my job is boring

evan carlson, lab tech at seattle grace. indie rp blog, mun is 21+. not associated in any way with john krasinski. open to all fandoms. tracking the tag { evancarlson } one day i will make a bio. x

[evan-carlson]

lexipxdia

“Hey Dr. Grey, so here are your labs.  They’re, ah ... not the news your  patient was probably hoping for.”

[evan-carlson]

answerstosatan

“Dr. Montgomery... long time no see.”

[evan-carlson]

screw it. I cave. EVAN IS IN THE BUILDING. like for a starter.

[evan-carlson]

✚ ✿

Send ✚ for one of my muse’s prized possessions.

Evan has a watch that was the first possession he ever bought with his own money when he turned sixteen. He wears it occasionally for luck.

Send ✿ for a happy memory.

A happy memory Evan has is tobogganing on Christmas Eve with his siblings in a ravine by his childhood home. 

[evan-carlson]

impossiblewoman:

"           It doesn’t mean, uh, anything.”

❝Then why does your face look weird?❞

[evan-carlson]

coletteelswoodmd:

The way Evan’s arm wrapped around her body brought an automatic

smile to her glossed lips. He probably didn’t know it but she had been waiting for quite some time for this, at least since she started to look at him in a romantic type a way, which to be honest was probably since the second time they even spoke to eachother. She liked him, and she wasn’t exactly sure why… it didn’t feel forced with him, it just felt natural. He was different, and she admired him for it.

Feeling his body become tense automatically made her hand fall to run her fingertips down his arm that was wrapped around her body. Lacing her fingers with his her thumb ran over his own as her eyes slowly rose enough to be able to glance up at him, catching his eyes as they faded away from the blonde. Her jaw tightened as his voice pierced her ears. She could tell something made him uncomfortable, and she wasn’t exactly sure what until her eyes followed in the same path only to be greeted by the thin blonde scurrying in the opposite direction. A puzzled look took over her features before she turned her head and continued to walk, her lips finally parting to give he delayed answer. "Yeah.. yeah. Food sounds great, pizza?" She was short, and it was obvious that the way his attention was shifted to the other female bothered her. Being the type who can’t drop anything that is bothering her Colette’s hand dropped from his, her body turned slightly to face him as her hand lightly hit his chest stopping him from taking another step. “So, um.. who was that?”

He couldn't believe this was happening. Of all the times he could possibly catch sight of his ex-girlfriend, it just had to be tonight,  didn't it? Stunned to the spot, he hardly even noticed when Colette made him come to a sudden stop. He looked down at her hand  against his chest, a faux look of confusion on her face. He knew she had noticed the eye contact. "Trust me, that was no one of your concern." He spoke harshly, that usual smooth, kind tone suddenly turned savage. He gripped the brunette by her elbow gently then and steered her around,  promptly guiding her to the exits. He owed her the truth, no matter how painful and potentially interfering the answer was to their special night together.  Sighing as the cool breeze hit his face, Evan looked over his  shoulder once more carefully before addressing her question. "She's my ex," he admitted bashfully. In any regular situation, Evan would stay the furthest he possibly could from this topic.  He was respectful like that, and didn't like to dwell on the past. So he kept it blunt and to the point. "Sarah's mother." He added to clarify, and he hoped that was all the information she needed. "I'm sorry that had to happen. right now, of all times..."

[crypticmeth-blog]

[evan-carlson]

coletteelswoodmd:

Being estranged from a friend wasn’t exactly the best thing in the world, or the topic of conversation but it was something that was all too familiar to Colette. Especially after watching her long time friend being rushed into surgery.

Her emotions flooded her making it hard for her to concentrate on anything other than the constant ache in  her chest. It was mid-day, not exactly the best time to be bothering anybody but the only person who she wanted to see right now was Evan. It only took her minutes to get to the lab from the OR, before she could even let her doubts register she was heading in his direction stopping once she reached the  door frame of the lab. Her features were over taken by her heartbreaking emotions as her brown hues found Evan’s.

Evan had finally managed to catch up. He was focusing on something on the computer when out of his corner eye her figure materialized. He blinked once, turning to bring her into more focus before recognizing Colette. Her eyes were brimming with emotion he did not understand, but immediately felt responsible to tend to. Without looking back at his work for even a second, he stood and rounded the counter between the two of them. As he walked fast, his voice carried over towards her, smooth and quiet, 'Hey,  what's wrong?' What could have possibly gone wrong to make  her this upset? He'd never seen her quite like this, and Evan was almost scared to find out the reason behind her tears.

[inboxstuff]

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[evan-carlson]

adflictaae:

Zoe was looking down at her

phone as she walked into the lobby of Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital, having just  gotten off of work herself and handling a few last minute things before she went to see Blake. Trekking forward with gentle steps, her eyes were focused down on the phone. Texting and walking wasn’t the best thing to do but it was only a few more words and she was done for the evening. Zoe hated how work followed her home so often, but it was part of the job description of being a CEO. There was always something that needed to be done and  something that just couldn’t wait until tomorrow.

Hitting send, Zoe looked up from her phone to find a woman running straight her way and yelling how sorry she was. Moving to the left, Zoe only avoided the collision by mere seconds. But the next thing the blonde heard left her wide eyed and trying to get away as quickly as possible. She recognized Evan’s voice anywhere, and he was really the last person she expected or wanted to see right now or ever. The guilt of how they’d ended thins, no matter how necessary, still weighed down on her shoulders even seven years after the fact. Fingers crossed that he wouldn’t see her as Zoe quickly attempted to maneuver her way out of sight, but not quickly enough.

He saw her come bursting around the corner, looking gorgeous in that tiny floral dress that fit her perfectly. Right then Evan was already imagining what it would feel like to scoop her up in his arms. It would probably feel so easy, so natural. Gathering his sanity, he then  shook himself to reality, watching as she leaned against the same wall as him to return her heels to her feet.         'Whoa,, slow down there. It's not a race.' he          laughed, offering an awkward hand out in          an attempt to assist her balance. Once she was determined to be on their way, Evan smiled. She was kind of cute with the whole urgent,  apologetic vibe she had going on. As he reached out to place a hand around her waist to guide her towards the exit, a flash of blond caught his eyes and he froze. For half a second their eyes locked over Colette's head and his frantic nerves quickly spiraled into nausea.            Zoe.        'You know what, let's get out of here. It's been         a long day. For the both of us. Let's grab a          bite to eat. All that running around hallways          probably has you hungrier than a horse.' He  didn't  want to  know why  she  was  here,  didn't  want to waist a second  longer  than  he  needed at the  hospital. Evan's  goal  right  then was  to  get  him  and  Colette  out from  that  place,  and  hope  that   the  haunting  image  of his ex-fiancee  and  mother  of  his  child did  not  taint  what seconds ago had seemed to be the beginning of a promising first date with a girl he really liked.

[evan-carlson]

feistydetective:

"Just because you can, doesn’t  mean you have to. Good for  you, being the responsible and  sober one.”

❝Oh. So you're not... one of those     girls who thinks I'm a loser for     having a curfew and a sense of     responsibility...   Good. Good to know.❞

[evan-carlson]

He had been on several dates this past year, none of which had made him half as nervous as he was right now, staring at himself in the mirror of the men's room at the hospital. He'd managed to get home, only to be called in again last minute because of a short-staff syndrome, and had frustratingly stashed a plastic bag with a clean white v-neck and a black blazer. Nothing too fancy, but not too casual either. In general Evan enjoyed dressing up. He found dress shirts and pants more comfortable than jeans. He was in his element like this, and usually putting on nice clothes boosted the man's confidence tenfold, but for some reason it wasn't having quite the same effect as tonight. Evan said goodbye to Sarah before rushing out the door, kissing her quickly on the temple. He thanked the sitter for being able to arrive on such short notice, and apologized profusely for the inconvenience.

It was only when he left the bathroom that Evan realized he had never cemented a specific pick-up spot for his date with Colette tonight. Her voice floated to him from earlier that morning, 'so yeah, here. Here is good.' In no time he found himself right back at his desk, ignoring the knowing looks of the few people he worked with in the lab. Not wanting to look too eager, not irritated for the presence of the brunette, the lab tech stood leaning against a wall nearby the lab, discretely checking his watch to see that it was just one minute until seven...

[evan-carlson]

WANTED: mother who abandoned her kid (but might have a good reason?)

false. there are no good reasons to abandon your children, but i'm looking for someone who can make this woman more human. so I haven't written Evan's bio up yet, but basically all you need yo know is that he is a single father to a beautiful little girl named Sarah, and i'm looking for 'the mother'. this isn't a version of how i met your mother, i promise. just think it wouuld be cool to plot some stuff with her and have her be a part of evan's life to a certain degree.  while he thinks she just left for selfish reasons, maybe there was a deeper story that he was not a part of and has no awareness of? so if you'd like an angsty plot and for your character to be a mother to a 7 year old, send me a message to discuss potential plots. :)

please note that evan will be super protective and he is definitely not the mother's #1 fan. 

thanks, and now you may go back to your previously scheduled dashplay. 

edit: POSITION NOW FILLED. but feel free to still message me for plots!

[evan-carlson]

indieprincessrp:

Gwendolyn let out a small chuckle and shook her head in amusement. “I’m going to stick to my grape juice for now. It’s too early for hard liquor” She teased, holding her cup out. “Cheers?”

❝Grape juice,❞ he parroted. ❝That's nowhere near as fun     as drinking incessantly before my daughter's bedtime, for once.❞

[evan-carlson]

impossiblewoman:

      “Didn’t think you would.”

❝What's that supposed to mean?❞

[filayohfish]

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fallin’ yes I am fallin’ and she keeps callin’ me back again

[evan-carlson]

coletteelswoodmd:

❝Oh… OH. Like a uh,    date?                         I’d actually really love that.                                          Are you sure you have someone to watch Sarah?❞

❝Yeah, or something...❞ He feels slightly nervous at his forwardness,     but then he also thinks she's been waiting for him to make the first     move, and if he waits any longer she'll start to question things.      ❝Don't worry about that. It's my responsibility; not yours. So ... pick     you up at seven?❞