Post by camilla on May 7, 2012 23:58:00 GMT -6
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---WHEN PEOPLE FIRST MET CAMILLA AUDITORE, well, they thought she was some harbinger harpy sent from hell. or maybe not quite that bad, but in simpler terms, they thought she was a stuck up rich girl who cared about nobody but herself. she was quiet, and very reserved. she didn't really like to associate with people, and especially not people she hadn't met before. she wasn't good at small talk, and in order to meet new people you had to be good at small talk. so she just avoided it, and it was true, she didn't really care to know them all that much. she was particularly antisocial because quite frankly, life was easier when you didn't have people to care about. she didn't have daddy issues, and she hadn't been burned badly by her best friend in high school. nobody had ever really turned on her. the trust issues were a part of her blood, and now a part of her career. knowing about this darker side of the world, the underbelly enveloped by a perpetual shadow of betrayal and selfishness, it kept her guard up, and she was willing to admit the corruption rubbed off on her a bit. by no means was she a killer. she wasn't into drugs or a part of any serious criminal organizations, but she ran her own little profit. she loved antiques, artifacts, historical heirlooms. they were her passion, and they had been her father's passion before her. not only did she love it, but she almost felt obligated to follow in his footsteps, like his memory would have washed away into the depths of the ocean had she not pulled them ashore. maybe it sounded stupid, but her dad had been the most important thing to her, the only person she ever had. without him it wasn't like she'd given up on life, but she really had no one else to live for but herself. perhaps that was where the stuck up nature seemed to stem from. it wasn't like she thought people were beneath her, necessarily, but she didn't want to bother with people who wouldn't be worth the time in the long run. there weren't many people who stuck around in life. sometimes nobody stuck around at all. her father dying tore her apart because of how much she had loved him, and loving somebody else that much just didn't seem worth the pain if they were suddenly gone one day, for whatever reason. she was willing to be selfish if it meant emotional safety.
but there were parts of callie that nobody really knew about, or at least not many people knew about. for example, she liked being called callie. that wasn't particularly common knowledge considering she didn't really have that many friends and her colleagues all referred to her in a formal manner, usually by her last name. or something more substantial, like how she loved to help people. while she may not participate in the celebrations herself, she liked to watch other people be happy, she liked saving lives. that was why she wanted to be a doctor, because she loved seeing people get better, to give back the life of a family member. part of it was probably the fact that she'd always wished somebody could have saved her dad, but she knew that nothing could have been done for him. his wounds were fatal, they had killed him instantly. no doctor in the world could have saved him. but that didn't change the fact that some day she wanted to save somebody else. that was most likely unexpected coming from the cold hearted rich girl. and no, she wasn't one of those humanistic saps. she didn't want to hug her patients or get too attached. she didn't need the praise or the thanks. all she needed was the end result, to know she had done it. that was the part she loved. it was why she was pursuing a medical career in the first place, that and the human body fascinated her. she loved the complexity, the mystery, the challenge. she'd always been very competitive. not to mention the power of being able to shape somebody's life was particularly intoxicating, but helping people? that was the real deal. another thing the average neanderthal probably couldn't guess about her when making their shallow judgments was that she loved kids. it seemed all too common these days for young people to dislike children, especially young, solitary, wealthy, only children like camilla auditore. but she adored kids, and she let her guard down a little more than usual when they were present. which would explain her part time job as a ballet instructor for children. she loved teaching, and she loved watching them get better and being able to think "wow, i helped her do that move" or "i taught her that." it sounded sappy, but it was almost like being a parent. callie had always wanted siblings, and teaching sort of gave her that insatiable desire. she didn't want to be a mom, not anytime soon, so teaching ballet was the next best thing.
it was funny how people wouldn't guess things like that about her though. they saw the ice that froze over her freckles features. they saw the chilling mist that shrouded her in darkness and mystery. it was all smoke and mirrors, the paint that caked her behind a piece of unfathomable artwork with beautiful strokes that only seemed to paint a storm. however when the rain came down and washed away all the colors, there was another person below, somebody independent, and strong, and overall insanely loyal and devoted to people she allowed into her heart. the problem was that she wasn't really willing to let people in, she didn't want to deal with that. it was easy to be alone, to suffer in silence. people complicated things. as much as she loved interning at the hospital and watching the doctors succeed, she had to remain detached because things didn't always go the right way. she couldn't be upset every time a patient died or was deemed terminal. she was the same way about her personal life. she just couldn't get attached. every day while interning she saw people get hurt because they were going to lose somebody they loved, or vice versa where the patient is torn apart because everybody they loved left them. it all looked so painful, so not worth the effort. so that was part of the reason why callie kept to herself, that and she just simply liked silence, she liked being alone. could anybody really blame her? sometimes people spoke so much, and she just wasn't very sympathetic. she could empathize with people she cared about, but false sympathy wasn't something she excelled in. it was all too shaky for her tastes, unstable ground she refused to walk on. remaining detached and somber, that was what she did best, and it was exactly what she would continue to do. it got her through the day, she had no complaints. two dogs was enough love if not more.
that morning she woke up to her three year old border collie, jett, laying on top of her and licking her face. he was more accurate than an alarm clock, it was almost eerie, how accurately he seemed to wake her up in the mornings. her newest puppy, little rio, was snuggled up at the bottom of the bed, under the covers near her feet. callie rolled over for a moment. it was saturday morning and she had to be at the hospital. it wasn't like she was lazy, that was the complete opposite. callie had enough money to support herself for the rest of her life doing absolutely nothing, but that hardly sounded exciting. in all technicalities, she had three jobs. she was something of a treasure hunter, or as most would refer to it - a thief, a dance instructor, and she interned at the hospital. the internship was a special opportunity, allowing her to get very hands on. it was almost like she was a resident already, the way they treated her, and it was nice. she liked the experience, and it only reinforced that this was something she wanted to spend her life doing. saturday was a hospital day, though later that night she had a recital to attend for her girls, but that was all she had scheduled for the day. she would be at the hospital from eight a.m. to four in the afternoon. it sounded awful at the moment, but hey, eight wasn't that early. and today was much slower than her weekdays, at least she had no classes to go to. so there was the plus side. slowly, almost sloth-like, she rolled out of bed, sitting there and staring at her feet for a few minutes with a hazy expression. lazily, she pulled herself off the bed and sauntered into the bathroom glumly. the showering period never took long, and by the end of her getting ready process she was in a simple white v-neck and faded jeans. she wasn't going to both getting dressed because as soon as she arrived at the hospital she was going to have to change into her scrubs anyway. callie wandered down the stairs of the empty house, both of her dogs following closely at her heels. she checked their food and water before kissing each one on the top of the head, "i'll see you guys later, alright?" as if they could understand her, but they both continued to follow her happily as she grabbed a bottle of water and her bag before heading out the door with her keys in hand.
the hospital wasn't too busy when she'd gotten there, but that was because it was early. it was the weekend, so people from los angeles would be coming in as well as valkyrie's own residents. she knew there would be a lot of checkups and follow up for the people who had been injured in the bombing a couple weeks ago, and then there would probably be a few traumas if she had to guess. today she was scheduled to be with cardio, but she had a feeling she end up doing some busy work for the time being. in the locker room she changed into her scrubs and lab coat, pulling her hair back into a smooth ponytail and hiding her stuff away in a locker. she sighed briefly before heading back out into the hallway where she saw dr. emmett salaris making his rounds, "hey, dr. salaris, have you seen dr. haven?" he was staring at his clipboard intently like he was trying to solve a difficult puzzle, his eyebrows knitting together, "i believe she's downstairs at the front desk meeting a patient," he muttered distractedly before wandering off and into a patient's room, murmuring to himself. "alrighty," she said, pausing to shoot a confused look in his direction before heading down the elevator into the lobby where people were waiting. she spotted dr. haven right away, "goodmorning," callie said quietly upon approach. she liked dr. haven. she was passionate about her work, exciting, but never too bubbly or annoying. she wasn't the type to try and pry into a personal life, she was ready to listen if the subject came up, but she discussed medicine otherwise. "goodmorning dr. auditore," it always made callie smile to herself when she heard that. she considered it a privilege, a perk even, to be referred to as dr. since she was nothing more than a simple med. student, "what have we got for today?" dr. haven was about to respond when a man approached her, grinning like she was an old friend. in a way she was, considering his wife had problems with her heart for years now and she'd been their top surgeon of choice, "well i'm going to take mr. reynolds up to see his wife since she just got out of surgery, and i need to check up on her anyway. here, you take care of the next patient and catch up with me upstairs," haven grinned cheerfully before cramming the clipboard into callie's arms and walking off towards the elevator and talking to mr. reynolds about the success of the surgery. callie looked down at the clipboard, looking over the chart of the patient she just got stuck with. she was a med. student. that was it, not a doctor. she'd probably just be doing some busy work or something, having to lead so and so to so and so or answer some stupid questions or take them up for some serious problem she wouldn't be able to handle on her own. none of those options sounded promising. this was just haven's way of getting out of her e.r. hours. "hello, i'm..." she contemplated whether or not to say it, "dr. auditore, what do you need?" she directed to the stranger, flipping through the pages without looking up.
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