Amberly Jacobs

Brilliant Mind; Forgetful Nature | Medical Patient | 21 | Brain Tumor & Short Term Memory Loss

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Homesick On Halloween || Open

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hollypendleton‌:

“Yeah. I miss my parents too,” Holly nodded. She remembered how she’d cried when her parents had dropped her off. She hadn’t cried since, but more often than not her daydreams brought her back home.  “Maybe if you ask someone they’ll let you call someone. Or mail a letter. My parents said they would see me at Thanksgiving and Christmas.”

“I’m Holly,” Her eyes lit up as she noticed the noetbook. “Oh! Are you a writer? My dad’s a writer.”

                Maybe if you ask someone they’ll let you call someone - or mail a letter. Oh the innocence of children. Amberly had voluntarily enrolled herself in Brielle as such she was certain that most of the rules that applied to the other patients didn’t apply to her. She was allowed full access to the phones, mailing services and the like. It wasn’t exactly special treatment but the Jacobs girl was free to walk out those front doors any time she liked, it was by choice that she kept herself locked away behind them. If Brielle couldn’t fix her then no one could, it was a simple fact. “I’ll do that, thanks, must be nice to know when they’re coming for a visit, huh?” The Jacobs girl asked sweetly, cocking her head to the side as the little girl continued on.

                “Nice to meet you, Holly. I’m Amberly.” The decreeable beauty piped, simultaneously scribbling down the girls name in flawless penmanship. Another smile flittered across her pink petals as Holly asked her next question. “Not exactly.” She explained, as if she were telling the small girl a large secret. “My brain is a little bit…broken. I can’t remember very much, so I write it all down - see?” She turned the book then, allowing Holly to filter through the pages if she so chose. “That’s so neat about your dad though - what kind of things does he write?” The Jacobs girl inquired, sandy hues never leaving the petite frame of the little girl.

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Memory Through Music || Charlie & Amberly

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charlieswann‌:

Therapy had been really fucking shit. Again. Dana decided she needed some time off. So the kind and enthusiastic brunette was no where to be found. The news of being transferred back to the head of the institute, Doctor Wright himself, made him shiver. Okay, he had a couple of sessions with the older male when he just took over, and they weren’t all that bad. But right now, after all the shit he had pulled. Being caught not once but twice by staff far past curfew the last week… It was a shit session, of him being nervous as fuck of being scolded, so even less sleep and the male indeed being rather mad at him and taking away his gym privileges since he had punched a wall again… 

With the words of the older male still ringing in his ears. The new prescription of another set of medicines on the ever growing list of shit that isn’t working at fucking all. He took an insecure step into the gloomy music room. Even with it’s many windows, the room could be so freaking dark if the lights were off and the weather was shit like today. With a small sigh he turned the lights on, the room being so uncomfortably bright he immediately turned them off again. That splitting head ache still filling his entire fucking brain. At least the piano was still there. No one to listen to him at the moment. 

The old instrument was luring him in. Even without any sound it was like the instrument had a soul. A soul begging to be played, the room inviting him to play tunes as dark or light as he felt. As warm or cold as the room felt to him. It was almost like he levitated to the instrument. His fingers gliding over the ivory keys before slowly sitting down. His fingers already playing a tune before he could even think about what he wanted to play in the first place.

It was almost always like this. The first few songs, he had no influence whatsoever. The first piece that had flown out of him was indeed a piece filled with some kind of pain, some kind of fuck this all I don’t want to do this shit anymore. But just like a the storms at the beginning of autumn, it was gone before he knew it. His mind wandering back to his old house. The book filled with classical music his mom bought him. With the reasoning he had to learn somehow, even though he knew his mom loved classical piano music and just wanted to hear him play it. 

The tunes were old. Were home. They brought him back to the small fire roaring in the fireplace as his mom hummed along. Rose sitting on the couch with a book or texting her friends. The smell of meatloaf coming out of the kitchen. The key turning in the door as he heard his dad coming back home. It was all so much easier back then. Back home. Back with Rose. Just smiles and music. Even though even back then he wasn’t always as mentally healthy as a person should be. No one noticing but him and his twin sister, but the both of them not worrying about it because they didn’t know better. 

The small cough ripped him back into reality. His fingers hovering above the ivory keys, debating to either continue or to stop playing for the rest of the day. He decided to keep it in the middle and rest his fingers on top of his lap, slowly turning around to see who had entered the room. Seeing a face he could not recognize. “I-It’s fine..! And thanks I guess~”

                A smile fell across the brunettes lips as the other male turned to face her, his blue green hues piercing through her soul. Timid was a word the scholar might use to describe him, but there was something oh so charming about that feature. “I shouldn’t have snuck up on you, but that song…” 

She trailed off, topaz hues falling to the ground as she was reminded of better times, when she’d been on the fast track to success, had all her ducks in a row. All it took was one little flick of a wrench and here she was, drafted within Brielle’s walls hoping desperately that the doctors here might have a better idea of how to fix her - because the ones back in Virginia certainly hadn’t.

                “I’m Amberly.” She suddenly said, snapping out of her deja vu moment in order to extend her hand for a shake, she wasn’t quite sure why - it just seemed the most appropriate action. Once that was finished she began to rifle through her satchel bag, finding the leather bound notebook nestled cozily within it’s confines. From there she flipped it open, finding the people tab easily just as she slipped her pen from it’s assigned slot. She’d scribble his name down in flawless penmanship when he gave it and give a smile when he no doubt asked what on earth it was for.

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His cold eyes squinted at her, some attempt to be strong was clear but internally Alistair laughed at it. He kept the phone out of her reach as the other hand kept her back away from him. “Who are you calling an idiot, bitch?” He growled, “you better find yourself some manners if you want something from me.”

                BITCH. Well, wasn’t he just a pleasant cup of lemon tea. “Look I don’t know who shit in your Wheaties today, but I was just trying to have a conversation. It won’t happen again. Now p l e a s e - give it BACK.” There was heavy sarcasm as Amberly asked politely for her device back. Clearly there was a reason this male, who would apparently remain nameless for the time being, was alone within the confines of the gym. It occurred to her then that perhaps she should be a little more cautious in approaching other patients within the facility. For all she knew this person suffered from some explosive anger that would have her on the receiving end of a violent out burst. Surely there would be repercussions for that though - but did the brunette really want to risk it?

                “Please.” She attempted again, this time removing most of the venom from her words. Antagonizing him wasn’t going to get her anywhere and so long as he kept his grip tightly locked around the secondary extension of her brain Amberly was going to have to play into this little charade, as much as she wanted to spout off every sharp word she could, the discerning beauty was more than capable of a little manipulation herself. She’d been studying psychology after all - getting into someone else head space wasn’t very difficult for her, reading people had always been a talent of the Jacobs girl’s. Softness reflected against her features then, the way he’d said ‘you’d better find yourself some manners if you want something from me’ told her everything she needed to know in that moment. This guy was on a constant head trip, more than likely had an inflated ego and no doubt wanted to put others down - all this she gathered within the span of a few seconds. It really was a shame that Amberly suffered such memory loss - if her brain could just function normally she would have been on the fast track to becoming one of the top rated Psychologists in the state.

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“No worries, I was headed there anyways, feeling pretty run down” he sighed, his voice sounding rather exhausted and fed up. This was mostly caused by the fact that he again had to take one of his obligatory naps in order to feel normal. The worst part was that he never knew for how long he would doze off so parts of his day were just missing. Oliver had crystal clear memory, but he still had gaps in his mind due to his condition and he hated it. It always felt like his days were extremely unproductive because of it, which was usually not the case. Nevertheless, he knew he should not complain and just accept it and move on. Complaining was not going to solve his problems or the excessive tiredness he was feeling on a daily basis.

“Is that like a diary or something?” he asked, taking a glimpse in the notebook she was holding in her hands. He had not seen anyone doing this before, but figured it was probably connected to the reason why she was here. “Oliver” he nodded. “Nice to meet you Amberly.. did you just arrive here?” he asked seeing that she was obviously new since she still had no idea where her actual room was.

                With the newly gathered information and recognition that the male before her, here by known as Oliver, would indeed be helping her along to her room, Amberly began to scribble thusly against the blank page she had flipped open. A smile creeped across her lips as he inquired about it’s contents, to wit she found herself shaking her head and raised her sandy pools to meet his gaze. “Yes, I did and no, not exactly…” 

She began, a half smirk encompassing her features as they began to move throughout the corridor, Oliver taking the lead. “I have short term memory loss, and yes, I know, it totally sucks.” There was nothing in the world the Jacobs girl hated more than pity and she would be damned if anyone was going to start tossing that nuance around while she was present. “Regardless those were the cards I was dealt so I’m dealing with it. This-“ She tapped the book with her pen to emphasize her point, “Is like an extension of my brain, one that doesn’t get erased so easily. It helps me keep track of things, like people that I’ve met, they also gave me this.” With that the lanky brunette fished into her back pocket and produced a cell phone, simcard-less of course, preventing any incoming or outgoing calls and texts, the device was strictly for photographs and notes if she so chose, though there was something about having the very physical copy within her grasp that comforted the studious woman.

                “Speaking of, do you mind if I take your picture? It will help me remember you later.” She said softly, giving Oliver a polite smile as she shifted her grasp on her book, gracefully sliding the pen inside it’s slot before tucking the book under her arm. She had a satchel bag slung over her shoulder but the fact of the matter was she was only going to be taking a quick picture then return to writing - there was no point in placing it back within it’s holster just yet.

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          –       Exhaustion had sunk into her bones, only taking a few bad days for the young woman to lose sight of herself in this relentless fatigue. In a HAZE, she stumbled on weak legs to the garden, the most freeing place her tired mind had brought her to, only to fall asleep the moment she came to pause in the grass midst the chilled autumn air. So sensitive to the cold, yet the impending winter remained her favorite season, the cool wind only sapped her energy further & kept her lulled within exhaustion’s embrace. However long she had been amongst the ground & the cold, certainly SOMEONE would take a double-glance at the brunette as her limbs trembled lightly, curling responsively inwards as uncontrollable unconsciousness stretched on.

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                Another day another test. There would always be tests where the Jacobs girl was concerned, whether she was attempting to figure out the way to the bathroom without glancing at her notes first thing in the morning, or deciphering whether or not the simple act of repetition would allow something to stick a little better within the grey matter that was her mind ( the result of which always proved fruitless ) Amberly Jacobs would test herself; and today was just like any other.

                She wandered the garden grounds, this time in the effervescent glint of the mid afternoon sun as opposed to the troubled darkness that had proved her better just a few nights prior. She’d remembered her jacket this time as well, it’s lined down feathered innards protecting her from the bite the autumn wind had to offer. Winter was on the air assuredly, lord only knew when the first flakes of snow would start to fall. It was as the Jacobs girl took this stroll, for lack of a better word,  that she happened across a body. Topaz shaded hues widened at the sight, a few blinks of registration stuttering her view momentarily. There was no hesitation on Amberly’s part as she moved forward, quickly finding herself kneeling before the figure that was deathly cold to the touch.

 “Hey, HEY.” She chimed, thankful for the satchel bag that held her notebook and simcard-less cell phone so that she might use her hands to jostle the girl awake.

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Amberly Antoniette Jacobs 

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edgeofchase‌:

“Blimey, that little book is quite the useful tool, yeah?” He grinned at her. “I ain’t… gonna remember most of that, but I’ll give it my best shot. I reckon the Sebastian one will stick, ‘cause you called him fit. Peaked my interest.” He smirked, throwing her a wink. “But uh, yeah, yer welcome. ‘Course, no problem. And, er, I’m room 450. Ya know, if ya ever need anythin’ or whatnot. M’sure I’d always be open for the company, anyway.” He shrugged. 

And at her confession about her memory, he nodded, his brows pulling down on the sides. “Oh—shite, sorry love. Sounds blood miserable. Well, uh. Reckon maybe you won’t find me in my room then. But I could always come back and harass ya,” he said, throwing her another hopeful grin. Truthfully, any positive connection for Chase was one he’d try to hang on to. Especially in a place so lonely, where he was so out of his element. 

                When Chase mentioned his room number Amberly quickly scribbled that fact down, wanting to ensure she knew where to find him should she ever desire another pleasant chat. That was the ting about stm, it was so incredibly HARD to build a lasting relationship with someone because you were constantly building a new one. Tomorrow the odds were that she would wake up, refresh herself with her notebook, sure enough run into Chase and try to feel the same feelings she had felt today but how on earth could that be possible? Just because she wrote; 

- seems kind and funny - helped you to your room - you had a very nice chat

Didn’t mean a damn thing. But unfortunately that was the way the brunettes life had been for the past few months, with her constantly adjusting and learning new strategies in which to acclimate to this hardware reset nearly each and every night, sometimes even sooner. It was randomized, the chalkboard like clearing of her brain, like massive erasers cutting through painstakingly etched scrawling against the slate stone. Sometimes Amberly was able to hold on to entire days, even after she woke the next morning - only to have those memories deleted mid morning, at the very latest by lunch. For as long as the Jacobs girl had been suffering from her stm she had never once been able to grasp a memory for longer than a day and a half.

The record for the shortest time frame was unprecedented though. On her worst days, in her most troublesome moments, the brunette had ceased to recall the topic of conversation - mid speech; Amberly had simply lost it. This was why she did her best to jot everything down as it happened, to scrawl in her perfectly precise penmanship each and every moment that passed her by. It was no way to live honestly, through the pages of a book instead of in the moment. But she had to adjust, had to learn some way to cope that wasn’t just a carer following her around for the rest of her life - that would surely be the end of the Jacobs girl.

                “I’d like that.” 

She smiled at the notion of being ‘harassed’ by Chase. He seemed like a sweet guy, the kind of person Amberly could very quickly see herself bonding with, memory issue or not. With that the mahogany haired mistress ran a hand absently over her back pocket - the motion reminding her that she was in possession of a simcard-less cell phone, the intended purpose of which was to take photographs of places and people she would need to remind herself of later. “Oh! See, they just gave me this and already I’ve forgotten.” The Jacobs began, tugging the device from her jeans pocket. “Do you mind if I take a picture? When I read over my notes in the morning  it’ll help me remember who you are.” A smile laced itself over her pink petals as she spoke, simultaneously drawing her finger over the screen in order to open the phones camera app.

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Homesick On Halloween || Open

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Halloween. The paper decorations hung from the ceiling in an attempt to brighten up the place… or rather, darken in. Whenever it came to holidays, especially those like his birthday or Christmas, he felt distant. His body was there but his mind was watching around him which was incredibly lonely.

This year was no different. Parker purposely removed himself from the exciting events and sat in the hallway, his back against the cold wall and his knees brought up to his chest to make him as small as he could go. Pen in hand, his finger tips flew ahead of his brain and words were being written into his scruffy notebook. It was almost falling apart, now, and he hoped that the staff would let him have another.

Lost in his words, he heard the noise of someone exiting a room and almost trying to catch their breath. He knew those sounds all too well and although he didn’t like interacting with others, he would never want to see another human suffer. Particularly if he was the one causing the suffering.

He turned to the side and saw a girl at the opposite end of the hall. 

“Hey, are you okay?”

                The brunette hadn’t noticed the practically minuscule frame of the male hidden in the dim light on the opposite end of the hall. When the voice came from seemingly no where, Amberly gasped, clutching her notebook to her stomach as the moisture that threatened to fall from her eye lids ceased it’s welling. Sandy coloured hues searched their surrounding and rather quickly the Jacobs girl was able to find the source of the voice; a male, another patient it would seem as she was certain no staff member would be so compacted against the floor like he was. “Yeah - yeah I’m fine, sorry, you startled me.” She added wondering just how long he had been there but all the while knowing he must have witnessed her leave the rec room.

               Amberly began to take a few steps toward him, pausing only a foot from where he had chosen to compact himself. “Better question; are you?” She queried, head tilting to the side slightly allowing a few of her chestnut tendrils of hair to fall free from behind her ear.

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Hearing the shrill of her voice sent a shiver down Demetria’s spine – all she had to do was take one singular look at the girl for her nose to immediately crinkle, wishing to turn away and continue on with her day – as far away as possible from the prude in some type of high neck jumper and pinafore. Okay, even if she wasn’t wearing that, it seemed as though the kind of outfit she would wear – aka, one that Demi would not be caught D E A D in. Amberly looked like EPITOME of a nerd; one that Jared would probably appreciate all too much. He had a thing for younger girls and this schoolgirl trope seemed to fit the description far too much for her liking. God, Demi could bet that she was smart and one of her favourite books was probably The Great Gatsby – just typical. There weren’t many people that the brunette had seen as a THREAT… Not everybody possessed the beauty that she did, nor did they have the wits or smarts but this girl? She was gorgeous in her own little way and without a doubt, carried a smart mind around with her – why else would she be roaming around with a notebook? As that thought cast upon her mind, the idea of dismissing the new girl ( who didn’t seem FIT to be carved into a minion ) had quickly scurried away, a new plan hatching into the mind of Demetria Rivers. Surely, if she BEFRIENDED this person and gave her a welcoming on her first day, then she would feel obliged to remain loyal to Demi. 

This entire ASSUMPTION was based purely on the fact that Jared may have felt an attraction to her… For all Demi knew, Jared hadn’t even saw the girl roaming the corridors yet – let alone know her. Demetria was just doing what she did best and that was following a stereotype. How could she resist? She was a living, BREATHING stereotype for crying out loud.

The least she could do was put on a false smile and attempt to help Amberly. There was no issue that faking a kind smile, right? With a quick exhale from her nostril, uptight shoulders flopping down into more of a relaxed gesture – the beauty took off before uttering a word, ankles slowly hopping through the corridor as she waited for Amberly to catch up and start walking alongside her. Demetria was the leading STAR after all, she needed the head start. “Room 302? It’s on the next floor by the way – what are you doing on the adult medical ward anyway? Most people who enter through those doors are for the psychiatric ward.” Just like her, though Demi was the FIRST person to deny her disorder. It seemed to be a running theme in hospitals like this; denying that you were even ill and the doctors had it oh so wrong. Most of the people surrounding her in Brielle were fucked up but Demetria Rivers? She was perfectly normal. Sure, she liked a little attention here and there but didn’t everybody? Okay, maybe not to the extent that she did but she was only human. Whilst Demetria’s own thoughts were rather frosty, her exterior deemed otherwise – open, whilst her arms swayed from side to side and chocolate tendrils rolled over her back. Her body sauntered through the corridor with a confidence, a smile flashing to each person that she roamed past as she heard Amberly trying to keep up behind – her longer legs not letting her down. 

“And what is with that notebook?”

                The next floor? Had she really gotten that turned around? As the other woman continued to babble about where she thought Amberly belonged the brunette took her pen and scratched through the verse entirely knowing that later she would rewrite the instructions on a cleaner page, thus saving herself from toting around several of these damnable note books.

As the shorter brunette began to lead the way Amberly found herself speed walking for a moment, simply in order to catch up with her. She was small, but hell if this girl wasn’t quick. “Well, both questions have the same answer - I have short term memory loss.” The dowery beauty shrugged knowing this was the point in the conversation that she hated. Despite the fact that she couldn’t exactly recall anyone’s reaction to her words the Jacobs girl was rather skilled at reading people and generally a reaction to news like that would inherit the following; oh I’m so sorry or really? that’s awful and the one that made Amberly cringe the hardest, you poor thing. PITY was an emotion the Jacobs girl didn’t like to receive, regardless of whether or not she would forget the interaction in the morning. The point was, having other people feel bad for her was a concept that simply had the Jacobs girl feeling icky. They weren’t supposed to feel bad for her - she was incredibly intelligent for christ sake, an IQ through the roof and the test scores to prove it, not to mention how easily she found herself predicting the actions of others thanks to her astute ability to read them. People were supposed to envy Amberly, not sympathize with her. “And please, before you say you’re sorry, or anything like that just - don’t. I’m well aware that it sucks the big one, I just like to get it out of the way.”

 She made a motion with her hand, as if it were a knife slicing forward through the air before replacing her grip on the leather bound note book.

                “That being said could you tell me your name? Oh, and if you wouldn’t mind posing for a selfie too that’d be great.” The brunette had written a brief description of the girl beneath the space she planned to put her name and the simcard-less cell weighed heavily within her jeans pocket, simply waiting to be used for it’s intended purpose. The images were a nice slide show of reminders - especially when Amberly took the time in the morning to flip through each and every one before the day officially started. That seemed to be the easiest method for the Jacobs girl, to rewrite all the information she had collected throughout the day onto neater sheets to replace the scrawl that inhabited the notebook that night and reread it all the next morning, allowing her at least a fighting chance in recognizing the faces she would be presented with. Sometimes information stuck around for more than a day ( though it would ultimately vanish like the rest ) other times Amberly would struggle to recall what she had just said a moment ago but despite this constant random deletion of information from her mind the Jacobs girl was hopeful. Given the astute combination of medications the institute was feeding her she was confident sooner of later they would figure out just the right mix.

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Memory Test // Amberly & Piper

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      The answer to any question that ended with ‘soon’ was a word Piper absolutely detested. There was no concrete answer in that answer. Did soon mean; seconds, minutes, hours or weeks? Maybe it went so far as to mean a months or a year. Either which way, it wasn’t a word for someone of the intern’s personality to accept wholly. Structure and order were the absolutes in Piper’s life. She had a little OCD in that sense - not that it was anything worrisome. Being such an astute individual who lived through order by schedule in her life and NOT wanting to dive into the unknown gave her a sense of comfort. As odd as it sounded. But when she was aware of what was happening it made her feel at ease that there would be no surprises. Especially when it came to her job. By no means would she EVER be slacking; that wasn’t in Piper’s personality. She was an extremely dedicated individual - maybe a little too dedicated. Yet at twenty years old and she was here already interning under a doctor, she knew it was all paying off in the end. But that was also because she wasn’t dealing with surprises and she knew what was happening.. Unlike now.

      Scanning through the important material of the file for Amberly Jacobs, the intern was honestly a little annoyed with her boss. But who was she to talk back to him - unless she wanted to be reprehended. The most Piper got from her short conversation with Sebastian was that Amberly would be one of their patients and that she had a brain tumor and short term memory loss. That was literally all she knew about the patient who was apparently going to show up SOON. ‘Whenever the hell that is’ The intern scoffed in annoyance. 

Who knew if the girl would even be able to find where she was going if she had short term memory loss. Piper would probably be waiting all day for her to show up only for her to just show up randomly and really irk the spitfire. God forbid that happen. It wouldn’t be pleasant for either the staff member or the patient.

      The trip between Piper’s office and Sebastian’s wasn’t a relatively long walk, yet there was enough time in that frame for someone to waltz into the intern’s office without permission and just have a seat.       As the brunette who was sat in the chair turned her attention to Piper and actually deemed what the intern would call an attitude towards her because she was “late”,immediately Piper wanted to say something back; unprofessionally. Besides, there wasn’t a chance she’d remember anything tomorrow. So really, was there any need to hold her tongue back so tightly from speaking? ‘I’m late?! I didn’t even know you were showing up! And who just opens a closed door and makes themselves at home - Seriously! I can only imagine how many people you must irritate.‘ In all honesty, it was probably best she did no such thing - just in case. Instead, the intern pressed her plump cherry red lips together tightly in means of calming herself down should she say or do something she would regret. Her hazel hues took in the young female before her, taking her time in finding the right words to speak. Who knows if that girl would be easily offended or not - even though she wouldn’t remember a thing tomorrow.

“You must be Amberly Jacobs then. Sorry, I wasn’t made aware of your arrival until just a few minutes ago, nor was I informed of what time you’d be showing up today.”

      The intern explained. Although she wasn’t the least bit sorry. Maybe if Amberly had waited OUTSIDE her office then Piper may have been a little less cranky. However the reality of it was, the intern hadn’t given off the best first impression considering she was late for an appointment she didn’t even have a freaking clue about!

“I have your file here but I haven’t gone through it as thoroughly as I would normally.”

      Piper indicated as she held the file Sebastian had given her in her hand before strolling into her office and shutting the door behind her. She walked around the brunette to the opposite side of the desk where she took a seat in front of her and opened the file once more and looking over the information once again.

“So, from what it looks like, you have a brain tumor that doesn’t seem to growing nor shrinking. And you suffer from short term memory loss. Is there anything else health wise I need to know about?”

      She asked, now turning her hazel hues from the file in front of her to the actual patient for any other clarification she was missing.

                The brunette nodded at the confirmation of her name; yes, she was Amberly Jacobs, and YES; the red head should be apologizing for not being punctual. There was a flicker within the Jacobs girl that reflected bitterness just then, a high sour note that coated the inside of her mouth as she considered the fact that Dr. Ramsey had seen fit to send his intern to look after her. Wasn’t her case enough to warrant a meeting with her actual doctor? Why then had she been schluffed off to the side, as if she were the wilted spinach on a plate of ooey gooey veal parmesan? Amberly swallowed this though, steeling herself against the feeling of spite that so desperately wanted to make itself known within the confines of this ‘doctors’ tiny office, despite how the next few words out of the crimson haired woman’s lips were like gasoline to that very feeling. I haven’t gone through your file as throughly as I would normally. Well why not. Was the woman just being lazy? Simply not taking each and every case seriously like she ought to? More quiet malice tumbled within the brunette’s chest so much so that Amberly found herself needing to heave a quiet sigh in order to relinquish her desperate desire to chew Piper out.

“No. Nothing else.” She answered sharply, pursing her petal pink lips together between words to quell the vast number of insults that may very well have hurled themselves forth like some inelegant word vomit. She took another breath, this one a little more audible as she readjusted her position in the seat, quickly drawing out her notebook from the satchel that perched itself against the back of the chair. The Jacobs girl flipped the book open quickly, finding the people tab rather easily and withdrew her pen from it’s slotted position against the pages. “Though if you don’t mind I’d like to keep the tumour aspect to closed doors. I already forget most things, I don’t need the people here pitying me for that too.”

                There was something about Piper, an air that she held or a vibe that Amberly could easily discern that told her she and the vixen were not so different. To the brunette, Piper was studious, intelligent, clean cut and to the point. All things Amberly was and it was this realization that had the Jacobs girl reeling back her animosity, deciding to chalk up their unfortunate first moments to hormones or something of the like. “We’re supposed to be discussing my further treatment…at least I think.”

 In truth the appointment’s purpose was to determine whether or not Amberly needed more frequent boughts of chemotherapy - as well as an increase in the meds she was prescribed. The fact that the tumour wasn’t growing was miraculous - but at only two doses of chemo a month, those of which occurred bi weekly, there was a good possibility that she would be subjected to more radiation not to mention the constant shifts in medicinal cocktails she was required to toss back on the daily.

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Homesick On Halloween || Open

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hollypendleton‌:

Holly had been pleasantly surprised that, even with this place being what it was, Halloween celebrations had not fallen by the wayside.  In fact, it seemed to be encouraged. She’d heard someone talking about a costume contest, and that was something Holly was definitely interested in winning. Thank goodness she’d been able to convince her parents to let her pack her costume.

However, not everyone seemed to be in the same high spirits Holly was. As she traversed the hallways- hoping to find a craft room of some sorts, preferably one with glitter- she noticed an older girl who was most decidedly not happy. And being unhappy on Halloween was not something Holly could stand for. 

“Hey, are you alright?” she said, approaching the other. “Do you want some candy or something? That always helps me cheer up.”

                The sound of another voice briskly pulled the brunettes attention from her self pity party. Her sandy hues happened upon a young girl and with her words Amberly couldn’t help but quirk a smile; an offer of candy, how terribly sweet. “No,” She said with a whisper of a laugh, pulling herself from the wall that seemed to be supporting most of her weight. “But thank you, that’s very sweet.” A fuller smiled crossed her pink petals then. “I’ll be just fine, missing home I guess.” Amberly admitted some how feeling it was alright to confirm a spell of home sickness to a child. There was something about children that was freeing, how you could tell them anything without repercussion of what a fully mature mind might think. Had this been an older individual the Jacobs girl might not have ventured so much information, having settled instead for the classic ‘I’m fine’ - but this girl, there was something warm behind her eyes and it gave Amberly hope.

                “What’s your name?” She questioned, squatting down as she simultaneously flipped open her leather bound notebook in order to access the people tab within.

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alistairxtheripper‌:

Another memory issue - that swirled excitement in Alastair’s core. He could have fun with that. Truth was, he was bored and needed something to play with. “Yeah, I do mind,” he said yanking the phone from her hands. “They gave you a phone? How did you manage that. I can use it to get the fuck out of here.”

Originally posted by loganlemans

                His words weren’t exactly a shock, not considering the way his body language read, that coupled with the quickness with which the abrasive male snatched her phone away had Amberly deciding very early on she wasn’t going to like this man very much at all. “Hey!” She squeaked, slender fingers clambering for the phone that was no longer within her grasp. “There’ no SIM card in it you idiot. No calls or texts it’s strictly for pictures, like I said - but I’m assuming you’re a bit hard of hearing.” 

The brunette piped, acid thick within her tone as she struggled to relinquish her phone from his grasp. “Now give it BACK.” Usually the Jacobs girl was friendly, but reading others was something the dowery beauty excelled at and as a result she knew politeness was a trait that would be wasted on this individual. 

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alistairxtheripper‌:

Alistair brought his dark cold eyes to the direction of the voice, a slow growl reverbing from his throat. “No one is hitting anyone,” he sighed, “at least not yet.” His look narrowed as the girl flipped through a note book in her hands, “what the hell is that?”

Originally posted by nerdysuccess

             “I just meant the punching bag…” The Jacobs girl began but was cut off by the overly abrasive male inquired about her note book. She gazed down quickly, golden irises finding and empty page staring right back at her. “This? My notebook. I have a bit of a memory issue so I use it as a refresher. As well as this.” She said, fishing in her pocket for the simcard-less cellular device. 

“It’s just for corresponding pictures though. Speaking of which - do you mind?” Amberly asked, cocking her head to the side slightly as she began to swipe open the phones camera feature. 

             There was something about the male that came off as brash, but the Jacobs girl wasn’t one to be intimidated easily. Granted she had no martial arts training of any kind but that didn’t mean she was going to cower when this potential douchebag raised his voice to her.

[amberlyjacobs-blog]

#BHQCOSTUMECONTEST

⇢ This halloween Amberly will be dressed as the iconic DAISY BUCHANAN ⇢ She has chosen the bedazzled party flapper dress ( far right ) and feathered head band              ( top ) ⇢ For footwear Ms. Jacobs had selected the simple black heel ⇢ Her notebook and cell will be tucked away in a matching pocket book for easy access

[briellecapello]

Memory Test // Amberly & Piper

The day had been rather slow and uneventful  for the new medical intern, which made her bored out of her skull. If there was one thing Piper Capello didn’t like, it was boredom. She felt as if she always needed to be doing something - even if it was brushing up on a little studying about the medical field. Yet heaven forbid she sit at her desk all day twiddling her thumbs while anticipating for something eventful to happen - even a check up. Anything. But today was clearly not her day. She was just doomed to have a mind numbingly uneventful day.

It may have been wishful thinking to assume after lunch that things could be a little more lively, but who knows. According to Piper’s schedule, there really was nothing in her itinerary that required her assistance today. There were no surgeries going on today that she could assist Dr. Ramsay in. Nor were there any medical check ups that required her attention. Perhaps she just should have stayed home today or brought a book to read had she known the day was going to be like this.

Thinking that she could always take a little walk to stretch her legs, Piper could only hope it would clear some of her boredom. 

Just as the intern had left her room and turned right, there was a multitude of quick vibrations going off in the coat of her right pocket - her cellphone. Piper pulled the device from it’s pocket as the caller ID read ‘Sebastian Ramsay’ - a call she HAD to answer seeing as how it was her boss.

“Hello?… Yes, I’ll be right there.”

Short and to the point. With the call having ended, Piper put the phone back in her pocket and changed her course of direction to Dr. Ramsay’s office. There was a patient of his he wanted her to take a look over, which meant she needed to grab that patients file seeing as how she didn’t have it yet. Once she arrived to her destination, they exchanged a short quip of words before his intern walked off with the new patients file and back to her office where this patient who’s name was Amberly Jacobs was meant to come by and see her today. What time though Piper didn’t know - Sebastian just said soon and to go back to her office. And so with her nose buried in the open file as her eyes began to skim through the information, Piper’s attention changed once she arrived back to her office however. Now she could swear she closed that door. She ALWAYS kept her door shut, whether she was inside or not. Yet here it was partially open which had the intern scowling on the inside as her thin red brows narrowed in irritation. 

Who had the audacity to walk into her closed door office and NOT even close the door all the way?!

Taking a deep breath, Piper pushed the rest of the door open to be met with the intruder - all the while trying to keep a scowl and cold expression on her features. Instead, she remained neutral as her eyes looked over her room to see the intruder

“Excuse me, do we have an appointment today?”

@amberlyjacobs

[amberlyjacobs-blog]

             Off to be poked an prodded, but really what choice did the poor Jacobs girl have? This wasn’t going to be an appointment entered around the unfortunate truth that was her lack lustre memory - no this timed meeting had an entirely more sinister undertone. The almond sized brain tumour nestled within the grey matter of Amberly’s brain hadn’t been growing ( thank god ) but it wasn’t shrinking either even with the bi monthly doses of chemo therapy the already frail girl was enduring. This appointment was going to be an attempt to remedy that - to asses how healthy the Jacobs was and determine whether or not she would be able to handle a slightly more aggressive version of the treatment; because nobody wanted to risk surgery - not now, not YET. The doctors wanted to give her a chance, and admittedly Amberly did too, she wasn’t afraid of the surgery and whether or not their removal would be a success or a failure - the sickly brunette woman was absolutely terrified of D E A T H.

There was so much she hadn’t accomplished yet, so many goals she had left unfinished because of that damned car accident and it’s repercussions and now this extremely inconvenient sickness. She wanted to go on, desperately needed to see her dream of becoming a doctor fulfilled; ironic then that she should end up at a place like Brielle Institute.

With such an already glaring handicap the Jacobs girl had decided to keep her second diagnosis to herself, determining no one else needed to pity her more than they already would. Pity wasn’t an emotion Amberly received well. She wasn’t someone to be looked down upon, to be the girl one would say ‘oh poor thing, I feel so badly for her.’ The very idea of those words crossing someone’s lips in regards to the brunette had Amberly fighting doubly hard to prove them wrong. She was strong, fearless and determined to achieve what so many doctors had already dismissed as impossible. Amberly would show them, she would show them all.

It was with these thoughts of determination running rampant throughout the brunettes already crowded skull that she found her way toward the office she had been instructed to find at exactly 3:05pm. She knew this because scrawled within the pages of the leather bound note book that served as an extension of her brain the Jacobs girl had written ( in perfect penmanship no less )

Appointment; 3:05, room 612 Piper Capello; Sebastian Ramsey’s intern

There were asterisk here and there sprinkling the page, each with an indicator as to which subsequent page she would need to flip to in order to refamilierise herself with the faces and places she had just described. Thankfully, Brielle had allowed her to carry around a simcard-less cellphone, ensuring that she could use it as a tool to further jog her memory which the girl often did. The camera feature was the thing she used the most, taking pictures of those she met as well as captioning them with their names and positions. Amberly had photographed places too, interesting parts of the institute as well as the beauty of the autumnal garden with it’s trees changing colours in the ever changing seasons.

The Jacobs girl, having arrived just outside the correct door thanks to her pristine directions and helpful hints, raised her hand to knock - slightly perturbed that the sound had resulted in no answer from the other side. So she knocked again, fist rapping against the heavy mahogany a little harder now, perhaps a little ruder as well, but was that her fault? They had had an appointment and really what could be more important than meeting with one of your patients? When that knock also revealed a resounding silence the Jacobs girl decided to try the knob, thankful to find it was unlocked, and as such found her way inside. She left the door ajar of course as she didn’t have the intention to come across like she was up to something, and found a seat directly in front of the large oak desk directed a few feet within the room.

             From there Amberly began to flip through the gallery on her phone, hoping the constant bombardment of pictures would somehow stick to the brain that refused to grasp anything for more than a day or so. It was as the Jacobs girl refreshed her minds of the many people and places she’d seen in barley a week, she was greeted by the sound of a voice - a woman’s voice, who upon further inspection turned out to be an astutely dressed red head. “Yes actually, at three oh five - and you’re late.” There was a tightness behind the girls features, an annoyance that this intern had made her sit here wondering where she might be. If this was how Ms. Capello acted all the time Amberly wouldn’t be shocked if she didn’t last another week within Brielle’s walls.

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Halloween Ask Meme 🎃 || ​❝ we can always go to the pumpkin patch instead. ❞

         “There’s a pumpkin patch?” The Jacobs girl queried, arching a thin brow as she nestled her journal into the newly acquired satchel that held her life line; that simple brown leather bound note book. Walking side by side with the intern ( one of the only people within Brielle who knew about Amberly’s secondary issue and who had p r o m i s e d  to keep her mouth shut about it ) the Jacobs girl cocked her head slightly. So far as she knew there was no patch of plump orange bulbs within the grounds of the institute and patients weren’t permitted to leave the ground without a day pass, was this Piper’s way of telling her she had acquired one for her? That would be silly, the two women barley knew each other, why on earth would the medical intern extend such an olive branch to the girl who would barely remember her the next day? Besides, a pumpkin patch would only bring more memories of home, and willingly committed or not Amberly didn’t need a constant barage of memories from home. 

               With the hint of a sigh the brunette shook her head, a small smile coursing over her thin features at the mere notion. “No, no I’d better not - admittedly I’m a little home sick, I can only imagine how much worse it will be when CHRISTMAS comes around…”