Post by Faith A. Summers on Aug 31, 2012 17:08:30 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; height: 250px; overflow:auto; border-left: 10px solid #657f86; background: #FCFEF5; opacity: 0.8; border-top-right-radius:60px; border-bottom-left-radius:60px;] Faith Ann Summers  Twenty six || Doctor || Addiction || Rachel Hurd-Wood || Female nicknames: N/a orientation: Straight age/dob: Twenty six, August eighth member group: Doctor anything else?: Secretly addicted to the pills she gives patients. personality: Faith is almost the definition of a southern belle. She loves to take care of anything that breaths, and tends to put others before herself. She treats patients like they're her children, always obsessing and making sure they're in tip-top shape, which is one of the reasons why she's so frequently in the therapy and rehab departments. It's hard to get her mad, since she takes everything so lightly. But, if between the pleasant conversation and playful little jokes, you end up striking a nerve and getting her angry, you'll know it. When she gets mad, she gets quiet. All conversation will stop, and she'll give the cold shoulder. Faith is good at making you feel like you're the most worthless person on the planet, all from ignoring you and giving her cold hard looks. When she's high off pills, she'll act more dazed. She'll take a few seconds to register what you're saying, and seem like she's not paying attention. Faith will still talk normally and joke, but everything will be delayed. A few times, she's felt dizzy and wobbly, but tried to hide it from any of the other co-workers. Look closely and you can tell when she's popped a few. brief history: Faith was born and raised in the heart of Texas with her mother, father, and little brother. Her nurturing skills started at an early age of five, when her brother was born and diagnosed with Autism. She started taking care of him alongside her mother, and loving evert second of it. She was taught to love and care for things first hand, but also be a hard worker. Her father put her to work on their ranch, feeding and caring for the sheep, horses, and cows. Faith cared for the animals, and her brother, all through her high school and college years. Her dream was to be a doctor, and she made that happen as soon as she graduated highschool. One place she wanted to work for desperatley, was White Springs. She applied as soon as she graduated college, but unfortunately, she was only twenty four. As soon as she turned the minimun age- twenty five- she applied again and moved to Florida. About six months into her job, she was suffering from migrane headaches. To stop the horrible pain, she took a few of her patient's pills. It eased the pain, but started her addiction. Now, almost two years later, she still loves working there, but is also struggling to hide her addiction to the meds. roleplay sample: i feel like i should apologize for how long this is. To be nervous was to be legally insane. At least in Christian's mind, it was. He'd never been nervous- hell, he couldn't remember a time when he was even excited- about going out with a woman. Now, getting into his Hummer, he could feel his pulse quickening. Giving his head a shake, he closed the door with a loud thud. This wasn't even a real date, and she wasn't anything important to him. So he couldn't understand why she was making him react like this. He put the key in the ignition and started up the monster vehicle. The air conditioner blasted along with the music as he studied himself in the rear view mirror before putting the truck into reverse and backing out of his driveway. Going down the highway, he cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair. Christian tried to think of some reason why he shouldn't be nervous, and hoped that it'd try to ease his nerves. There was, of course, a big one. The main reason he had even told her to come tonight was to discuss her store. He was contemplating kicking her out of the space- her and all the animals- and combine it with the empty space next door. It would be a bigger store front to offer, and would bring in more customers. No one wanted to shop at a tiny store. But on the other hand, she was a pet store. Miami was full of kids, so he couldn't deny that she was indeed bringing in the revenue. Letting out a small sigh, he tried to make a quick decision, but none came. There was no easy way to solve this. On one hand, he could have double the money at less of the cost. Every one loved money, especially Mr.Hilton. The more he could get his greedy hands on, the better. At the thought of money, a small pleasant smile crept onto his lips. It made his days a little brighter knowing that he'd never run out of money. He owned malls, hotels, and other businesses he wasn't even sure of their purpose. And even if his businesses happened to fail and go bankrupt, he had daddy in the background to pick him back up. He let out a small chuckle at that thought. At first, he hated people calling him a daddy's boy. But now, he accepted the title with pride. Hell, if your daddy was a millionaire who gave you whatever you wanted, you'd love it too. But then, on the other hand.. if he kicked that woman- what was her name? Marissa. Madeline. Oh, no, it was Marilyn. If he kicked Marilyn out of her store, forcing her and all the pets out onto the sidewalk until she found another place, he'd feel bad. Guilt was something he was unaccustomed to, and so far, he wasn't liking it at all. He didn't think he'd be able to survive through seeing her angelic face saddened, and even worse, knowing it was his fault. Typically, he had no problem playing the bad guy. In fact, being the villain in most of the situations was really fun. Along with a daddy's boy, he was used to being called an asshole. But something about this woman was different, and as scared as he was that she had that power over him, he was curious too. As he pulled up to the high-class Italian restaurant, he pushed these thoughts to the back of his mind. He was here to discuss business, and that's all. Then he could return to his house- to his pets, his maid, and the girls who were only a phone call away from a guaranteed good time. Removing the keys, he stepped out of the Hummer and ran his hands down his tie, eliminating any wrinkles that may have snuck in during the ride. If there was one thing Christian was sure he could do right, was dress. Going to the sidewalk, he handed the valet the keys. "If you scratch her, I'll be sure to leave you on your ass quicker than you can stutter an apology. Got it?" The young valet boy, probably in his late teens, gaped at him with wide eyes. This reaction was very satisfactory, and Mr.Hilton didn't even wait around to hear an answer. Though, as he was walking away from the teen and towards the door to the restaurant, he was pretty sure he heard a meek 'yes sir' as a reply. A pleased smirk spread over his lips as he pulled the glass door open and entered the business. God, he loved being an asshole. But his expression switched to a more serious one as he approached the young woman who was currently taking reservations. He almost stopped at the back of the line, but ended up strolling to the front like it was no big deal. Ignoring a few angry remarks from the other patrons, he looked down at the woman. She was alright looking. Nothing amazing or memorable about her, though when she looked up, he noted that she had interesting hazel eyes. They were an odd mixture of green and brown, with yellow pedal-like designs. That was enough to earn his signature smile, which had the effect he desired. She stared at him, her cheeks turning a bright red, and stuttered something about taking reservations. He ignored it and told her exactly what he wanted. "I need a table for two, inside, at the window with a view of the ocean." His tone was no-nonsense, and he could see on her face that she was visibly shaken. It took her a few seconds to react, but she eventually gave a small 'okay.' Christian gave a nod and glanced at her name tag. As he did so, he noted that she didn't have amazing boobs, either. Bummer. "Thanks, doll. Have that ready in about ten minutes." Turning to walk back outside, he heard her voice over the chatter of everyone in line, talking about him being such an ass for line-cutting. 'Wait, Mr.Hilton..' As he looked back at her, he raised an eyebrow, visibly annoyed by her taking up his time. This simple action sent her into another frenzy, as if she didn't expect him to actually stop. 'M-my name is.. is Brittney.' Christian gave another smile, this time more of an impatiently fake one. "That's wonderful." With that douche bag answer, he turned and continued out of the restaurant. Once outside, he shoved his hands into his pockets. On any other day, he'd be taking in the satisfaction of women already knowing his name as soon as he walked in the door. But right now, he just wanted Marilyn to arrive. He said seven, and it was only six-fifty. Standing casually by the door, he looked down at his expensive formal shoes. He also took note of the fancy red rug under his feet. For a second he hoped that Marilyn knew where this place was. She didn't seem like she was accustomed to money, because after all, if she had excess amounts of it, he assumed she wouldn't be fighting for her tiny store in the first place. Christian glanced up when he heard a car engine, and he found himself smiling as Marilyn stepped out of the car. She was fucking gorgeous. Though that wasn't saying much, because he had thought the same thing even when she was covered in animal hair and urine during her work hours. Recovering from his brief stupor, he approached her, giving the valet boy a glance. The teen jumped into action, appearing at Mr.Hilton's side ready to take the woman's keys. Turning to go inside, he ran his hand through his hair, eliminating all nervousness and putting on his poker face. "I'm glad you came. I was worried that when you said you'd never go out to dinner with an ass, you actually meant it." He chuckled quietly, opening the heavy glass door once again. His eyes automatically went to Brittney, who busied herself as soon as she spotted him. "We already have reservations.." Christian explained to Marilyn as they approached her desk-like set up, once again passing everyone in line. "Brittney was kind enough to reserve us a table." With the mention of her name, he flashed a fake smile towards the hostess, who grabbed two menus and mumbled something about following her. He motioned for Marilyn to go first, and he followed after. He couldn't help but smirk at the disappointment on the young woman's face when she saw that he was here with another girl. Getting comfortable in his seat, he cocked his head to the side slightly, watching his date. Or.. business associate. Whatever. "I'll try to make this as painless for you as I can." He said, sarcasm dripping from his smiling mouth. It was no secret that Marilyn didn't like him, though most people didn't. He knew fairly well that he was probably on her shit list at the moment, for even considering throwing her and her animals out of business. And for once, he was willing to give an attempt at changing her opinion of him. After all, he wasn't a complete douche bag. He could be nice once in awhile. It was just harder when he was dealing with a person of lower social status, he thought to himself. But her looks certainly did make up for it, so this would be painless for him as well, as he gazed across the table into her beautiful blue eyes. Kacie || Eightteen || Six or Seven years || Yep twice c: |