Bio updated! And btw, I work FT and I'm a toddler mom so I can post a few times a week but I wouldn't say I can do multiple posts per day. Just wanted to communicate that! =]
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Unfortunately the social media break didn't last long as the worst outcome was confirmed this evening. đđ
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I need to heal my heart a little bit from current events right now and take a small break from social media. So, how's everyone doing?
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Nothing quite like being slightly under the influence and rushing to the girl's room to pop my Invisalign back on.
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My VA attorney filed for disability on my behalf for a possible bad knee. The next morning I wore stilettos to work because I ain't in crutches just yet.
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Love driving and suddenly sneezing only to pee myself a little because I birthed a cute little human.
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Day 1, Afternoon
Annelise finished downing an entire water bottle before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Sheâd never sweated so much in such a short amount of time outside of her workouts. She was drenched, really, and beyond fatigued. What with the entire morning and early afternoon running back and forth between patients, this was her first real break. And she wasnât even running, really, not with her limp. As a result of the crash, Annelise had a bad ankle and a gash starting near her left ear, going down her jaw and ending on her neck. The wound had since been stitched up by one of the nurses whose name currently escaped her, and it was none other than Dr. Biermann who insisted she take it easy. But if Annelise sat down and took a break, then sheâd have to listen to her own thoughts, and sheâd much rather be doing anything else other than listen to her thoughts.
The announcement to buckle up had been made, and Annelise gripped the small, personal bag on her lap. Not much good that did her, not when the aircraft starting jerking about violently. Annelise then closed her eyes and began praying. She hadnât prayed since she was a little girl, but now it seemed an appropriate time as ever to ask for assistance from a higher being. Hell, she didnât even seek spiritual guidance when the time for exams came and she believed herself to be on the brink of failing. Not because of her lack of smarts, but because her sleep leading up to such event had practically been non-existent.
She was in the middle of her prayer for the nth time when the force from the impact caused her head to be struck by some unknown, heavy object. Annelise was knocked unconscious and remained in such state well into the crewâs efforts to pull bodies from the wreckage, whether alive or not. She only came to a short time just before sunrise, the pain from her injuries growing worse as she shook off the confusion and disorientation of what had transpired. Dr. Biermann was within earshot once she woke up, and he was kind enough to walk over and calm her down by filling her in with the details. The brief details, that isâŚthere was no time to be telling stories.
And so now, here she was. Her ankle was throbbing again, but Annelise made the decision to half the pain medication intake just to make it last longer. She hadnât yet conducted inventory of any medical supplies, but maybe one of the nurses had gotten the job done. If not, that was certainly something she would probably find herself busy with towards the second half of the day if no patientâs condition got worse.
Just then she heard some commotion not too far in the distance. She caught Dr. Biermannâs voice and curiosity getting the best of her, Annelise couldnât help but wonder in that direction. Apparently whatever exchange was going on garnered the attention of those nearby as well. Annelise watched from a distance as the argument unfolded but didnât necessarily call for intervention. Or at least, thatâs what her superior made it out to be when he waved away the approaching help. With a small shake of her head, Annelise turned towards the medical tent once sheâd had enough. It was then one of the nurses, Samantha, called out for them, and Annelise did her best to rush in that direction. Eventually upon her arrival, she noted Dr. Biermann already there.
"Where do you need me?"
Annelise finished downing an entire water bottle before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Sheâd never sweated so much in such a short amount of time outside of her workouts. She was drenched, really, and beyond fatigued. What with the entire morning and early afternoon running back and forth between patients, this was her first real break. And she wasnât even running, really, not with her limp. As a result of the crash, Annelise had a bad ankle and a gash starting near her left ear, going down her jaw and ending on her neck. The wound had since been stitched up by one of the nurses whose name currently escaped her, and it was none other than Dr. Biermann who insisted she take it easy. But if Annelise sat down and took a break, then sheâd have to listen to her own thoughts, and sheâd much rather be doing anything else other than listen to her thoughts.
The announcement to buckle up had been made, and Annelise gripped the small, personal bag on her lap. Not much good that did her, not when the aircraft starting jerking about violently. Annelise then closed her eyes and began praying. She hadnât prayed since she was a little girl, but now it seemed an appropriate time as ever to ask for assistance from a higher being. Hell, she didnât even seek spiritual guidance when the time for exams came and she believed herself to be on the brink of failing. Not because of her lack of smarts, but because her sleep leading up to such event had practically been non-existent.
She was in the middle of her prayer for the nth time when the force from the impact caused her head to be struck by some unknown, heavy object. Annelise was knocked unconscious and remained in such state well into the crewâs efforts to pull bodies from the wreckage, whether alive or not. She only came to a short time just before sunrise, the pain from her injuries growing worse as she shook off the confusion and disorientation of what had transpired. Dr. Biermann was within earshot once she woke up, and he was kind enough to walk over and calm her down by filling her in with the details. The brief details, that isâŚthere was no time to be telling stories.
And so now, here she was. Her ankle was throbbing again, but Annelise made the decision to half the pain medication intake just to make it last longer. She hadnât yet conducted inventory of any medical supplies, but maybe one of the nurses had gotten the job done. If not, that was certainly something she would probably find herself busy with towards the second half of the day if no patientâs condition got worse.
Just then she heard some commotion not too far in the distance. She caught Dr. Biermannâs voice and curiosity getting the best of her, Annelise couldnât help but wonder in that direction. Apparently whatever exchange was going on garnered the attention of those nearby as well. Annelise watched from a distance as the argument unfolded but didnât necessarily call for intervention. Or at least, thatâs what her superior made it out to be when he waved away the approaching help. With a small shake of her head, Annelise turned towards the medical tent once sheâd had enough. It was then one of the nurses, Samantha, called out for them, and Annelise did her best to rush in that direction. Eventually upon her arrival, she noted Dr. Biermann already there.
"Where do you need me?"
Dr. Annelise Jennings, Cardiothoracic Surgeon
Female, 36 yoa
Marital Status, Sexual Orientation: Widow, heterosexual
Physical Description: 5â3 in stature. Used to exercise regularly and although not bulky, her body is clearly toned. No tattoos or major scars.
Psychological Description/Personality: A kind-hearted individual by nature. At times feels she must right any wrongs and bring justice to light, which has gotten her into trouble quite a few times in the past. Often quiet and pensive, and if caught, will apologize and smile for her lack of presence. Though the tragedy that struck nearly a decade ago brought her to her knees and left her bedridden for days, sheâs since improved. Needless to say, she does to this day have nightmares and if triggered just right, she may hallucinate for a very short period of time. This happens if someone she comes across has the same, or very similar mannerisms as her husband.
Education: University of Florida alumni. Attended the college from freshman year up to medical school where she was awarded her MD upon completion.
Family/Friends:
Background: Born into a middle class family without any brothers or sisters, Annelise had a relatively easy upbringing. Her family was well off and she got the chance to attend some of the better private schools in the area. Being a young child, she often got the question of âWhat do you want to be when you grow up?â, and her response was always the same: a doctor. Her passion never left her, and she studied her way into multiple scholarships with that one goal in mind.
Eventually, once she graduated, Annelise took that summer break to travel non-stop. She visited many destinations, even some impoverished locations, and she also met her future husband, Marcus Jennings, while in Europe. The two hit it off almost immediately and had practically been inseparable since whenever they were in the same city. Being only a year older than her, Marcus transferred to her college prior to the start of the new semester. They moved in together that January and about a year prior to her graduating med school, Marcus asked her to be his wife.
The wedding was simple, but nice. Family and close friends, maybe a work associate of Marcus or two in attendance, Annelise didnât really count. Sheâd hired a wedding planner who come to find out would have a whole lot in common with her. Stacy became her close friend, and in no time the two were sharing secrets and the occasional gossip as if they were in high school all over again.
Everything seemed well for some years to follow until unfortunately, Marcus fell ill without warning. Annelise took some time off to spend it with him, but she only grew sadder when day after day, there was no improvement and no promises from his doctors. She was frantic, and amidst the chaos, Marcusâ only sibling, Chris, came to town to be with his bedridden brother. His mere presence made Annelise feel uneasy, and her suspicions were confirmed when he tried hitting on her, cornering the woman in one of the break rooms in the hospital. A few moments later Marcus passed away, and the timing couldnât have been worse as she wasnât by his side but instead, she was fighting off his brother.
Annelise took some additional time for herself, eventually returning to the hospital where she would go on to pick up as many shifts as her body would allow. Her superiors were concerned, as well as her family and friends. Eventually, with the help of a therapist, Annelise was able to cope with her emotions a little better, once more finding joy in the simple pleasures of life but not without the occasional break down and crying whenever her emotions got the better of her.
How she came across this humanitarian aid mission? The Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery within the hospital actually recommended her for the position. He thought itâd do her good and seeing she didnât have much to lose, Annelise agreed to go and lend a helping hand.
Other: Annelise doesnât take any medication per se, but she does have trouble sleeping. Since her husbandâs passing, sheâs sleepwalked a few times, but she has not been all that active and does go back to sleep in less than five minutes.
Direction for your Character: Survive and get back home. She will help to the best of her ability but understands her limitations. Having a good friend or two wouldnât hurt. Sheâs not looking for any romantic involvement at the moment, but she does desire for intimacy and physical contact, though this is not evident.
James McAvoy, Aircraft mechanic
Male, 39 yoa
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Single, heterosexual
All that you need to know about him is that heâs sarcastic as all hell and he may tell you a little bit about his personal life. Maybe.
Female, 36 yoa
Marital Status, Sexual Orientation: Widow, heterosexual
Physical Description: 5â3 in stature. Used to exercise regularly and although not bulky, her body is clearly toned. No tattoos or major scars.
Psychological Description/Personality: A kind-hearted individual by nature. At times feels she must right any wrongs and bring justice to light, which has gotten her into trouble quite a few times in the past. Often quiet and pensive, and if caught, will apologize and smile for her lack of presence. Though the tragedy that struck nearly a decade ago brought her to her knees and left her bedridden for days, sheâs since improved. Needless to say, she does to this day have nightmares and if triggered just right, she may hallucinate for a very short period of time. This happens if someone she comes across has the same, or very similar mannerisms as her husband.
Education: University of Florida alumni. Attended the college from freshman year up to medical school where she was awarded her MD upon completion.
Family/Friends:
- Marcus Jennings, Husband - Deceased
- Raquel Peters, Mother
- Nathan Peters, Father
- Stacy Dorman, Best Friend
- Chris Jennings, Brother-in-Law
Background: Born into a middle class family without any brothers or sisters, Annelise had a relatively easy upbringing. Her family was well off and she got the chance to attend some of the better private schools in the area. Being a young child, she often got the question of âWhat do you want to be when you grow up?â, and her response was always the same: a doctor. Her passion never left her, and she studied her way into multiple scholarships with that one goal in mind.
Eventually, once she graduated, Annelise took that summer break to travel non-stop. She visited many destinations, even some impoverished locations, and she also met her future husband, Marcus Jennings, while in Europe. The two hit it off almost immediately and had practically been inseparable since whenever they were in the same city. Being only a year older than her, Marcus transferred to her college prior to the start of the new semester. They moved in together that January and about a year prior to her graduating med school, Marcus asked her to be his wife.
The wedding was simple, but nice. Family and close friends, maybe a work associate of Marcus or two in attendance, Annelise didnât really count. Sheâd hired a wedding planner who come to find out would have a whole lot in common with her. Stacy became her close friend, and in no time the two were sharing secrets and the occasional gossip as if they were in high school all over again.
Everything seemed well for some years to follow until unfortunately, Marcus fell ill without warning. Annelise took some time off to spend it with him, but she only grew sadder when day after day, there was no improvement and no promises from his doctors. She was frantic, and amidst the chaos, Marcusâ only sibling, Chris, came to town to be with his bedridden brother. His mere presence made Annelise feel uneasy, and her suspicions were confirmed when he tried hitting on her, cornering the woman in one of the break rooms in the hospital. A few moments later Marcus passed away, and the timing couldnât have been worse as she wasnât by his side but instead, she was fighting off his brother.
Annelise took some additional time for herself, eventually returning to the hospital where she would go on to pick up as many shifts as her body would allow. Her superiors were concerned, as well as her family and friends. Eventually, with the help of a therapist, Annelise was able to cope with her emotions a little better, once more finding joy in the simple pleasures of life but not without the occasional break down and crying whenever her emotions got the better of her.
How she came across this humanitarian aid mission? The Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery within the hospital actually recommended her for the position. He thought itâd do her good and seeing she didnât have much to lose, Annelise agreed to go and lend a helping hand.
Other: Annelise doesnât take any medication per se, but she does have trouble sleeping. Since her husbandâs passing, sheâs sleepwalked a few times, but she has not been all that active and does go back to sleep in less than five minutes.
Direction for your Character: Survive and get back home. She will help to the best of her ability but understands her limitations. Having a good friend or two wouldnât hurt. Sheâs not looking for any romantic involvement at the moment, but she does desire for intimacy and physical contact, though this is not evident.
James McAvoy, Aircraft mechanic
Male, 39 yoa
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Single, heterosexual
All that you need to know about him is that heâs sarcastic as all hell and he may tell you a little bit about his personal life. Maybe.
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@ItIsJustMe that's not a problem! I will catch up on reading what there is so far and submit a post after.
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What I have so far, should finish her background in the next day or so!
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Recruit Training Command - Great Lakes, IL
Nana, I miss you.
Tears welled up in her eyes as Jennifer stared down at the ring sitting beautifully on her middle finger. Itâd been a gift from her grandmother, Diana. Sometimes she would absent-mindedly play with the ring, spinning it in place with her thumb. Today hit a tad harder once she caught herself in her habit because it would have been Nanaâs 88th birthday. Her first heavenly birthday now...if there was a heaven.
âGIU23, show my arrival on scene.â
The dispatcher acknowledged her transmission, and her status changed in her mounted laptop, beeping once accordingly before it was closed shut. Jennifer didnât want to leave the warmth her vehicle was providing, but her couple of minutes were up. Pocketing her phone, she exited her undercover unit and walked into the security building.
âDetective?â
Some balding and slightly overweight serviceman greeted her almost immediately, extending his hand as he approached her. Jennifer glanced at the anchor on either collar of his uniform. âChief, Iâm Detective Jenkings with the General Investigations Unit,â she introduced herself, shaking his hand. âIâm here to take your statement.â
âOf course, right this way.â
She followed him into an office on the far end of the hall, not bothering to remove her coat. The case was quite simple and so she wouldnât be there long. Some recruit possibly not adjusting to all of three weeks in boot camp felt the need to off himself in front of the others all while making a statement about life at home in the city. In Chicago, that is. He wasnât far; he was a quick drive away. But it was done, and now she needed to follow up and type up some reports to have them turned in by the end of the week.
Home
The advertised product looked promising, in a science fiction maybe. Even Sienna saw right through it. She shook her head, rolling towards the edge of the bed to plant her feet on the ground. She left her phone on the bed and lazily walked towards the ensuite bathroom, dragging her slippers across the hardwood. Reaching the doorway, her hand stilled on the light switch when she picked up on some ruffling from behind the curtains.
Sienna listened for what seemed like an eternity before finally taking a silent step forward. She readied a flame from her palm and as she was ready to pull the curtain aside, her mother called out to her.
âSienna, honey, come out here please.â
With a gasp, the girl quickly pulled on the curtain and looked in the bathtub to see none other than her yorkie messing with one of his toys. âMilo, really?â she exhaled, closing her hand and dropping it by her side. Sienna left him there, even as her dog barked in protest to such an abrupt invasion of privacy.
âWe need to give him his own room, seriously.â There was no context needed; her mom was well aware of what Sienna meant.
Laughing it off, Elizabeth walked an envelope over to her daughterâs dresser. âThis arrived for you, looks important. Also, we have dinner with the Dunns tonight.â
âMomââ
âYour father isnât taking no, why are you surprised? Go on, wash off the sleep from your face. Donât take too long, you have an hour.â
She watched as her mother left her alone in her room. Tonight would be torture, and that was no secret to anyone in the Callahan-Henley household.
@Renny
Love it, move it over one tab. And thanks for pointing out the typo! I'll fix it soon.
@Vlad Tepes
Appreciate the commitment!
Let's get this show on the road. Feel free to post at your leisure, I'll go ahead and make my intro post after I get some work done today.
Love it, move it over one tab. And thanks for pointing out the typo! I'll fix it soon.
@Vlad Tepes
Appreciate the commitment!
Let's get this show on the road. Feel free to post at your leisure, I'll go ahead and make my intro post after I get some work done today.
Update!
@Sanity43217 @sail3695 and last but not least, @Vlad Tepes,
I'm waiting on potential interested RPers to submit a CS. Early on this week coming up, I will make an initial post and whoever has an accepted character can also post, so be on the lookout for that!
If the interest is not there anymore, not a problem! Just let me know. If the RP doesn't pan out, I may scale it down to a 1x1 or I may move the storyline to the appropriate forum (Off Topic I believe) and write it out solo. I'm just really interested in the premise... đ
But we'll see where we end up. Happy weekend!
@Sanity43217 @sail3695 and last but not least, @Vlad Tepes,
I'm waiting on potential interested RPers to submit a CS. Early on this week coming up, I will make an initial post and whoever has an accepted character can also post, so be on the lookout for that!
If the interest is not there anymore, not a problem! Just let me know. If the RP doesn't pan out, I may scale it down to a 1x1 or I may move the storyline to the appropriate forum (Off Topic I believe) and write it out solo. I'm just really interested in the premise... đ
But we'll see where we end up. Happy weekend!
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