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inneedofacase:

     Well, one of them fell into my tea, that one is still intact. Another is burnt entirely. Three are sliced into two or three pieces, and the final one is somewhere in the kitchen. 

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..Y..What? How did you even manage to burn an eyeball? Further more how did you lose one?

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inneedofacase:

       Yes, you did. And if you’re here to take them back, that’s not going to be possible.

...What...What did you do with them, may I ask? Are they still whole?

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Don’t you fucking judge me.

BEST WITH HEADPHONES

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inneedofacase:

       The last time I checked, you worked in the morgue, not my flat.

Ah, sorry. Lemme rephrase that--

I'm here for work. I let you take some eye balls last time you were at the morgue, right?

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Representative immunohistochemistry images using a monoclonal FXR antibody on tissues from:

a normal esophagus (3A),

Barrett’s esophagus (3B),

Barrett’s esophagus and dysplasia (3C)

and esophageal adenocarcinoma (3D).

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I didn’t take my shirt off in the beginning of this interview, I just changed into this cardigan. (x)

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Well...I work here, you know.

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        "I don't suppose one of you'd like to help me split cadavers, would you?" He held up his hands, latex covering his skin, and a scalpel in his grasp. Myles was mostly joking. He wouldn't let someone unlearned in the skills to actually use his tools. But--...this was rather tiresome.

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Myles tipped his head to the side slightly, fingers wringing together as a harsh swallow forced itself down his throat. This was clearly not the pet store. Not at all. There must have been a wrong turn in his journey to get Toby the proper food he needed. The small pathologist looked to the other man with curiosity, his lips clamped together--serving as a nervous tick for when he had any form of anxiety.

He shrugged his shoulders inside of his coat, biting the inside of one cheek for a brief moment before answering, shifting weight from one foot to the other. "And what if I'd prefer to sit down and enjoy a cup myself?"

   { The World’s second w o r s t crime is boredom—

                    —well, the first is being a bore. }

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How unfortunately. The person who came into his sight was not exactly the one he expected to arrive soon. The supposed dead criminal could not help himself but to scrunch his nose slightly as he tilted his head to the side.

"Apologize, darling, I’d have welcomed you with a cup of tea but I suppose neither your nor me knew that we would meet here. To increase your unfortunate, you’re not even the one who I am looking forward to see," he drawled, the corner of his lips curling into a sly grin.

"You are free to leave if you’d prefer to."

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Walker toyed with a sheet over one of the morgue's cadavers. "Well, it could have been worse," he muttered to the body.

Myles held a clip board to his chest as he walked down one of the halls of the hospital, hand combing through his hair in slight exasperation. Another one of the hospital staff had died. This one, too, was of old age. Wasn't very nice. 

He stepped into the morgue with his head bowed before it snapped upwards to look at the other curiously. "Uhm..May I help you, sir?"

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WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

Last time I checked, all of my memories were human. At least I hope so.

--But...lets see. I suppose, I think of me and my dad.. I must've been three, or so? I fell into the little duck pond at the park. Nearly drowned myself. Only reason I am still here is because dad lifted me up by my ankle and got me out. I had tripped right over a rock and fallen face first into the water.

Oh, yes. I was just as graceful as I was then as I am now.

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~Myles Jacob Hooper/ 31 years old / Andrew Garfield~

Background Info:

Myles spends his days slicing up human cadavers. There’s no nicer way of putting it.

First off,  there’s Sherlock Holmes. Myles likes Sherlock, especially when he notices he’s changed his appearance. Myles tends to let Sherlock take advantage of him. He has developed, what he thinks, is a 'school boy-ish' crush on the detective. Myles was also very close to his father, who he states reminds him of Sherlock in the way that he only looks sad when John isn’t looking. Myles has no other relatives as his mother left when he was young and he has no siblings.

Myles suffers from anxiety and reacts in ways that help him quell his issues. For example, he pulls on his hair, refuses to eat on occasion, or forces himself into solitude to help manage himself. Myles is very timid in nature upon first meeting, but he is very friendly to whoever he meets. Because of these traits, it is easy for him to be taken advantage of. This does not mark down his intellect though. Myles graduated from university with top marks and kept a grade point average of 4.0 all through his student career. 

Occupation: Pathologist at St. Bartholomew's Hospital

Sexuality: Undetermined at this moment

Personality Traits:

Trusting

Naive

Kind

Nervous

Book-Smart

Doting

Gullible

Patient

Appearance:

5'10"

Scruffy, brown hair

Brown eyes

Clothing

Is usually seen in jeans--or whatever he deems most comfortable for work reasons

Current Living Conditions: Myles currently lives by himself, in a flat that is close to the Hospital. His only roommate is his cat, Toby. 

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Due to Myle’s anxiety, one of his easiest ways of calming himself down is to lay in the tub. Not filled up with water, not taking a bath. Just curled up in the tub with a big sweater on. He finds the cool feel of porcelain and the cradling feeling tubs make to be soothing when he is having an attack or is under a lot of stress. 

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Myles suffers from manic depressive disorder. Because of this, his moods will be in the extremes most days. They will vary on the spectrum, but the moods will be in full force.

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