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Post by belle on Sept 8, 2010 14:36:53 GMT -5
Cheslav was another of the crew that Belle didn't know very well. She knew that he looked up to Ludwig and that he followed Elizabeta around whenever he could... and that was about it. She didn't even know his age. He certainly seemed like a nice young man, though. Belle smiled at him.
"I'm afraid I'm going to need to measure your height and weight before you get too carried away there, Cheslav. Why don't you just start with your shoes and step over here?" She opened his blank file on her electronic pad. "How old are you anyway, Cheslav?"
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Post by siberia on Sept 9, 2010 20:15:53 GMT -5
"Uhm, okay!" nods brightly as he hops down and pulls off his boots. "I'm nineteen, miss Belle! I'm really little." And he is - couldn't be much more than five feet tall, if he was at all. He hops up to take his height measured, straining to be able to see how tall he was without moving.
"I don't think I grew much. It's weird, 'cause everyone in my family was always really super tall! Maybe it's because I didn't eat my veggies?"
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Post by belle on Sept 11, 2010 14:52:09 GMT -5
Nineteen? Really? Belle had always assumed that he was a few years younger than that, and also wondered why the captain would have a child among his crew. But it made sense now. Despite his young personality, Cheslav was legally an adult.
"You're just a little under five feet," she confirmed, her brow furrowed with worry. "But you weigh normal for your size. I'm not so sure just not eating veggies would cause that..." She noted down his stats. "But we'll see if anything's going on here soon. Belle nodded towards the exam table. "Now you can finish what you started."
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Post by Vasch on Sept 17, 2010 13:26:20 GMT -5
Belle was always talking about having some sort of check up for the crew, but Vasch never believed that it would actually happen. He’d heard talk of dates and other such things in the past few weeks, but he always dismissed it, figuring that it’d fall apart at the last moment. Today, however, he was almost horrified to learn that yes, there would be a check up, yes it was happening today and yes, it was mandatory.
So this was why he was creeping down the hall and towards the infirmary. He wanted proof that check-ups were actually taking place. He could hear voices from behind the infirmary door and couldn’t help but frown. He’d hoped that what he’d heard at breakfast was just more talk, but it sounded like there were physicals being preformed, which bugged him immensely.
Vasch crossed his arms over his chest and huffed, quickly moving away from the infirmary. There was no doubt in his mind that he’d have to make himself scarce for the rest of the day and “forget” about the mandatory physicals. There was no way in hell that he was letting Belle poke and prod him. The recording of height and weight would be fine. He could handle that, but he wasn’t going to risk it. Needles could be involved. Vasch was terrified of needles, but he could even deal with that. What bothered him would be if Belle drew blood and ran tests on it to check for diseases. Vasch had his secrets, secrets that he wanted to keep hidden for as long as he possibly could. If Belle looked at his blood, there were quite a few things that would stand out was suspicious, such as the numerous amount of experimental STD drugs and vaccines that still ran through his system.
When he had worked at a brothel when he was younger, his boss spared no expense when it came to preventing STDs. His boss would by case upon case of these drugs and vaccines through the black market. There’d been rumors that millions of dollars had been spent to keep his employees clean, since usually anyone who joined his brothel stayed at his brothel for the rest of their lives. So, Vasch, like all the others, had been pumped full of these prevention drugs and vaccines. There had been a time that Vasch didn’t think the shots would ever stop. The vaccines were supposed to be given every 5 years, but his boss liked to administer them every six months, shot after shot after shot. Vasch was positive that he’d gotten over a dozen shots in one night once. Vasch would always get so sick afterwards, but Sophie and Katya would always nurse him back to health. With the concoction of drugs he was getting every six months, he was surprised that he was still alive.
This was the reason he hated needles. In his mind, needles meant horrible sickness would follow, or he’d have another drug pumped into him. So, he made up his mind that there would be no physical for him. There were plenty of places on the ship he could hide, so he was absolutely positive that by the time they finally found him, the physicals would all be over with and he’d be fine until the next check-up rolled around.
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Post by siberia on Oct 3, 2010 14:39:40 GMT -5
He hops back up onto the exam table happily, swinging his legs and smiling at Belle with the sweetest expression he could manage on his face.
"D-do I need to get a shot?" he said uncertainly, biting his lip. "I don't like shots. Once a nurse gave me a shot and it got a real big bruise around it."
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Post by belle on Oct 4, 2010 16:11:56 GMT -5
Not only was Cheslav short for his age, but he was rather innocent and... perhaps childish?... as well. But not in a bad way, so far as she could tell. She had been considering a blood test, but based on the build she was able to see without his shirt on, he had the musculature that, once again, was proportionate to his size. Just as well, considering that he was obviously one of those with a dislike for needles.
"No, no shots," she answered with a reassuring smile. "The captain hasn't discovered another illness for me to vaccinate you all for yet. In fact, I won't even need to do a blood test on you." True, blood tests nowadays were simple; just a prick on the finger. But for someone who was afraid enough of needles, well...
"Okay, Cheslav, let's have some deep breaths," she requested, pressing the drum of her stethoscope to his chest. After Elizabeta's shiver earlier, Belle had been keeping it tucked in her shirt so that it would be nice and warm.
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Post by siberia on Oct 4, 2010 16:28:03 GMT -5
He nods happily when told he won't need a shot, looking quite relieved. He bends forward just slightly so Miss Belle can easily put the stethoscope against his back and takes a deep breath. A light wheeze, not abnormal for someone raised on Siberia II. It didn't seem to bother him much, at least.
"Should Boris have a checkup too?" giggling lightly at the thought. "It'd be tricky, 'cause he can't talk!"
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Post by belle on Oct 4, 2010 21:06:46 GMT -5
Since Belle remembered where Cheslav was from, she paid little mind to the slight wheeze of his breathing, and his heartbeat was fine. She was getting the blood pressure equipment ready when Cheslav suggested a check-up for Boris. Belle laughed.
"Yes, I imagine that would be difficult," she agreed, attaching the little device to his finger-tip. "But if you're ever worried about him, I'll see what I can do, okay?" The tiny machine beeped and Belled looked at the reading.
"So far, so good," she assured him. "Now how about you lay on your back?"
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