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caaatiemttws​:

Catie was actually very excited to be on the decorating committee this year at the block party. Especially since it was her first block party in 10 years. Her mother always contributed when she was younger so it was so much fun to actually be a part of it now as an adult. She was very excited to be working with Nathalie. She never had an older sister figure and she had hopes that maybe this event would bring them close. Especially since she admired Nathalie’s career. If she wasn’t an artist/taxidermist maybe she would have used her degree in Biology to actually be a doctor. She sipped on her coffee and grabbed out her Ipad so she could doodle ideas as they came up with them. “Don’t forget daisies!” she added. “I do know how to make leis! It’s not that hard. We just need needles, thread, and lots of flowers. Think of it as sewing flowers together.” A light bulb then went off in Catie’s head, “since we’re doing leis– should we do a beach theme?” she asked. 

Has Nathalie ever been to a block party? No. Has she ever had an interest in them? Also no. But she was determined to throw a great one, and her determination was the unstoppable kind. It helped that her partner seemed happy to be participating, that energy was sure to speed up the process. With a nod, she scrawled ‘daisies’ onto her list. The florist was either going to love or hate her when she placed her behemoth order. “When you put it like that, I should be able to get a handle on it,” she hummed, offering a smile as she finally took a sip from her coffee. “Fun, quintessentially summer... beach theme it is.” Returning to her notepad, she wrote their theme in comically-large letters along with everything that came to mind with beaches. Surely she could find a couple of palm trees somewhere. “What made you go into art?” she asked while she wrote, glancing up a little, “If you don’t mind my asking.”

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

“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: *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 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​

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

text ⦿ anthony

[ 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

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

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paris let out a laugh and scrunched her nose hearing the woman mention haggis. “oh god. no!” she exclaimed and clutched at her chest. “the last time i had haggis i was with my mates and it was on a dare. probably the worst two seconds of my life.” she said and nearly gagged thinking about the awful food again. paris rolled her eyes again and sat quietly for a moment as nat assessed her, wasn’t that what therapists were for? “oh c’mon. if i needed dr. nathalie i would have said so?” she asked, raising a brow. “i don’t wanna talk about it, it’s stupid and childish and i’ll get over it i’m sure. so stop assessing me and try one of these!” she said as her order was brought out and paris ordered herself some boneless wings. “they’re to die for.” another distraction, right?

“I’ve met one person who genuinely likes the stuff. I don’t think I’ve spoken to them since,” Nathalie smirked. Overreactions over inconsequential things happened to be her strong point. Finished with her inspection, she raised her hands in mock surrender. ”Okay, okay, I won’t prod.” And she wouldn’t. She had more than enough thoughts and musings that she’d rather not bring to light. Taking one of the offered wings, she eyeballed it for a moment, “Are you going to hate me if I tell you I’ve never had one?” Nat took a tentative bite, expression falling blank. “These… are incredible. Help yourself to all of my fries.”

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“oh, yeah no. i think i’m good. probably should have gotten fried pickles though, i hear they’re good. but i can’t imagine how a fried pickle is actually good.” paris replied and snorted softly. though as nathalie mentioned setting her up, paris rolled her eyes and laughed. “i’ll just give her a big tip and leave my number on the receipt.” she replied and laughed softly. she grabbed her soda that had been brought to her moments ago and took a long sip before knitting her brows in nathalie’s direction. “why do you think i’ve got something else on my mind?”

Nathalie nearly gagged at the idea. “Fried pickles… there are some things about America I don’t think I’ll ever get used to. Honestly, I’d take haggis over that bollocks,” she noted around a chuckle. “Classy. Just hope she doesn’t spill anything on it.” Hearing Paris’s question, she gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s cute—“ another glance over her shoulder confirmed as much, “But you do realize that a large part of my job is figuring out when people are lying, yes? Sure she’s a distraction, she’s just not enough of one to have you staring off into space for five minutes.” Nat sipped from her coffee easily, waiting for Paris to protest her assessment.

Nathalie was partial to three things: her dog, her job, and food. All three she made a point to devote time to and that was how she found herself sitting in Mama Rosa’s. She practically leapt at every opportunity to eat there, in spite of all the havoc she knew the greasy food was wreaking on her heart. Still, the flavor made it worth it, even when her dining partner might as well have been nonexistent. Her mind was elsewhere, that much was clear. To the point where Nat found herself surprised that the other even realized she had been speaking. She turned to glance at the waitress in question, eyes momentarily appraising —nice, but not enough of a distraction— before returning to Paris. “I was saying that I meant to add something to my order and asked if you wanted me to get you anything,” she repeated, cocking a brow. “Though perhaps you’d prefer something that’s not on the menu. I’m sure I can set you two up… unless there was something else on your mind?”

well, someone knew – and someone clearly wanted to see what happened on camera between her and ezra and paris hadn’t once ever been scared that something could leak but the only way that it could was if they got through ezra first, right? unless ezra himself wanted to leak it – but paris didn’t think that he was that sort of guy. and then river texted her, so of course her mind was in overdrive and she was a little nervous something shitty could go down. it wasn’t like people hadn’t seen her fucking on camera before, for years in her youth she was making shitty porn movies under an alias, but this was different. this was something that was supposed to be private and she hoped that it’d remain that way. lost in her thoughts at mama rosa’s with her company she brought along for lunch, paris was zoned out and only came to when she heard them calling her name. “sorry, i didn’t get any of that. i was checking out the hot waitress behind the counter.” she said quickly, a lie, but who cared. “so what did you say?”

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​

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. ”

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!

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