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STATUS: When none of your partners are online and you have to do some adulting instead. 6 yrs ago
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When none of your partners are online and you have to do some adulting instead.
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When your four month old decides its playtime at 4am. Zombie.
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Yawn..
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7 yrs ago
Hi all! I'll catch up with everyone on Thursday, work is a little crazy this week..
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You know that it's a bad day when you have an allergic reaction to a jam doughtnut #mybodyhatesme #nomoredoughnuts
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Emily listened somewhat attentively, but it was sorta' hard for her to ignore the eleventy billion alarm bells that were currently going off in her mind. Ligament damage, continued to play...weights. There were just so many things that she could pick apart in that statement, but instead she consoled herself with flaring out her nostrils. Sometimes you just had to accept that there were some really crappy medical teams in NHL. When Greg piped up, Meg physically jumped, she'd been so absorbed in her own thoughts that she'd forgotten all about winger. With a blink, she gathered her senses and let out a low whistle.
"Weights? What did they think that weights would do?" But before Jared could reply, the blonde held up her hand, "Actually, don't answer that." With a small sigh, she patted the couch. "I might look at it before I read the report. They're usually crap nine times out of ten anyhow.." And that certainly wasn't a lie. In her relatively short time in the Hockey world, she'd read so many inaccurate reports that she never really trusted them anymore.
"The fibula is a real ball-ache to break. Even more so to fix it. Did they give you a support cuff after the cast? Doubtful if they let you go and screw up your ligaments..."
Emily perked an eyebrow as she pulled open her draw and started to route around. Greg smirked and motioned to the Physio with a nod of the head, "This is why not many women work in hockey. They're way scarier than the male ones." With that, Em let out a light hearted chuckle as she shook her head, "Yeah, I'm real scary." That statement was closely followed by an eyebrow waggle. "So, you can either roll up your pant leg, or take them off. Makes no difference to me."
"She says that to everyone."
"You'll also learn that Greg is the most predictable member of the team, but at least he amuses himself." And with a smirk, she twirled a cuff around her hand. "Let's see the damage."
"Weights? What did they think that weights would do?" But before Jared could reply, the blonde held up her hand, "Actually, don't answer that." With a small sigh, she patted the couch. "I might look at it before I read the report. They're usually crap nine times out of ten anyhow.." And that certainly wasn't a lie. In her relatively short time in the Hockey world, she'd read so many inaccurate reports that she never really trusted them anymore.
"The fibula is a real ball-ache to break. Even more so to fix it. Did they give you a support cuff after the cast? Doubtful if they let you go and screw up your ligaments..."
Emily perked an eyebrow as she pulled open her draw and started to route around. Greg smirked and motioned to the Physio with a nod of the head, "This is why not many women work in hockey. They're way scarier than the male ones." With that, Em let out a light hearted chuckle as she shook her head, "Yeah, I'm real scary." That statement was closely followed by an eyebrow waggle. "So, you can either roll up your pant leg, or take them off. Makes no difference to me."
"She says that to everyone."
"You'll also learn that Greg is the most predictable member of the team, but at least he amuses himself." And with a smirk, she twirled a cuff around her hand. "Let's see the damage."
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"Special project?"
Emily perked an eyebrow as she rounded the corner. The treatment room annoyed the young physio beyond all reason - the design of it meant that you couldn't see the doorway from the treatment couches, so you constantly had to get up and take a look. That said, it wasn't that she was lazy of course, but she had found a way around it by scooting about on her swivel chair, much to Brett's annoyance, but that was a whole other story.
"Do I need another project?" The scepticism and her southern English accent was all rather evident as she finally emerged into view. The blonde looked between Bob and Jared. "Well he can walk, I guess that's a bonus, right?" And with a small smirk, she started to subconsciously fiddle with the zipper on the pocket of her leggings. It was starting to feel like every time Bob appeared, he'd signed on another injured player. To be honest, it felt a little like he had absolutely no idea what went in to any of this. Like she had some sorta' magic wand and it all went away. Still, she wasn't one to complain. Instead she just smiled sweetly and kept her thoughts to herself. For now at least.
"So what's broken?"
At this point, her attention finally flicked to Jared, "If it's your knee, I'm sending you back." And with those a words, a warning glance was quickly sent in Bob's direction - who merely held up his hands in surrender. You didn't upset the team therapist. "No!" He exclaimed in his own defence, "I can honestly say that it absolutely is not his knee." Well, that was good news, good enough to make Em loosen up just a little. "Should I have some kinda' report?" She asked as she wandered her way over to the laptop, "Because I don't think I have one yet." That was when the door swung open and knocked obnoxiously against the wall, causing the blonde to flinch. Hockey players had no respect for doorframes. In limped Greg, notably looking rather sorry for himself. Emily eyed him suspiciously, and pointed to the furthest couch with her pen. "Wait over there." She knew exactly what he'd done, practiced. Damn coach was determined to kill off all of the players. Greg was a left winger, and pretty good by all accounts. Still, the rather bulky New Yorker didn't utter a word as he shuffled towards the couch. He knew it was going to be painful session. If he was lucky, he'd get Brett.
"So, are we starting now, or is this just some sort of tour?" Her head cocked to side as she twirled a random piece of hair around her finger and pushed it into her ponytail. Most teams would wait for a therapists assessment before they signed a player on, unfortunately not this one.
"What position are you?"
Emily perked an eyebrow as she rounded the corner. The treatment room annoyed the young physio beyond all reason - the design of it meant that you couldn't see the doorway from the treatment couches, so you constantly had to get up and take a look. That said, it wasn't that she was lazy of course, but she had found a way around it by scooting about on her swivel chair, much to Brett's annoyance, but that was a whole other story.
"Do I need another project?" The scepticism and her southern English accent was all rather evident as she finally emerged into view. The blonde looked between Bob and Jared. "Well he can walk, I guess that's a bonus, right?" And with a small smirk, she started to subconsciously fiddle with the zipper on the pocket of her leggings. It was starting to feel like every time Bob appeared, he'd signed on another injured player. To be honest, it felt a little like he had absolutely no idea what went in to any of this. Like she had some sorta' magic wand and it all went away. Still, she wasn't one to complain. Instead she just smiled sweetly and kept her thoughts to herself. For now at least.
"So what's broken?"
At this point, her attention finally flicked to Jared, "If it's your knee, I'm sending you back." And with those a words, a warning glance was quickly sent in Bob's direction - who merely held up his hands in surrender. You didn't upset the team therapist. "No!" He exclaimed in his own defence, "I can honestly say that it absolutely is not his knee." Well, that was good news, good enough to make Em loosen up just a little. "Should I have some kinda' report?" She asked as she wandered her way over to the laptop, "Because I don't think I have one yet." That was when the door swung open and knocked obnoxiously against the wall, causing the blonde to flinch. Hockey players had no respect for doorframes. In limped Greg, notably looking rather sorry for himself. Emily eyed him suspiciously, and pointed to the furthest couch with her pen. "Wait over there." She knew exactly what he'd done, practiced. Damn coach was determined to kill off all of the players. Greg was a left winger, and pretty good by all accounts. Still, the rather bulky New Yorker didn't utter a word as he shuffled towards the couch. He knew it was going to be painful session. If he was lucky, he'd get Brett.
"So, are we starting now, or is this just some sort of tour?" Her head cocked to side as she twirled a random piece of hair around her finger and pushed it into her ponytail. Most teams would wait for a therapists assessment before they signed a player on, unfortunately not this one.
"What position are you?"
Working as a Rehab therapist for an Ice Hockey team sounded as though it'd be pretty glamorous. Life on tour, big bucks - or at least that's what the majority of Emily's friends thought. To be honest, it was pretty much the polar opposite of glamorous. It was busy, no chaotic would be a far more adequate way of describing her work life. Especially at the moment. A shake up was an understatement. Still, it went without saying that she loved her work - as random as it was sometimes. It was a million light-years away from where she'd seen herself as a student Physio, but she couldn't be happier that she'd made that jump. Who wants to work in a hospital anyway, right?
"Brett? Brett!!"
Emily didn't work alone in the Physio department, her sidekick was the multitalented Brett. He was a Sports Therapist which in practice was some weird chiropractor - trainer feel the burn hybrid, but the pair had a pleasing dynamic. Well, when she could actually find him. With a small yawn she slumped down into her chair, and after an obligatory three sixty spin, she clicked her screen into life. Unfortunately, there were quite a few guy's on the injury roster. Everything from compression fractures to burst knee ligaments. Ice hockey was brutal, and it certainly wasn't pretty.
"I'm here, I was just looking for these!" Came a disembodied voice from the treatment room, which was closely followed by the appearance of Brett. A tall, dark haired male with a rather smug looking grin and a knee brace balanced on each arm. That in itself caused an eyebrow to perk in his female counterpart. "Why have you go those?" A slight hint of panic was evident in her voice, "Please don't tell me that we have another knee injury. I'll literally cry." And with a dramatic shake of the head, she pulled her hood up and stuck her fingers in her ears - unwilling to accept anymore bad news.
A smirk crossed Brett's crooked features as he shook his head in amusement, "Fear not, I'm ditching these two, I've ordered some of the new model. These are heading for the trash." And with that said, he unceremoniously dumped them behind his shoulder with a satisfyingly loud clatter. Emily breathed a sigh of relief and released her fingers from her ears.
"I literally can't handle another knee injury."
"Tell me about it." Brett concluded as he took the seat opposite, "Everyone's on the up, let's just cling to that."
"Right, let's do that." The sarcasm was evident in the female's tone as she rolled her dark green eyes and scooped her light blonde hair up into a messy top knot. With her petite height and build, you wouldn't necessarily associate her with such a brutal sport on appearance, but of course that would be misleading. She had attitude, and had generally been accepted as one of the guys by the team. Not to mention her reputation of being pretty brutal with rehab regimes.
"Who have we got today?" Brett asked casually as he started searching for something in his drawer. Em chewed her pen and stood up as she slipped off her black hoody and straightened out her team t-shirt, "Greg - hopefully his brace can come off today. Oh and I got some garbled message about a new guy. We'll play that by ear." And with a smirk, she added, "And anyone else that gets beaten up in practice."
"Just one more thing.." Brett piped up as he glanced up from his frantic searching, "They're hideous. You've surpassed yourself." The brunette pointed to Ems workout leggings, she was well known for her collection of rather garish workout apparel. "I love them." She purred amusingly, "Who doesn't love teeny tiny stars?"
"They're making me feel hungover. You look pixelated."
"Your hangover is making you feel hungover jackass, don't go blaming my outfit."
And with a dorky salute, Emily disappeared out the back to get ready for the onslaught. It certainly wasn't glamourous, but she wouldn't want it any other way.
"Brett? Brett!!"
Emily didn't work alone in the Physio department, her sidekick was the multitalented Brett. He was a Sports Therapist which in practice was some weird chiropractor - trainer feel the burn hybrid, but the pair had a pleasing dynamic. Well, when she could actually find him. With a small yawn she slumped down into her chair, and after an obligatory three sixty spin, she clicked her screen into life. Unfortunately, there were quite a few guy's on the injury roster. Everything from compression fractures to burst knee ligaments. Ice hockey was brutal, and it certainly wasn't pretty.
"I'm here, I was just looking for these!" Came a disembodied voice from the treatment room, which was closely followed by the appearance of Brett. A tall, dark haired male with a rather smug looking grin and a knee brace balanced on each arm. That in itself caused an eyebrow to perk in his female counterpart. "Why have you go those?" A slight hint of panic was evident in her voice, "Please don't tell me that we have another knee injury. I'll literally cry." And with a dramatic shake of the head, she pulled her hood up and stuck her fingers in her ears - unwilling to accept anymore bad news.
A smirk crossed Brett's crooked features as he shook his head in amusement, "Fear not, I'm ditching these two, I've ordered some of the new model. These are heading for the trash." And with that said, he unceremoniously dumped them behind his shoulder with a satisfyingly loud clatter. Emily breathed a sigh of relief and released her fingers from her ears.
"I literally can't handle another knee injury."
"Tell me about it." Brett concluded as he took the seat opposite, "Everyone's on the up, let's just cling to that."
"Right, let's do that." The sarcasm was evident in the female's tone as she rolled her dark green eyes and scooped her light blonde hair up into a messy top knot. With her petite height and build, you wouldn't necessarily associate her with such a brutal sport on appearance, but of course that would be misleading. She had attitude, and had generally been accepted as one of the guys by the team. Not to mention her reputation of being pretty brutal with rehab regimes.
"Who have we got today?" Brett asked casually as he started searching for something in his drawer. Em chewed her pen and stood up as she slipped off her black hoody and straightened out her team t-shirt, "Greg - hopefully his brace can come off today. Oh and I got some garbled message about a new guy. We'll play that by ear." And with a smirk, she added, "And anyone else that gets beaten up in practice."
"Just one more thing.." Brett piped up as he glanced up from his frantic searching, "They're hideous. You've surpassed yourself." The brunette pointed to Ems workout leggings, she was well known for her collection of rather garish workout apparel. "I love them." She purred amusingly, "Who doesn't love teeny tiny stars?"
"They're making me feel hungover. You look pixelated."
"Your hangover is making you feel hungover jackass, don't go blaming my outfit."
And with a dorky salute, Emily disappeared out the back to get ready for the onslaught. It certainly wasn't glamourous, but she wouldn't want it any other way.
Great post, I'll get mine up this afternoon.
Hi there!
So, I've been watching 'All or Nothing' on Amazon. It's a series that follows the Arizona Cardinals for an entire season - showing their ups and their downs and giving you a real insight into their world. I love it probably more then is healthy. It's inspired me to seek out a RP that sorta' reflects the programme. I'm thinking that we'd follow a football player and a member of the coaching team - be that medical, physio - or even PR. We'll be tracking their relationship as it grows. That's the idea in a nutshell, but let me elaborate a little more!
I'm an advanced level writer and I'm looking for character detail and story progression. There will be romance, but this will be a long-term roleplay with no magical fairy that makes everything happen in two posts. There are so many different ways that we could take this, and so many themes that we could dip our toes in. It's really quite exciting - but do be aware that there will be adult themes. That said, I will not be a part of anything abusive.
Now, I'm not going to lie - I will be playing the female in this pairing and I'm afraid that I will be sticking to that. That said, my female characters are determined and have a personality, no Mary Sue's here! I'd expect your character to have a strong personality too - it's way more interesting that way! I can post a couple of times a day, perhaps more at the weekend. It'd be fabulous if you could too. I love chatting and collaborating, and it's probably worth mentioning that I'm alarmingly laid back.
I'm positive that I've missed something out, but we can figure out the detail in PM.
If you're interested, shoot me a PM!!
Lola
So, I've been watching 'All or Nothing' on Amazon. It's a series that follows the Arizona Cardinals for an entire season - showing their ups and their downs and giving you a real insight into their world. I love it probably more then is healthy. It's inspired me to seek out a RP that sorta' reflects the programme. I'm thinking that we'd follow a football player and a member of the coaching team - be that medical, physio - or even PR. We'll be tracking their relationship as it grows. That's the idea in a nutshell, but let me elaborate a little more!
I'm an advanced level writer and I'm looking for character detail and story progression. There will be romance, but this will be a long-term roleplay with no magical fairy that makes everything happen in two posts. There are so many different ways that we could take this, and so many themes that we could dip our toes in. It's really quite exciting - but do be aware that there will be adult themes. That said, I will not be a part of anything abusive.
Now, I'm not going to lie - I will be playing the female in this pairing and I'm afraid that I will be sticking to that. That said, my female characters are determined and have a personality, no Mary Sue's here! I'd expect your character to have a strong personality too - it's way more interesting that way! I can post a couple of times a day, perhaps more at the weekend. It'd be fabulous if you could too. I love chatting and collaborating, and it's probably worth mentioning that I'm alarmingly laid back.
I'm positive that I've missed something out, but we can figure out the detail in PM.
If you're interested, shoot me a PM!!
Lola
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