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On her list of chores for her day off, Nathalie hadn’t expected opening the door to a police officer to be one of them. Her arms were splattered with flour from her latest attempt at baking, and she could only imagine the state of her hair. Still, the brunette did her best to appear presentable, smoothing down her shirt as listened. “I’m sorry to inconvenience you with something stupid like this, officer,” she sighed, leaning against the doorframe. “You see, Mrs. Duncan and I have an... interesting relationship. She keeps cats, who often end up in my garden.” Nat nodded to the sad plot of dirt, only a single tomato vine crawling from the soil. She never claimed to have a green thumb. “So, my dog, Fionn, takes it as his job to bark at them through the window. Apparently, his barking spikes their ‘anxiety’.” As if knowing that they were talking about him, the whippet came to stand at her side. “I have to give it to her, though, I didn’t think she was ballsy enough to call the police over it.”

josephine stepped out of her police marked vehicle, not that she didn’t have enough work piled on, she was now taking calls from dispatch whilst on break, huffing and mumbling some grumpy nonsense. she started to roll up the path towards a house, she’d been dispatched to check out a noise complaint at this address, yet there was no blaring music or loud yelling. the brunette composed herself, knocked on the door whilst clearing her throat. “ hey, so what’s going on? there was a noise complaint at this address.  — were you being too loud? or is your neighbor a bit hysterical? since i’ve gotten seven calls in the last 15 minutes from them to this address. ”

“Right, so summer flowers,” Nathalie chewed on the end of her pen, brow furrowed in light concentration. Her coffee sat largely untouched, condensation creeping down the glass as the ice melted. A true testament to her focus. “Sunflowers, lavender, peonies, dahlias... am I missing anything?” Green eyes flicked up to her partner. Catie was her planning guru, so to speak, and the brunette nearly heaved a sigh of relief when she agreed to meet at Coffee With Love. She could source the decorations and had already set that process in motion, but she needed someone to give her cues on what was and wasn’t considered appropriate for a block party. Vibrant colors and celebrations were not her strong point, if her own ensemble of deep navies and black leather was any indication. “Do you know how to make leis? I was thinking ropes of flower garland could be nice stretched across the street.” @caaatiemttws​

text ⦿ anthony

Anthony: Ugh you know how much I loathe that damn nickname. And yet...

Anthony: Maybe? I've got some places I can check out.

Anthony: Is this for the block party? Someone posted a flyer for it on the gallery's door. Didn't really know what to think of it.

Anthony: You're going? AND bringing decorations? Wow. Who would have thought.

[ nat:] Not my fault it’s accurate

[ nat:] Wonderful! If you could, that would really save me heaps of time I don’t have

[ nat:] Fuck off, it's called being neighbourly

[ nat:] Are you going? Once I get my hands on some decent decorations, the block is going to be unrecognizable

a look™

Nathalie slid a couple bucks across the bar, “Scotch on the rocks, thank you.” As of late, Klub Kiss had become her go-to for days when work was overly tedious. The busy days were exhausting, of course, but somehow not nearly as taxing as one surgery accompanied by stacks of paperwork. She discovered the club by accident, having driven past the establishment one too many times on her way home from the hospital.  She could submerse herself in the atmosphere and lighten her guard just a little. Somehow, the pulsing lights and throbbing base was soothing after a long day of sterile white lights and antiseptics. Taking her drink, and sliding the bartender a few more dollars for their quick work, Nathalie found her way to a booth off to the side. She swirled the ice around her glass, now taking the time to properly scan the club. It didn’t long before her gaze landed on a familiar face. Lennie. She had gumption, a confident freedom of spirit that was so unlike her own. It was admirable. The brunette had to bite back a grin at the first words out of her mouth. It didn’t hurt that Lennie seemed to make an extra effort with her. “I’m flattered. Although, unless you consider a wife’s tears of joy after I flawlessly corrected her husband’s aortic dissection, unfortunately, I didn’t have the pleasure. There’s always tomorrow,” she said around a smirk. There was something distinctly refreshing about being able to speak so bluntly. Not everyone was partial to her sarcastic tendencies. “How are you, I hope one of us had a more productive day?” She noticed the drink in her hand, quirking a brow, “Let me guess, another unwarranted arsehole.”

“yeah, i’ll like, super get you that drink right now,” lennie said, her voice exuding a certain sex appeal to it as she passed the man (completely not part of her VIP party, mind you) and felt her eyes threatening to roll back into her head and never return. lennie adored her job at klub kiss, but hated that most of the clientele where selfish, alcohol mongering idiots who only thought of one thing as they looked at her. she didn’t even have these issues whenever she was living in the bigger cities of the united states, but perhaps that was just the small town ‘charm’ everyone talked about. as she was ignoring the request for free drinks from the succubus of a man, her eyes fell on nathalie. she couldn’t stop herself from smirking at the image of her favorite klub kiss patron, one she never was directly supposed to cater to but always found herself gravitating towards regardless of the bustle of the night. regardless, lennie made her way to the bar, placing the order for the man’s unwarranted drink request, but instead of delivering it to him, she was making her way to nat. “hey, saw you come in,” she muttered, feeling a certain level of butterflies entering her body. she fucking hated that but it was a sacrificial feeling she was willing to make. “tell me all about your day. did you like, make anyone cry?” @nathxle​

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!

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?

Character Aesthetic  ➙ requested by anon ;; { the savant }

it’s only F A I L U R E if you don’t learn something      - unknown.

text ⦿ anthony

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

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