Post by ash g avalon on Mar 19, 2015 14:32:25 GMT -5
Ash Graham Avalon
The Avalon Hotel *****
60th Street, New York City.
20.3.15 3.46 pm
Sunny Weather.
Open to all.
A few days ago it was the closing date for the private nursing job, which he needs apparently asap, according to the doctors in the medical degree fields. The date had been pushed forward, after being bed ridden for five days pervious, using his GP to look after him along with his hotel staff. Which isn't the best thing, his GP threatened him to take him into hospital, which resulted the male indeed end up winded in hospital and strapped to the bed too, he remembers waking up a few times, but most of the advent is blurred to him, apparently he was fighting the restrains, which resulted the medical team to knock him out.
Yet now he's out and back to his usual health he has spent all morning sitting in a fancy restaurant drinking english tea with milk and one sugar. Spending hours there interviewing nurses, about two of them out of the fifteen he interviewed, he allowed them stay longer the five minutes. The rest of the thirteen asked them to leave after spending less then five minutes with them. Why? You know when you see someone and you get that feeling that you just wouldn't like them, well his warning bells in his head went off, ether that or it was the flirtatious smiles. The two he allowed more then five minutes with they were an elderly pair of nurses over 45. Mothers who have had their children and good long years of experience behind them in the medical field. Yet those names would be scratched out too. No matter what he felt about the two ladies, they were the best candidates so far, yet they were too old for him, they'll end up treating him like a child, dotting on him like most women did around there age. Yet after hours of sitting there with multiple amount of people, none of them asked if he has eaten anything, he always ordered tea and a beverage to for the candidate too.
After that the male gathered up all his paper work from the dark oak table, sliding on his grey blazer (click here to see his outfit) that matched his trousers too, his deceiving shirt that makes him look like he is tear a long thin tye but he isn't the middle stripe of buttons are covered by another fabric material on top. Believe it or not Ash, finds it ridiculously hard to dress, with one leg in a cast too. Shoving on his paperwork into a black satchel, swing it over his head, the male scuffles around in his seat picking up the crutches from leaning on the wall next to him, slotting his arms in the wholes and holstering himself up on one leg and using the crutches to balances himself, the young millionaire was off towards the door, he had paid in advanced for all the beverage thats him and the candidate drank. One drink per candidate and for himself three pots of tea.
The male waiter hurried to the door seeing the freelancer, hoping his way to the main door, leaving the restaurant in a quicker pace then he arrived. He nodded a thank you to the young waiter of eighteen on his way out and receiving a 'goodbye Mr. Avalon.'.
Ash hasn't called for his driver to come and collect him, in fact there was only one place he really wanted to go. Hopping out into the sun shine, which instantly made his eyes have a dull ache starting he stopped and took out his sunglasses, they were nothing special just a cheap pair that you can get off ebay or down at your local pharmacy. Block out the strong light to hi eyes created a sigh of relief to leave his mouth and then continued to hop down the high street on his crutches to his destination.
The local KFC.
It is only about hundred meters down the road, normally a person could walk that with in five to ten minutes, but for Ash it took him about Twenty, even though he's been on crutches since the 'accident' he still hasn't got the speed nailed down yet. Upon arriving, he leant against the door favouring his good leg, his left, against the door, leaning on it as he pushes it open, hopping in quick not wanting to fall over and land flat on his face after all people would be quick taking advantage of anyone, selling that, he guessed it'll give someone quiet a few dollars. Hopping over to the que, it wasn't big as he has been in before yet big enough for you to wait for a minute or two, he joined the line of the shortest cue while receiving strange looks from people, with the fact he is wearing sunglasses inside of the building. Now all he had to do was wait and he hopes now one tries to jump in front of him in the cue.
Sunny Weather.
Open to all.
A few days ago it was the closing date for the private nursing job, which he needs apparently asap, according to the doctors in the medical degree fields. The date had been pushed forward, after being bed ridden for five days pervious, using his GP to look after him along with his hotel staff. Which isn't the best thing, his GP threatened him to take him into hospital, which resulted the male indeed end up winded in hospital and strapped to the bed too, he remembers waking up a few times, but most of the advent is blurred to him, apparently he was fighting the restrains, which resulted the medical team to knock him out.
Yet now he's out and back to his usual health he has spent all morning sitting in a fancy restaurant drinking english tea with milk and one sugar. Spending hours there interviewing nurses, about two of them out of the fifteen he interviewed, he allowed them stay longer the five minutes. The rest of the thirteen asked them to leave after spending less then five minutes with them. Why? You know when you see someone and you get that feeling that you just wouldn't like them, well his warning bells in his head went off, ether that or it was the flirtatious smiles. The two he allowed more then five minutes with they were an elderly pair of nurses over 45. Mothers who have had their children and good long years of experience behind them in the medical field. Yet those names would be scratched out too. No matter what he felt about the two ladies, they were the best candidates so far, yet they were too old for him, they'll end up treating him like a child, dotting on him like most women did around there age. Yet after hours of sitting there with multiple amount of people, none of them asked if he has eaten anything, he always ordered tea and a beverage to for the candidate too.
After that the male gathered up all his paper work from the dark oak table, sliding on his grey blazer (click here to see his outfit) that matched his trousers too, his deceiving shirt that makes him look like he is tear a long thin tye but he isn't the middle stripe of buttons are covered by another fabric material on top. Believe it or not Ash, finds it ridiculously hard to dress, with one leg in a cast too. Shoving on his paperwork into a black satchel, swing it over his head, the male scuffles around in his seat picking up the crutches from leaning on the wall next to him, slotting his arms in the wholes and holstering himself up on one leg and using the crutches to balances himself, the young millionaire was off towards the door, he had paid in advanced for all the beverage thats him and the candidate drank. One drink per candidate and for himself three pots of tea.
The male waiter hurried to the door seeing the freelancer, hoping his way to the main door, leaving the restaurant in a quicker pace then he arrived. He nodded a thank you to the young waiter of eighteen on his way out and receiving a 'goodbye Mr. Avalon.'.
Ash hasn't called for his driver to come and collect him, in fact there was only one place he really wanted to go. Hopping out into the sun shine, which instantly made his eyes have a dull ache starting he stopped and took out his sunglasses, they were nothing special just a cheap pair that you can get off ebay or down at your local pharmacy. Block out the strong light to hi eyes created a sigh of relief to leave his mouth and then continued to hop down the high street on his crutches to his destination.
The local KFC.
It is only about hundred meters down the road, normally a person could walk that with in five to ten minutes, but for Ash it took him about Twenty, even though he's been on crutches since the 'accident' he still hasn't got the speed nailed down yet. Upon arriving, he leant against the door favouring his good leg, his left, against the door, leaning on it as he pushes it open, hopping in quick not wanting to fall over and land flat on his face after all people would be quick taking advantage of anyone, selling that, he guessed it'll give someone quiet a few dollars. Hopping over to the que, it wasn't big as he has been in before yet big enough for you to wait for a minute or two, he joined the line of the shortest cue while receiving strange looks from people, with the fact he is wearing sunglasses inside of the building. Now all he had to do was wait and he hopes now one tries to jump in front of him in the cue.
