TaintedHeart
Really Really Experienced
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- Mar 25, 2005
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Nightshift at the clinic never really interested Natalie. But after there was enough complaints that there wasn't enough MD's on call, and enough to help out the aid's, she supposed it might be worth the extra money. In a city like this, one could only guess that there would be a massive need for doctors. Natalie Monroe, by chance, just happened to be one of the best one's. Many people favored her, especially a good scale of her male patients.
She was the model type. Tall, slim, your over all dark haired, dark eyed creature of divine aura. She was also the quiet, straight forward type. Her work was her life, that was what kept her from men, parties, the entire line of fire. Sure, she dated. But dated was just about it. There were guy's she'd known forever. But still, they never really got too far in her book. She was hard to get, that was the way she liked it.
Natalie couldn't have been too much over twenty one really, still in the prime of her life. Her skin held a natural light shade, healthy if you will, not too tan and not too pale. Spiral strands of dark brown hair fell to her shoulders, her eyes a pretty, captivating shade of dark hazel. Little make-up was required for her really, she was stunning without it, it just added a bit. So today, eye liner was wore as well as a fading purple eyeshadow, from light to dark, matching the uniform she was required to wear. A tight dark purpkle shirt, a silvery purple dragon design on the edge beneath that white Doctor's jacket, holding her name and rank upon the right chest side. A knee length dark purple skirt was worn, as well as matching high heels, little jewelry worn and her hair held back in a bun with two strands on either side of her face left to hang. She held on to a clip board, occasionally scanning through to check on the names and files of the patients on her wing.
If anything, the office was relatively quiet tonight. Not many people in the ER, so she had no problem. The lobby was empty, news playing over the television. Pausing, she turned her head toward the door. Nothing. So, leaving the inside office to sit comfortably in the lobby, crossing her legs comfortably she slipped her glasses comfortably on her face, using one hand to let the tight bun down and let lose that spiral curled dark hair, she opened her book and read absent mindedly, crossing her legs as she read.
Perhaps night would promise her something interesting.
She was the model type. Tall, slim, your over all dark haired, dark eyed creature of divine aura. She was also the quiet, straight forward type. Her work was her life, that was what kept her from men, parties, the entire line of fire. Sure, she dated. But dated was just about it. There were guy's she'd known forever. But still, they never really got too far in her book. She was hard to get, that was the way she liked it.
Natalie couldn't have been too much over twenty one really, still in the prime of her life. Her skin held a natural light shade, healthy if you will, not too tan and not too pale. Spiral strands of dark brown hair fell to her shoulders, her eyes a pretty, captivating shade of dark hazel. Little make-up was required for her really, she was stunning without it, it just added a bit. So today, eye liner was wore as well as a fading purple eyeshadow, from light to dark, matching the uniform she was required to wear. A tight dark purpkle shirt, a silvery purple dragon design on the edge beneath that white Doctor's jacket, holding her name and rank upon the right chest side. A knee length dark purple skirt was worn, as well as matching high heels, little jewelry worn and her hair held back in a bun with two strands on either side of her face left to hang. She held on to a clip board, occasionally scanning through to check on the names and files of the patients on her wing.
If anything, the office was relatively quiet tonight. Not many people in the ER, so she had no problem. The lobby was empty, news playing over the television. Pausing, she turned her head toward the door. Nothing. So, leaving the inside office to sit comfortably in the lobby, crossing her legs comfortably she slipped her glasses comfortably on her face, using one hand to let the tight bun down and let lose that spiral curled dark hair, she opened her book and read absent mindedly, crossing her legs as she read.
Perhaps night would promise her something interesting.