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Lord Dakol
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 28, 2009
- Location
- California
Josiah Lockhart nodded gratefully as he was handed the papers needed to become one of the doctors at the clinic. Ever since graduating from med school, he had hoped to go work at one of the larger, more famous hospitals around the country. Instead, they placed him in a small town clinic in the middle of nowhere to treat... teenagers.
"Thank you," he told the secretary absentmindedly as he turned around and looked down the short hall of the clinic. His short, raven black hair framed his soft hazel eyes as he glanced at every room on the way to his personal room. A small but noticeable scar jaggedly ran down his left eyebrow, stopping just above the eyelid. He was obviously taller than most in the building, standing at 6'5" and more fit with toned muscles. He had remembered one of the doctors assigning him a specific group of people that came in: teenagers from 13 to 17. He had wished he could have gotten a more diverse collection of people, because he frankly hated kids.
Josiah opened the door to his office, and blinked in surprise as he saw that it was bigger than he thought; sure, it wasn't huge, but around five chairs and another secretary's desk made him smile. Was he going to have his own assistant?
He shook off the thought as he brought in his personal effects and began to place framed pictures on the walls and stands.
Finally, after finishing, he sat down in the nearest chair and waited for his first patient to come in. Josiah then began to smooth down his white coat and brushed his hair back with his right hand to be presentable as a doctor. A soft whistle then left his lips as he waited, the noise entering the hallway to fill the empty silence.
"Thank you," he told the secretary absentmindedly as he turned around and looked down the short hall of the clinic. His short, raven black hair framed his soft hazel eyes as he glanced at every room on the way to his personal room. A small but noticeable scar jaggedly ran down his left eyebrow, stopping just above the eyelid. He was obviously taller than most in the building, standing at 6'5" and more fit with toned muscles. He had remembered one of the doctors assigning him a specific group of people that came in: teenagers from 13 to 17. He had wished he could have gotten a more diverse collection of people, because he frankly hated kids.
Josiah opened the door to his office, and blinked in surprise as he saw that it was bigger than he thought; sure, it wasn't huge, but around five chairs and another secretary's desk made him smile. Was he going to have his own assistant?
He shook off the thought as he brought in his personal effects and began to place framed pictures on the walls and stands.
Finally, after finishing, he sat down in the nearest chair and waited for his first patient to come in. Josiah then began to smooth down his white coat and brushed his hair back with his right hand to be presentable as a doctor. A soft whistle then left his lips as he waited, the noise entering the hallway to fill the empty silence.