Erklings25

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP

Christopher Freeman

_{I'm not gonna swallow the lie that I'm fed
Cos I want the world coming down on my head
You're gonna find out you're already dead
And I was the world coming down on your head}

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"I don't think you understand, son. There's an emergency. It's probably an absolute ruckus up there. Do you think my ears can handle that kind of noise? No, precisely. So you'll have to deliver the flipping blood samples yourself, won't you?"

It was common knowledge among interns that you do not want under Dr Christopher Freeman. Ever. He would work them hard and use them for menial tasks that are too dull for him. This one was impressive, he had been working under Christopher for three weeks and his spirit hadn't been broken. Christopher liked the young man's spunk and determination, and therefore felt the need to work him harder than usual. As the boy ran off with the blood tests, Christopher moved quickly to the young man's work station in the lab. He seemed to be working on some equation he couldn't get the hang of for school. Topher was also known for being helpful towards those who he respected, so sticking to that image, he wrote out the hardest part of the work for the young man, and left him a note telling him that he just earned a 30 minute coffee break.

He returned back to his desk, cleaning up various test tubes and watch-glasses. This was the menial part of his job, cleaning up his mess. He truly adored his work, but it could be a bit tiresome. Nonetheless, without him the entire hospital would collapse. He was one of the best lab techs in the U.S., and everyone knew it, including himself. What he was doing was important research for the sake of the country. Or something like that, the usual spiel his mother gave him whenever she visited him.

He nodded at the intern as he came back. "Right then, I'm off on my break. I think I'll go and help with the ambulances. You'll know where to find me." His voice was unnaturally slow and he meticulously pronounced each syllable, a trick he learnt from speech therapy.

"Are you sure, Dr Freeman? I mean, you just said you wouldn't go up there... And you look exhausted..."

"Calm down, Lucas. I'll be just fine. What's the point of working in a hospital if you can't help 24/7."

As he entered the auditorium, the wailing sirens screamed over his thoughts. It almost hurt him, sending him into a state of panic. He was tired, and his sensitive ears were getting the better of him. He needed to get out, but he wanted to help. That was his job.

That being said, he never usually had to deal with this kind of noise. Taking a few deep breaths, he prepared for the worst. If distressed relatives needed help, he'd be there. If an impromptu blood test was needed, he'd be there. He looked around the room, spotting Tamara Hayes standing around, presumably as determined to help out as he was. He didn't think she was particularly bad company, so he walked up to her, coughing to make his presence know.

"Well hello there. Someone looks tired today. Were you working all night or...?" Small talk was, clearly, not his forte.

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Creating Our Own Lives; A Road Trip, Slice of Life Roleplay!

Johnny Baxter

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Foresight was a gift that Johnny had always believed he was blessed with. So it was absolutely astonishing when he realised that he had stupidly left himself with nothing to do. He forgot to bring his camera, a book, his old Nintendo, anything. He silently berated himself for being such an idiot. The logical solution was to go back home and get something to do. That being said, if his parents were home they would get suspicious. Was there any way to get in without getting caught?

His train if thought was suddenly halted by a voice calling his name. His head quickly snapped upwards, searching for whoever said his name. His inquisitive glare soften as soon he saw the culprit. Samantha Kingsley. She was the closest thing he had to a friend. She was quite sweet and always made time to say 'hello' to him, which he secretly valued. He in turn tried his best to be nice to her, didn't try to avoid her company, and helped her out as best he could when necessary. They weren't friends, but she was one of the few people he actually liked.

And though he didn't want to go to the party, he would have felt bad refusing her offer to drive him. He jogged up to the car, kneeling on the grass so he was on her level. He took a moment to catch his breath before speaking. "Good afternoon. You really don't mind taking me? Cheers, I suppose. I mean, I don't want to go (don't you think it sounds dreadful?), but now that you've offered I guess I-" On closer inspection, Sammi's eyes looked a little red. He paused for a moment, his stare intensifying. "Have you been crying, by chance?" He nodded slightly to signal that he understood why, tightly smiling. He gave her a quick pat on the shoulder, which he intended to be a comforting gesture, though he didn't know if it would be of any help. "When we were being told by our teachers that we all need to try harder if we wanted to graduate, I think I know the one person that they weren't talking to. Well, I'll see you. Oh! Good afternoon, Miss Kingsley!" He briefly greeted Samantha's mother, then slowly stood up and walked away.

Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck. His house wasn't too far away, definitely within walking distance, and he had confidently left his window open. The perfect crime. Ten minutes later Johnny found himself scaling the walls of his house. He despised any form of physical exertion, but this was entirely necessary. He looked around his room, determind to find his camera. He was about to leave through the window, when he heard a car parking outside. Oh crud. His parents were back from work. Waiting until the front door slammed, Johnny scrambled down the side of the house, running back to the lake, camera in hand.

He spent a while sitting there alone, filming whatever interested him, narrating over the top. He'd found the perfect shot of some kids who were in his class speeding past him in their car, throwing their gowns onto the pavement, laughing. They hadn't seen him. He like to go unnoticed, filming whatever he chose, whatever was curious. Small towns, in his experience, were either curious or dull. Content could be both he had come to find. Usually, he liked sitting alone and doing nothing, but Sammi's offer for a ride stayed in the back of his mind. There was some rogue part of him that wanted to indulge her, for some apparent reason. He had her phone number from some project that he had done with her a year or so ago, and he couldn't be bothered to delete it. Swallowing his pride, his picked up his phone and went her a quick message:

Hello. If it's okay with you, I would like to take you up on your offer for a ride to the Henderson party.
- Johnny

He sat back on his bench, awaiting a reply. His attention was quickly stolen by some bird of prey above him, presumably a kestrel, preparing to swoop down on some good in front of him. The vole appeared too smart for the bird, because every time it swooped down to catch its meal the creature scarpered. It would hide for a bit and come out again. The whole situation was almost amusing, and Johnny caught the whole thing on film.

Creating Our Own Lives; A Road Trip, Slice of Life Roleplay!

Johnny Baxter

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"I guess you've just gotta find something you love to do and then... do it for the rest of your life. For me, it's going to Content High School."

Johnny swore at the beginning of his time at high school that these would be the first words he utter on the day he graduated. That morning, he was content that at least one thing went according to plan. He smiled as he spoke, oddly happy in the moment. He knew by the afternoon he would be mourning the end of an era, but for now he was proud he'd made it through to today. Making it through today was a completely different ballgame, however. Mainly because his parents were expecting him to go to Avery Henderson's party. Spending the night with the football star and his frat-boy friends was not the way he wanted the day to end.

Rolling over, he spotted his to-do list that he wrote for himself lying to him bedside table. Fumbling with his reading glasses, he reminded himself of what he had to do that morning: Wear something smart, get a sandwich from mum for lunch, get to school ASAP, don't screw up! He brightly trudged into the bathroom, putting on his khakis, a light blue shirt and a grey tweed tie. He looked himself over in the mirror as he combed his hair. Not too shabby, indeed. Plus, he wouldn't need to change before the ceremony.

He calmly walked downstairs, the smell of pancakes invading his head. His parents were sitting around the kitchen table, hurriedly eating their breakfast. Johnny coughed quietly to announce his entrance. They both looked up immediately, beaming. "Well, good morning Mr Top-Five-Percent-Of-His-Class." Said his father, puzzled at his son's seeming apathy as he calmly nodded. Clive Baxter expected his son to be bouncing off the walls by now. "Aren't you excited? You're graduating today! Isn't that great?"

"Pop, of course I'm excited. I mean, I'm actually graduating today! I'd be dead inside if I wasn't excited. It's just weird without..." Johnny stopped himself before he brought up Max. Four years ago, he couldn't have envisioned his graduation going any other way than hanging out with his closest friend in the world. But it wasn't going to be like that. It simply couldn't. He was alone today, as he had been for two years. The thought of his old boyfriend would eventually break him to pieces into a weeping wreck. Today would not be that day.

His mother quickly picked up the conversation, not allowing her son to be sad on the biggest day of his life. "Clive, I think we need to leave. We're going to be opening soon. Johnny, darling, have a great day. We'll see you this afternoon." His mother gave him a kiss on the cheek before bundling out the door.

"Son, there are some pancakes left for you on the counter. Can't wait to see you in your cap and gown." His father patted him on the shoulder and left. Johnny sat alone, wolfing down his breakfast and bolting out the door with his gown.

When he reached campus, he slowed down a little. This, it occured to him, was the last time that he would enter this building. He took in the sights. The place wasn't as drab as he thought when he looked around. Sure, there were students running helter-skelter all over the place, but it was tranquil in its own way. The buildings had become so familiar he wondered how he would do without them.

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The ceremony went well. Everyone was so excited, Johnny wondered if they too could sense the sadness permeating the atmosphere. This was the last time that they would be together like this. Still, this wasn't the end of school quite yet. Johnny still had the hope of joining a university and learning to make films they way he always dreamed he could. He meandered down the street, taking off his gown and stuffing it in his satchel. Now he had to stay out long enough for his parents to believe that he went to that horrible-sounding party.

Then, of course, after that he was going to the Lovely Sounds Music Festival in an old van with a group of people he didn't know that well. The festival sounded like good fun, the road trip did not. It was only because his parents told him to that he was going. What he really wanted to do was hang out with his cousins back in England. They were a friendly bunch. He sat down on a bench in the park by Plum Hill Lake, eating the lunch his mother made him, contemplating where he should spend the evening.

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP

Just to warn everyone, Discord does not agree with my laptop, so if there are any major things I should know about in our Discord group, please PM me. Sorry for the inconvenience!

Creating Our Own Lives; A Road Trip, Slice of Life Roleplay!

@Erklings25 Is there someone Johnny actually likes? He has to like at least someone or else he's in for a bad time and everyone will hate him.

@Dirty Pretty Lies

I mean he likes... um.... yeah, I'm gonna fix that little issue. Anyone want to give Johnny a friend?

In his defence he does like Elena and Samantha. He's just not friends with them.

Creating Our Own Lives; A Road Trip, Slice of Life Roleplay!

@MissCapnCrunch Nothing personal . It's probably the sports. And she's too silly for his tastes.

Creating Our Own Lives; A Road Trip, Slice of Life Roleplay!

@MissCapnCrunch I can safely say that Johnny would hate Morgan. I don't think they'd get along at all.

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP

How many needlesticks did he give himself and others?

@The Grey Dust

Um... Pass... Hehe

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP

Christopher Freeman

Christopher Freeman

Topher/Lab rat

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"No matter what those doctors tell you, it's me and my people who keep this place functioning."

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CMH Personnel File

Name

Christopher Lewis Freeman

Birthday & Age

November 2nd, 31
Cheltenham, England

Gender & Sexual Orientation

Male, heterosexual

Other Labels

English | Dyspraxic | Caucasian | INTJ | Atheist

Occupation

Medical laboratory surgeon

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Everybody was well dressed/and everybody was a mess

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CMH Psychological Evaluation

Personality

The Positive:

• Businesslike
• Diligent
• Confident
• Loyal
• Eccentric
• Helpful

The Negative:

• Tactless
• Standoffish
• Arrogant
• Cynical
• Trust issues

Evaluation Observations:
Christopher is a dedicated worker to the point of insanity. Even when he's on his break, he'll try his best to do some research for a colleague. Upon speaking to him, he's sometimes rude and arrogant, expressing a lack of optimism about pretty much everything. Though he's renowned for being one of the best at what he does, nobody really knows that much about him. Unless you ask him for advice in an area he knows about, in which case he'll suddenly become oddly helpful, proud to be imparting his knowledge onto his peers.

Actual Personality:
When you get to know Christoper, it's not like he'll change much. He'll still be as straightforward and reclusive as when you first met him. However, he will try his best not to offend you. He doesn't mean to be offhand with people, but it's a defense mechanism he has, purely because he does not trust easily, combined with a strong sense of non-conformism. A close friend of his will know that, when he deems you worthy of his trust and respect, he becomes the ride-or-die type, absurdly loyal and showing immense kindness in rather subtle ways. Christopher craves human connection secretly, and would do anything to make sure he stay friends with the people he cares about.

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"One must renounce the bad taste of wishing to agree with many people" - Friedrich Nietzsche

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Off the Record

My Dreams

Topher has two dreams: one he'll gladly tell anyone about, another that he prefers to keep to himself. He could talk for hours about his dream to run his very own, independent lab where he can pioneer whatever treaments come to his fancy.
The one he'll never talk about? Find a nice girl and start a family. But it's not like he deems that one possible.

Fears

• Screwing up on the job
• Betrayal
• Dying alone
• Clowns

Likes

• Classic novels
• Table tennis
• Hiking
• Being locked away in his lab
• 70's rock music
• Heavy rain

Dislikes

• Wild parties
• Absurdly bright lights
• Getting drunk
• People who take things for granted
• People who ignore his advice
• Politics in the workplace

Reputation

The intense, lonely nerd who will get the job done no matter what.

Extra information

Topher has dyspraxia. This means that he has poor hand-eye co-ordination, struggles articulating himself, and has no spatial awareness.

Stretchers, Stethoscopes, and Scalpels: A Hospital RP

@Bee I'd say 'same here', but he doesn't like working with anyone really.