Columbia Mercy Hospital

Is it alright if I make a male character too? I totally have summer/nothing to do ^^' and I like writing guys... I just get along with them easier, they're not such stubborn characters! I hope that's alright =] just say if it's not...

Name: Jeremy Raynor
Age: 27
Position: Resident, speciality oncology
Appearance: Around 5'8-5'9, dark hair, pale skin, thin with quiet short hair and a small, neat beard. He looks tired underneath his eyes, which are green, and he wears a wedding ring although he has been divorced for several years.
Biography: Jeremy - who is called Raynor most of the time - can be disagreable some of the time, he is ambitious and often critical. He has been accused of being a hypocrite because while he is harsh towards faults in others, he is often late or rude or inappropriate himself. He keep quiet about his past, beyond his failed marriage with a woman called Jessica and estrangement from his parents no one really knows anything else. He's been at the hospital for three years.

Jeremy Raynor
I came in late, very late, my eyes prickling from tiredness. It had been another long night, sleepless until early moring. I headed straight for the coffee machine, downed one and then another straight after until everything came back to normal speed again. It wasn't until I'd seen two patients - a kid I'd been with since 2006 miraculously coming back up after Acute Lymphoblastic Leukaemia and a guy who wanting me to check out his kidneys which turned out to be a false alarm - that I realised what I'd missed that morning.

Freaking interns. Wasn't I meant to pick up a few of those guys? I wondered how steamed chief was gonna be, or the other residents who'd had to pick up my slack. I sighed inwardly, what a pain in the butt this was gonna be. Interns were a nightmare, always hanging around asking dumb questions, wasting my time. And only a pathetic handful would be genuinely interested in the medicine behind things, they'd all be either patient-centred back-story ridden bleeding hearts or twisted ambition kids with nothing but money on their minds. I wasn't looking forward to the job of weeding out the good ones much.

I was too annoyed with the whole thing to really concentrate on where I was going, so I didn't even see Danny hanging around in the reception, I just heard him flirting shamelessly with the receptionist. I remembered, distantly, an appointment I had with him, another cancer check up. Seriously, sucks to be that guy. I followed him into his room - a private room mind you, because of all his lovely connections - and said:
"Hello, Daniel."
I was still too tired and in too much of a bad mood to be as friendly as I usually would have been with Daniel, he's a good guy, kind of annoying but good company. Jovial. He sort of smiled back at me, a smile that only moved up one side of his mouth and made him look younger than he was and cheeky. I couldn't help laughing at him, lifting my tiredness for a moment.
"Hi Ray, having a serious day today? You look unwell."
"Look who's talking," I retorted, flicking through the pages of his file clipped to my board, "ooh, this is a nasty one, huh?"
"Uh..yeah. I thought it was a chest infection, like maybe I could sleep it off, but when it got worse, you know. You're gonna poke me with needles aren't ya?"
"Yep, lots of needles." I grinned, which must have looked hideous. "But first I'll get you scanned up. It'll take a while, we're jammed this morning in case you couldn't see already. But you won't mind that too much."
"Second home." He smiled, and probably only someone who'd seen him here as many times as I had would have noticed that it looked a little strained. I wondered if maybe I should say a few words to comfort him, then almost laughed out loud at myself. What could I possibly say?

I was spared even the possibility of coming out with something stupid by the chief, who stormed up to my with a wild look in his eyes.
"What time do you call this?"
I bit my lip and Daniel, behind the chief's back, tried not to laugh.
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Kitty - I hope it's alright that I cut in at the end there with a new character.. if you had something else planned I can change it.. oh and I guess from now on I'll do Lily and Raynor together rather than separate.

*I'm extremely bored****

Sugar Beth

I consisted at looking down at almost all the other women, since I was one of the tallest. I smiled and tried to brighten up the room. All the other interns were so nevious, at least I wasn't the only one. Everytime I spoke I tried to keep my voice from shaking. I didn't look down, not once, I was taught to keep my head held high and never look at my feet, ok the last part was my own rule. I hoped today wasn't going to be overwelming, infact I wished I could just be lazy but that wasn't going to fly. I would draw a sad crying face if I could.

"Two years... oh goodie." I said, not caring who heard me, but since it was a whisper I think I was pretty much safe.

"That's pretty much sums it up." A voice said from behind me.

I froze and slowly turned around...

***ANYONE WHO WANTS TO BE INTRODUCED, HERE YOU GO*****

**Sorry Summer, Evan is already claimed, and pretty much a source of drama. Perhaps, I'll make him a bit of a flirt, just to add a bit more drama I'm enjoying this.**

Isabella

I headed down the hallway to check on my most recent patient. A nurse had just informed me that he was concious, and I was eager to see how he was feeling.

Too hastily, I turned the corner, and ran into Tyson Cromwell, one of the interns. He grunted, stumbling backward a bit.

"Oh, hello!" I said, smiling and brushing off my front. "Sorry about that, I was a bit to hasty turning that corner."

"No problem," Tyson nodded, smiling back. "I'm Tyson Cromwell."

"One of the new interns," I nodded, reaching out my hand to shake his. "I'm Isabella Milan, head of neurosurgery here."


Evan

I slipped out of the hospital room, shaking my head slowly.

That poor, poor woman, I thought. One thing I had noticed in my line of work - few are happy wtih their looks. They all want something changed. Even the most miniscule things - their noses, their cheeks. Things that already look perfectly fine from my point of view.

But they all look happier afterwords too, so I suppose that's reward enough.

"Dr. Peters," I said, acknowledging the head of my speciality as she walked out of another room.

"Hello Evan," she said, smiling at me. "How's our patient?"

"Ah...she's all right. Very concerned with her nose - apparently one of her friends had a nose job done and it ended up crooked. Scares the poor woman to death." Even Roxanne chuckled at this.

**Oi, I hope this is all right!**

Tyson Cromwell

Tyson shook the hand of Isabella Milan as his group moved forward just down the hall without him, Dr. Jones explaining several different things that would possibly be important, but he would just ask about them later--neurosurgery was his game.

"Ah, then I guess we will be spending quite a bit of time together." His white teeth flashing a sparkling, enduring smile in Isabella's direction.

Tyson was about 6'0" tall, a muscular and rather handsome man. He had on a pair of dark blue scrubs and, for reasons unknown to anyone, a white beanie--it was rare to see him without a hat on, but he figured before too long someone would force him to take it off. But, for now he wasn't thinking about the hat. Only Isabella, the one woman he really needed to impress to get where he wanted to be.

"Neurosurgeon hopeful, then?" Isabella pulled her hand back and tucked her clipboard beneath her arm and placed her hands in her pocket as they spoke.

"Born and raised! Think there is any hope for me to get in on some surgeries in the near future?"

**No, Ben's not taken yet.**

Ben Morrow

He shrugged, "Like I said, the first two years aren't great, but that's not to say that they're hell. You'll get a chance to work with kids - although you'd have more of that if you'd been assigned to Dr. Parker. If you have any questions about pediatrics, she's the one to ask. You'll have time to do that later."

They rounded another corner to see one of the interns lagging behind his group to talk to the head of neurosurgery. Ben frowned a little, before giving a brief nod to Isabella and beginning to continue on his way.

She stopped him for a moment, "Doctor Morrow, this is Tyson Cromwell. He wants to be a neurosurgeon."

Ben's formerly grim expression transformed into a grin, "Is that so? You're talking to the right woman, then." He turned to go once again, gesturing for the interns assigned to him to follow, his face becoming a little dark once again. He was generally fine with other guys in the hospital, but one going after neurosurgery as well? There was some serious competition in that.

***And here's my other character, but I'll have to bring him in tomorrow***

Name: Julius Meyer

Age: 34

Position: Head of Cardiothoracic Surgery

Appearance: Tall, but generally slouches or hunches a little. He has black hair, blue eyes and perpetual stubble. He almost always looks tired.

Personality: He’s usually polite, although he is generally dismissive of anyone but the other heads, and interns are almost beneath his notice. He’s pedantic and meticulous, perfectly suited for the head of a surgical discipline.

**I was going to go after Daniel...but is Tyson taken?**
Isabella

"Well," I said, turning back to Tyson. "As an intern, you probably won't get to work on too many surgeries, but I bet I could sneak you into a few, even if just to watch" I winked and smiled at him. A smile stretch across his face as well, making him glow with excitement.

"That's great! I'd really appreciate that Doctor Millan!" I chuckled.

"Please, call me Isabella," I said. "Aren't you assigned to Doctor Morrow's group?"

"Yes."

"Then you better catch up - I'd hate for you to get in trouble on your first day as an intern."

Tyson nodded, thanking me again before turning to follow his group. From behind, I pulled his beanie off his head, then slipped into another room before he could see me. I watched through a small window as he scratched his head, laughing to himself.

I was behaving like a teenager again - stealing some cute boys hat.

Oh well, it was fun. And it wasn't as if it was interfering with anything.

Annalise Martin

This day shouldn't be so bad. I mean if this is what I want to do I mind as well start swinging the ropes. Not knowing exactly what to do I watched as some of the interns left and then watched as a guy started talking this girl who was really tall. The guy wasn't an intern but he did look he's been here for a short while. As I stared at the two, I couldn't help but notice how good looking this guy was. I've always wanted dark brown hair that curled at the ends like Charlie has but unfortunately my hair was the dreaded auburn. His huge brown eyes were hidden under eyebrows that arched....the vibrating of my phone broke me from my glance.
It was Charlie. Usually its not professional...wait its never professional to have your phone on when you're in a hospital but Charlie is my sister and she's probably in some trouble seeing as this is her first day of school. Glancing around, I took my phone out of my pocket and flipped it open.
"Hello," I whispered, trying not to bring attention to myself.
"Lise? Oh! I am so not...." she started.
"Charlie I'm at work call back later," I hissed. It really made me mad that she didn't have nothing important to talk about.
"Excuse me, but I believe you're not allowed to make personal phone calls," a voice whispered behind me.
I froze and then I gulped. How could I possibly mess up my first day in this internship? Sighing, I turned around.

Someone please jump in

>> Tyson and Zoe are with Rebbecca Jones, just fyi haha. If she doesn't post soon, they will be moved to Evan's group because he doesn't have one.

>>Bella. Tyson isn't "technically" taken, but have a plan with Lily. But, he's awfully flirtatious and it would make an interesting drama for both if you like!


Tyson Cromwell

Tyson scratched his head a bit as he glanced behind him not to find Isabella, and not to find his hat, "See you, Isabella."

On the left side of his head you could see a decent-sized, maybe five inch, scar where no hair grew. That's why he started wearing hats to begin with, after having tried to grow his hair out a bit and deciding it looked ridiculous.

He shrugged and hurried back up to Dr. Jones and their group, glancing around him to see what he missed.

He turned to Zoe and raised a brow, "Did I miss anything, gorgeous?" He winked her direction...not really caring about the answer. They hadn't gotten too far ahead of him, and he was sure whatever he missed would be easily figured out. Not like he had never seen a hospital before.

Zoe rolled her eyes a bit and pointed to her right, "Water cooler."

Tyson smiled and let a small chuckle pass through his lips, "Good to know."




Sydney Parker

Sydney led her group down a hallway towards the lounge and lockers first to let them ditch their unnecessary baggage and pick up their clipboards.

She pushed the door open and continued to explain, "This is the lounge and staff area. Each of you will have a locker in here. You can either leave it unlocked or buy yourself a combination lock. You need to carry nothing with you other than your clipboard, which is in your locker, and something to write with."

The interns followed her in as she flipped through her papers looking for the locker assignments. She pointed to them with her pen as she walked, "Brian," a few down is all she went before pointing to another, "Annalise and..." she moved to the other side of the isle and pointed to the last, "Casey."

The papers flopped back together as she clutched her clipboard to her chest, "Proper attire here for interns is all white shoes with no holes, no "crocs" will be allowed, and white scrubs. Yes, white is horrible and will get dirty often so I suggest you stash a spare in your locker daily. You may where a jacket, it does get a bit cold in here occasionally, and that can be whatever you like as long as you use common sense about crude material and what not--try to keep it a solid color. I'm going to go get a cup of coffee in the lounge while you guys get settled in, so I'll meet you out there in...5 minutes?" Sydney glanced to her watch and then to her interns.

A smile parted her soft lips as she nodded, "Alright then, enjoy!" She stepped out into the lounge and headed straight for the coffee.

Evan

After checking on a few patients, I headed down to the lounge to get a cup of coffee.

As I sat back in one of the chairs, Sydney walked in. Her brown hair fell in large ringlets on her shoulders.

"Hello beautiful," I said, grinning. She blushed slightly, shaking her head.

"Good morning Evan," she replied.

"How goes it?" I asked, taking a large sip of my coffee.


**Oki Via! And Heather, could you maybe have Daniel run into Isabella or something?**

Sydney Parker

She leaned back in her seat as Evan came in, holding her coffee mug in both hands, one finger rolling around the top edge.

Sydney ignored his question a bit, but mostly because she had already formulated thoughts before it was asked, "You left kind of early this morning, I didn't even hear you get up."

Even nodded and opened the fridge, placing his lunch inside, "Yea, had to be here early. Patient thing."

Sydney smiled a bit and raised a brow to Evan. The two had been unofficially seeing each other for about a month now. Neither would dare commit to a relationship, but they were good friends with benefits, for sure. Sydney wasn't even sure anyone else in the hospital knew about it, but with the rate that gossip flew around this place she would have assumed they did.

"What's the plan tonight?"

Annalise Martin

Lucky for me, I squeezed out of the cell phone situation easily. Besides, it was only Sydney Parker, who I read was a second year resident. Pediatrics. She nodded when I told her that I was just turning it off and then she told me and a couple of other interns to follow her. We went to the locker room which was all white and bright. Everything seemed to have been one color here. If I had my way, I'd want to wear colorful scrubs and then paint the hospital different shades of pink.
Opening my locker, I pulled out the clipboard and stared blankly down at what was written on it. I couldn't help but think about how upset Charlie must've have been when I just hung up on her. Oh well, she knew that I was starting my internship today. Closing the locker, I turned and sat down on a bench adjacent to my locker. It was quiet in this room, the only thing I could hear was the tired murmuring of doctors passing by the door.
Sighing, I dug in my pocket for a pen and started doodling on the paper. Before I could realize what I was doing, I ripped off the paper and lunged it at the garbage can in the far corner. This was gonna be one long day.

Lily West
Morrow and Kelly had struck up a conversation, leaving myself and Coraline standing around vaguely. I could hear the other resident yelling over the sound of noisy patients, and the sound of them entering the locker roon. Metal doors slammed. The sound of it seemed to spur Morrow a little, he steered the three of us to the locker room as well.

We were provided with clipboards, and I switched the board in the locker for my backpack and sat on one of the benches with my hands between my knees thoughtfully. There was someone else on the bench near me, a woman who looked worried and tired, fiddling with the papers on her own clipboard. She had red hair, which I liked. Jack had red hair, which was what had first drawn me to him, his amazing ginger locks. I smiled at her, tipping my head to get her attention.
"Your first day too?"
"Yeah," she said, "I just got ticked off for using my cell phone, good start huh?"
"Could be worse... I don't even know what I'm doing right now, just waiting for someone to say,"
"Who's you resident?"
"Morrow... he seems like alright, not too uh.. on it, you know?"
She didn't look like she did, so I just shrugged, at a loss for words. I'm rubbish at conversation, sometimes I wonder why I even start it up.
It was then that Tyson came over to save me. I was sort of surprised as it had been such a brief and meaninfless conversation we'd had before. He'd lost his silly hat somewhere along the way, maybe someone made him take it off... there was a big chunk missing in his hair that was kind of goofy. When he grinned though, a big charming white grin, he just looked cute and original. I bit my lip, half smiling.
"How's it goin'?" he asked me
"What?"
"The day, the morning, you know." He laughed at me.
"Not too bad. I'd kind of like a coffee break...somewhere to sit."
"We get a lunch break some time. Maybe I'll see you then," he raised an eyebrow, suggestive? I wasn't sure.
"Probably. I'll be here all year, and next year."
He did a mock look of surprise, quite cute really. I shouldn't even be thinking about it. I thought of Jack and was instantly guilty without really knowing why.

Evan Kensington

I smiled at her question, taking another sip of my coffee.

"Well, I have a bit of a suprise for you," I replied, running the plan through my head again to make sure it would work out.

"Oh really?" her eyes glowed with curiousity. "And what would that be?"

"Right, I'm totally going to just tell you," I agreed, nodding. "Not that easy dear. Be at my house at seven?" I stood as my beeper went off.

Sydney watched me for a moment, her answer formulating.

"Sydney, I don't have that much time," I said as my beeper went off again. I should have been long gone, but I knew for fact that I wasn't being paged for anything excrusiatingly important.

Annalise Martin

I wasn't planning on making friends with anyone because in this world being a doctor is all about saving lives and not making a life for yourself. If I got too involved with anybody here, my life would turn into a soap opera or better yet Grey's Anatomy. This morning I woke up and started my day just like any other day, except now I'm training to become something not only me define but the rest of my life as well.
The girl that sat beside me with her oceanic accent seemed to have been torn, in a way, between her feelings and what was right. This guy standing with the smile on his face probably wasn't her first relationship. I guess the reason for my self-speculating is that maybe I'm not alone in this world. Maybe people like...what was her name anyway?
I looked at the girl, her honey blond hair falling limply to the sides of my hand and extended my hand forward. Even if she thought just like I did and moved away so what? Sometimes being a doctor means learning to know who you'll be operating beside in the next couple of years.
"I'm Annalise Martin but people just call be Lise," I said, softly.
The girl looked at me and smiled, then she unexpectedly shook my hand.
"Lily. Lily West," she replied.

Tyson Cromwell

Tyson gave Lily a sideways smile, "There's some coffee in the lounge just through there," he pointed to the doorway on the left, a bit down a hall through the other locker aisleways.

He pulled open his locker and replaced his stolen hat with another, blue beanie before tossing a small bag an a motorcycle helmet inside and grabbing his clipboard.

He could feel Lily and Annalise's eyes on him as he did his swap out. It was something he'd learned to feel from women. There was little either would ever learn about him, however. Tyson was a rather private person with his past. Things happened, and now they are over--Tyson's motto.

He shut his locker and pulled his new blue beanie on, winking to the girls, "See you at lunch, Lily West," a smile slid across his lips and his gorgeous teeth popped out as he walked out of the locker room.



Sydney Parker

Sydney set her coffee on the table infront of her and stood, walking to the doorway for just a moment to check for hallway inhabitants that could possibly be watching. Feeling satisfied when her search turned up blank, she turned back around to Evan and slid her arms around his neck softly.

"Seven, gee. Seven...seven...seven. I'll have to check my schedule." she glanced to the sky as if her calender was on the cieling, "Nope, I'm free. ....granted none of my interns kill anyone while I'm not looking." A sideways smile came onto her face as she added the last part. She was only half-way kidding, to be honest. It wouldn't be the first time that had happened.

Evan placed his hands on hips and smiled, "I'm definitely looking forward to it." He brushed a piece of Sydney's curly brown locks behind her ear.

"Well, what should I wear? Or..." she paused for a moment and dropped a small kiss on his lips, "...not wear?" a very tempestuous smile, indeed.