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Dr. Alice Scott thirty | the medic "she understood that the hardest times in life to go through, were when you were transitioning from one version of yourself to a n o t h e r."

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evaxreid:

With watchful eyes and the intent to listen to her friend, Eva remained in her spot, nodding her head as she absorbed her friend’s woes. One could argue that moving into a small town barely did anyone improvement in their lives. Maybe other towns, of course. But moving to Muddy wasn’t exactly the best place if one wanted to live a prosperous and peaceful life. 

In respect to Alice, Eva didn’t even bother to confirm the rumours circulating a few months ago about the doctor sleeping with the porn star. And whilst she did confirm it now, there really wasn’t anything to it, except maybe the fact that Alice got it on with Ben, and that was that. She wasn’t privy to other people’s sex life, really, as the blonde believed in minding her own business.

“Alice,” the Rascal smiled softly, meeting her brightly coloured hues, “I’m telling you now that Muddy won’t do anything good for you if you want to go far in life. It’s just a fact.” Lifting her shoulders lightly, she pressed on. “But, it will change you. You can come out of this fiery hell either stronger than ever, or weaker than ever; it’s up to you.” Reaching out to touch the other’s hand in comfort, “Trust me, I’ve been there.”

It wasn't as if Alice hadn't known that her life would slow down once she moved to Muddy Waters. That was pretty much the whole and entire point of moving there. Her work life back in Chicago was going at 120 miles per hour, and it wasn't like she couldn't admit that she enjoyed it. It simply reduced every other aspect of her life down to nothing. Outside of the hospital, she only had her mother. But after her death, there was nothing and no one to miss the blonde if she'd disappeared.

That very tragic realisation had made her decide to embark on a brand new chapter in a small town. Make some friendships she'd actially treasure, maybe even make a leap and trust people. Alice had never expected to experience half the things that she had in the brief six, nearly seven months she'd been living there. But this was her life now.

"I want to go far in the sense that I want my own damn clinic, Eva. I love Haven, but my God, my own clinic is my dream." It wouldn't be a hard thing to achieve, if she put her mind to it, and put in the effort and work she needed to. Alice could achieve that. Even if it took longer than she expected. "If Muddy wants to change me, I say bring it." She let her friend comfort her before sqeezing her hand and smiling. "It's just one of those times right now."

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southby:

“Ugh. Even worse. A conscience.“ Southby laughed. “No, that’s hard though.” He added in an effort to make sure she knew he was kidding even if he really wasn’t. “God, not at all.” Southby waved off the notion. “I just - well, y’know the canvas isn’t finished yet.” He said, indicating his freshly fucked face. “& if you tell me I need stitches or somethin’ right now, I’m walk around for the rest of the night thinkin’ about nothin’ else.”

Alice couldn't help but let out a laugh at his comment. "Haven't been able to shake it for years." She rolled her eyes, and shook her head. It was irritating, for sure, but she knew she would've been sat at home absolutely killing herself if she hadn't come. When he mentioned that she could look, she rose an eyebrow at how he said the canvas wasn't finished yet. Was he really considering fighting again? The doctor turned to face him, her eyes scanning his face before bringing a hand up to gently press around one of the wounds she'd had her eye on the moment he'd walked up to her. "Alright." Alice wouldn't tell him he needed stitches. Yet, anyway. Placing her hand down, she gave him a smile. "Once the.. canvas is complete, I'll have another look. But you're good."

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evaxreid:

Sat on the couch, Eva scooted around, trying to find the comfortable spot in order to listen to Alice readily. It had been a while since she’d had company in her home, more so a fellow female. Since Clara, no one else had really made the effort to get to know her, or bond with her in this home-y way, for that matter; Alice would be the latest and newest one to try.

Raising her brows at the other, the blonde looked rather amazed. “That’s quite deep, Alice.” She’d never really heard Alice get too serious into a topic without bursting into her warm-natured self. Now, she was sounding more gloom than bloom.

 “Care to elaborate on it? I mean,” gesturing to their set-up and to the bottle of wine, “I’m more than willing to listen, and we’ve got all night.”

Alice hadn't expressed her feelings to.. well, anyone, not that she could think of. It was an extremely rare occasion that she felt it was needed, that it would be beneficial for her to do so. So sat on Eva's couch, the words just spilled from her mouth without her even really thinking twice about them. She'd always been so careful with it.

She could've laughed at Eva's reaction, but instead let out a breath of one as she tried to collect her thoughts into a more understandable ramble instead of something so ambiguous. "My bad." She half apologised. No one was used to Alice speaking like this, she'd realised.

"I moved to get a fresh start." That's what she'd told everyone, anyway. "My move to the clinic was a career move, admittedly, and it worked, I'm not a hospital doctor anymore, I'm more specialised. But it's not going anywhere at the minute, and I'm usually so patient, but I feel so still. And you know, I don't know why I thought moving to a small town would improve my love life, but so far I've slept with someone ten years younger than me, and that's literally the extent of it."

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justfantasticisfine:

Ricky slid in after her, shutting the door before the car pulled away from the curb. He had a job to do, which usually meant being deceptive and sketchy as hell, so he figured Alice would benefit most if he kept the details to a minimum.

“I have a reservation at Ciao Osteria for a Mr. and Mrs. Tanner.” Cheeks dimpling, Ricky shot her a glance out of the corner of his eye. “How good are you at improv?”

Alice considered his vague answer for a moment, the question that followed explaining more to her than she thought she'd get out of him. She'd already taken the risk by getting into the car, not knowing where they were going. More than anything, she was intrigued and considered herself more than curious about the entire thing.

"Ciao Osteria? Darling, you shouldn't have." Alice glanced over at him, a smirk on her face as she figured it was enough of an answer to his question, a more than satisfactory response.

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harperxbrennan:

Harper had been walking around the facility for an hour or so, keeping an eye out for serious issues, but mostly giving out instant ice packs and bottles of water. It felt as though she was combating drunkenness more than any actual injuries yet. But once the fights really started to ramp up, maybe she’d be able to help. That was all she wanted to do….help.

Alice wasn’t hard to spot, she was literally in her work uniform. And well, it was kind of comforting to know someone else from the clinic was there. Given Harper was only a nurse, and knew perhaps a fraction of what Alice did. Approaching with her bag of supplies tightly strapped to her back, Harper leaned against the wall beside the older woman. “So am I”

Out of everyone in Muddy Waters, Harper Brennan was probably the last person she expected to see at such an event. Such an innocent person shouldn't be exposed to such things, but that was just the small town for you. "Wasn't expecting to see you, Harper." She decided to tell her, though looked over with a smile. The doctor adjusted her stance for a moment; her heels admittedly weren't the best decision of her evening.

Alice paused for a moment, observing the rest of the room. There were many she more than expected to turn up, it was as if she'd be surprised if they weren't there. She was trying not to have an opinion about the entire thing, but ever since she'd caught wind of the fight club as soon as she'd gotten into town, she couldn't help but frown whenever it came up. "So. What're your thoughts on the whole thing?" She questioned, curious.

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deputyxjones:

Clara was having a bad night. Admittedly, she wasn’t having a bad night compared to the people in the ring (some more than others), but she was having a bad night compared to most of the crowd. Having fought and made up with her dumbass boyfriend, fought and kind of made up with her dumbass friend, and fought and not at all made up with her former best friend, the brunette was just about ready to throw in the towel. God, she almost wished she’d been in the ring instead. At least that way she might have had a chance at concussing her way into forgetting the whole damn evening.

“Yes, because I definitely look like I’m loving life right now,” she quipped back sarcastically, leaning against the wall next to Alice with a bottle of beer in her hand. As she turned her head to face the blonde, however, there was a tired but genuine smile playing on her lips. “‘S good to see you, Alice. At least now I know that if Link really, really fucks up, you’ll be here to save his dumb ass.”

It seemed that lately, a lot had been going downhill for Clara and Alice. Not everything was related between the two, but the one positive that would always remain in the doctor's life was the fact that she still had her friend. She trusted her more than pretty much anyone in the town, and for good reason. Raising her eyebrows, and rolling her head to look over at Clara, the blonde let out a short laugh at her response.

"You know it's always good to see you Clara." She replied with an equal smile. Though Alice had to admit that she was jealous of the fact that she had a drink in her hand; she wasn't drinking, just in case. "I can't even count how many times I've patched the idiot up before, you can definitely trust me to do it again tonight if I need to."

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southby:

“Well there goes my first line.“ Southby smiled, popping the mouth guard out his mouth & giving the slobbery thing a nice sling through the air to their left before pocketing it. “No one says you gotta be here, y’know?“ Southby said with a slight frown. “Though I’m sure Rockwell appreciates you putting aside your better judgement to show up.”

"Just keeping you on your toes." Alice returned, smiling softly at the man before giving him a nod in acknowledgement to his reply. No one forced the blonde to be there. It was all her own choice. "No one apart from my conscience." She replied, raising her eyebrows. Though she was never the closest to Soren, she still knew him, and considered him a friend when he was around. It was nice to pay respects. "You too much of a man to let me look at your injuries?" She questioned after a pause, finally making eye-contact with him.

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Anyone who knew Alice knew she'd rather patch up her own worst enemy than wish them dead. She supposed that was the reason she was even here. Sitting at home knowing what was happening within the walls of this dark and oddly crowded storage facility, just didn't lie well with the doctor. Besides, she stuck out like a Goddamn sore thumb; she was easily the most formal in her work attire, that being where she'd come straight from.

She was there, nonetheless. Water in hand, leaning on one of the far walls, just in case. Alice felt a precense appear next to her, and didn't bother turning to see who it was. "Before you ask, I'm not exactly enjoying my time here. I'm paying my respects to Rockwell, and I'm just.. here if I'm needed." She gave a light shrug. A good enough excuse for the blonde.

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jordan-fraser:

Jordan rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly when Alice called him out for working while off-duty. He couldn’t really deny that when he was sitting right there, even though he was somewhat embarrassed to admit it. Still, he relaxed and sat up straighter in his seat, when Alice replied that she would like to get coffee sometime. No, not like. She said she’d love to get coffee. Jordan tried to ignore how his heartbeat quickened slightly at this realization.

“Um, yes, well, cool. Awesome. I’ll text you then?” he said, grimacing inwardly once more as he again made that a question when it didn’t have to be, adding a whole other level of awkward to the already awkward response.

"Well, we're technically having coffee now." She teased, glancing down at his own, before thinking about how it must have been cold, or long gone, by how long he'd probably been out there. Alice chuckled at his response, leaving a smile across her lips. He was truly adorable, his stutters and fillers something between amusement and something of endearment. "But yeah. You'll text me then." It wasn't a question, she was sure, but she answered anyway. Something to give him some sort of reassurement she supposed.

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southby:

“Now, you don’t look like the smartest individual I’ve ever seen, but I don’t think you’re blind either on account of the lack of a dog, or cane, or sunglasses, or some other such paraphernalia so I know you can see that that curb is clearly red.“

Alice was simply looking at the mis-parked car and frowning at it, when the man must have assumed it was hers. "Damn good thing it isn't mine, then." She commented with an amused expression on her face. "But thank you for the kind observation about my intelligence."

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maramarewild:

Mara glanced towards the other before staring down into her drink. “Ha. I’m drinking alone on a weekday, what do you think?” She retorted, her tone sarcastic. She gave Alice a bit of an apologetic smirk. Her snark was misdirected and she knew it. Be nice, she told herself. A little mantra for when she was feeling particularly miserable. She was somewhat compelled to behave around Alice. She couldn’t help feeling a bit bad for her after what had just happened. She’d been there before. She was sure Alice had her beat for shittiest night.

“Wine?” She wondered now, glancing toward the blonde’s drink. “Winding down after a long day of work or what?” Her hand wrapped around the cool wet surface of her glass before lifting it up to her lips. Mara knew what de-stressing looked like and Alice seemed to be the epitome of it.

Alice let out a scoff at Mara's sarcasm, leaving a smirk spread across her lips. It wasn't often she came across other women with a similar humour to herself, but waved off her apologetic look only hoping she'd relax about what she said around her. In all honesty, the blonde was fine with whatever was said, however it was said. In the nicest way possible, she couldn't care, as long as it carried conversation.

Humming at her observation, Alice lifted the glass ever so slightly as Mara's question directed towards her. "More like the usual. But yeah. Something like that." She was winding down from the nightmare day she'd had at the clinic, but it had become more of a habit to have a glass of wine after work. It had been hard there recently, always was once an event shook the town. Paranoia set out across residents, and suddenly they may have every medical condition under the sun. Something the blonde couldn't stand.

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evaxreid:

Eva audibly scoffed at said rumour. Clearly, Alice was playing with her, but she got a pass, considering that she was a close friend and all. Besides, she did have pizza and booze with her. 

“Well, isn’t that sweet of you.”As the doctor sat down, the blonde stood up, walking over to the quaint kitchen to get them some wine glasses, a bottle opener, and a roll of paper towel. “You always did know the way to my heart.” she teased, lightening up in spirit amidst the company.

Walking back over to the couch, she set down the glasses with a clink on the coffee table. “So, what’s up?” Eva posed the query, before sitting back down to join her.

"Always." She commented, ignoring Eva's snark as the blonde smirked, herself. Alice took the time she was across the room to take a look around her place. It was smaller than her own, of course, and she'd been there once or twice but never really been there. It was definitely made for Eva. It was more home-y than her place.

A lot was up, she supposed, considering her question as she plopped herself back down on the couch next to her. Grabbing the bottle of wine, Alice found herself shrugging. "Just been a heavy week, that's all." It was weird, for her. She wanted to actually talk to her friend about things, which wasn't normal for the doctor; usually she was incredible at putting on a front. "Usually I look at things and see how they're looking up, where they're going, you know? I haven't been able to do that. It's all very... stand-still."

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jeb-ayy-brams:

“Pretty much the same,” he shrugged, chewing on his lips. A lot had happened since the last time he’d talked to Alice, of course. He’d been in and out of jail, as well as having quit the job that had supported him and his family for about a year and a half. If he was being honest with himself and the woman, he’d probably admit that things weren’t great, but he was too stubborn to admit it. “Hard day at the practice?” he asked after a moment’s silence, nodding to the drink in her hand.

As Jeb spoke, Alice took smaller sips from her glass and nodded. They both had their own seperate lives, a lot had happened since they'd last spoken. But she wouldn't ask; with him, she'd learnt that asking and attempting to satisfy her curiosity wasn't the way to go. "Never an easy day at the practice." She gave him a shrug, commenting on his question without truly answering it. "It's been pretty tough lately. You can't have been having the best day either." She copied him by nodding at his drink.

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jordan-fraser:

Jordan smiled obliviously, as she mentioned he was smooth. He wasn’t sure what she meant by that. He did chuckle, though, as she scolded him on his lack of modern technology. “I have so many bills to pay, I can’t really afford a fancy smart phone,” he admitted, taking the Nokia back and pocketing it. “This works just as well.” He shrugged.

He smiled again, as she mentioned she wouldn’t be free all the time. “Don’t worry, I’m a bit of a workaholic myself, I think. But it’d be nice to get some coffee sometime?” He didn’t meant to phrase it as a question, and he felt somewhat like an idiot. But he tried his hardest not to show it.

Alice gave Jordan a light smile before he admitted he couldn't afford a smart phone. She rose her eyebrows before sipping on her coffee. "Not even a second-hand one?" She questioned. It made her curious about a lot of things to do with him, but she kept quiet for the time being. "I'm sure it does. Camera quality can't be great." She teased.

"You think? Jordan, you're literally off-duty and you've decided to work." She laughed, more at the situation, than at him. He was sweet, she'd decided. A huge contrast to their surroundings, that was for sure. "But yeah. I'd love to get coffee sometime." Alice replied with a smile.

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itsbobbycain:

Bobby kept his eyes focused on the man in front of him, he was burly with piggish eyes. Clearly someone who had peaked and lost their prime in Muddy Waters. Out of reflex, Bobby’s hands tightened, fingers curled into a fist. Though his original calling card back in Chicago had been a pair of brass knuckles, Bobby’s actual fists could still land quite the punch.

“You heard the lady, keep your hands to yourself,” Bobby said. He spoke slowly, took his time to pronounce each word for the bumbling meathead who blocked their path. Anger laced through every careful syllable. In an ideal world, Bobby would’ve just sat in his booth and waited for his phone call. Someone else to stand up for the blonde.

But now, Bobby couldn’t bring himself to walk away. He stood in front of someone who nearly matched his own height and despite the premature balding, was probably half his age. Yet there was a pull in Bobby’s gut, a grip to his fists. The first tastes of an adrenaline rush in his veins. Ready to challenge this anonymous local to throw down.  A dark urge for blood and broken teeth to end the night instead of drowning in cheap booze. Rather unfortunately, the piggish brute got the message. With another chuckle, he walked away back to his table and posse of ugly friends. Bobby turned back to the blonde, she seemed a bit shaken but otherwise alright.

“You want a drink?” Bobby asked. He could use one and was sure she probably could too.

It was rare that Alice recently regret her actions; she was usually so good with thinking before she spoke, or before she did anything. She had to, in her line of work. One false interpretation in her conclusions, or one misplaced prescription and she was more than deemed a worse doctor than she was. And God, the woman was good.

It wasn't the fact that the man was intimidating, it was watching the conflict between the man, and the one who'd stuck up for her. It was oddly rare, these days, that the offer of help was even proposed. Alice's eyes flickered down towards his clenched hand, and she rose an eyebrow at how much this situation had escalated. At how much this man had gotten himself involved. It made her.. curious.

Raising her eyebrows back to the man's face once he spoke, she raised her chin a little higher than she'd been holding her head in the interaction, and watched the other's reaction. Oddly enough, he seemed to back off, and Alice couldn't have felt more grateful that he'd stepped in. "Want? More like need." She breathed out, swallowing before nodding. "Would love one."

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wes-philips:

Wes’ ears perked up as his eyes drifted to the blonde sitting across from him. His eyebrows lifted in surprise as he paused from thumbing through the bills to focus on what she’d just said. “Really?” he asked, a smile growing across his face before he stepped out of the way of a lagging employee still sweeping the floors. “I think that sounds like a hell of a plan.”

A few more minutes of worked passed, the remaining employee left, and they were truly alone. He re-counted the money one more time, eventually settling on a number and locking the drawer for the night in the safe for Wyatt to handle. He tucked it in an enclosed space behind the counter, eager to get the hell out of here. “I got your tab,” he spoke before clocking out and grabbing his coat, putting it on over his beer-stained sweater. “Before we go, you wanna see something cool?” he asked, making his way to the other side of the counter where she patiently waited.

Alice was happier than she'd initially thought she'd be when he agreed to walking her home. It didn't only mean that she'd get home safe, but she'd also get the priviledge of walking home with the new guy. It couldn't hurt getting to know him, and besides - he seemed nicer than most the people in this God forsaken town. She hummed at his response of shock, and a smile crossed her face once more.

As the minute hand got further around the face on her watch, the last other person in the bar left, and they were alone in the little building. Her eyes watched his actions, not really bothering to wander around to anywhere else in the room, and yet Alice didn't mind if she was clocked doing it. She stood when he told her he had her tab, and raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?" She questioned. The blonde wouldn't exactly complain, but she felt terrible about not paying. "Always." Another smile in response to his question.