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RN; ISADORA NEWTON LAB TECHNICIAN; ROWAN BARRETT

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ROWAN BARRETT - 35 YEAR OLD LAB TECHNICIAN @ LEXINGTON.

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ISADORA NEWTON - 30 YEAR OLD RN @ KINGSLEY.

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even   if   she   did   try   to   hide   her   thoughts,   her   face   would   never   let   her   do   it   ⸺   arms   crossed   on   her   chest,   glossed   lips   pressed   together   and   it’d   be   easy   to   assume   she’s   the   one   who   is   watching   intruders   move   in   to   her   place,   not   the   other   way   around.   “   it’s   like   someone   dropped   a   bunch   of   tourists   in   the   louvre   and   told   them   to   start   redecorating,   ”   brown   hues   focused   on   the   workers   changing   the   old   lexington   sign   replaced.   her   jaw   tightens,   clearly   pissed   but   zoela   will   die   before   she   says   it   outright.   she   knows   every   corner   of   this   hospital,   didn’t   even   step   her   foot   back   in   after   leaving   despite   her   mother   being   the   chief   of   surgery,   until   now.   “   i   spent   years   getting   out   of   that   place.   i   don’t   even   hate   them,   i   just   don’t   trust   them   ⸺   they’d   rather   sell   each   other   for   a   vip   surgery   than   actually   help   anyone,   ”   her   voice   full   of   bitterness,   if   eyes   could   throw   fire   bolts,   her   certainly   would.   she   always   had   a   razor   sharp   tongue   and   it   was   hard   to   contain   ;   she   doesn’t   even   know   who   she’s   speaking   to,   she   doesn’t   know   if   they’re   from   lexington   or   kingsley   because   she   never   cared   to   remember   anyone’s   faces   but   frankly,   she   doesn’t   care.   “   i   swear,   if   a   lex   attending   walks   into   my   OR   with   that   patronizing   ‘we’re   all   a   team   now’   face,   i   will   scalp   them   with   a   ten   blade,   ”

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no doubt the current new circumstances were weird, but for some reason rowan wasn't tripping over it like he knew most of his coworkers in lex were. he wasn't going to start his morning shift with his boxers in a twist, no. this morning his mind would mostly be stuck on one thing as it always tend that-- one person, zoela halvorsen. yes, because she's just that powerful on the mind and gaze. rowan didn't aim to be a weirdo though-- sure he has had his fair share of romantic interactions with the women in his life with the summary of them just being him never being able to fully commit and admit to an official relationship as you would assume a grown man of his age would do-- as cliche as it seemed, yes, zoela was different in every sense.

even with his past relationships-- situationships, if rowan wanted to pursue things officially (which he was borderline doing anyway with his acts of services) it was still a clear line drawn in that same notion that he's just an unserious man not looking to settle down. but, zoela haloverson was a contradiction to the way he usually moved in his romantic relationships.

"morning," rowan greeted zoela as he smoothly slides her usual iced coffee that he purchased for her into her hands while she yapped, he brushed off her complaints about the new circumstances to the side because letting her express herself, dramatic or not-- without interrupting was healthy in his mind and a frequent thing.

even if things never worked or even will work out for them in the long run, rowan was mature enough to still continue work and interact in the same work space with zoela for now at least... let something that doesn't sit right with him occur, it'll be a different story.

rowan grabs onto his backpack straps and is about to walk into the locker room but stops and turns back to face zoela.

"am i gonna have a breakdown with how much they changed locker room or what?

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you   need   to   put   yourself   out   there,   they   said.   dating   is   fun,   they   said.   you   can’t   replace   love   life   with   work,   they   said.   we   know   this   girl   and   we   bet   you’ll   like   her,   they   said   ;   and   she   finally   gave   in,   sick   of   her   friends   being   clearly   sick   of   her,   third   wheeling   on   their   little   dates.   except   maybe,   just   maybe,   she   should’ve   asked   for   anything   that   could   point   her   in   a   direction   of   who   she   might   be   meeting   tonight   because   her   entire   body   freezes   in   place   as   she   finally   makes   her   way   to   the   table   ;   her   name   barely   left   the   hostess’   lips   when   her   jaw   clenched   and   then,   within   two   seconds,   almost   comically,   dropped.   “   you’ve   got   to   be   kidding   me,   ”   she   mutters   under   her   breath,   eyes   looking   around   everywhere   but   not   at   the   woman   in   front   of   her   ;   sitting   there   like   some   smug   little   oracle,   like   she’d   manifested   the   whole   universe   just   to   spite   her.   nia   blinks   ;   once,   twice,   until   a   sudden   laugh   escapes   her   lips.   it   wasn’t   the   polite   kind   of   laugh,   not   really   ;   it   was   the   tired,   borderline   maniacal   kind   of   laugh   who   comes   from   someone   who   worked   three   nights   straight,   got   forced   into   a   blind   date   to   end   up   here   ⸺   in   front   of   someone   who   apparently,   decided   she   hates   nia   on   the   very   first   second   they   met   and   although   confused,   nia   at   some   point   started   to   return   the   feeling.   “   this   is   just   ⸺   nope.   this   can’t   be   random,   since   when   do   we   even   have   the   same   friends   ?   you’re   punking   me,   ”   for   some   reason,   she   pulls   the   chair   out   anyways,   flopping   into   it   with   the   full   weight   of   her   body.   not   even   trying   to   fight   the   urge   to   roll   her   eyes   out,   sending   a   forced   smile   isadora’s   way.   “   if   lex   did   let   me   go,   you   would’ve   heard   about   it   in   like   five   seconds   flat.   it’d   be   on   the   kingsley   groupchat   with   six   reaction   emojis   and   an   attachment   of   my   worst   headshot   ⸺   which   would   all   probably   come   from   you,   ”   she   usually   is   a   lot   more   grounded,   doesn’t   attack   right   away   unless   it’s   a   bite   back   which   in   their   case,   it   definitely   is.   she   tilts   her   head,   eyes   narrowing   a   little   and   she   can’t   help   another   chuckle   coming   out   of   her   lips   at   the   irony   of   the   situation.   “   what   are   you   even   doing   here,   did   you   lose   a   bet   ?   ”   there   was   always   something   strange   about   this   particular   dynamic   ;   nia   could   never   quite   figure   out   where   did   the   isadora’s   dislike   towards   her   came   from   or   were   they   just   using   this   as   an   excuse,   instead   of   admitting   they’re   circling   at   the   edge   of   something   neither   wanted   to   name.

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when nia takes the seat across from isadora, she doesn't shy away from allowing her gaze to rake her from nia's head down to her oufit for the evening. isadora doesn't respond quickly enough to nia's sharp retort, she followed with a stare that held for a few seconds, isadora then purses her lips, "mm, cute. of course you'd think like that babe. but that's a hard... not. because you not living in my head rent free for me to even have you as a subject of discussion in kingsley's group chat, like ever. i'm okay with saying everything to your face. but yeah you'd like that, to be the subject in the group chat, huh? cause that's the type of person you are. and that's okay, glad you're embracing your truth. love that for you, really."

isadora chuckles lightly to herself before she takes a sip of her drink, not addressing the second half of nia's comment to her. it's almost like that first statement made by isadora took a lot in her and she needed a breather before diving back in with her second retort.

when isadora puts her drink down she speaks up again, "but yeah, we can dead that whole group chat thought. because i hope you and the rest of your coworkers not walking around thinking we talk about ya in our group chat in real life. when it's probably vice versa. mind you, we have mutual friends because i actually have the power to... socialize? make friends? so it shouldn't come to a shock to you that i even have some friends at lex."

she wasn't done, "so no, this wasn't a bet. i'm just an open book and you can always close a book you don't like, but you sat down..." she trails, "why?" her eyes narrow slightly, "and don't say it's for the food-- but then again, that could very well be the reason so i can't be mad."

isadora picks up the menu and scans it, "what do i want?" she asks herself out loud.

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alex is only here because his sister needs a new couch, as a general rule, he tried to spend as little time in the mall as possible, but he had some time free and with a sister who knew your schedule better than you knew y our own, it was hard to find a viable reason to get out of it.  he hears himself humming, a "that one looks great, too, june," but his heart, and his brain, aren't really in it. he's feeling kind of twitchy, like he needs to be elsewhere, not here, so he starts to wander, finding himself further from couches and closer to lamps, which isn't much better, but at least he can't hear his sisters voice anymore.

in truth, alex isn't sure that his decorating skills are anything to be admired, he's pretty sure his place is furnished with hand-me-downs and vintage finds, thrown in with ikea basics, but he tries anyway, because helping this person pick out a lamp is better than looking at another couch he hates. "I have to tell you, I don't think I've ever picked out a lamp because it goes well with a person, it's usually if it fits the home, no?" he waits, for a moment, for the lap to be turned on and then, he tilts his head "okay, actually you know what this method is genius," he pauses, "it doesn't make you look bad, but I imagine that's hard to do anyway."

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alex and isadora are coworkers-- the two belong to kinglsey, he obviously worked under kinglsey years before isadora started.

despite how she carries herself-- leading it to be simply too much and not being everyone's cup of tea, isadora always means well whether it comes off blatant or underlying. she isn't a mind reader, she could read the room as much as she could-- but so far with her interactions with alex, she liked to think the years they've interacted at work, he tolerated her, right?

"very hard" isadora agreed with alex while she shook her head in faux disappoint that there could ever be possibility that she would be visually presented in any bad light-- literally and fugitively.

"okay, i think imma get this" her eyes scan the lamp in her hands once more.

"are you here with somebody or are you alone?" her eyes glance up and dart around alex. "if you're not here with somebody--" she steps closer to him, "i don't think you mind on continuing to be a pair of second eyes for me? don't worry though, this don't have to be like a single transaction, i'll let you go on about whatever you wanna talk about or whatever you're iffy on-- cause you need advice or something, or how about this-- this is better. we can segue into that conversation naturally by me starting off with-- so... how's life been treating you so far, alex?" she playfully jabs her elbow to his rib lightly.

"how's your little one doing?"

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OPEN STARTER -- @scrubshqstarters

LOCATION -- ARCADIA MALL (ESSENTIAL STORE!)

it's not like isadora had moved into a new apartment or even moved out of new york for a new apartment that required renovation or hell-- even new furniture. she was just in a spending mood-- when was she not? when she wasn't being a rn, arcadia mall was one of her go-to for anything and everything-- and right now, isadora was in the mood for new furniture for her apartment. she's in an essential store with household commodities-- the store gave off the same vibes as ikea and allmodern.

currently, isadora is scanning through lamps. when she picks one that looks sexy on the eyes, her eyes dart across the section she's in.

"hey! don't hate me but can i respectfully have you stop what you're doing to help me decide if this lamp is the one for me?" she smiles innocently.

"like do you think it looks good side by side with me?" she asks before she poses with puckered lips. "wait, actually let me just turn it on and tell me how good the lighting looks with me in it and we'll decide if i should go with actually buying this, okay?" she continues on.

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dorian  wasn't  the  most  open  of  books,  pun  not  intended  as  he  was  in  the  middle  of  a  bookstore,  and  he  wasn't  really  the  kind  of  person  who  was  social  with  all  of  his  coworkers.  cordial  at  the  least,  was  most  likely  what  you  would  call  it.  he  was  never  a  rude  person,  just  more  abrupt  in  all  sense  of  the  term.  he  glanced  up  when  he  realized  someone  had  heard  him.  he  bit  back  a  comment  about  the  cat  dragging  him  in,  keeping  his  face  neutral  at  the  words  and  shaking  his  head  at  the  follow  up  comments  instead.  he  could  have  said  a  lot  more,  truthfully.  opened  up  about  a  lot,  but  he  wouldn't,  because  there  was  no  point  in  doing  that  with  some  coworker.  he  didn't  trust  them,  the  medical  field  was  far  too  competitive  to  begin  with  to  trust  people  on  a  whim. 

“well,  i  guess  you  could  say  it's  the  same  thing,  cause  i  didn't  know  you  frequent  this  place,  so  why  would  you  know  where  i  tend  to  go?”  dorian  shrugged  his  shoulders.  he  usually  did  book  ordering  in  person,  or  found  other  stores  not  so  close  to  home,  but  it  was  the  closest  place  for  him  to  go  to  here.  so  it  had  been  convenient.  “or,  sure,  you  could  just  assume  what  i  do  is  just  to  impress  some  girl.  whatever  works  for  you,  i  guess.”   

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rowan shook his head at dorian's response, "i was only fucking with you man" he raises his head and meets dorian's eyes. rowan let the silenced lingered for a second before he spoke up again. a tough nut to crack, dorian was-- nothing new though. but rowan wondered how long he could carry this on despite the two being coworkers for a good amount of time.

"y'know, i'd like to think of myself as a welcoming guy-- wouldn't you? you've been working at lexington for what-- a few years now? I've been there for a decade" the corner of his lips twitches into a faint smile.

"and when you arrived through those doors, was i not welcoming? i think i was. bottom line-- not that i'm telling you what to do-- i'm not gonna take offense to how you move around cause i know you're not a bad guy, but... i don't know man, other people might take offense to the way you move. might even see it as you being standoffish or something, you know what i mean?"

rowan changes the subject, "but, what type of books you got over there?"

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CLOSED STARTER -- @2hcnds

LOCATION -- ARCADIA MALL (DINING LOUNGE!)

as isadora newton gets older-- the dating scene just continues to get even more rougher. as a freshly thirty-year old who's single and works as a full time rn, what's a social life for most people in her position? though, one thing about isadora-- she will maintain her social life intact no matter what, and that leads to her current weekend evening plans-- a blind date. her very first one. She didn't even want any basic information her blind date, she wanted to be surprised... and that's indeed what she would get-- isadora had already gotten herself settled with a drink once she had arrived at the dining lounge first.

"niamh easton?" isadora's grip on the stem of her glass tightens at the sight of the blonde.

isadora snorts in amusement, she shook her head and places her glass down, "nope, sorry. i'm not doing this with you of all people tonight. like what. this is insane."

isadora didn't know what her beef with nia was, she usually got along with everyone but at the same time-- didn't? and nia just happened to fall under that not getting along category. while nia is a resident at lexington and isadora is a rn at kingsley, they've crossed paths in the past, what was first playing hard to get banter on isadora's side turned into genuine disdain for nia due to maybe her insecurity and anxiousness stirring it in at the difference in status when it comes to the two's medical positions. isadora would find herself conflicted whether she wanted to be nia or simply... wanted her.

"are you -- like not scheduled to work tonight or something? or did lexington finally let you go and you're just... doing... shit like this for the fun of it?"

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starter calls? <3

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𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  at  arcadia  roosevelt  (  third  floor,  bookstore  )  featuring  𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧  𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐥𝐞  (  3/5  )    @scrubshqstarters

dorian  was  at  the  bookstore,  aimlessly  wandering  about.  or  at  least  to  anybody  looking  at  him  that  would  be  what  it  appeared  like.  he  had  his  airbuds  in  one  ear,  keeping  his  attention  focused  on  the  music  coming  through  but  his  eyes  were  peeled  on  the  shelves  around  him,  as  if  they  were  telling  him  a  story  all  on  their  own.  which,  to  be  fair,  they  were.  the  story  just  wasn't  exactly  what  he  wanted  it  to  be,  or  what  he  had  expected  it  to  be  either.  dorian  had  a  medical  journal  in  his  hand,  on  top  of  one  of  the  novels  he  had  been  looking  through  earlier.  he  was  doing  his  best  to  balance  everything  out.  as  if  he  was  worried  people  would  really  care  or  judge  him  for  anything  that  he  was  looking  through  in  a  bookstore  of  all  places.  his  shoulders  shrugged  as  he  glanced  through  the  shelves  and  he  sighed,  talking  out  loud  but  really  more  thinking  to  himself,  “you't  think  this  place  would  sell  more  books,  but  i've  seen  so  many  other  things  it's  crazy  to  call  it  a  bookstore.”  he  shook  his  head.  he  didn't  even  know  what  it  was  these  days  with  half  of  everything  dealing  with  so  many  other  things  instead  of  books.  calendars,  puzzles,  games,  those  little  pop  figurines.  it  felt  like  everything  was  in  the  bookshop. 

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the fact that rowan barrett has worked in lexington for about a decade now-- it meant he knew every face that already walked those halls or he would get to know. What he didn't know though is that dorian poole was... a book person? rowan is a regular at arcadia-- specially the bookstore. but it shouldn't come to a surprise that dorian reads book-- but it slightly did come to a surprise for rowan.

"well, well, well look what the cat dragged in" rowan says as he's in front of dorian, getting his attention by passing behind the shelves while not breaking eye cobtact with dorian.

rowan snorts, stopping and lean over the shelves, "since when do you come here man? and why am i just finding out when you know i come in here on the regular?"

rowan playfully narrows his eyes "or are you here to impress a woman who's interested in books?"

it's not like rowan himself had experience in that department, it was the opposite, he often found himself having past experiences with a few women who weren't actually fond of books-- they were fond of him, but they played it off as they were. so, guess you can say rowan has a meter for these sort of things now. a gatekeeper for his interests outside of his career, if you will.

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「 callum turner, cisman + he/him 」🔬  ‧₊˚  ⋆ ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ did you page rowan barrett from cardiothoracic surgery ? they’re the thirty-five year old lab technician at lexington university hospital, they’ve been working here for 10 years. you’ve probably seen them if you caught a look at the most confusing situationship partner, elaborated planned dates, missed calls and unread texts, a Youtube channel covering anime series, video games, the patients that do like them would tell you they are meticulous and gentle, but some of them think they’re vindictive and possessive. time is rushing, just go and find them.

001.    GENERAL INFORMATION.

OFFICIAL  NAME;   ROWAN BARRETT. NICKNAMES;   BARRY. AGE;   THIRTY-FIVE. GENDER;  CIS-MAN. PRONOUNS;   HE/HIM. SEXUALITY;  HETRO-SEXUAL. OCCUPATION LAB TECHNICIAN @ LEXINGTON UNIVERSITY.

002.    PHYSICAL TRAITS.

EYES;  BLUE. HEIGHT;   6'2. BUILD;   SLIM/LANKY YET TONED. SPEECH  +  CADENCE   RASPY SMOOTH.

003.    HEAD CANON.

BORN AND RAISED IN BROOKLYN.

GREW UP IN A HOUSEHOLD WITH MOSTLY WITH WOMEN EXCEPT FOR HIM AND HIS FATHER. HIS MOM, GRANDMOTHER, AND SISTERS RAN THE HOUSEHOLD LIKE A MILITARY AND HELD THE TWO MEN ACCOUNTABLE FOR MUNDANE ACTIONS THAT WOMEN WOULD TAKE ON NORMALLY WITHIN THE EYES OF SOCIETY AND MOST PEOPLE OF COLOR'S CULTURES EVEN THOUGH THE BARRETTS WEREN'T PEOPLE OF COLOR.

ESPECIALLY SINCE ROWAN WAS THE OLDEST, WHETHER IT WAS BY 1 YEAR OR 10 YEARS, HE NEEDED TO LEAD BY EXAMPLE.

THERE'S OFTEN A STEREOTYPE OF MALES WHO ARE IN A WOMEN DOMINATED HOUSEHOLD IS THEY'RE SWEET AND RESPECTFUL KINGS-- DON'T GET HIM WRONG THOUGH, ROWAN GREW UP THAT WAY, BUT AS HE GOT OLDER AND BRANCHED OFF INDEPENDENTLY, HE WAS A RESPECTFUL HEARTBREAKER.

THE VISUALS THAT COME WITH THE BARRETT FAMILY CAN'T BE UNDERMINED AT ALL, THEY'RE ALL A BUNCH OF BEAUTIFUL BEIGNS, THEY NEVER HEARD OTHERWISE. WHICH IS WHY IN SOCIAL SETTINGS, THEY NEVER STRUGGLED WITH GAINING ROMANTIC INTERESTS-- LIKE WHEN ROWAN'S FRIENDS WOULD COME OVER TO HIS HOUSE, THEY WOULD BE IN EXCITEMENT TO-- NOT NERD OUT-- BUT TO SEE HIS SISTERS THAT WERE CLOSE IN THEIR AGE LIKE THEY WERE AN EXHIBIT OR SOMETHING.

HIS PARENTS COMES FROM A SUCCESSFUL MODELING/ACTING BACKGROUNDS AND HIS SISTERS FOLLOWED BEHIND THEIR FOOTSTEPS BEING NEPO-BABIES, HE YEARNED FOR THE ATTENTION SO HE DID TOO BUT HE BRANCHED OFF TO THE MEDICAL FIELD AT THE AGE OF 25 TO TRY SOMETHING NEW AND IT BECAME SOMETHING THAT HAS STICKED WITH HIM TO THE POINT HE HAS BEEN GOING ON 10 YEARS STRONG BUT STILL MAKES TIME FOR HIS OTHER INTERESTS, HE STILL DOES MODELING GIGS AND RUNS A YOUTUBE CHANNEL.

HE'S A HOT COMMODITY INSIDE AND OUTSIDE OF WORK-- AND IT'S NOT ALL ROMANTIC, HE'S ALSO A BIG PLATONIC PERSON-- HE'S A BETTER FRIEND THAN HE IS A LOVER, AND IT'S NOT LIKE HE HAS TROUBLE COMMITTING-- HE DOES BUT IT'S NOT LIKE HE HAD BAD REP ON LOVE GROWING UP, HE JUST GOES BY NOT BEING HERE FOR A LONG TIME BUT A GOOD TIME.

SO BECAUSE OF THAT NOT HERE FOR A LONG TIME BUT A GOOD TIME MINDSET, HE COMES OFF AS SELF-SABATOAGER WITH ANY ROMANTIC INTERACTIONS HE'S INVOLVED IN. AND YET HE SEEMS LIKE HE WANTS HIS CAKE AND TO EAT IT TOO BECAUSE EVEN WHEN HE'S THE ONE BEING THE HEARTBREAKER, MISSING CALLS, IGNORING TEXTS, HE CAN'T HELP BUT ALWAYS HAVING THINGS HIS WAY AND THAT OFTEN REVOLVES WITH HIS MIND CHANGING AND HIM CONTRADICTING THE WAY HE GOES ABOUT HIS LIFE.

HE'S REAL PETTY AND IT SHOWS WHEN THINGS AREN'T GOING HIS WAY, HE TRULY NEEDS TO GROW UP-- THE MAN IS IN HIS THIRTIES. HE'S NOT A PSYCHO TO THE POINT HE WOULD PHYSICALLY CAUSE HARM TO ANYONE, HIS ANNOYING BEHAVIOR TARGETS PSYCHOLOGICALLY WHETHER HE MEANS FOR IT TO OR NOT.

004.    SOME WANTED PLOTS. (A FEW BUT NOT LIMITED TO)

CHILDHOOD BOY BESTIE (0/1): WENT THROUGH THE SAME SCHOOL THROUGHOUT THE YEARS AND WENT ON TO WORK IN THE MEDICAL FIELD, THE MUSE COULD HAVE WENT BEFORE OR AFTER HIM.

YOUNGER SISTER (0/1): ONE YOUNGER SISTER WHO IS AN INTERN AND WORKING TOWARDS A MEDICAL CAREER AS SHE ALWAYS LOOKED UP TO HER BROTHER.

CURRENT SITUATIONSHIP (0/1): SHE OFC WORKS WITHIN THE MEDICAL FIELD TOO. HE ISN'T MESSY WITH HIS SITUATIONSHIPS, HE LIKES TO DEAL WITH THEM 1 BY 1 BELIEVE IT OR NOT. SO THE CURRENT ONE HE IS WITH HE OFC GIVES HER ATTENTION SHOWERS HER LIKE HE'S HER PARTNER BUT OBVIOUSLY HE SENDS MIX SIGNALS AND CLEARLY ISN'T SET ON A OFFICIAL RELATIONSHIP BUT THIS MUSE COULD BE SERIOUS IN WANTING A RELATIONSHIP OR THEY BOTH ARE IN AGREEMENT OF THIS SITUATIONSHIP AND SHE HAS THAT OTHER SITUATIONSHIP AND IT'S A CASE OF HE FALLS FIRST . THIS DYNAMIC BETWEEN ROWAN AND HER WILL BE A WILL THEY WON'T THEY.

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「 taylor russell, ciswoman + she/her 」🔬  ‧₊˚  ⋆ ــــــــــﮩ٨ـ did you page isadora "is" newton from pediatrics ? they’re the thirty year old registered nurse at kingsley memorial hospital, they’ve been working here for 3 years. you’ve probably seen them if you caught a look at wild weekend nights with the girls, passionately arguing with patients who disagree on her takes, the personification of taking candy from a baby, the sweet smell of vanilla whiffing past, the patients that do like them would tell you they are fervid and eloquent, but some of them think they’re complacent and materialistic. time is rushing, just go and find them.

001.    GENERAL INFORMATION.

OFFICIAL  NAME;   ISADORA NEWTON. NICKNAMES;   IS. AGE;   THIRTY. GENDER; CIS-WOMAN. PRONOUNS; SHE/HER. SEXUALITY;  BISEXUAL. OCCUPATION; RN @ KINGSLEY MEMORIAL.

002.    PHYSICAL TRAITS.

EYES;  BROWN. HEIGHT;  5'5. BUILD;   SLIM. SPEECH  +  CADENCE;   LISP.

003.    HEAD CANON;

BORN AND RAISED IN HARLEM.

SHE COMES FROM A LARGE FAMILY, BOTH HER BLACK MOTHER AND WHITE FATHER'S SIDE HAVING CHILDREN BEFORE HER AND AFTER HER (AFTER THEIR DIVORCE) ISADORA'S MOM'S HARLEM BROWNSTONE APARTMENT HAS ALWAYS BEEN AND IS STILL THE PLACE EVERYONE MEETS AT FOR FAMILY FUNCTIONS.

ISADORA WAS USED TO BEING THE CENTER OF ATTENTION IN HER FAMILY JUST AS EVERYONE ELSE WAS-- NO ONE WAS LEFT OUT AND THAT STILL APPLIES.

GROWING UP, ISADORA'S DREAM CAREER WAS NEVER MEDICAL RELATED, SHE ALWAYS MADE IT CLEAR SHE WANTED TO BE FAMOUS, NO SPECIFIC PATH-- JUST THE GENRIC TITLE OF BEING FAMOUS. WHEN IT CAME TO HER BEING IN MIDDLE SCHOOL ENTERING HIGH SCHOOL, IT WAS STILL THAT MINDSET WITH A FEW SPECIFIC INTERESTS COOKING, FILM/TV, MODEL...

ISADORA HAS ALWAYS BEEN A POPULAR KID AT SCHOOL SO WHEN SHE ENTERED HIGH SCHOOL, HER INSTANT POPULARITY WAS TOO BE EXPECTED ESPECIALLY WHEN SHE HAD HER OLDER HALF-SIBLINGS WHO PREVIOUSLY ATTENDED OR CURRENTLY ATTENDED WITH A GREAT REPUTATION.

ISADORA DID COLLEGE FOR NOT EVEN A YEAR, SHE DROPPED OUT AND WENT TO TAKE ON COUNTLESS OF RANDOM JOBS FROM WAREHOUSES, RESTAURANTS, FOOD DELIVERY-- UNTIL SHE LANDED ON HOME CARE, HER MOM DID IT BUT ISADORA WAS IGNORANT IN THE FACT OF TAKING CARE OF THE ELDERY, BUT SHE NEEDED TO MAKE MONEY AND TRULY LOVED INTERACTING WITH PEOPLE WHETHER IT WAS GOOD OR BAD, SHE WAS WILLING TO PULL HER PRIDE TO THE SIDE AND GET HER PCA CERTIFICATE AND BE ASSIGNED TO A HOME CARE AGENCY AND HAVE AN ELDERY PATIENT TO TAKE CARE OF.

ISADORA'S EXPERIENCE WORKING WITH THE ELDERY WAS CERTAINLY AN EXPERIENCE. SHE'D HELP THEM OUT AND GO ALL OUT TO DO SO BUT THE DYNAMIC WOULD ALSO INVOLVE HER ARGUING BACK WITH THEM-- SHE HAD COUNTLESS OF TIMES WHERE SHE EITHER LEFT A CASE OR THE PATIENT DIDN'T WANT HER ANYMORE BUT STUBBORNLY ENOUGH FROM BOTH SIDES, THEY WOULD END UP ALWAYS WANTING HER BACK AND SHE WOULD ALWAYS WANT TO GO BACK BUT IT WOULD ALWAYS BE TOO LATE.

HER TRANSFORMATION TO A PEDIATRIC RN WOULD COME FROM HER CURIOSITY IN WORKING WITH CHILDREN AFTER WORKING WITH ELDERY PATIENTS, AND IT'S NOT LIKE SHE WOULDN'T BE READY FOR IT BECAUSE SHE ALSO GREW UP TAKING CARE OF HER OWN SIBLINGS AND THEIR CHILDREN.

DUA LIPA VIBES-- WHEN IT'S TIME TO BE OFF WORK, SHE'S AT THE BEST VACATION SPOTS AROUND THE WORLD.

IF GIVEN THE CHANCE SHE'S NOT AFARID TO EXPERIMENT ON HER LOOK, HAIR-STYLES, FASHION, TATTS.

004.    SOME WANTED PLOTS. (A FEW BUT NOT LIMITED TO)

YOUNGER HALF-SIBLING (0/1): A MUSE WITH EITHER A DIFFERENT FATHER OR MOTHER FROM ISADORA AFTER HER PARENTS DIVORCE, THIS MUSE IS IN THE MEDICAL FIELD.

OLDER SIBLING (0/1): THIS MUSE HAS THE SAME MOTHER AND FATHER AS ISADORA SO THEY'RE MIXED WITH BALCK & WHITE. THEY'RE ALSO IN THE MEDICAL FIELD.

CHAOTIC GIRL FRIEND GROUP (0/3): WHETHER THEY'RE ALL FROM THE SAME HOSPITAL OR A MIX OF LEXINGTON AND KINGSLEY, ONCE THESE WOMEN ARE NOT ON SHIFT-- GOOD LUCK CHARLIE... IT'S NEVER A DULL MOMENT, SOMETHING IS ALWAYS GOING ON. THEIR INSTAGRAM PHOTO DUMPS ARE ALWAYS TELLING A STORY YOU WANT DETAILS ABOUT.

BESTIES WITH THE INTERNS (0/?): IN THIS DYNAMIC WITH ISADORA BEING THE OLDEST, SHE TAKES THE INTERNS UNDER HER WINGS AND FORCES THEM ALL TO BE IN THE FRIEND GROUP WITH HER AND GUIDES THEM NOT ONLY IN THE MEDICAL FIELD BUT IN THE REAL WORLD OUTSIDE OF IT EVEN IF THEY DIDN'T ASK HER.