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    Plot:
    Okay, so my character is a physical therapist at the V.A. Hospital. Your character is a recently discharged due to injuries (which you may decide on if you wish) sustained whilst overseas. When our characters meet, my girl is very blatant about not being interested in a relationship, as her last one left her hurting more than she would admit. When they meet however, they feel an instant spark and my character goes to great lengths in an attempt to ignore the signs. Can he break through her excuses and barriers or is it really just a passion that she has for her work? Let's find out shall we?


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    Cassadee Aiken
    25 years of age

    Pic: [img width=510 height=279]http://cdn.theglow.com.au/app/…/04/ryan-gosling-dark.jpg[/img] (Ugh... I hate searching for photos.)
    Name: Charles Bunshin
    Gender: Male
    Age: 27
    Crush: Cassadee
    Sustained injuries: He sustained a debilitating injury of having his left leg crushed under a fallen beam. His right eye was also slashed, leaving him with little to no vision in that eye, and leaving a large scar that crosses from the edge of his brow, across his eye and over the bridge of his nose.

    (Oooohhhh hi Ryan Gosling :3 )


    Cassadee, dressed in her maroon scrubs walks into the room where her new patient was waiting for her. She hums softly to herself as she plucks his chart and information off of the door, examining the words for a moment, "I presume that you are Charles?" She wonders aloud, looking up from the metal board for the mans answer, an at ease expression on her features.

    (Maa, maa, don't get your knickers in a bind. Last thing I need is to clean up a mess :p)


    Charles let out a noncommittal grunt, "Yeah, and I suppose that you're the... physical therapist?" He said, turning his head slightly to get a better look at her. His hair had grown longer and he used that to his advantage, covering up his blinded eye with his bangs.

    ( ::) i cant help it :b )


    Cassadee gives him an easy smile, "I am. My name is Dr. Aikens. It's nice to meet you," She says easily, crossing the room to shake hands with him, as per usual with each of her patients. "How are you feeling today?" She asks him curiously, her expression reflecting her honesty.

    (Here, you take the mop, I'll be in the other room)


    He nods, shaking her hand lightly. "Nice to meet you Dr. Aikens." He said, leaning back in his chair as he stifled a sigh. "I'm feeling like I do every day. Wanting to get out of here already." He said with a humorless chuckle.

    She steps back, straightening up as she looks over his charts, "Well you'll be out before you know it. Now," she says, seating herself in the other chair, "I like to try to take a few minutes to get to know my patients if that's okay. It seems to help sessions go a little more smoothly," she tells hi, her voice soft and nonchalant.

    He shrugs his shoulders, "Yeah, knock yourself out. I don't have trouble with talking, especially if they're going to send in good looking doctors to boot." He said, chuckling slightly at the little jibe.

    She sighs silently and gives him an easy smile, hardly even hearing such anymore, as often as she hears it. "You obviously had a rough time overseas, but your injuries were pretty lucky. Do you want to talk about it?" She asks him kindly.

    His light demeanor fades nearly immediately and his head tips down, the shadow of his hair covering his one good eye. "I can't.... I can't recite the whole story. Not right now. Where would you want me to start at least?" He asked, looking back up, his face impassive.

    She nods understandingly, "You can start wherever you are most comfortable. We don't even have to talk about that if you don't want to." She assures him softly, noting his slight deflation at the mention of his sustained injuries.

    He nods slightly, "Well... If I'm going to start, it might as well be at the beginning." He said quietly, turning his head to look out the window for a few moments before he began.


    The desert was stupidly fucking hot today, as it was everyday, but that never stopped anyone on the team from complaining. Charles was the gunner of the humvee, standing in the small bucket, his swiveled around, keeping an eye out as his ear-piece would squelch out a few words every once in a while as it picked up on the other conversations. One of his hands moved from the gun to press on the piece. "Guys, we've got a situation up ahead. The crossroads have been blocked off and there's a team guarding." He said, straining his eyes for a better look. As he focused, it was in this moment that a deafening explosion took off merely two feet from the humvee. The vehicle swerved before it finally tipped, spilling him out of the bucket and onto the road. Cursing his luck, he immediately drew his sidearm as he moved up to check on everyone else in the vehicle. He got around to the front, nearly losing his meager lunch at the sight. The entire right quarter of the vehicle was gone, along with half of the person in the passenger seat.


    He stopped after a few moments, his stomach churning again as he didn't leave out details. He remarked on the fact that it had been the first time he'd ever watched someone die.

    He waved her off, "If I don't tell you, I'll tell some other poor sod and scar the bastard for life." He mutters, turning back to look at her. "However, that's the extent I'm going to take my story-telling today." He told her.

    She nods softly, "Well I am unscarable, so you can disclose whatever you feel like you need to to me," she assures him kindly. She gives him a warm smile, "When you're ready we can head down to th gym and tables," she tells him.

    He mutters something along the lines of 'How delightful.' He sighs, leaning his head back for a few moments as he thought quietly. "Have you ever had those moments when you wake up and you can't see properly out of one eye?" He asks quizzically, his gaze still fixed on a random point on the ceiling tile.

    "Yeah, I feel you there, but what really sucks is that I end up without sight for a few minutes." He says, his voice going quieter with each syllable. "And it terrifies me." He ends, looking back at her as he brushed his hair out of the way of his eye, letting her look at it, expecting at least some sort of a reaction, but then again, she had seen his file and was most likely informed.

    She frowns slightly, giving him a sympathetic gaze, "I cannot imagine how difficult it must be to no longer have perfect senses," she tells him, empathy in her gentle tone as she looks at him.

    He chuckles softly, shaking his head, letting his hair fall back into place once more. "I'll give you a quick version. It sucks, and it hurts like a bitch whenever it flares up." He said with a slight shrug. "So... About the gym?"