Posted Dec. 26, 2018, 10:31 a.m. by Lieutenant Junior Grade Roux Delarosa (Counselor) (Trin S)
Posted by Ensign Myrok (Scientist) in Open..In his quarters
Posted by Lieutenant Junior Grade Roux Delarosa (Counselor) in Open..In his quarters
Posted by Ensign Myrok (Scientist) in Open..In his quarters
He woke in a heavy sweat it had to be something he was not expecting. He looked around hoping it was a dream, but knew it was not. On wobbley legs he stood erect his blue shirt was haggled, but he knew he must go on. He looked at his console and thought ( I could send her a message) but thought against it. No more emotional outburst.Myrok knew what this was he alienated all. Tried to fight, did not work. Tried to fit in , did not work. This time he chose loneliness. He fell into his bed , face down....dreamed of better times.Myrok ensign scientist
Passing by his quarters, Delarosa recognized the length it had been since she had last spoken with the scientist. Figuring it was time to check up on him and see how he was doing, she paused and pressed her hand against the chime. Quietly, she waited for an answer, if he was even there.
Delarosa
CNSMyrok heard the chime and with a shocked movement rolled quickly off his bed unaware of his surroundings. When he somewhat shook the exhaustion away from himself,he realized he was in his quarters and someone was at his door. Not really being at all worried about how he looked he crawled to his desk and pressed the open door button on the console. He stood and quickly turned to witness the haggered individual in the mirror in front of him. He thought to himself ” I hope it’s the Klingon Doctor, she would certainly be in the mood to put me out of my misery.”
Ensign Myrok Scientist
Roux was no Klingon, and Myrok would find that out soon enough. The diminutive woman, whose stature sometimes had people questioning whether or not she was actually human. Stood behind the door, a PaDD placed beneath her arm. She had grown used to carrying the device around, during shift and after, in case of emergency. It was simply habit, by this point. Humming along to a Terran tune, Roux pushed a strand of tightly curled hair behind her ear, waiting for the young scientist to answer the door. Although, she wasn’t in a rush, she simply had no desire to stand there forever.
Delarosa
Counselor
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