((Sure thing. :D He loves to be crushed on.

Oh, and please, call me Paige. :3))

Ooc:// ALrighty, thank you Paige! :D

 I SHALL POST MY INTRO NOW!

The evening brushed cooing the filtering wind as it dashed upon the chilled concrete. The moon dazed with a smashing grin, clouds challenged his authority every now and then. The Brookwood Hospital bustled, it was always busy when the shifts changed for the night. Lights beamed and the hallways scuffled with the nurses as they took care of the patients. It appeared to be a normal night.

 Vincent huddled in solitude within the Hospital's library, books scattered and sloshed across the coffee table located between the two couches. He has been sucked into his research for more than five hours. Though he took a rest to jot down notes within a white folder. Connecting formulas and mathematics clicked easily for him, Vincent sighed and closed the folder.

 "Done, now to concoct the serum." He mumbled, clinging his notes tightly to his right side Vincent set forth towards the laboratory.

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 "Yu'll be just fine!" Mused the strong accent of one of the nurses, Aolani smiled and patted the arm of one of the younger patients. The young boy, no older than the age of eleven, had severely broken his femur a few days prior. The doctors were able to piece his bone back together and cast his leg.

 "Now, hee'll will need to set up an appointment with the Physical Therapist." Aolani informed the boy's mother. Pointing to outside the room, Aolani gave instructions to where the physical therapist was located. His mother smiled and thanked her, after a few more moments of chattering about what the young lad was able to do and what he won't be. Aolani left the room and headed towards the library.

"Not again."

This was the third hip replacement Leon had done today. On an elderly patient, too. This woman was almost eighty five, and both of her hips needed to be replaced. "Oh, Martha," said Leon, looking at her records to find the patient's name, "When are you ever going to learn? Climbing on ladders just isn't your thing." The patient, of course, was asleep, knocked out cold. "Miss Lang, I need my tools."  Miss Lang, a Scrub Nurse, gave him all the proper tools Leon would need to complete this surgery.

"Here we go," Leon said, lifting his mask up over his nose.

~

Camryn was currently wheeling out a five-year-old girl that just had her tonsils taken out. The girl didn't understand why she needed to be wheeled out, but Camryn had to remind her that the anisetesia was still wearing off and that she'd become dizzy if she tried to walk. Camryn learned that the little girl's name was Rachel, and liked to be called Ray. The two of them sat talking-well, as much as Ray could talk anyway-until Ray had decided she felt well enough to leave. Ray went to an Elementary school near the hospital, she had two best friends named Ben and Paige, and her mommy had blonde hair. Rachel had also told Camryn that she was going to be out of school for a week and that her cla.ssmates would make cards for her that her teacher would deliver. The girl also said she didn't mind having a sore throat, because she'll get to eat all the popsicles she wanted. Camryn really enjoyed listening to what little kids had to say, and enjoyed it even more when she would tell the parents and they would say that the kid would never just talk to a stranger like that.

Camryn wheeled her all the way to her Mom, who did have blonde hair, and a man who must've been her father, for he had dark brown hair just like Ray. "Your daughter is just fine," Camryn said to the parents. "Her throat will be bothering her though, for say ten days, maybe more depending on how big her tonsils were. She'll need to stay out of school and other activites for at least a week, though I'm sure you already have that planned." The parents thanked Camryn, got Ray safely out of the wheelchair, and walked off, Ray's father carrying Rachel on his shoulders.   

Joshua Elaastoic

       It woud be a terrible night to be working in a hospital. Cold wind snatched at my coat; I could feel the chilling bitterness of winter settling into my bones. They always hurt during the winter, during the rain. An early sign of arithritis.
       My car was already started and warm, but I procrastinated going to work by making sure it was extra toasty. I prayed that the hospital would be more suitable than this, and that there would be no codes.
       I was on the interstate when my pager went off. I sighed, not wanted to answer it, but did anyway. After reading it, I sped up a little. An ambulance had just arrived with a motocycle accident victim, and apparently it was bad. I didn't need to know details about this one; I'd seen it too many times. With what little hope I had left, I hoped this would be the only thing I saw tonight.

Naima

       "Goodbye Alec! I'm off to work." My voice rang through the hallways as I called to my boyfriend Alec, a journalist. He was probably locked up in his office, lights probably off, typing sporatically on an old computer. We never spoke anymore, and it killed me, but it's not like I wasn't trying. I would prepare his favorite dinner, wear his favorite things, and he'd hardly speak to me. I eventually stopped trying; I still loved him, but he didn't seem to return the feeling. 
        I was about to open my car door, when I saw the the front door open out of the corner of my eye. Maybe I forgot something, I thought as I walked back towards the house. "What is it--" I felt Alec's arm wrap around my waist, his hand cup my face, and his lips meeting mine. It threw me off for a moment, but I recovered and kissed him back.
       "Have a nice night at your new job," Alec whispered in my ear.
       Alec was like that. He wouldn't speak to me, and then out of no where he'd come up and show so much affection I'd fall back in love with him. It played with my emotions, yes, but I was a girl, and I don't think anyone could resist kindness.

Name: William "Will" Ogawa

Age: 25

Sex: Male

Personality: rp out?

Occupation Status: OBGYN / Parasiteologist

Likes: Making children smile, caffine, gifts, his dog Nacarssious

Dislikes: Stores that dont give him discounts and when people perk in his reserved parking space. Oh and cats...it has to do with parasites

Relationship Status: none currently

Crush: open

Looks: COMING!

(( Gah! Im having trouble putting my pic on my bio D: ))

((omg dream... i luv him!! Hes from one of my fav tv shows lol... i wonder why hes dressed up in a lab coat.))

Yukita walked through the hall, a clip board in hand. "Lets see, I need to be in room A14." She said to her self, turning dow the A hall. "A11, A12, A14. Here it is." She said, knocking softly on the door. "Come in." The reply was short and demanding. She opened the door seeing the other doctor in the room with the patient. "I'm Yukita, I was instructed to come here to oversee this patient to the Physical Therapy unit. I am to be with her the rest of her time here." She said pushing her glas.ses into place.

 Ooc:// The ratios don't have to be perfectly even. I'm making a new character soon, it's a male if that help anyone. :

 @Dream;;; I adore your character picture, it made me lol so hard. xD 

  Wondering through the halls, the destination was currently the laboratory. Chemical compounds and certain medicines mixing together didn't rouse with ease. Time was a key aspect in Vincent's research. Each step was quick and shuffled, he would only take breaths with the tempo he trotted with. Vincent nodded and greeted the doctors and nurses he p*censored*ed, they were leaving to go home. His shift only just started, though with knowledge as a first priority he came hours earlier to try to deepen his studies on certain patients and help them. Vincent, majoring in Hematology/Oncology and Medicine, he concentrated on the Cancer victims and abnormal blood plate counts. 

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Gracing a slight sigh, Aolani was happy she was able to help the young boy feel better. The library was only moments away and she noticed Vincent walking from her destination. A quick blush pierced her semi-tan skin.

 "Good Evenin, Docteh Vincent." She muttered, her voice rather loud for a inside tone.

 

 

 

Name: Gray Yeralla

Age:  Twenty-Eight

Sex: Male

Personality: Care-free, jokingly, has deep anxiety issue but doesn't allow them to surface to his emotions so people think he is always joyous.

Occupation Status: Head Surgeon, works mainly with organ failures or cardiacthoracics.

Likes: Being with people, talking, just being who he is.

Dislikes: Telling people the 'bad news', and grouchy co-workers.

Relationship Status: Single

Crush: Adores most of the behaviors from the nurses but has stronger feelings for Kiona.

Looks: