Friday, April 6, 2007

WARNING! UPDATING IN PROGRESS...
hiya folks. Its Good Friday! and you know what that means? It means the other 51 Fridays of the year are BAD!

jusst kidding. friday is always a good thing, i guess.

but today IS Good Friday, which means its easter on Sunday! CHOCOLATE EGGS! W00T!! oh, and Jesus dying to save our sins, and the ressurection. yah.

man, its been a messed up week. Sunday went well, the Carvery we went to for the big ole celebration of anniversary/birthday/new jobs was a pretty neat place, if a little packed. ^^; but the food was good...you queue up for some meat, and then you can have as much extra stuff like Yorkshire Pudding, veg (yuck) and gravy as you like. i also had Chocolate Fudge cake for desert, though i very nearly didnt finish it. Yorkshire pudding sure fills you up. ^^;


This week at work has been pretty...weird...or annoying...uhm...lets just say both.
basically the big hoo-har of this week is the change in rules about what kind of extra food we're allowed to give out, and stuff that we're not. Like Yakult, for example. initially we were allowed to give it out. Then we were told this week that we're not allowed to give it out anymore. then we were told we can, but only if its for medicinal purposes. Then we were told we cant unless its got some dudes approval and authorisation on the job sheet.
this has been occuring with several other items too, and whilst i dont wanna go into details, mainly cuz its very boring and complicated, especially as most of you wont have a clue what im on about, what it all comes down to is this:

The higher ups are screwing around with us bottom feeders, and its the patients that are gonna be affected by it. its frustrating and annoying, but there's nothing i can do about it other to shrug my shoulders and do what i m told. Of course, us bottom feeders are the ones who's gonna get all the flak and abuse from the wards because of this, but the higher ups dont give a toss as long as they're turning in a profit.


we also got given these stickers which we had to put on the back of our ID cards. this is what it says:

"the Bromley Care guarantee staff communication Code

1: dont walk by
2: Project a Positive Image
3: Explain whats going on"

which tells me nothing. dont walk by what? what IS going on? the only one i get is number 2, and thats pretty hard to do when the whole hospital is against you...

but enough work related crap.

im on the tail end of my cold now. im still occasioanlly choking on my own body fluid, but im getting to the point now where its almost a constant stream running from my nose...fun...

I gotta sort out all my Camp America stuff over the next week. I got to get my Doctor to fill out a form (talk about getting blood from a stone...) and i also gotta arrange my interview at the US Embassy in London for a J-1 Work Visa. this is gonna be a real pain in the ass to sort out. i'll keep you folks posted on how its going...


not that this really matters or nothing, but yesterday there was this most amazing sunset. i really couldnt describe it in words, but i was just about to go home from work, and ended up standing like a complete ninny for like 5 minutes just looking at the sunset...it was that AWESOME. and i mean awesome in the most literal honest sense of the word.


okies, thats it from me for today news wise.

and now i give you (and Raina shouts YAY ^^) the final part of my VIRTUE data files.


VIRTUE: FAITH

FILE 2: DARKE

EXTRACTED FROM THE BACKUP FILES FROM LUNA’S MEMORY MODULE.

Darke is commander of our team, VIRTUE: FAITH. Considering his enigmatic nature and opaque past, not to mention the unfathomable workings of VIRTUE itself, I am unsure how he attained this position, but the fact of the matter is that he is very good at his job.
I am confident that his name is an alias, but investigations have yet to find his true identity or background. He says he calls himself Darke (pronounced like the word DARK, the E being silent, like in the surname Clarke) as that is all that he can remember of his past…darkness. When I enquired to the presence of the E at the end of his name, he said it was because he thought it looked cool.
Darke is an expert tactician and strategist, often leading the team operations from the front, and never willing to make other do anything he wouldn’t do himself. He also has decent piloting skills and is adept at using computers too. However, it is in combat where he excels.
Darke specialises in melee combat, both unarmed and with weapons. His weapon of choice is an exotic looking staff type weapon. Its composition is unknown, but it appears to be made of a material unlike anything else on the planet. It is about 6 foot long and has a helix like shape, resulting in a twin pronged blade that makes up quarter of the length. The blades can dissect and penetrate almost any material with little trouble. The staff can actually vary in length, the maximum length I’ve seen it is ten foot long, but it becomes unwieldy at that length. The strangest aspect of the staff is how it is stowed. It somehow wraps itself around Darke’s arm, and when deployed, it extends from his arm like a miniature vortex of liquid metal until it forms the staff. I take this to mean that Darke has some kind of mental control over the staff, that the metal responds to his will, but Darke is vague with the details. He claims that the weapon has always been in his possession and that he just “knows” how to use it. Whatever the case may be, Darke is a master in its use.
He is also an excellent marksman, with a special emphasis on pistols, but will happily use other types of gun as well.
Darke is quite introverted, and often keeps himself to himself. That said, he is good friends with Tessa (Commander VIRTUE: HOPE) and does get on fairly well with everyone he works with.
Darke is tattooed with the letters VII across his back. I assume these are roman numerals depicting the number 7. Why he has this tattoo is unknown to all, even to Darke himself. He claims it is from a unit he used to serve in, but no unit on file, disbanded or operational, has ever tattooed its members like that.
Darke had served in the military for several years before standing down from active duty. He has never said why he decided to leave the military, but evidence points to an incident in the Malaysian jungle about 5 months prior to his exit. Details on this event are heavily classified, and I am unable to provide further info at this time.
It was whilst serving in the military that he met Tessa and where they struck up a friendship, often working in two-person teams. It is because of this synergy that allows FAITH and HOPE to operate together with maximum effectiveness, and our mission success rate has doubled in the subsequent two months of our first meeting.
The other person who is close to Darke is his twin sister, Kayleigh, who is also FAITH’S 2.I.C. They live separate, and all talk between them is often limited to operational needs, but their body language and other subtle nuances indicate that they are really close to each other emotionally. It is not surprising, seeing as Kayleigh’s background is identical to Darke’s, that is to say that they both have no recollection of their lives up until a certain day about 10 years ago, when they both found themselves alone in the middle of the ocean. They were rescued by a passing military vessel, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Darke is a strong leader, and one we all can trust. He devotes 110% of his life to VIRTUE, and is rarely seen off duty. His biggest weakness is his failure to remember his past, and it haunts him badly, unlike Kayleigh, who manages to not let her hazy background bother her. Most of the time Darke shuts out his misgivings and ignores them, and puts up a cold, strong façade. However, when with Tessa and Kayleigh, who are the two most prominent people in his life that he can recall, he opens up a little bit, and we can see the true Darke, someone who is kind and sensitive to others, but desperately scared of who or what he was before he lost his memory.
Despite these misgivings, Darke is a rock to which FAITH is anchored, and it is him we have to thank for being as successful as we are. He has earned my complete respect and trust time and time again and I would follow him to hell and back if he asked me to. FAITH is him. He is FAITH.

END FILE.



and thats them all finished. now i gotta work on the illustrations. i also got a couple of other pictures i wanna do, just gotta find the time to do them (and the will to keep off my computer for hours on end. ^^;;;;)


well, thats it from me. i might update on sunday, or i might just leave it till next week. we'll see how it goes.


till next time!

"I tried sniffing coke once, but the ice cubes kept getting stuck up my nose..."

toodles!
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