Six hours and two renders later ans she was still no closer to an answer. Her back ached from sitting for so long and her head was beginning to pound. Disgusted, she shut down the computers. A back bend helped to unwind some of the knots in her back, and a few head rolls dulled the pound in her head.
It was going to be a long day tomorrow and she was in no mood for the night to follow it, but life kept moving wether she wanted to be on the ride or not. Ginnie yawned mightily as she removed her lab coat. Retrieving purse, jacket and shoes, she made her way to her car and then home to Alec's arms.
((Ginnie out, lock up)
Just Another Damned Day at the Office.
Thhpppt. Thud. Splatter.
"Fuck!"
Thhpppt. Thud. Splatter.
"Fuck"
The sound of metal gently scraping metal, a soft click, another soft click. Thhpppt. Thud. Splatter.
"God damn, son of a bitch! What the hell is wrong with this thing? It's not like it is perfectly sound or anything. God damn it!"
Ginnie slammed the gun on a moble tray causing everything else on it to jump and threaten to fall. The metalic crash resounded around the room as she pulled purple latex gloves from her hands, and threw them on the floor. Removing ear and eye guards, she stalked across the testing room to the unconscious newbie vampire strapped to her exam table.
The little blonde was held vertically by the bed and was now slowly healing three bullet wounds.One to each leg and one in the belly. Each would dripped of blood and had splattered the metal wall behind the bed. Ginnie ran her finger through the blood.
"Fuck."
A lab assistant was busy catalogueing the results of the test, including removing the one bullet that didn't through-and-through. All three of those bullets should have stayed in the body and none of them should have left a bleeding wound.
She'd finally gotten the self-cauterizing bullets engineeringly sound and then built four small batches of 20 each, and fired two of those rounds into dummies filled with fake movie blood with good results, so she just couldn't figure out why the hell they weren't working in real live flesh.
She absently licked the cooling blood from her finger and swore under her breath again.
"Well it looks like I have to try again. Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Ginnie took herself into the little changing room off the testing room and removed her bloodied scrubs, this time with blue with little green frogs all over, and replaced them with a short pleated plaid skirt and white oxford shirt with only two buttons over a black bra and panties set. She'd had a meeting with a Rat she'd had to kill and hadn't bothered to change before coming to work.
Pulling a lab coat over the little outfit, Ginnie moved out into the lab proper and sat down at her engineering computer to try and figure out where she went wrong.
((Feel free to interupt her pathetic brooding. 
))
Ginnie
17 years ago