BECAUSE OF THE AMOUNT OF WRITING I DID YESTERDAY, I PUT THIS TMI SESSION ON THE BACKBURNER, SO I AM EXTENDING IT THROUGH WEDNESDAY!
Just recently introduced yesterday in "Labors of Love", Yvette will quickly become one of my favorite characters in my universe.
She is the younger sister of Xavier Rikkers (making her a cheetah), 23 years old, straight, female, studying sports medicine at The University of New Hampshire Marblecliff. She is completing her residency under Dr. Genevieve, Ethan's Physical Therapist.
She's pretty laid back and casual, except for when it comes to her work and studies. So... ask away!
<braulio> *mid-20s, 5'7"ish bulldog walks up to her, with a slight limp in his left leg and a very nice, clean, white smile, wearing white pants, blazer jacket, and a lime green shirt with no tie.* Are you working right now, miss? *has a slight unfamiliar accent, sounds distinctly latin though, like an odd kind of spanish*
<braulio> *mid-20s, 5'7"ish bulldog walks up to her, with a slight limp in his left leg and a very
I'm actually waiting on my appointment. I showed up a little while early and I was hoping maybe you could help me keep myself occupied for a while? *leans against the wall taking weight off the left side* I'm new in New Hampshire. Braulio Morais. *reaches out his hand politely*
I'm actually waiting on my appointment. I showed up a little while early and I was hoping maybe you
*arches eyebrow questioningly, hoping this isn't going where she thinks it is, but nevertheless, sets her pen down on the clipboard and returns the gesture, shaking paws*
If you would like, Mr. Morais, there is a waiting area over there. If the channel isn't to your liking, I may be able to convince a nurse to change it to something else. There are also magazines.
*arches eyebrow questioningly, hoping this isn't going where she thinks it is, but nevertheless, set
Well, I was hoping for some conversation, honestly. I've never really enjoyed television and most of the magazines are a few... years, old. Do you live around here? I only came into New Hampshire a few days ago and I'm still rather lost.
Well, I was hoping for some conversation, honestly. I've never really enjoyed television and most o
I understand what you mean, Mr. Morais. Honestly, most of what is on television here in America is mindless drivel. Programming back in South Africa was more practical, and educational. Unless it's sports, I'd rather be out running, or doing some other physical activity...
*blushes, realizing she may have sent the wrong signal*
Anyway, Dr. Genevieve needs me, but please feel free to ask if you need anything else.
I understand what you mean, Mr. Morais. Honestly, most of what is on television here in America is
Heh, so you're a runner, eh? I played rugby, and did olympic wrestling for a long time when i was younger. Must say i rather miss it. Indoor excersizes dont give you the same rush actually getting outside and moving your body. Id love to give you my number. It'd be nice to be friends woth another foreigner, especially one with such similar interests. We could go for a run sometime. *laughs and looks down at his short-ish legs* not that i could hve kept up with you even before i was hurt, but it would still be fun.
*his tail slightly wagged as he pulled a nice little business card from his inside jacket pocket and held it to her*
Heh, so you're a runner, eh? I played rugby, and did olympic wrestling for a long time when i was y
I'm not to keen on the rugby - other than football, err, soccer, organized team sports never really interested me. It's awesome that you were a wrestler, though; there's just something so... primal... about one-on-one contests of strength, or speed. It's just so raw, so sexy.
*takes the business card politely and tucks it into her pocket, out of politeness. The bulldog isn't her cup of tea, as far as a male goes, but he seems nice enough to talk to. Her mind, however, has taken a severe turn toward sex, and she considers taking her lunch early to sneak off for quick release in the ladies' room*
I'm not to keen on the rugby - other than football, err, soccer, organized team sports never really
We call it football too. *smiles and wags his tail a little bit* I agree. It may sound like bulshit, but it makes you feel so macho to up-end a man that's a good 100 kilos out of your weight class. That's why I'm here now. I want my leg back. And... well... it makes other... Manly duties somewhat hard to handle... >.> *rolls his eyes* It's hard to get any power when you only have half of your thigh muscles to use...
We call it football too. *smiles and wags his tail a little bit* I agree. It may sound like buls
I see. Yes, I imagine that it could make things... difficult. Just remember that there are alternate ways to please a woman, and for her to pleasure you. If you don't mind my asking, how did you injure yourself?
I see. Yes, I imagine that it could make things... difficult. Just remember that there are alternat
I had a kitchen accident. Spilled oil everywhere, dropped a knife, tripped, and fell flat on it. My fall drove the knife through the back of my thigh and out the front, and I jerked a little from the shock and ripped it all the way out through the muscle, toward my other leg.
And... I know many, many ways to please a woman. *smiles* A man's pleasure isn't difficult to work for, though. Few women need education in that. *laughs*
I had a kitchen accident. Spilled oil everywhere, dropped a knife, tripped, and fell flat on it. My
*Nods with a smile* I can tell. *sniffs a little* Sorry I delayed your "personal time." *smirks a little and turns, limping back to the waiting area* Hope you have fun!
*Nods with a smile* I can tell. *sniffs a little* Sorry I delayed your "personal time." *smirks
Jordan, it's like a whole different world. It's not bad, just... different. South Africa lacks America's infrastructure. There are things in place, but they are not as developed or advanced as here in the States. Depending on one's perspective, it's a simpler life, or much more difficult.
Your father? He was a little hellion! He'd never tell you this openly, but the reason he knows all your tricks is because he already tried them all when he was a cub! I remember one day Xavier got caught skipping school... Oh, but I should probably just let you ask him about that day... I can imagine the look of surprise on his face and the awkward denial... *gets a wicked smirk on her face*
Jordan, it's like a whole different world. It's not bad, just... different. South Africa lacks Amer
No, I haven't been with another woman before. I like strong, masculine guys. Someone strong enough to hoist me up over his shoulder, carry me to my bed, throw me down, and ravish me.
I tore my MCL when I was in high school. I was devastated, and thought I would never run again. After surgery and rehab, I was just as good as new. I can't imagine my life without being able to do what I love, so helping others overcome the same barriers and allowing them to keep doing what they are passionate about just seemed natural.
I sometimes like the tickle of my tail fur over my clit, but my tail itself lacks the thickness and rigidity to get me off.
No, I haven't been with another woman before. I like strong, masculine guys. Someone strong enough
Quinn's fingers blur across the surface of her tablet, then she holds it underneath her chin and puts on a polite expression, before tapping one last time to begin a feminine voice reading off the text displayed on the screen. "Hello, I'm Quinn. I am here for a checkup appointment."
Even though she had been getting a relatively clean bill of heath for years, Quinn made a point to keep getting examined by doctors anytime she was in a town long enough for her mother to make an appointment. No matter how confident she was now, she would always be weary of how her body had been so weak when she was young. She wanted to continue having control over herself for as long as she lived.
Quinn's fingers blur across the surface of her tablet, then she holds it underneath her chin and put
*stares for a moment, perhaps a second too long to be considered polite, then smiles broadly*
Aren't you the most adorable thing ever? I'll tell you what, sweetie, I'm on my lunch break, but if you're here for a check-up, I'll walk you down to the Pediatrics floor. Also... cute spots! Hmm, judging by your height, colors, and the shapes of your markings... ocelot?
*walks along, talking, taking the girl to Pediatrics*
*stares for a moment, perhaps a second too long to be considered polite, then smiles broadly* Aren
