favoritetraitor: (surprise)
I think I've been robbed...

[Private to Lilith Sahl]
I've been informed that you have all my patients records now. Might I ask why you took them? Has my work been unsatisfactory?

[Private to the ARTEMIS Organization]
It seems as if someone saw fit to take all my notes and records concerning the Organization. Would anyone care to confess to this? There are other things missing... but these notes concern me the most.


[ooc: The Shugo Chara! Plot draws to a close... leaving behind a somewhat confused Chevalier. By the time of this post he's realized something is amiss, things at his apartment have been altered, possessions missing. (His last memory is of going to get paperwork at the hospital, and so he continued to go get it, not realizing that he's missing nearly a week of his life.) All of his patients and hospital records have by this time been handed over to Lilith. And sadly, any ARTEMIS work he'd had in his possession are missing (by his own hand). He'll have no memories of anything that he did or said during this time.]
favoritetraitor: (despair)
No point in wasting any more time on this.

I quit.

... effective immediately.

My day off has given me time to go over where my life is heading, and I realized that I can't in good conscience continue in my various jobs when my heart just isn't in it anymore. This affects my position at the hospital, as well as the research and operation in the ARTEMIS Organization that I was responsible for... I'm sure it won't take any time to find people to fill my positions...

Is there a doctor out there that would consider taking on the patients I've been seeing at the hospital as well as privately? I can supply you with their charts and whatever information you need...

Sorry.

[ooc: Still suffering the effects of the Shugo Chara attack, Solomon has lost interest in trying to make something of his life in the City. BACKDATING FRIENDLY~]

favoritetraitor: (Default)
[Accidental video]

[Solomon sits close to the monitor, apparent displeasure on his face as he tries to change the settings on the computer. He doesn't appear to be wearing anything on his upper body, the only part of him that is in view. He mutters darkly under his breath.]

Damn this infernal device! It's like it has a mind of it's own!

[He gives up trying to switch it to audio or text only, and resigned to his fate, addresses the camera.]

Miss Sahl... if you are receiving this. (May I simply call you Lilith? I feel that our association at the hospital has passed the point of such formalities.) Ah, anyway... I am needing to take a personal day and will be unable to make it in for my shift today. My apologies for any inconvenience that this will cause, but it would be for the best if I didn't show up under these circumstances.

And to my dear friend Dr. Disraeli, I'm afraid that for the very same reasons, I will be late tonight. Please expect me after midnight...


[ooc: The rather embarrassing Black Bars Prevent Mental Scars curse has taken hold. Cover your eyes! Or stare, he is QUITE lovely to look at...]

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