Post by Griffin Cole on Aug 7, 2006 1:27:59 GMT
Surname;; Cole
Forenames;; Griffin Tyler
Age;; 24
Physical Appearance;; long brown hair hangs over his eyes whenenever the 6'5 california native slumps in his chair, hiding his chisled jaw and strong neck.The other nurses at the hospital like to tease him, call him a puppy the way he follows others around, or waits outside in the ambulance bay for the EMTs to roll in. Long long arms and long long legs, it's taken him awhile to learn how to manuever the body that seemed to grow overnight. He's still accident prone, there's not a day that goes by when he's not hitting his head on a cabinet door, his knee bangs the top of his desk.
Outside of his scrubs, he's got on a wardrobe his mom calls "overgrown kid". Long sleeved shirts layered under teeshirts. Big baggy shorts and a baseball cap to hide the cowlick in the back of his hair. He squints his deep blue eyes to study someone else's face, or to read. He's hesitant to get glasses, which he knows he'll need when he finally breaks down and gets a car. For now? He rides his bike.
Personality;; shy and quiet, Griffin's the baby of three kids. He's gentle, as a kid he took to taking care of sick animals or injured birds that had fallen out of a tree. It's hard to get a reaction from him really. He's built up a hard shell against bullying. He blushes easily, ducking away when the nurses ruffle his hair, or try to pinch his cheeks. There's still a really big childlike quality to the man some call Jolly Green Giant or Stretch.
Background;; He'd been working at the hospital for awhile, just starting his shift in the emergency room when one of the EMT's called to tell them they'd gotten a call to pick up a police officer who'd been shot. He'd made it a purpose to keep his personal life a secret up until then, but the second he rested his hands over Jason's shoulder, he fell in love. During Jason's recovery, he'd come into the hospital just to visit, and eventually Griffin moved in to help him out, change his bandages, make sure he'd healed.
He came out to his family when he was 18 to not alot of fanfare. They'd raised their children in Southern California, his brothers were all equally eccentric. He graduated college at 23, and went right into work. His dad had fallen ill at 54, Griffin was the only one of the brothers to step up and take care of their mother.
Jason was almost the complete opposite of him, and he was in awe of that. In awe of a man who could stand in front of danger and try to protect people. Alot of who he is now is different from who he was before he met Jason, and is quick to share this with someone that he trusts. They've been broken up for a few months, focusing on careers and settling their life down, which Griffin will be quick to claim as his own idea, even though they're still roommates.
Job;; nurse at the local hospital.
School/College/University;; n/a
Pets;; n/a, Jason?
Sample Post;;
He'd manage to lay out on his bed, curling his toes over the end of the mattress, arms outstretched, hands grasping the headboard as he fought a loud yawn. An eyebrow rose at the sight of the shadow in the doorway, sending the man into a sitting position. "I'm going."
"no, no, it's fine."
He ruffled his hair, head cocked to the side. "I said I'm going."
The shadow nodded as the taller man scooted past, bending his knees so when they passed each other, at least they'd be eye level. "Good day at work?"
The other man shrugged, closing the door behind himself.
"Good. Me too." Griffin nodded, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Me too." Usually he sat near the door, listened as he ran the shower, walked away and hid in the kitchen before the other man exited, busying himself with food he never really touched. He planted himself in the kitchen, blinking into the refrigator as the shadow of a man walked past, towards the laundry. "Hungry?"
He grunted his answer, sliding a shirt over his head. Griffin closed the fridge, color draining from his cheeks as he watched him from under his lashes, taking a few steps closer, large hand shaking as fingers slid over his shoulder. "It's a clean scar."
The other man pulled his shoulder away, eyes narrowed. "Yeah."
It hadn't been easy to fall head over heels in love, and then to fall out of love, or make the other person believe that he really truly didn't care anymore. He'd pulled away, walked into the house with his head lowered, eyes squinting again like they did when he was uncomfortable. "I was worried about it." he reached out to touch his shoulder, and pulled back, walking back towards the living room. "You okay?" the other man stood with his hands on his hips, lips pursed. "I mean..we're...I know we're not we anymore, but you.." he leaned his long back against the wall, arms outstretched over his head, turning as he watched the other man walk back towards the room. "Alright." Griffin's arms fell to his sides. "Okay."
Other;; [editted].
Forenames;; Griffin Tyler
Age;; 24
Physical Appearance;; long brown hair hangs over his eyes whenenever the 6'5 california native slumps in his chair, hiding his chisled jaw and strong neck.The other nurses at the hospital like to tease him, call him a puppy the way he follows others around, or waits outside in the ambulance bay for the EMTs to roll in. Long long arms and long long legs, it's taken him awhile to learn how to manuever the body that seemed to grow overnight. He's still accident prone, there's not a day that goes by when he's not hitting his head on a cabinet door, his knee bangs the top of his desk.
Outside of his scrubs, he's got on a wardrobe his mom calls "overgrown kid". Long sleeved shirts layered under teeshirts. Big baggy shorts and a baseball cap to hide the cowlick in the back of his hair. He squints his deep blue eyes to study someone else's face, or to read. He's hesitant to get glasses, which he knows he'll need when he finally breaks down and gets a car. For now? He rides his bike.
Personality;; shy and quiet, Griffin's the baby of three kids. He's gentle, as a kid he took to taking care of sick animals or injured birds that had fallen out of a tree. It's hard to get a reaction from him really. He's built up a hard shell against bullying. He blushes easily, ducking away when the nurses ruffle his hair, or try to pinch his cheeks. There's still a really big childlike quality to the man some call Jolly Green Giant or Stretch.
Background;; He'd been working at the hospital for awhile, just starting his shift in the emergency room when one of the EMT's called to tell them they'd gotten a call to pick up a police officer who'd been shot. He'd made it a purpose to keep his personal life a secret up until then, but the second he rested his hands over Jason's shoulder, he fell in love. During Jason's recovery, he'd come into the hospital just to visit, and eventually Griffin moved in to help him out, change his bandages, make sure he'd healed.
He came out to his family when he was 18 to not alot of fanfare. They'd raised their children in Southern California, his brothers were all equally eccentric. He graduated college at 23, and went right into work. His dad had fallen ill at 54, Griffin was the only one of the brothers to step up and take care of their mother.
Jason was almost the complete opposite of him, and he was in awe of that. In awe of a man who could stand in front of danger and try to protect people. Alot of who he is now is different from who he was before he met Jason, and is quick to share this with someone that he trusts. They've been broken up for a few months, focusing on careers and settling their life down, which Griffin will be quick to claim as his own idea, even though they're still roommates.
Job;; nurse at the local hospital.
School/College/University;; n/a
Pets;; n/a, Jason?
Sample Post;;
He'd manage to lay out on his bed, curling his toes over the end of the mattress, arms outstretched, hands grasping the headboard as he fought a loud yawn. An eyebrow rose at the sight of the shadow in the doorway, sending the man into a sitting position. "I'm going."
"no, no, it's fine."
He ruffled his hair, head cocked to the side. "I said I'm going."
The shadow nodded as the taller man scooted past, bending his knees so when they passed each other, at least they'd be eye level. "Good day at work?"
The other man shrugged, closing the door behind himself.
"Good. Me too." Griffin nodded, sliding his hands into his pockets. "Me too." Usually he sat near the door, listened as he ran the shower, walked away and hid in the kitchen before the other man exited, busying himself with food he never really touched. He planted himself in the kitchen, blinking into the refrigator as the shadow of a man walked past, towards the laundry. "Hungry?"
He grunted his answer, sliding a shirt over his head. Griffin closed the fridge, color draining from his cheeks as he watched him from under his lashes, taking a few steps closer, large hand shaking as fingers slid over his shoulder. "It's a clean scar."
The other man pulled his shoulder away, eyes narrowed. "Yeah."
It hadn't been easy to fall head over heels in love, and then to fall out of love, or make the other person believe that he really truly didn't care anymore. He'd pulled away, walked into the house with his head lowered, eyes squinting again like they did when he was uncomfortable. "I was worried about it." he reached out to touch his shoulder, and pulled back, walking back towards the living room. "You okay?" the other man stood with his hands on his hips, lips pursed. "I mean..we're...I know we're not we anymore, but you.." he leaned his long back against the wall, arms outstretched over his head, turning as he watched the other man walk back towards the room. "Alright." Griffin's arms fell to his sides. "Okay."
Other;; [editted].
