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almostparaiso​:

He couldn’t find his voice until he was inside, back inside a house that was at least safe from the outside world. Being afraid wasn’t Miguel’s thing. In fact getting involved in the diner fire had been one of the most thrilling experiences since moving to Paraiso. But he couldn’t help but think of Lucy and Ellie afterwards, bringing him to the doctor’s doorsteps to check on them. The rosary beads were shoved into his pocket before finally looking back at Eleanor, giving her a half smile. “Yeah, yeah.. I’m fine. I just wanted to see Lucy.” 

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Once the initial relief had worn off, she could feel herself growing more annoyed. “That’s-” cutting herself off with a sign, she nodded her head once. “-Yeah, okay. She’s asleep, though. Living room. If you wake her up, you have to get her back to sleep.” The tone was jovial, but she meant it. Her shift wasn’t too far away, and she’d hoped for at least a little bit of quiet before the bustle of the hospital. “Are you- are you sure you’re alright? Was anyone hurt?”

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theparaisocity​:

Gabe took the proffered coffee with a grateful smile and a slight nod. “Absolutely, though if you ask him, he’ll almost certainly say different.” He was so sick and tired of every pendejo thinking they knew better just because they watched medical television and were obsessed with WebMD. “Thank you, Dr. Barrow, but no, I won’t give him the satisfaction of a third opinion; especially not when he’s just mad he got a Puerto Rican nurse with an attitude.” Sure, the patient hadn’t said anything to him, but he knew the looks by now; not to mention the change in tone. After taking a sip of his coffee, he chuckled at her retail crack. “Exactly! See, you understand, Eleanor, and that is why we get along so well.”

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“Christ,” she mumbled into the top of her cup, “I wouldn’t say you have an attitude! Not really. Not compared to some of the bloody patients, anyway.” The beside manner of any medical professional was always something she enjoyed poking fun at, even if her own wasn’t always the best. Typical British coldness. “I often wonder why I ever changed fields,” Ellie joked, thinking back to her days of working at the local supermarket. She’d give anything to never have to work in one of those again. 

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almostparaiso​:

Hours after the fire, Miguel found himself at a familar doorway, sighing after knocking twice. By now the news of Betty’s diner was plastered on all channels, even knocking out the original newspaper’s front page to the blazing fire that engulfed the restaurant. Tattooed fingers clutched onto a string of rosemary beads, thumb grazing along the figure of the Virgin Mary as he waited in silence for Eleanor. When she finally appeared, Miguel took one step back and kept his voice low, knowing it was still early in the morning. “Hey.. Can I come in real quick?” 

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The knock on the door was something she had been anticipating since she’d seen the news. Hoping for and dreading in equal measure. Lucy had been fussy, as if she’d known something was wrong, and she’d only been asleep for an hour. Ellie knew she looked a mess, at least two fingernails bleeding from being bitten so severely. Still, as she opened the door, seeing him, there was a breath of something akin to relief in her lungs. “Are you alright?” She asked, without really meaning to, voice a whisper. Arms were wrapped around her stomach, and she moved to the side to let him, shutting the door when he was through. “What are you doing here?”

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theparaisocity​:

Gabe refused to deal with anymore bullshit on this shift. To put it simply, his willpower wouldn’t be able to stop him from throwing punches much longer. “I can not, no I will not, be held responsible for the idiocy of others. That patient can bitch all they want to, but I’m not the one who rode my bike into a tree, and then expected the setting of my compound fraction to be painless. If they don’t like the care they’re getting from me, I’m happy to pass them along. However the doctor’s already done their job, and they’re too busy to come back, so it’s really an administration call at this point. Besides, an emergency room is nothing like a retail store, the customer is not always right; in fact they almost never are.”

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As she all but inhaled her second cup of coffee of the day, Eleanor was content to just let Gabe talk. She watched his rant with a half smile, leaning across the nurses station, happy in the slight quiet that had formed, the first of the day. In the cup holder she’d just retrieved her own latte from, was another steaming brew that she pushed towards the man wordlessly. “Is he alright, now, then?” This wasn’t a patient she’d treated herself, but she could imagine exactly the type he was talking about. “If he wants someone to pop in and give a second opinion, I have a minute.” There was no doubt in her mind at all that she’d simply be repeating Gabe’s opinion. “Having worked in retail, the customer’s very rarely right then, either.”

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{ jenna coleman / cis female / she, her } ☼― Desert sands and sunset hues, Arizona is home to the one and only { ELEANOR BARROW }. SHE is said to be a { THIRTY FOUR YEAR OLD DOCTOR }, living at Paraiso for almost { TWO } years. They are known to be { + PRAGMATIC } and { + RESILIENT } as well { - RESTLESS } and { - RIGID }. Rumor has it, they are { WORKING WITH THE CRIMSON RIDERS }. ―☾

PERSONAL

FULL NAME: Eleanor Barrow AGE: Thirty-four. DATE OF BIRTH: 3rd September 1986 ZODIAC: Virgo PROFESSION: Doctor HOMETOWN: Yorkshire SEXUALITY: Bisexual, biromantic. MBTI: ISTJ-T MORAL ALIGNMENT: True Neutral ENNEAGRAM: Type 1 ”The Reformer” PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES

FACE CLAIM: Jenna Coleman. RACE/ETHNICITY: White. NATIONALITY: English. HEIGHT: Five foot two. BUILD: Small, toned. HAIR: Neat, usually tied back. FACIAL HAIR: N/A. HAIR COLOR: Brown. EYE COLOR: Brown. DOMINANT HAND: Right. ANOMALIES / SCARS:  N/A. SCENT: Coffee, perfume. ATTIRE: Vintage style, often wears dresses. Heeled boots. Leather jacket often worn outside work, where she is obviously more likely to be wearing a medcoat, either dark grey or navy. Silver ring worn on right hand on the ring finger.

KEY EVENTS

Eleanor was born in New York City, in the mid-80s, to parents Celeste Morschin and David Barrow. Her mother American and her father English, the family moved to Yorkshire before her first birthday. She was born the younger sister to one Owen Barrow, and later became the older sister to James Barrow. 

She grew up in and around the North of England her whole life, only moving to the USA when she was twenty-four, hoping to complete her medical degree in America. 

Eleanor, having now earned her title of Doctor fully, eventually ended up working and living in Paraiso, where she met Miguel. After a short-term relationship, she fell pregnant with an unplanned baby girl, who may have been accidental but is now the absolute most important thing in Ellie’s life. 

Due to her relationship, she knows about the MC, and routinely works as an on-call doctor for them in emergency situations, but that’s as far as she’ll associate with them. To her, they represent danger. 

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