Sasha
Mechanic
She Lives In A Trailer Park. Clearly She's Disturbed.
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Post by Sasha on Jul 2, 2007 16:46:51 GMT -5
Well, I've been itching to do a Sunshine roleplay lately, and what better place to do it than here? I see that there's another one already going on, but this will be different, because we get to write their story before the mission! I know you're all excited, right? I am. Anyway, since I'm writingly challenged in the way that I can never play an original character, I decided to make one up! Icarus II is missing a real medical doctor, so my character will be filling in that hole! Hope no one feels alienated by this or anything, it's just I don’t want to ruin any real characters and figured it'd be nice for all of you to be able to play whomever you'd like. I'll be posting my intro after this post, so you kinda get the setting and timing. Here's a list of characters, just post who you'd like to be and I'll add you. If there's two people who post for the same character, whoever posted first gets it. And another note, try not to be intimidated, I've been doing this for just about four years, so my posts can get a bit long.
Capa (Physicist) Corazon (Biologist) Mace (Engineer) Cassie (Pilot) Harvey (Comms Officer) Searle (Psych Officer) Kaneda (Captain) Trey (Navigator)
Balthazar (Medical Doctor) Sasha
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Sasha
Mechanic
She Lives In A Trailer Park. Clearly She's Disturbed.
Posts: 168
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Post by Sasha on Jul 2, 2007 16:47:36 GMT -5
It was hard for me to believe that I was here. Me, Balthazar Malan, selected for such a mission. Such a high profile, high stakes mission. Others tried out for the spot I received, others that I was sure were better suited, but they did not get in. I did. It’s odd, to think that I was the best medical doctor that tried out. I’m a newborn, only been practicing for a few years, I’m unmarried (though engaged), and I have no children. Oh, and I do unnaturally well under pressure. Comes with the job, I suppose. If you lose your cool with a patient open on the table, they could very well die because of it. Couldn’t have that, after all, it was a doctor’s vow to do no harm. Heal, not hurt. I think I do pretty well with that.
My entire life is devoted to helping other people.
It’s the main reason I tried out for this mission. It’s helping people on a mass scale, every single living thing on Earth needs me and the others who will be my crewmates for three years. Without our help, they will all die. One mistake, they will all die. It’s like having a billion people’s hearts in your hands, it gets my adrenaline pumping. I feel like I do right before a surgery, a bit twitchy, and excited. It is my passion, after all. Some people have stamp collections, cars, even movies. I have a scalpel. People always say I’m too happy to be a doctor, that it should be more stressful for me than it is. They say doctors don’t get enough sleep, that their job should take a toll on them and make them grumpy. It doesn’t do that to me. Well, sometimes, but only in rare cases.
Very rare cases.
Well, I think it’s time to end this entry, now that I’ve been rambling on about myself. I have to go get ready and leave, or I’m going to be late. It’s my first day of training, I get to meet the rest of the crew. Hopefully, there’ll be someone I can relate to!
And Alice, if you’re reading this, I’m sorry.
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Balthazar set down his pen, shutting his journal. He moved the small crimson-colored book to its spot on the desk, in the upper-right corner. Standing, he walked to the bathroom, not but a few paces from the living room in his small apartment. First, he attempted to run a brush through his dark hair, but the masses of curls merely got stuck in it, threatening to snap off the bristles. A few fingers rose to his chin, feeling along his jaw line. The skin was still smooth from when he shaved last night. Good, this was going to go quick. After brushing his teeth and changing into some respectable clothes, Balthazar left his apartment, a duffle-bag slung over his shoulders. It was packed with his personal belongings, those important to him. Mainly, it was a few pictures, some clothes, his music player, and whatever else he thought to pack that would keep him in high spirits.
Walking down the few flights of stairs, he slipped on his coat. It was thinner, being summer after all, but he could wear it all year round now. The cold hardly got to him, after growing up in it. The man hurried to his car, not slipping on the snow-covered ground. He threw his duffle bag in the front seat, before unplugging his car from the heater it was plugged in to in front of the building.
Then started the drive.
It really wasn’t that far, maybe half an hour, but it felt like an eternity to Balthazar. He took in the sites, the familiar white-topped buildings and covered ground. He watched a few people walking down the streets, some children, enjoying the freedoms of summer. He couldn’t help the smile that came to his lips, but it was soon accompanied by a frown. When he returned from his mission, this would all be gone. It would be warm again. Part of him would miss the cold, he really did like it, but the other part wished for warmth. He’d never felt true warmth before, it’d always been fairly cold during his life. Maybe it’d be nice. Maybe he could tan for once. Swim outside, he’d never been able to do that before, either.
It’d be better.
Finally, he reached his stop. Icarus Base, just outside of the city. They’d spend the coming months here training to re-ignite the sun. Well, it was actually more like how to survive in space for three years, along with some specialized training for each of them. Who was he kidding? He had no idea what they’d be doing here, but he was excited. Mostly for meeting new people. It was part of his job to be social, and he thought he did it well. People saw him as nice, comforting, excitable, caring. Those were his redeeming qualities, what earned him his friends. They were great, and he was going to miss them, but not as much as one person…
Balthazar’s thoughts were interrupted as he grabbed his duffle bag and walked into the building through the main entrance. Inside, it was blindingly white, and not particularly warm. Kinda felt like the hospital to him. He was greeted by the receptionist, sitting behind a counter, and he directed him to a room through the door, first door on the right. It was where he’d meet the others. Apparently, he was early, because there was no one else in the room, and nothing to do but wait. So, Balthazar took a seat, setting his duffle-bag on the white tile floor by his feet, resting his hands on top of it. His leg bounced quickly, due to him raising and lowering his heel. It was hard for him to sit still, and this cured it. Tilting his head back, the two gray-green orbs that were his eyes stared at the ceiling, waiting.
Waiting for the others to come.
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