thegibe
Really Really Experienced
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His father had always talked about it, but Scott never thought it would actually happen. He was the kind of dad who always wanted to go on "adventures" - the kind who said "The eagle has landed" when they arrived somewhere. Normally this was limited to excursions to looking at boats or going to some vague, downtown history fair.
His father was a doctor - an emergency room osteopathic physician to be specific. This particular branch had its ups and downs, as they say. The "downs" were that he had an incredibly sporatic schedule, working everything from "double coverage" (noon to ten PM) to "midnights" (midnight to seven AM), and most of it was spent with elderly people who had back problems. The television show E.R. was a far-cry from what really happened in non-trauma center-emergency rooms.
But it also had its benefits. He had to attend yearly conferences, and he was clever enough to pick the ones in places that were interesting. Scott had travelled with him to California, Washington D.C., Chicago, and a plethora of other places. His dad had also gotten a pretty nice deal with cruise ship companies, serving as the ships doctor for four hours a day, and travelling all over the Carribean.
But this, this, was by far the sweetest deal he had gotten. It was a sort of... "foreign exchange student" type deal, but for doctors, where emergency room physicians could swap for a period of about four months to a year. This was the first year that it could work in New Zealand - something about conforming to international standards or something, Scott didn't know all the details.
What he did know, was that he would be spending his entire summer in New Zealand. It was his last summer before he headed off to college, and he couldn't think of a better way to spend it. The fabled beauty of one of the most spectacular areas on the globe was certainly nothing to scoff at. As an eighteen year old, he was looking forward to the lower drinking age very much. That, and the native girls!
It was the morning of the second day in New Zealand. They - Scott and his parents - had spent the first trying to get over the sizeable jetlag and move into the house they had rented. It was a little past noon. His mom was rearranging furnature (she probably wouldn't be happy with it till the day before the left), and his dad was getting situated at work.
Feeling rather bored with the housework, Scott made up his mind to look around the area. He put on a pair of shorts and a simple t-shirt, and walked outside, his dark blue glancing up and down the street. His good looks had gotten him a couple of girls back home, and he was very much hoping to meet an attractive native today. His light-brown hair was neither short nor overly long, just a little past his ears in that "messy" sort of style that was currently popular, and his well-muscled body fit well into the clothes he had chosen.
OOC: This is a closed thread between myself and PearlNecklace. Feel free to read along if you'd like.
His father was a doctor - an emergency room osteopathic physician to be specific. This particular branch had its ups and downs, as they say. The "downs" were that he had an incredibly sporatic schedule, working everything from "double coverage" (noon to ten PM) to "midnights" (midnight to seven AM), and most of it was spent with elderly people who had back problems. The television show E.R. was a far-cry from what really happened in non-trauma center-emergency rooms.
But it also had its benefits. He had to attend yearly conferences, and he was clever enough to pick the ones in places that were interesting. Scott had travelled with him to California, Washington D.C., Chicago, and a plethora of other places. His dad had also gotten a pretty nice deal with cruise ship companies, serving as the ships doctor for four hours a day, and travelling all over the Carribean.
But this, this, was by far the sweetest deal he had gotten. It was a sort of... "foreign exchange student" type deal, but for doctors, where emergency room physicians could swap for a period of about four months to a year. This was the first year that it could work in New Zealand - something about conforming to international standards or something, Scott didn't know all the details.
What he did know, was that he would be spending his entire summer in New Zealand. It was his last summer before he headed off to college, and he couldn't think of a better way to spend it. The fabled beauty of one of the most spectacular areas on the globe was certainly nothing to scoff at. As an eighteen year old, he was looking forward to the lower drinking age very much. That, and the native girls!
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It was the morning of the second day in New Zealand. They - Scott and his parents - had spent the first trying to get over the sizeable jetlag and move into the house they had rented. It was a little past noon. His mom was rearranging furnature (she probably wouldn't be happy with it till the day before the left), and his dad was getting situated at work.
Feeling rather bored with the housework, Scott made up his mind to look around the area. He put on a pair of shorts and a simple t-shirt, and walked outside, his dark blue glancing up and down the street. His good looks had gotten him a couple of girls back home, and he was very much hoping to meet an attractive native today. His light-brown hair was neither short nor overly long, just a little past his ears in that "messy" sort of style that was currently popular, and his well-muscled body fit well into the clothes he had chosen.
OOC: This is a closed thread between myself and PearlNecklace. Feel free to read along if you'd like.
