|
|
Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Jul 9, 2012 16:23:15 GMT
 Alex was on ward rounds tonight. It beat the commotion of the main floor - around this time of day it was always busier. Alex was thankful for being assigned this duty tonight. It was much, much calmer. Running through the list of patients he had to keep an eye on, he was onto Miss. Pearson, admitted with a bad reaction to a Pepper-Up Potion. Poor girl. The usual warmth felt after taking it had just escalated and escalated until she had felt as though she was on fire.
"Evening, Miss. Pearson. I'm Alex Torres, I'll be taking care of you tonight. How're you feeling?" Alex asked, pulling back the curtain to the girl's bed. He wandered up to her bedside and took her temperature. "Hm... you're still a bit on the warm side. Take this... it should make you feel a bit cooler for a while."
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
outfit;; clicky! tagged;;geemma! notes;; mr. awkward butt lyrics;; screaming bloody murder by sum41!
[/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by Gemma Adalynn Pearson on Jul 9, 2012 19:16:40 GMT
Gemma felt really uncomfortable and warm. She was only wearing one of those paper-like gowns you got given in hospitals and had asked the witch in the bed beside her to bewitch a fan to constantly waft her. But it provided no relief. Her temperature was high. She honestly had a fever she couldn't sweat out.
Gemma managed a weak smile when the Healer taking care of her tonight walked in. He was cute. But she didn't have any energy to think past that. She felt hot, uncomfortable and poorly. Gemma didn't like it one bit.
"Not feeling too good..." The squib croaked, her throat parched despite the amount of water she had been drinking over the course of the afternoon. She took the bluish potion handed to her and drank it obediently. Gemma blew a sigh of relief feeling the liquid slip down her throat and enter her stomach like ice. It was cold. It was nice.
And her Healer was gay. It was as clear as day. He had this effeminate feel to him that was impossible to ignore. Disappointing really. The cute ones were always gay. And... now that the potion was taking effect... he seemed rather familiar. And his Spanish name rang a bell to.
"Alex Torres? Alexander García Torres? From that... band? The one that did... how did it go now... Turn off the lights, turn off the lights... turn on the show for me tonight... That's the one, right?"
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Jul 10, 2012 11:47:57 GMT
Alex smiled. He knew that potion would do the trick. It wasn't often people were admitted with bad reactions to widely-used potions as the recipes had been modified and changed so that they'd be universally safe. But sometimes people just had bad luck. In his hand he held a small vial of sleeping draught, a tiny dose that would just ensure the girl got a decent night's rest. That way the pepper-up potion would be able to wear off in peace.
"B-Band?" Alex spluttered, caught off guard by Gemma's sudden observation. She knew his whole name for Merlin's sake. "Yeah... I was in a band. You... you remember it?" Before when they had their "one hit wonder" it became a normal thing for the odd person to recognize him at work. But a couple of years had passed since then so it was quite surprising that the girl pointed him out. Alex then remembered she was a squib so she was more in touch with the muggle world. So in a way it wasn't too surprising that she recognized him.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
outfit;; clicky! tagged;;geemma! notes;; n___n lyrics;; screaming bloody murder by sum41!
[/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by Gemma Adalynn Pearson on Jul 11, 2012 0:17:46 GMT
Gemma couldn't believe her luck. Her doctor was the guitarist from that band she listened to as a teen! She sat straight up and clapped her hand together. Lucky!
"Yes! I remember!"Gemma said with a girly giggle, practically bobbing up and down in her hospital bed from glee. "You were the guitarist! Brent was the singer, Chase the drummer and Reid the bassist! What ever happened to you guys? Why did you all disappear?" The burning question that had drifted about in the fandom world. Why had Odd Virtues You Can't Sweat Out vanished and faded? Taking their awesome music with them? No one in the muggle world ever saw them, so one of the theories was that they had made a bunch of money and had moved far, far away. But this explained it! They were wizards. Not muggles.
"I honestly never ever expected you to be a wizard, let alone a healer!" Gemma grinned. This was turning out to be the best hospital stay ever. "Did you end up with Brent in the end? Still got the rose vest? Its strange seeing you in person without the stage make-up, y'know. You waved to me after one of your concerts, you had that pink eyeshadow on with black swirls. It was fucking awesome."
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Jul 11, 2012 13:29:03 GMT
Oh Merlin. Alex had an old fan on his hands. It had been a while since he last had had one of these. But he didn't mind so much. Alex actually liked it - finding someone that truthfully liked the music you composed with your friends a handful of years ago. It was motivating.
"Life went on, I guess. We all had jobs and we couldn't really do both at the same time. And since the hype was over just the one song, we wouldn't of made enough money to live off the band alone." Alex shrugged, perching himself on the side of Gemma's bed. He glanced at his watch and supposed he could call his break in now so he could talk to the old fan. "We're still together though, still writing music. Chase and me have been thinking about returning to the music scene." That would undoubtedly please the girl with the firey hair.
Then she began to talk about Brent? The rose vest? His make-up? Blasts from the past... Alex hadn't thought about any of that in ages. He remembered with a chuckle his on-stage antics with Brent, feeling too embarrassed to get close to Chase and Reid because of how he felt towards them. Plus, in a way, getting up close with Brent was partly to make Chase jealous. Alex was such a bitch at times.
"I'm actually with Reid now." Alex lifted his hand to show the citrine and diamond engagement ring. He loved to show it off. He wanted the whole world to know he was getting married to Reid Rutherford. "I still have the vest... safely tucked away in my wardrobe... and as for the make-up, I've kinda let that go. I'm twenty-five now. It wouldn't look right. I think I'm never going near eyeshadow and glitter again."
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
outfit;; clicky! tagged;;geemma! notes;; n___n lyrics;; screaming bloody murder by sum41!
[/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by Gemma Adalynn Pearson on Jul 13, 2012 21:53:42 GMT
Gemma supposed what Alex was telling her was true. The hype had only really been over one song. Even she had heard of the band because of that one song but she, unlike others, honestly liked the band and all their music. Gemma remembered going all hyper on seeing the album for sale in her local music store and begging her adoptive mum to buy it for her. She really had to dig that thing up. It would be totally awesome to get that thing signed.
"Back? To the music scene? Yes! You have to! Have you heard the shit on the charts lately? Its all musical poop!" Gemma scooted over on her bed a bit so to leave Alex room. God, the guitarist from one of her old favorite bands was sitting on her bed. Shame he was so flamboyantly gay. She would of happily jumped his bones right here behind the flimsy hospital curtains. "But yeeees! You guys have to write more music very, very, very soon! I know a few friends that really miss you all too."
Gemma's eyes widened on seeing the engagement ring on Alex's finger. The guy had got right ahead and confirmed her suspicions of his sexuality: Gay as gay could be. But she definitely didn't expect him to be getting hitched to the bassist from the band.
"Reid... Reid Rutherford? Wasn't he, like, the only straight one?" She asked with a raised eyebrow. So Alex's adorable looks turned even straight men gay? No surprise there. He was pretty enough to pull that off. "Most of fandom was convinced you'd end up with Brent. Or Chase. You two would of looked so good together. But Reid... now that's a surprise. I'm taking it that he's still insanely hot then? And, Alex, you can't be serious about make up stuff. I see residue of guyliner on your lower eyelids... you're lying."
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Jul 14, 2012 16:15:55 GMT
Musical poop. That was one way to put it nicely. Alex just smiled at Gemma and nodded his head. He was excited to start getting tunes out to everyone again. So much had happened since the last time they had released stuff... he had many things to write about. It was disappointing that his musical muse had abandoned him of late. Hopefully it'd come back. And bring its friends too. Alex wanted to write lots of music.
"Reid was never completely straight. But he wasn't so open about it." Alex said with a small shrug. "We kissed once but we passed it off as a drunken mistake. I make alot of mistakes when I'm drunk so... I tried not to think much about it." But after that night Alex couldn't help but think about it. He had tried not to act on his feelings because he remembered the last time he fancied someone from the band. He had ended up just hurting himself. But this time had been different. Reid actually liked him back.
"Yes... he's still insanely hot." Alex said with a roll of his eyes. "He's been working on his beard. Its awesome." When Gemma mentioned guyliner, Alex brought a finger up to his eye and swiped the skin just under his lower eyelashes. He was sure he had made sure that he was completely clean before heading to work this evening. Peering at his finger it was clean though. Alex raised an eyebrow at her. "Okay... so maybe I dabble with some eyeliner every so often... no big deal."
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
outfit;; clicky! tagged;;geemma! notes;; n___n lyrics;; screaming bloody murder by sum41!
[/blockquote] |
|
|
|
Post by Gemma Adalynn Pearson on Jul 23, 2012 9:27:09 GMT
"Yeah. I think I remember that little reputation of yours." Gemma said with a smile, it was a sad smile. Fandom knew of Alex's ways, there was forever an argument into whether this was just rock star personality shining through or he honestly did have a problem with alcohol and sex. Whatever it was, people worried about whether he was destroying himself. That had been another theory into the band's disappearance: Alex had either drank himself into an early grave or they were helping him recover on some remote island. Both were false thankfully as Gemma now had living proof before her.
The young girl was practically beaming inside though. Alex, the guitarist from OVYCSO, was talking to her about his private love life! She really needed to meet Reid. And hug him. Same went for Chase and Brent. Hopefully they all hadn't changed for the worst. It'd be heart-breaking if fame had changed them in that way. But still... Reid with a beard? That had to mean something right? Gemma closed her eyes and tried to imagine it... she giggled. She needed to see this in person.
"Too right. Guyliner is no big deal. It looks sexy.... on you at least. So you should wear it more often, right?" Alex was gay, he wouldn't read into this. "I can't really tell because of your cloak but... do you still have that taste for fashion that drove teen fans insane? I shamelessly include myself in this. Those little waistcoats and scarves were adorable. Please tell me you still dress like that!"
|
|
|
|
Post by Alexander Jay García Torres on Jul 23, 2012 21:06:01 GMT
Alex blushed some. Sexy? Wow. He guessed he could take that as a compliment, even if it was coming from a girl. Maybe he could put it on more often, he did kinda like how it looked on himself, not being vain or anything but it did bring out his eyes. Alex chuckled. Yes, that totally sounded vain. Oh well. They were his thoughts, he could think would he wanted.
"I'm kinda in my work clothes right now so... not really wearing anything too awesome." Alex said, slipping out of his green cloak. He had a waistcoat, tie, long-sleeved shirt and some pants. Nothing special. Work clothes. Blah work clothes. He felt rather warm under the robe so he decided to fold it up and leave it at the foot of the bed. "But yeah, I still do scarves. I don't think I've thrown a single one away ever since I started wearing them... I've got a pretty impressive collection now." He had that many that he didn't even care counting them. They occupied at least two full drawers. And there was a small pile in the bottom of his wardrobe. Alex really had to go through his things. He had way too many clothes... if that was possible. He never though it was possible to have too many until he asked Reid to move in. Everything was so tightly packed in his wardrobe and dressers that he needed charms to close them. Okay. Alex had too many clothes. He had no regrets.
"You like how I dress? I kinda get weird looks sometimes... I guess not everyone likes it. But I feel comfortable in them." Alex said with a smile, bringing a knee up to his chest and clasping it with entwined fingers. "I really... really like shopping... I'm going tomorrow with Chase. Never been with him before. I told him to bring comfy shoes."
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
outfit;; clicky! tagged;;geemma! notes;; n___n lyrics;; screaming bloody murder by sum41!
[/blockquote] |
|
