So much detail...I think my brain is going into overload :lol: And that's saying a lot, because I'm usually a pain in the butt when it comes to laying everything out for an OC (which I tend to write a lot). But it's a good kind of overload! I've got all kinds of little things to drop into the story now!
Okay, my bio is actually for 2 OCs that I'm using in an upcoming fic. They're brother & sister, and the "mini fic" that goes with them is actually the first chapter to the new one, which hasn't been posted anywhere yet. It begins just after the end of season 5 and will (hopefully) run through season 6.
Full Name: Abigail Elizabeth Scott, RN, CEN
Nickname(s): Abby, Abs
DOB: January 23, 1980
Role on Show: friend/love interest for Ryan Wolfe
Education: graduated Homestead Senior High School in 1998
Associate of Science in Nursing from Miami-Dade College in 2000
Certified Emergency Nurse designation in 2002
Interests: old school video games, movies, rollerblading, cooking
Favorite Music: Daughtry, Sugarland, Lifehouse, Seether, The Bangles, her neighbor's mariachi band, anything but hip hop and death metal
Favorite Movie: doesn't have one, likes to many to choose
Favorite Food: all things sweet
Favorite Color: University of Miami orange & green
Other: Father died during Hurricane Andrew, the same day her brother was born, when she was 12; mother died in a car accident when Abby was 17; moved in with paternal grandmother until she graduated from nursing school; grandmother went to a nursing home and Abby was granted custody of her younger brother
Full Name: Matthew Thomas Scott, Jr.
Nickname(s): Matt, Matty
DOB: August 24, 1992
Role on Show: friend/little brother figure for Ryan Wolfe
Education: student at Miami Central Senior High School's Computer Technology magnet program
Interests: the newest video games, Florida Marlins, computers
Favorite Music: Green Day, Linkin Park, The Hives, Lostprophets
Favorite Movie: The Sum of All Fears, and anything else based on a Tom Clancy novel
Favorite Food: his sister's nachos
Favorite Color: red
Other: born in a hurricane shelter during Hurricane Andrew the same day his father died; lost his mother to a car accident when he was 5; moved in with paternal grandmother until he finished 2nd grade; has lived only with older sister from 3rd grade onward
family tree->
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v421/zelda49/familytree.jpg
(ignore the red writing--those were geographical notes to myself!)
Intro to fandom
Just Might Make Me Believe chapter 1: "Say Hello"
Fifteen-year-old Matthew Scott walked into the computer lab at the Miami Boys & Girls Club after school, dropping his backpack beside his usual seat and shoving his cell phone into his pocket.
“Hey Matt,” a familiar voice called. “How was school today?”
The boy sighed in response, meeting the eyes of Ryan Wolfe when he spoke. “We had a test in Algebra Two today. But,” he continued, brightening, “It was the last test of the year. All we’ve got left now is to get ready for exams.”
“That’s the spirit,” Ryan smiled, patting his shoulder. “What about Chemistry?”
The cheer faded from Matthew’s features. “It’s so boring,” he complained, slumping into the plastic chair at his workstation. “We hardly spent any time doing labs, and now we’re not going to have any more at all ’cause there isn’t time.”
“Hey, remember what I told you last week?” Ryan asked, taking a seat at the next computer.
Matthew bowed his head, silent for a moment before answering reluctantly. “That you have to get good at the boring stuff before you can start to have fun.”
“Actually what I said was that you need to have good fundamentals before you can get into the more advanced aspects of a discipline,” Ryan reminded him. “But I like your version, too.”
The smile reappeared on Matthew’s face. “So it’s gonna get better?”
Ryan nodded, grinning at his young charge as he rose. “Until you get to Organic.”
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A few hours later Matthew’s cell phone chirped in his pocket as he played video games with another regular at the Club, signaling the arrival of a text message.
“Hey Matt, isn’t that supposed to be on ‘vibrate’ in here?” Ryan asked him from across the room.
“Sorry,” Matthew replied, a chagrined expression on his face. “It’s my sister—she’s on her way to pick me up.”
“You better log off and get your stuff together, then,” Ryan told him. “And make sure your phone’s on ‘silent’ tomorrow, huh?” he added with a half-smirk.
“Okay,” Matthew answered with a smile. Ten minutes later he strode down the hall and out of the building, his backpack slung over one shoulder. He spotted his sister’s car, watching her climb out of the driver’s seat as he approached.
“Hey Matty,” she called cheerily, reaching up to slide an arm around his shoulders. “How was school today?”
“Okay,” he responded with a small smile. “We had a fire drill in third period, so I got out of presenting in Psychology.”
“For today,” she reminded him. “You know you’re going to have to present your project eventually—that’s part of the grade.”
He hung his head a bit. “I know. But,” he continued, perking up, “not next class, because the people that were supposed to go today have to go first and there won’t be time for me.”
“Maybe you can run through it for me tonight after dinner,” she suggested, ruffling his hair affectionately as she released him.
“Matt!”
Both siblings’ heads swiveled in the direction of the shout, eyeing a man jogging across the parking lot toward them. “Hey Matt, you forgot your cell phone,” he called, holding up the device.
Matthew rolled his eyes, annoyed with himself. “Oh man, I left it in the lab again.” He walked a few yards from the car, the annoyance changing to relief as he took the phone and inspected it. “Thanks Ryan. My sister would kill me if I lost this.”
“Is that her?” Ryan asked, shifting his gaze to the woman in question. She leaned against the car dressed in lavender hospital scrubs, her brown hair pulled up into a ponytail that ended in a little flip above the nape of her neck.
Matthew nodded. “Yeah. Abby?” He twisted around to look at his sister, motioning her to come closer. “This is Ryan.”
“Ah, the infamous ‘Ryan’,” she smiled as she pried herself off the car and moved forward. “It’s nice to finally meet you—Matty talks about you all the time.”
Ryan shook the hand she offered, staring at her inquisitively. “He talks about you a lot, too, but I always thought you were younger.” A strange look briefly crossed her features before she managed to suppress it, an I-don’t-quite-know-how-to-take-that look, and he realized he said something wrong. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean that you were
old…I just thought—”
“It’s okay,” Abby chuckled. “Happens all the time. Matt’s friends all think I should be younger and my friends all think he should be older. Just for the record, I’m twenty-seven,” she winked.
He knew the relief was evident on his face, but Ryan didn’t care. “So you’re…” He paused a moment to do the math in his head. “…twelve years older?”
“Give the man an award,” Matthew chimed in with a mocking clap of his hands. “He can subtract without a calculator.”
“Which is more than you did today academically,” Ryan smirked. “Oh, but you did move up three levels in whatever that game was you were playing with Kevin, so that’s something.”
Matthew grinned, slightly embarrassed as he anticipated his sister’s question. “So, yeah, I have homework tonight,” he told her.
“Then we better get home,” Abby decided. Shifting her gaze back to Ryan, she smiled. “It was nice meeting you.”
“Yeah, uh, you too,” he responded. Then, to Matthew, “And I’ll see
you tomorrow.”
“Bye Ryan,” the boy replied with a friendly wave.
Ryan waited in the parking lot until the Scotts had pulled safely into traffic before heading back to his post in the computer lab, still shaking his head over what his family called his “foot-in-mouth disease”.
Maybe someday I’ll stop saying dumb things to people. He frowned, pulling open the outer door.
Nah, that’s never gonna happen. But at least Abby didn’t seem offended…
**Am I the only one that hates Word right now? I just spent several minute of my life that I can never get back taking out all those stupid tags. :scream:***
