Post by Dr. Gene Menelaus on Jul 8, 2010 2:18:18 GMT -5
HELLO MY NAME IS DR. GENE MENELAUS AND I AM TWENTY SIX YEARS OLD. I'M A HUMAN AND I'M AN ADULT AND I WAS BORN ON 12/09/1853 IN ENGLAND. MY NATIONALITY IS SWISS/BRITISH. PEOPLE SAY I LOOK LIKE PAUL BOCHE. THEY ALSO SAY THAT I AM FEARFUL, KIND, AND A LITTLE CRAZY. TO BE HONEST, I'M BEING PLAYED BY LOREN.
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Dr. Menelaus sidled half a step outside his bedroom door, just enough to peek a wide gray eye out into the hall. No children. So far, so good. He was far more rattled than usual after his few hours of broken sleep. He couldn't bear them, right now, not a single childish stare. The hall remained empty. Almost eerily so. After another half minute of indecision, the doctor bolted out across the floor. He clutched his gloved hands stiffly at his sides, almost in a death grip. How could he go on? His nights were haunted, his days were filled with fear of what could happen to him, if these children decided they could no longer use him.
Part of him wished they would decide that.
His head throbbed by the time he made it down the staircase. Just a few more steps and he'd reach his medical room. The small, worn down, safe haven of bottles and tinctures and peace. He fled across the front hall, almost tripping over the carpets. He'd barely reached the door when two boys rounded the corner at the far end of the hall.
With a gasp, he made a jump forward into the room and slammed the door behind him. He leaned heavily on it until he was sure the children weren't here to bother him.
Then he slid down like something boneless into a crouch, and put his head in his hands. He supposed this place was far worse before... but he felt just as trapped as ever.
Additional notes: Dr. Menelaus is a kindly, well meaning young man who nevertheless is prey to his fears and the authority of others. He's the 'good doctor,' and was allowed to live when most of the adults in the school were killed. Though he can seem gentle and harmlessly eccentric, he is more than a little insane beneath his nervously sweet demeanor. He has a severe phobia to touch and is prone to inflicting pain on himself. Aside from his own self harm, he can't stand seeing others hurt or killed, even the cruel adults. As with the children before, however, he is too timid to stop any of it from happening.
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