hey guys, i thought you might be interested;; a lot of good prizes YEAH

[.Oru] OH NO!!! I'm so sad to see you go!! 8( I know we didn't talk super much, but I really enjoyed seeing you around!!

thank you !

[.Oru] I'm not great at writing SO ILL MAKE AN HA FOR U! C'X

(ty , u doll)

Ah thank you so much for this giveaway!

Oh I definitely want to try this. pinging myself.

.Oru - the site is not going to be the same without you. I know I know you more on a "seeing you around the forums" basis. but you always make me smile with your offbeat sense of humor and keen appreciation of the absurd. Thank you for running this contest--my little brain is all awhirl! (, if you haven't been pinged here yet, you might enjoy this one...)

Oh what a sad day. ;-; We don't know each other personally, but I will miss seeing your posts around for sure. Always a sad sight to see someone go. I wish you all the best in what you do from here on out.

G'Luck with your further endeavors (medical or otherwise)!

Check the first post.

Lovelies if you'd like to ping Dr.Oru, just use the microphone button/icon in the right hand corner of their post and that will work. Otherwise it's [ .Oru ]. Include the brackets but take out the spaces. c:

I love you. Your entry made my day. x)

So I'm supposed to dress my HA up as a doctor in order to enter? I'm a bit confused....

[.Oru] so sorry you are leaving... at least i think that is bad... not sure under the morbid circumstances... but hey my condolences nevertheless....

I am going to ping a few people and myself to this and hope to have time to make a proper application. IF i can get wardrobe to work in my favor yikes!
... ... You might have fun with this ... okies off I go until i can think of whom else to ping.

Tribute song as a going away present... https://youtu.be/notKtAgfwDA

My entry... hey by the way the pings not working for some reason so I hope you get this entry anyways. I dont know whats going on I will try again .Oru

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Name:Doctor S. C. Rewloose Gender: Male Occupation: Surgeon (more or less)

Don't mind me I was just previously with an experim.... ahem ... patient. It was a successful operation. We were paid right away. Oh you mean the surgery? well... it was umm... SQUIRREL! oh excuse me you were saying something? anyways. As I was saying... we do quite well in spite of occasional mishaps and grave consequences. Get it? Grave... Muahhahahahah.... ahem... That was a joke. Oh nevermind.
I would be perfect for the job. No really I would ... why are you laughing?

DOCTOR DOLLFACE

The woman shifted her weight in the tall backed chair of the manor lobby, yet her back remained straight, which gave an impression of a prim and proper lady. If it were not for the deep incisions and stitches that scarred her features, she might have passed for a governess. The long laboratory coat she wore belied that image as well, though, and spoke more of her true nature. The identification tag she wore clipped to the coat pocket was a bit faded, thus only the letters "D-O-L-I" of her last name were still legible. The rest of her apparel looked neat and well cared for, even if the lace and bows seemed a little out of place at a health clinic personnel interview.

She reached her hand forward towards the doctor, mindful of her nails. Though her handshake was gentle, it was firm and confident. "I am Doctor Anita Dolinski–" she paused, then smiled apologetically. "Although you know that from my resume. No one calls me by that name anymore, anyway."

"Oh?" he asked the prospective employee, analyzing her as a potential replacement with the same aloofness he had given the other applicants. "What brings you to the clinic, Anita?"

"A promise," she began enigmatically, her lips curling into a wry smile. As she did so, lipstick smudged against the stitches around her mouth. Anita self consciously touched an index finger gingerly to the thread ridges, as if she could feel eyes upon them. "You might wonder, if I am certified doctor, why have I not done something to heal my own appearance?"

Her interviewer shook his head and gestured for her to continue her monologue. It was up to her to convince him of her aptitude, so there was no real reason for him be speaking.

"Scars are memories. I keep these as a reminder that I am indebted. I was once a physician's assistant. After an unfortunate incident, I died. Yet I was brought back to a semblance of life by my employer, who then began to teach me the skills he had kept in secret, even from me, until that time. Contrary to the Code, he believed that not all life is worth saving. He saved me because he saw in me a potential to continue his rare art. It takes more effort than sewing up a stuffed animal, or posing taxidermy. One has to consider the state of the corpse, and know the body better than a surgeon or mortician combined. One has to believe in miracles."

"You are asking me to believe that you can bring the dead back to life," he drawled sardonically. Such a thing was really not out of place in this territory. The manor and graveyard were testament to that. However, he was not about to give her that information. What had she researched before applying? Did she know enough already to aptly fulfill the needs of this occupation?

Anita stared at him, one finely painted brow raising. "Dear Doctor. Your clinic has a certain... Reputation. The rumors I have heard about this place are what drew me here seeking an employment better suited for my skills. A clinic where I will be able to work without the distraction of lawsuits or social criteria. Your clients and employees are appreciative of privacy as much as I would be relieved to meet their various respective needs without someone screaming in horror over my medical techniques. It is not just that I want to find employment I am suited for. Your clinic's reputation will also bring me more clients, which will help me fulfill that promise I mentioned. The physician who saved me kept a piece of my body as a bargaining chip. My original heart. His promise to return my heart was under the condition that I in turn save one thousand other souls. Doctor, that number is a bit hard to achieve when one does not have her own base of patrons."

He nodded at her and said, "I see. You want to set up shop here for your noble endeavor by feeding off of our...reputation." If there was a sarcastic lilt to his comment, then it was difficult to pinpoint.

The interviewee did not reply immediately, but she looked determined. Her eyes stared with a quiet fierceness; one violet, one blue, divided by stitches across her face, like some kind of porcelain doll version of Frankenstein's Monster. Her hands were crossed in her lap, but they did not shake or fidget like so many were wont to doing at momentous moments.

"I would very much like to be your new Doctor," was all she said.

The doctor thoughtfully reviewed all that had been said. There were another few moments filled with only the swinging and ticking of a nearby grandfather clock, before the sound of a clipboard being set on a glass table between the two parties interrupted that ponderous silence.

"That will be all, Anita," he said. Again, he left off her title. Perhaps because here, in his domain, there was only room for one of his title at a time.

She rose, nodded her head low in deference, and swept out of the room in a graceful spin of skirt and white coat. At the doorway he attempted to halt her with one last minute question, remembered.

"What is it that they call you now?"

It seemed as if she was not going to answer. Her heel steps echoed down the main hall. Then her voice echoed back as well:

"Dollface."

.Oru I wish you all the best in what you are going to be doing in the future....I wish you luck.Who will gather body parts for the experiments now?Igor hasn't been used in many years...i wonder where he can be reached....??

.Oru sorry to see another person leave.It won't be the same here without you.Thank you for the ping.

Oh fancy meeting your here! :o Dollface is awesome. That part about the thread pulling at her skin was golden.

Hello, again! Thank you very much. n///n I'm glad you enjoyed her. I didn't expect to write a short story, but I like this character! I may even pull her into one of my roleplays. XD

You definitely should. She kind of reminds me of the movie American Mary. It has nothing to do with coming back from the dead but it's a horror movie about extreme modifications. You should check it out if you're into that sort of thing. c: