Nathxle - Silver Fields

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Anthony: *insert eyeroll emoji*

Anthony: And you think I have all the time in the world, huh? You better be glad I care about you.

Anthony: Is San Amore finally breaking that rough exterior of yours?

Anthony: Might as well. Honestly I'm only going so I can watch you try to be a normal sociable human being. Now that will be entertaining.

[ nat:] Your affection always sounds so much like a threat... this is why we’re friends

[ nat:] My “rough exterior” is perfectly intact, thank you very much

[ nat:] I can be sociable when I want to be, and now I want to give back to my community by showcasing my designer’s eye

[ nat:] It can’t be but so hard. Besides, I’ll get the privilege of proving you wrong once I charm the pants off this town

Nathalie scoffed, leaning easily against the back of the booth. At this point in their friendship, she hardly batted an eye at the frequently vitriolic nature of their conversations. In truth, it was a relief to be completely unfiltered — even if it was only to fill the hour between surgeries. Today, an aortic stenosis would be waiting for her. The thought alone almost brought a smile to her face, until she remembered the utter bullshit being hurled her way. “Please, you bloody fucking donkey, I bet you think alkaline water actually changes body acidity.” Nat sipped her coffee dismissively, scowling down at the mug. Coffee, on the other hand, was very easily tainted. She offered the waiter a polite smile when they set the food down, waiting until they were out of earshot before continuing. No need to mar their image of two completely professional doctors sharing a friendly lunch. “Not all of us adults need ‘spring water fresh from mother nature’s arse’.”

vinnie leaned forward, feeling the diner table pressing against his stomach as he tried lowering his voice. “are you fuckin’ kidding me?” he quipped, voice laced with anger. vinnie knew that himself and natahlie were aware the anger shared between them was for fun, but that didn’t mean any of their surrounding peers did. “how the hell can you say that all bottled water tastes the same? are you a fuckin’ psychopath or?” his eyes glared forward at the raven haired girl before him, knowing that she was in the high tier of being a close friend to him - however, he also knew it might not be that obvious to everyone else. to them, they were two individuals in doctor wear, bickering about something that didn’t matter. but to them, it mattered immensely. “thank you,” vinnie said, changing his tone as soon as their lunch was delivered to them, right on time. he knew he needed to get back to his office in the next thirty minutes for his seventh appointment of the day. @nathxle​

“oh no not again” -me waking up

text ⦿ anthony

Anthony: Still intact, huh? Darn and I was starting to have hope.

Anthony: Designer's eye...jesus Nat. Have you actually ever been to a block party? It's nothing like the stuffy events I host at the gallery. No need to get all fancy and posh on the neighborhood. We're going to relax, listen to music, get to know the neighbors.

Anthony: There's going go be tank tops, flips flops, water balloons...CHILDREN.

Anthony: Lets see how charming you are when a ten year old sprays you with a water gun.

[ nat:] Ha. Ha.

[ nat:] So what if I haven’t, it’s a party isn’t it? Parties need decorations and creativity, attention to detail — it'll be fine

[ nat:] I... will be making a note to see about banning water weaponry. Or, at the very least, setting up a battleground far, far away from the flower crowns. The petals are so delicate.

[ nat:] I know, I'll just sic them on you. The little monster with the most hits to Mr. Tony wins a sack of candy. You might want to swap out those flip-flops for a pair of runners

Task #03 – N A T H A L I E  H A L E ’ S  H O M E  

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[ nat:] Morning, pretty boy. I'm running late (don't start) so I'll make this quick

[ nat:] Do you know where I might procure decorations? You're more of the event-hosting type

[ nat:] And none of that papier-mâché bollocks, I don't want it to look like kindergarteners were in charge

a look™

Me, forgetting my abnormal knowledge of medical terminology: my favourite thing about POTS is that Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome is literally... exactly what it sounds like?! It's so cool!

A non-spoonie: what what what-the who now syndrome?

hey, is that [ KATIE MCGRATH ] in san amore? of course not, it’s just [ NATHALIE HALE ]. [ SHE/HER ] is [ THIRTY-FIVE ] years old, identifies as [ CISFEMALE ] and has been a resident here for [ ONE YEAR ]. they keep themselves busy as a [ CARDIOTHORACIC SURGEON ]. though they may come across as [ INTUITIVE ] and [ COMPASSIONATE ], don’t be fooled too easily as they can also be [ GUARDED ] and [ SARDONIC ]. i wonder what trouble they’re going to bring.

Morning everyone! I’m Taylor and this is Nat, my sarcastic but well-meaning doctor. The link to her bio is here (tw: death) and I’m also attaching a quick personal run-through and wanted connections :)

Full Name: Nathalie Erin Hale

Nickname(s): Nat, Hale

Age: 35

Birthday: 12/21/1984

Nationality: Irish

Gender: Cisfemale

Preferred Pronoun(s): She/Her

Sexual and Romantic Orientation: Pansexual

Religion: Agnostic

Occupation: Cardiovascular Surgeon

Face Claim: Katie Mcgrath

Relationships

Birth Order: Eldest

Parents: Ronan and Ines Hale

Siblings: Sinead Hale

Pets: Fionn, a three-year-old Whippet

Significant Other(s): None

Physical Traits

Eye Color(s): Green

Hair Color(s): Brown/Black

Height: 5’6

Notable Physical Traits: A diamond-shaped freckle on her hip

Personality

Usual Mood/Expression: Reserved

Moral Alignment: Chaotic Good "The Rebel"

Jung: INFJ

Enneagram: Type One "The Reformer”

Four Temperaments: Melancholic

Hogwarts House: Ravenclaw

Patronus: Falcon

Five Prominent Traits: Intuitive, Compassionate, Sardonic, Guarded, Stubborn

Misc

Skills: Surgery, painting, piano

Hobbies: Reading, running with Fionn

Element: Water

Animal: Hummingbird

Plant: Camellias or lilacs, she can never decide

Wanted Connections –

Work acquaintance/friend: Nat spends a decent portion of her time at the hospital, so she’s developed most of her relationships there.

Dog Park Friend: When she’s not at the hospital, Nat and her dog Fionn are attached at the hip.

Adversary/Flat-Out Enemy: Sarcasm isn’t for everyone, and it’s a language that Nat is fluent in. Combined with her stubbornness, she’s sure to butt heads with people.

I’m also open to any and everything else, feel free to message me for plots!

Why do I cry for the feelings, I’ll never show and the unspoken words , I’m afraid to say.

m-a-d–h-a-t-t-e-r (via m-a-d–h-a-t-t-e-r)