Mykel Fairchild

Doctor Mykel Fairchild. 32. Veterinarian.

[docmykel]

bartenderxsimon​:

“Most of the time I just go with the flow. If I think it, I do it. Problem the source of my problems,” he joked, smiling back at the girl. “Yeah, my grandad’s bar, I pretty much run the place now. Been working there since my teens,” he told her. “I mean, on the daily, yeah. I definitely get some stories but they’re not my stories,” he shrugged lightly. “Like I said, I just ramble. I just sat whatever pops into my head. Who knows what happens up there,” Si continued to laugh. “That’s really kind of you though, I really am just a small town guy. Lived here all my life.” As confident as he was on the outside, he often wished he had more confidence in himself. 

“There’s not a thing wrong with that, if you ask me. I think a lot of us- myself included- could stand to learn a thing or two from that.” Mykel admitted, her eyes falling to the tabletop in front of her, briefly. “At least you’re living as genuinely as possible. There’s honor in that.” She reassured, bringing her hands into a folded position in her lap. “That’s really neat, Simon. That the bar is like a...Family heirloom of sorts, I mean. It’s nice that you have something like that. And, impressive that you’re running it. You’re a regular entrepreneur. It seems your talents know no bounds.” Mykel complimented. “So you’re like...A secret keeper of sorts. The gatekeeper of the bar stories. How noble.” Smiling, she leaned forward slightly as she brought a fist up to rest under her chin. “I think you should give yourself more credit, Simon. If there’s one thing my Mama always taught me, it’s to never sell yourself short. The world does enough of that for you, you know? Leave it to others to downplay you.” Shaking her head, Mykel laughed softly. “I sound like a damn self-help novel, I swear.”

[docmykel]

bartenderxsimon​:

“If it’s not impossible, then it’s valid,” he laughed. “You’re right.” Simon smiled, grateful the girl was humouring him and adding to his conversation. Though Simon would ramble anyway, he could talk about anything with confidence. “Oh yeah, I work in a bar and i just often make up stories in my head,” he admitted with a laugh. “Ah but it depends if someone is that organised and has all those things,” he grinned at her. “Thank you, you too. “Hmm, probably my lack of self belief that I could be more than a small town guy,” he laughed gently. 

“I appreciate that kind of approach! It isn’t one many have these days, so I’m totally on board!” Mykel laughed, realizing that she hadn’t really done so in quite some time. Not genuinely, and not just because she was trying to be polite. “A bar, huh? I’d imagine that’s quite the interesting job! I’m surprised you’d have to make up stories, I’m sure you see some doozies on the daily.” She’d never worked in a bar herself, but she’d been in enough of them during her time in undergrad to know how colorful things could get. Hearing Simon’s explanation, Mykel couldn’t help but to roll her eyes slightly, giving a shake of her head. “Nope, nope, you won’t convince me. Anyone who intros a conversation talking about fire-breathing dragons, ghosts, and thunderstorm definitely has the talent for something like that. You just can’t convince me otherwise. Tell me Simon, are you from around here?”

[docmykel]

bartenderxsimon​:

Simon laughed, glad the girl was humouring him. “True, true. Though it would have to be a pretty big cup of tea, to put out the fire. A bucket of tea,” he said, shaking his head at himself. “I guess, yea, cup of tea and a book. Sounds pretty relaxing during a storm. Unless the power goes out and you have no hot water,” he joked again, taking her hand. “Simon Andrews, pleasure to meet you, Mykel. That’s really kind of you, but I’m just a barman who rambles.”

“It would!” Mykel nodded, laughing along with the other. “But, it’s doable. Not impossible- that’s the important part if you ask me.” Beginning to relax as the conversation continued. It had been some time since she’d had a conversation with anyone that wasn’t about animals or her work, and she found it to be quite refreshing. “Gosh, you’ve just got an arsenal of scenarios in that mind of yours, huh? I guess I’ll give you those. Then again, I suppose someone could argue that’s where flashlights, batteries, and candles come in, but that’s a bit of a stretch.” Once Simon accepted her hand, the two shook before continuing. “The pleasure is all mine, Simon, I’m certain. Hey, it’s my understanding that some of the best people involved in the Silver Screen were once working jobs nowhere near what they are today. Why couldn’t that be you?”

[docmykel]

bartenderxsimon​:

“You know when people say a cup of tea solves most problems. They just might be right. I love a cup of tea. But I mean, they didn’t consider if your life involves, uh, fire breathing dragons, seeing ghosts and uh, thunder storms. Yeah, that’s a movie plot right there,” Simon rambled, not even sure if anyone was even listening to him.

Mykel turned, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she tried to follow the man’s train of thought. Finally, she chuckled, nodding slightly with a shrug. “I guess you’re right about that. I’m not sure what a cup of tea does for...Well, two out of three of those problems. Unless, of course, you use the tea to extinguish the dragon’s fire breath. Then, there’s only one problem tea won’t solve. Then again, if the ghost enjoys tea, you’re home-free. But, if you ask me, a nice cup of tea during a thunderstorm is just the thing to make the time pass in a way that’s as relaxing as possible.” Smiling, she extended her hand to the man. “I’m Mykel Fairchild, I don’t believe we’ve met. Whoever you are, it seems you may have a future in screenwriting.”

[docmykel]

ainswxrth​:

Isla had thought being on track with her children’s health precautions had been exhausting, but a little dog seemed to be even worse. Just like a baby indeed, she nodded. “Honestly? That sounds more than wonderful. She needs her vaccines and to get chipped and all that… Thank you, for this. I am really looking forward to spending an evening with my kids, they need it. But I still feel so bad about it”, she relaxed a little under the vet’s touch, but when her gaze drifted to the playing puppy at her feet guilt raised its ugly head once more. She had agreed to this dog. Shelley was her responsibility. “I feel like I am… I don’t know, betraying her somehow? Shunting her out off the way ‘cause she doesn’t fit into my weekend plans. And I feel really bad for that” When she had picked the scared little dog up at the shelter she had expected a promise from her children. Letting another living being into your life came with responsibilities and all three of them had sworn to be Shelley’s family now, to never give her back to a shelter ever again. “She will probably not miss me at all though”, Isla sighed, “It was the same with my kids’ first days of kindergarten. I was crying in the car and they were happy to play with new friends and see new faces. I am overreacting, am I not? Gosh, I must apologise for telling you all this” 

“Great!” Mykel beamed, beginning to formulate a plan in her head based upon what she knew the pup would need. “We’ll get Miss Shelley right on track. I’m glad to hear you’re interested in microchipping her, too. It’s something I recommend to all my clients, although not everyone is quite as keen on it.” Shaking her head, Mykel furrowed her eyebrows slightly. “No, no, not at all. There’s absolutely nothing for you to feel guilty about, I can assure you. Remember, you aren’t leaving her all alone. And, you need your time too! There will be days you’ll have to leave her, but that’s okay! I can promise she’ll be just as happy and playful when you get back!” Doing her best to reassure the other woman, Mykel made sure to keep her body and demeanor relaxed. “You just push those thoughts from your head. I know sometimes anxieties can make thoughts like that more prominent, but that isn’t the case here, and I can assure you Shelley won’t think it is, either.” Bending, Mykel patted the puppy on her head before picking up a nearby toy and tossing it gently to her. “No need to apologize, dear. I assure you. You are not the first pet parent to have these concerns, and you will not be the last I can guarantee. I’m certain she will miss you, but that will only make it that much better when you return!”

[docmykel]

KEKE PALMER, SHE/HER ¦ MYKEL FAIRCHILD has a story that’s yet to be told. They are a 32 year old and were born in ATLANTA, GA . In town they work as a(n) VETERINARIAN and identify as CIS FEMALE. (CHERRY, 27, EST, HUMAN DENTAL)

Full Name: Mykel Monica Fairchild Age: 32 Birthdate: April 17, 1989 Birthplace: Atlanta, Georgia Occupation: Veterinarian

BIO Mykel Monica Fairchild was born on April 17, 1989 in Atlanta, Georgia. Her mother, Cynthia Howard Fairchild, was an RN and her father, Richard Fairchild, was a Doctor and Surgeon at the local hospital. Mykel has two younger sisters, and has always been close to her family. Throughout her life, Mykel was fascinated by animals, loving each and every one she came into contact with. As a child, she began checking out books from the library with information about animals and how to care for them. She’s known from childhood that she wanted to be a veterinarian. 

Mykel excelled throughout school, and graduated top of her class with honors before continuing her education at NC State in Raleigh, North Carolina where she attended undergrad and graduate school to obtain her DVM licensure. During her time in school, Mykel met a man whom she fell in love with. The pair dated from the time she was a freshman and he a sophomore. They remained together throughout college, and were married just before Mykel began her graduate school program. At first the two had a happy marriage, however just before Mykel graduated, things took a turn for the worst, and the pair decided to separate. The marriage ended in a subsequent divorce. Mykel took some time to figure herself out, and decided to find herself overseas. She had a cousin who’d made the move to the UK several years previous, so she decided to move in with her in Woodcrest. Mykel took the necessary exams to switch her licensure to the UK, and has now become the town’s Veterinarian!

[docmykel]

ainswxrth​:

“I cannot believe I am turning into a person that is scared to leave a dog alone for a few hours, but here I am”, Isla rolled her eyes. She had tried to convince herself that it would be all right, that Shelley was strong enough to stay on her own for an evening. After all she was a puppy and not a baby and there would surely come a time when the little monster had to be on her own even longer. “But I tried leaving her on her own for half an hour and she cried so much, I couldn’t do it”, the little claws and teeth had also destroyed one of her favourite cushions and now the fear of her dog suffocating on wool was added onto her already big pile of worries. “It’s just for one evening and I pay you better than I paid my babysittters”

@woodcreststarters​

Smiling, Mykel nodded as the woman spoke, her eyes moving between her client and the puppy she’d agreed to watch for the evening. Of course, everything the new pet owner was saying was completely normal, and all her concerns were ones she’d heard many times before. Reaching a hand forward, she placed her palm gently on the other woman’s shoulder, a reassuring gesture she’d hoped would help soothe the other. “It’s alright, Miss Isla, really. Your concerns are perfectly valid. Having a puppy is a lot like having a baby- sometimes even more so, if you ask me. I mean, they do move around, and are on-the-go from the moment they’re born.” Chuckling, Mykel glanced back at Shelley as she made her way around the room, practically dancing around the two of them as they spoke. “No worries, though. Tell you what- just let me worry about everything today, and when you return we’ll talk about getting set up for an appointment at the clinic, so we can go over a few things more in-detail, and make sure we start getting this kiddo on track with her vaccines and whatnot. Sound good?”