Aurora

Aurora "Rory" Grace   Twenty-two years Veterinary assistant “I feel free when I see no one and nobody knows my name”

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scottbarnes:

“Hmm?” Scott instinctively sounded, looking down at the girl on the steps. Honestly, he hadn’t noticed her until now. “Oh! No, it’s alright, I’m– fuck sake. Lost my friend’s kid and this is going to look really bad. I was just… trying to find him.” Turning his gaze back to the park, he narrowed his eyes to where he’d just shouted at. Both Ana and Gabe were never going to let him look after his godson again if he couldn’t find Matthew – especially when they were both in an important meeting over the fate of the child. “Matty, come on!”

Instinctively, she jumped out of her seat and looked in the direction that he was squinting. "Oh, gosh," she exclaimed, looking into the patchy distribution of the groups of people, "What was he wearing? I could help you look!" She tried to scan the crowd to look for any child really, hoping she could be of any assistance.

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noahwitterman:

For the past twenty minutes, Noah had been on the phone with his sister-in-law discussing the several conflicts of their schedule that would impact the life of their pre-teen who was currently waiting to get picked up from school. “I’m workin’ Saturday, no she won’t be home, said she was goin’ out with friends. You still got her number? Rory…yeah I’ll call her.” 

The sound of Rory voicing her mistake had been enough to pull Noah away from his conversation, funny enough, about that very young woman who was apologizing for nothing. “You know I was just talkin’ about you?” The man took up the space of the open seat beside her after his phone was back in his pocket. “Don’t know why you just don’t make a livin’ seelin’ those.” Noah nodded towards the sketch pad that resided on Rory’s lap. As far as he was concerned her art was better than half the stuff people were calling modern art these days, even if it was just pencil and paper. 

A sigh of relief escaped her lips when she just realized it was her friend, Noah. I guess you could consider them friends, probably more acquaintances. She babysat for the family occasionally, which was something she loved. They're a great family and working with kids is something she loved, second to working with animals. "Oh! Did your sister need me for anything?" She asked with a smile, that was probably the only reason he would have been talking about her honestly. "No way," she blushed, looking down at the art in her lap, "I could never. My parents would have hated if I became an artist."

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judith-polinsky:

“I bet dudes harass you less dressed like that. Oh my god, not that you don’t look good, you totally still look stellar just you know. You’re dressed down for sure.” Jude nodded rest assured as she caught herself looking down at the sketchbook of doodles to shut up her motor mouth from one damn second but then she looked back up at the girl. “Oh sweet, do you groom dogs too? I got a mangy mutt begging for a pamper.” Jude replied. “Hey me too. I used to doodle on the headers of my notebook before I went pro.” She joked.

A small, nervous chuckle escaped her lips before she subconsciously fidgeted with the hem of her scrubs. "I guess so. Guys don't really harass me, in general. I try not to go out too much," she shrugged, realizing how lame she was making herself sound. "We don't, sadly. I really rather spend my day washing dogs instead of giving them shots," she sighed. It was true though. She loved being a vet but as an assistant, it seemed like all she did was give shots and a couple various activities. "Oh! You're a professional artist?" A feeling of embarrassment washed over her when she realized that her doodles probably looked so much worse now. "Now my doodles are really no good." 

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zane-foster:

“You sold your grandmother’s prized possessions? How heartless of you,” he joked, thinking it was insane that someone would actually buy 300 dolls. “10K? I don’t think I’ve ever had that much at once, so yeah your seventh grade self was still way more financially stable than a 25-year-old drummer. Quite a feat,” he laughed. “Zane’s my middle name. My dad was also Benjamin, so I guess it was just easier on everyone.”

"You can't blame me. They were creepy," she laughed. At this point in the conversation is when Rory would usually end it and move on with her life but she swore to stick to her new years resolution of making more friends- at least trying to. "So, you're a drummer? Do you play any place around here?"

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judith-polinsky:

“Not at all, babe.” Jude smiled and sat her ass down next to the girl and crossed one foot over the other as she leaned back on her arms and stared out. “I just needed a moment of peace for a while. Long ass day, you know what I mean. Well, fuck dude, you must. Work clothes?” Jude guessed as she looked the other brunette up and down. “I mean nobody wears scrubs for fun unless you do then more power to you, babe. You do you.” Jude nodded and formed her hand to make the devil horns. “You an artist?” She asked casually.

Rory almost laughed at the irony that the girl just wanted a moment of peace but came over to start a conversation. She would have laughed if she wasn't so taken aback by the amount of confidence spewing from this girl. "Oh, I forgot I was still in these," she exclaimed, scrunching her eyebrows as she looked down at her scrubs, "I guess I should have changed. But yes- I mean, no- well- I work at the animal hospital." Rory mentally cursed herself for being so awkward and took a deep breathe. "Not really, I'm no good. It's just doodles." 

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zane-foster:

“Vintage doll collection?” he asked with wide eyes. “All I’m thinking is Annabelle.” He shivered at the thought of one doll, let alone 300 hundred. “You’ve got to be shitting me. Three hundred?” he asked incredulously. “I’d torch them. Sorry, Grams,” he laughed. “Aurora, eh? Tell me your parents were some super space freaks, ‘cuz that’d be amazing. I’m actually a Benjamin,” he said, placing a hand on his chest. “But it’s been Zane since I was a fetus.” 

"I sold it," Rory shrugged. She actually sold it as soon as she could, those things were so creepy. "Got over ten thousand for the whole collection- not bad for a seventh grader."  In all actuality, money didn't really mean much to her as a child since her parents had so much, but she didn't need to bring that up. "No, nice guess though. My parents met in Aurora, Illinois so they named me after the town," she exclaimed. It was a pretty boring story honestly. "How does Zane come from Benjamin?"

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zane-foster:

His eyes squinted as he leaned back with a smile on his face. “You see, you have good taste. I like you,” he replied, leaning back in his chair and shrugging his shoulders. “Hey, the Chucky movies are classics. Corny as shit and hilarious, but that doesn’t stop me from being on high alert anytime there’s a doll around,” Zane assured, laughing. “I’m Zane by the way.”

Without knowing it, Rory let out a sigh of relief when he didn't make fun of her opinions. She knew she shouldn't care but couldn't help it anyways. "Oh, I completely understand. When my grandma passed away, she left me her vintage doll collection," Rory sighed, cringing at the memory, "There had to be close to three hundred of them. I couldn't sleep for weeks." She shook her head slightly, as if to shake the memory out of her head. "I'm Rory- well, Aurora. But nobody calls me that," she smiled slightly, trying not to be awkward, "Nice to meet you."

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gabevasile:

Gabe smiled at the girl’s response, ducking his head slightly. It was always nice to hear people complimenting his son— Matthew was his favorite thing in the world, after all. He quirked a brow at her words, slightly amused but also concerned. “Based off that I’m going to say you work with animals somehow..? Children can be a bit morbid these days, I think we can agree on that.”

"You would be correct. Veterinarian- well, assistant," she exclaimed, trying to find the right words, "I'm in my second year of residency." In her mind, she already had the title of veterinarian and thought everyone should go around calling her doctor with the amount of time she puts in at the clinic. She was basically there more than the actual vets. "I assume you work with.. bones? Or is it fossils?"

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anastasia-hastings:

“Daisy, Daisy I told you to wait” Anastasia called out after her dog that had ran in front of her and Anastasia had lost grip before loosing the lead along with her pup. “Damn it” she hissed as she chased after her dog that had ran up to the stranger before catching her just in the nick of time. “No, no it’s okay” She said as she picking up her Jack Russell Terrier that had managed to escape her grip.  “You were here first, but miss Daisy just came to say hi” the blonde had said breathlessly after chasing her, “she wanted to check out those neat sketches”  

"Oh, jeez," Rory exclaimed, placing a hand on her heart to calm herself. She reached out for the little dog to sniff her hand before scratching his head, "You scared me a bit, Daisy. It's not good to run away!" She laughed lightly before realizing that her sketches were out in the open. She hastily shut the sketch book, throwing it into her bag so hopefully the woman wouldn't ask to see them. "Those are nothing exciting," she exclaimed, a little too jumpy, before trying to change the subject. "So, uh- I've seen you before, I think. Do you come into my clinic for this little one?"

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It had been a long day at the office before Rory's was finally able to make her way out. Still in her vet scrubs, she made her way over to the park to release some stress. Sitting on some random stone steps, she pulled out a sketch pad and started doodling away her worries. A voice startled her out of her focus, causing her hand to flinch and mess up the portion of her art. "Ah, shoot," she exclaimed before looking up at the stranger, "Oh! Sorry! Am I in your way? I'll move!" 

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zane-foster:

“What’s your favorite scary movie?” Zane asked with a grin, his voice slow and gravelly, partly an attempt at the Ghostface voice, but mostly because he had smoked up only 15 minutes prior. “No seriously,” he assured as a breathy laugh escaped him. “You can get a good sense of someone’s character by what type of horror they’re into, man. I mean, at least I think that’s true.”

"Oh- uh- well, I guess I really liked the Grudge," Rory stuttered, trying to think of a good response, "the Ring was good too." As he laughed, the all too familiar smell lingered off his breathe and Rory almost had to laugh to herself slightly. "I mean, I also liked the Chuckie's. Well, I thought they were funny?" She ran a finger through her hair, grimacing at her statement that slipped out of her lips, hoping he wasn't going to make fun of her for it.

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julie-burke:

          “Wait, just a second!” Julie exclaimed as soon as she recognized that the drink in her hand hadn’t matched up with the order she had recently placed, it automatically tasting foul on her tongue. With her shorter legs and heels she wore, ironically not doing a single thing for her height, she eventually caught the stranger’s attention. “Wow, that sounded much more serious than I thought. No emergency here, I just think I grabbed yours instead of mine.”

"Oh!" Rory cried, getting startled by the voice of the stranger. "I'm so sorry! Ah- shit- my bad. Here! That's probably my fault." Handing the drink over to the stranger, Rory was still frazzled by the sudden interaction, trying to gather her words. "You probably don't want that anyways. It's just five shots of espresso."

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gabevasile:

“—– I was talking to my kid earlier on the phone asking him about his day, how school was as you do to a seven-year-old, when he all of a sudden asks ‘dad, when are you going to show me some real dinosaur bones from your work’. Needless to say, I don’t think he really understands what I do for a living.”

"That's quite adorable," she replied. She didn't really feel like talking much but children were just too cute to not talk about. "I was asked to present to a sixth grade class a few weeks ago for their career day and I was not prepared for these children. I thought I'd get questions about puppies and kittens but I got 'why did you kill my dog?' and 'you gave my cat cancer!'"