things to sanitize at the end of the night, so she left her outfit simple. Underneath her lab coat she wore a simple gray chiffon blouse, with black pearl snaps. A black pencil skirt hugged her hips and her waist, and she had tucked the flowy blouse into the waistband her legs also held black panty hose and she wore black pumps as well. She looked as professional as one could be in her profession and in the heels she was much taller than she could attest to without them. As she made her way out of the observation room she pulled her hair up into a high ponytail letting black strands frame her makeupless face. As she approached the reception desk she noticed Nancy leaning over a few stacks of paper, talking to a rather attractive young man. Poor soul, it was always sad to see someone so young loose their family member. She gave Nancy a nod as she squinted at the boy who seemed to talk too big for his own good. Walking out side the morgue she turned left to a small shrouded sitting area under two massive willow trees. It was the most peaceful out of all the grieving areas the morgue had to offer. She usually sat here for her breaks, a little place away from the sadness and the chatter of co-workers and fellow interns. Meanwhile, Nancy looked up at TyShawn with narrowed eyes, she had clasped her worn and wrinkled hands together and listened to him closely. Ordinarily, Nancy was a kind woman, but today she had found out her husbands cholesterol had been too high, which caused a huge fight at home over their eating habits. Therefor, as he explained what he was looking for, she simply could have said Ellie was right behind him heading onto her break, but she waited till the young woman was out the door and out of site. Looking to the entryway door, Nancy eyed his choice of transportation and rolled her eyes. Well, honey, you just missed her. She just walked right out the doors. She said with a stern tone, before flicking through more papers a sign she was ending this conversation from here on out.