Post by fletch on Jan 30, 2012 14:22:06 GMT -5
fletcher sorren haynes
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: none;,true][cs=2][atrb=width,300] hey there. the name's fletcher sorren haynes! i go by fletch too if you were wondering. also i'll have you know that i am 24 & loving it. oh. you've heard that I'm heterosexual? & that I'm from andersonville, tennessee? well the rumors are true for once. well I gotta get going, the hospital is calling. see ya'! history Fletch here was born into a rich family that he never belonged in since day one. Now normally, people would hold that in their hearts forever, remaining bitter to the very end. But even from a young kid, Fletch was always so happy go lucky. He didn't care that he wasn't love because he didn't know what love was. He saw the other kids in his classes being hugged and kisses by their moms and dads, but it didn't sit with him. He was always picked up by his nanny and she seemed to like him enough. She would give him a hug so that was all that mattered right? Fletch never knew enough to want for something that he didn't have because he didn't know that he didn't have it. It sounds sad, but it's the very truth. He knows now what he missed as a child, and he knows that it made him socially awkward. He always found it difficult to talk to his friends and his fellow classmates. He was classified the nerd of the class from the very first day. That never bothered him until middle school. He knew he was smart, and everyone else just seemed to be encouraging him by calling him a nerd. Except he started getting bullied. Fletcher was extremely intelligent from a young age. He skipped two grades in grade school, moving from the second grade to the fifth grade faster than one could blink. He could read and write at a freshman level in high school, but his parents didn't want him skipping middle school. It was going to be important and they already viewed him as a freak. There was no reason for him to be labeled any further. So he breezed through middle school, except when it came to interacting with people. He made more visits to the bathroom than he would like to recount, and his head found its way in a toilet or a garbage can more often than not. It was sad really, but the teachers could never catch anyone in the act. Sure, they had his word, but it was like pulling teeth to get him to tell on anyone. They had threatened him if he told and who was he to be a snitch? People already hated him and he didn't want them disliking him even more. He started growing extremely quiet during middle school, keeping more and more to himself. He didn't socialize, and after school he went right home. His parents never questioned him because they weren't around him enough to realize something was different about their son. They were busy with their meetings and their promotions. He hated them then for it, but has since gotten over it. It wasn't their fault. He obviously wasn't good enough for them. Fletch was their only child and that was a good thing. They were the pair that shouldn't have had children but they needed a son to carry on the family name. They were lucky because their first child was a boy. They could stop after him, which was perfect. So when he went through high school, they started cleaning him up a bit more. He was out in public more and they didn't want him embarrassing them. They dressed him in the finest clothes and made sure he was always well groomed. However, his high school years was when Fletch started to rebel. He was bored with the classwork because it was so easy for him so he stopped paying attention. He aced all of his classes and then started involving himself in more extra-curricular activities because he needed them for his college applications. He started volunteering everywhere that he could, and he became involved in the student council and the chess club. He donated blood and headed that cause, and he got involved wherever he could. People started learning his name and he came out of the shadows that he had settled so comfortably in. He still wasn't the social King, but he was doing slightly better. However, now people could see how clumsy and nerdy he really was. Again he was ridiculed for it, but he did his best to ignore it. His graduation day was the happiest day of his life. He was number one in his class and he had been accepted into UCLA as a part of their pre-med program. He wanted to be a doctor, and is today. He got through the program there in two years. He slammed himself with the course work, but his intelligence allowed him to excel. His next step was med school. He applied to all of the Ivy Leagues and was accepted into all of them. His choice was between Harvard and Cornell, and in the end he ended up choosing Harvard. They offered him a full ride and he was going to take it, especially since he didn't need to ask his parents to pay for it. He sailed right through med school as if it was high school all over again and graduated at the top of the class in three years. The young man was obviously going places, but he wasn't happy where he was. He was known as the country hick doctor, being from Tennessee. His southern accent got him looked at strangely in more places than one and he was done living close to his parents. So he moved as far away as he could. Now he lives in Sapphire Bay and he couldn't he happier. He enjoys the simple things in life and isn't extravagant at all. He lives in a normal apartment and drives a normal car. He loves his job at the hospital and he loves his life. He's actually happy. personality He's an odd case, this guy. He means well, he really does. However, he's the most socially awkward guy anyone will ever meet. He can't start a conversation to save his life and when trying to keep up his end, you get more awkward silences than anything. The fact that he's smart doesn't mean anything when he's trying to communicate simply because he starts rattling off facts faster than he can blink. It's comical to be perfectly honest, but he basically flails in place because he's so uncomfortable. And if you don't want to know, it doesn't matter to him because he doesn't quite get that. He'll rattle on and on unless you tell him that you don't really truly care. It won't hurt his feelings because he knows he does it. He just doesn't realize when he does it so someone needs to point it out. But you'll never meet a smarter young man. If you need to know something you can just ask him because he truly is a walking encyclopedia. The boy has a photographic memory so he's not likely to forget anything. Being a genius has its perks sometimes. The boy is afraid of his own shadow however. He likes to act big and tough around people he doesn't know, but he really is a wimp. Comes with the nerdy territory. He'll scream as loud as the next girl to be perfectly honest. So he's the perfect mugging victim if you're looking for some money. He's really rich, but he doesn't broadcast that. You'd never be able to tell by the way he dresses either, so go figure. But being a doctor, and being as successful as he is has its upsides. He's going to school to become a surgeon as well, and that shouldn't take long. He's very determined when he sets his mind to doing something, and with that determination comes compassion. He's the most generous individual and he truly cares about his patients. He just wants to help them and help anyone really. If you come to him for aid, whether it be medical or monetary, he's going to help you. He's not selfish in any way and he's just there to make things easier. He wants to help. He doesn't care if people are taking advantage of him. If it helps them somehow then he'll do it. He's a door mat and he knows it. It hurts his feelings sometimes but his generosity overpowers that. He's just really a sweet, helpful guy. He's extremely clumsy as well, so that kind of adds to how adorable he is. He's a sweetheart. | [atrb=width,200] |
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Eli couldn't believe the situation that she was in right now. This guy was a druggie, that was easy to see. She had made a promise to herself and to her brother that she would never get involved with someone who was addicted to drugs. She hated that whole circle and the disdain was evident in her features as she studied him crucially. Watching for signs of anything else, she furrowed her brow as he turned to her wondering why she had to be the one he had decided to go after tonight. Why couldn't he choose any of the number of other women that were sitting by themselves around the bar? There was one who looked rather desperate in Eli's opinion. She kept eyeing the man who was pestering Eli at the moment and Eli just wanted to give her the go ahead. She wasn't interested at the moment, no matter how good looking the lad was. Wait, did she just admit that he was good looking? Well this wasn't going the way that she wanted at all. Sighing to herself, she realized she was entirely frustrated with herself. Was she that alone that this man was starting to look appealing to her? Was she the desperate one here?
Refusing to believe that she was that desperate, she turned to him as he began speaking to her once more in his British accent. That explained the use of the term aggro, but as he replied cheekily, Eli only scowled. Five and a half. She had a regular comedian on her hands and she found she just wanted to smack him upside the head. Shaking her head slightly, she rolled her eyes, which he could probably see easily enough. She didn't know what she had gotten herself into, but something was telling her that she was in for a long haul here. He wasn't going to give up easily so she might as well just count her losses now. Turning more in her seat, she studied him with her cold, calculating blue eyes, wondering how in the world she could get rid of this drug addict. Like it or not though, she found him interesting. Especially after his request for her to squeeze his hand like she once had. Now as he spoke about loving the pain because it made him feel alive, she quirked a brow. "That's a bit dangerous. Why does something that could kill you make you feel alive?" There. He had her attention. It was obvious now because the intrigue and curiosity had replaced the disdain and annoyance that had once been ever present in her eyes and on her face.
Watching him for another moment, she glanced to the bar tender when Nick put in the order for her drink. Or rather, she had put in the order for her drink, but he was paying for it. She supposed that wasn't entirely a bad thing. Maybe she could get away without paying for the rest of the drinks she had this evening. Who was she to refuse his offers from now on, right? As the bar tender delivered her rum and coke, she thanked him politely and took a sip. Well, he had made that strong. Nearly making a face, she used the straw to mix it better. He had a heavy hand and that could be dangerous. Taking another sip, she realized that the stirring had done nothing to soften the blow of the alcohol. Eli wasn't an alcoholic. She could take shots just as well as the next guy, but when it came to mixed drinks she didn't do so well, especially with rum. She was going to be drunk. Looks like she was taking a cab home. Sighing to herself, she heard his next comments and her attention snapped towards him, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Sorry to disappoint, but I'm far from perfect. Laughter isn't going t o help my case." She informed him honestly enough. It was true. If he wanted perfect he was knocking on the wrong door. Eli was nothing but trouble, and she needed him to see that straight off the bat. It would be safer and easier for him to handle that way.
She was surprised when he actually admitted that he came to pick up women here. Honesty was the best policy, but she hadn't been expecting it from someone in his state of mind. Or perhaps that was the reason he had actually admitted the truth. Scrutinizing him with her gaze, she nearly laughed when he said she was proving to be more intelligent than the rest. However, she wouldn't give in to his charm that easily. "Street smarts I guess. How many women have you actually been successful with? Don't you have a reputation by now?" Her accent was getting more thick, which meant she was starting to feel the alcohol. Her face was flushed from the amount of shots she had consumed and her head felt light and fuzzy. Great. She was going to be drunk in moments and if he asked her to go home with him, she didn't know if she could say no. She was tired of being alone. It was getting old for her and she wanted that to change. So what if she had a one night stand?
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