Anita walks inside the disinfection area, which merits much comment. A nurse called Ben lives inside the disinfection area.
He was tall and slender without looking weak.
I also dislike how she uses ‘weak’. It’s something a villain would say.
Ben tries to make Anita wear scrubs. She does not understand the concept.
“Why do I need the scrubs?”
“To guard against infection.”
I didn’t argue with him. My expertise was more in the line of taking lives, not preserving them.
Anita, you should understand the concept of not contaminating an area. It is what you are supposed to do.
They are KOMICALLY large on Anita and Ben says that ‘we weren’t expecting them to send us a policeman so… petite’. For a start, it’s policewoman or police officer. Secondly, Anita is five three. She is not tiny. Lady Gaga is five one. Kristin Chenoworth is four eleven.
Anita has to go through the rigmarole of ‘oh, but I’m not a cop’ ‘but you’ve got a gun’ ‘oh i’m a vampire executioner’. Whatever. And then Ben makes a big deal about Anita putting on a pair of surgical gloves because Ben is an idiot.
“You’ve put on gloves before.” It wasn’t a question.
“I wear them at crime scenes and when I don’t want blood under my fingernails.”
Yeah, right, Anita. You never wear gloves if you can help it. And what’s the big deal about surgical gloves? I’ve worn surgical gloves before, and I sure as hell have never been to any crime scenes.
Ben is a burns specialist, brought in to deal with the victims who have a lot of open wounds, because open wounds and healing burns are 100% the same thing. I know that there are certain similarities, but surely there are nurses who specialise in treating open wounds? Anita notices that everyone seems upset, which is a very stupid thing to say about people trying to ensure that a group of people don’t die.
The room beyond was white and antiseptic looking, a very hospital of a hospital room.
Why are you an author.
The ward has six beds. On each of them is a patient, with sheets held above them so that they don’t touch. Anita looks down at one of the bodies and the person has been skinned. Anita feels sick, because that is the only way she ever reacts to any victim or crime scene. Doctor Evans comes over and asks her if she’s okay. She then condescendingly explains that clues can be found on the bodies of victims.
Anita then stares down at the body of the victim nearest to wonder if they are male or female.
When the sheet rolled back over the groin, I swayed, just a little. It wasn’t a man. The groin area was smooth and raw. I glanced back at the chest. The bone structure looked male. I shook my head. “Is this a man or a woman?”
Not only is this incredibly invasive – why do you need to stare at this person’s groin? – but this is also a bit rude. Gender is not determined by genitalia, Anita.
The patients are all tied down because they keep trying to get up and out. Anita can’t think of a word to describe a serial torturer, and can’t understand why she was brought in. Surely a human might have done this!
Anita, if they thought a human did it, they wouldn’t have brought you in.
Doctor Evans explains that there are no blade marks on the tissues of the victims. He says it’s almost as if their flesh was dissolved away. He then explains he’s a forensic pathologist, which Anita finds confusing because these victims aren’t dead. No, but there are dead victims, and he’s trying to learn all he can about what happened by studying those who have survived. Those who died had been pulled apart at the joints. Anita thinks that these acts were committed by two people, and refuses to call them ‘killers’. Even though people are dead. She then theorises that it may involve a person with multiple personalities, rather than just acknowledge that some people survive things that others don’t. Or that the perpetrator just might not kill all the time. Either way, Anita blathers on as if she is some sort of expert. Which she isn’t. And has no business in claiming to be so.
Doctor Evans points out that the FBI agent working the case said exactly the same thing. He’s a brave man, calling out the Blake-Hulk. Anita shits all over the work of the FBI and the police by saying that they’re encouraged to commit to ideas and never explore other ideas because they’re taught to be stupid. As opposed to Anita.
Doctor Evans is in awe of her not thinking simply, so she gets another great masturbatory speech about how she’s so amazing and thinks outside the box and how she’s her own boss because her boss is never allowed to criticise her as she’d just walk out of the firm and into another animating job like that.
I can’t imagine any other animating company would want Anita on their books. She comes with a great big cloud of crazy.
Doctor Evans faps about how Anita is Christian, and then she’s all ‘i’m here to stop this all from happening and i have to concentrate on solving the crime’ which is not what her job here is. She’s here as an expert, but it is not her job to solve this case. That is the police and the FBI’s job.
Anita goes around and stares at the other victims until she feels so sick she rushes from the room.
I wish Loki could come on down and smack Anita.
(If you write me crack where Loki stops Anita, and then we run off into the distance, you will be amazing forever)
(pps, there may be big changes coming to the blog soon. I got ten thousand hits last month. Ten thousand. I’m probably going to be seeing if I can make this into a proper website, and I might see if I can get some advertising. Nothing would change to the site, but it might look better. This is all up in the air at the moment, but you know, it would be nice to make the place look a bit fancier!)