Post by Rochell on Sept 15, 2007 11:21:42 GMT -8
OCC Name: Bree
Character Name: Dr. Rochell Martin, director of Sunny Skies
Age: 29{please, no 14-17}
Attendance: 3 years{How long have you been here?}
Illness: minor OCD{Skitzophrenic, sever OCD, manic depressive, etc}
Room number: Attending Room 31{1-30}{attendings: 31-35}
Played By: Lady Morgana{celeb. or originals picture model}
Special Quote: No one knows they're crazy until its too late{in plot outline}
Sample Paragraph: Rochell walked up the steps leading to the main offices of the institution. She shifted the files under her arm, keeping any loose papers from falling out. The doors slid open with an impressively quite hum, and she entered the building. She nodded to the receptionist in her crisp white coat behind the desk, organizing new files. Rochell took the hallway to the right, which lead to the doctors offices, orderly rooms, and janitorial supplies. Her office was the last one, ending the wing. She pushed open the glass door and laid her files on the desk before sitting down in the dark brown leather chair. Her notebook computer laid to one side, forgotten frm the night before in her rush to finish paperwork for the state board. Clearing her throat, she picked up the jet black phone and punched in three numbers.
"Are there any messages for me this morning?" She asked the receptionist over the line.
"No, none today" was the reply.
"Thank you Shirley." She said and put the reciever back down. She restraightened the files, noticing the corners didn't match up. Opening the first one carefully, she began her morning paperwork routine. {Impress me!}
Character Name: Dr. Rochell Martin, director of Sunny Skies
Age: 29{please, no 14-17}
Attendance: 3 years{How long have you been here?}
Illness: minor OCD{Skitzophrenic, sever OCD, manic depressive, etc}
Room number: Attending Room 31{1-30}{attendings: 31-35}
Played By: Lady Morgana{celeb. or originals picture model}
Special Quote: No one knows they're crazy until its too late{in plot outline}
Sample Paragraph: Rochell walked up the steps leading to the main offices of the institution. She shifted the files under her arm, keeping any loose papers from falling out. The doors slid open with an impressively quite hum, and she entered the building. She nodded to the receptionist in her crisp white coat behind the desk, organizing new files. Rochell took the hallway to the right, which lead to the doctors offices, orderly rooms, and janitorial supplies. Her office was the last one, ending the wing. She pushed open the glass door and laid her files on the desk before sitting down in the dark brown leather chair. Her notebook computer laid to one side, forgotten frm the night before in her rush to finish paperwork for the state board. Clearing her throat, she picked up the jet black phone and punched in three numbers.
"Are there any messages for me this morning?" She asked the receptionist over the line.
"No, none today" was the reply.
"Thank you Shirley." She said and put the reciever back down. She restraightened the files, noticing the corners didn't match up. Opening the first one carefully, she began her morning paperwork routine. {Impress me!}
