04-23-2020, 03:06 AM
Name: Everett "Rett" Victor
Origin: America
Age: 41
Appearance: Brown wavy shoulder-length hair, shortish unkempt beard speckled with grey. Lean athletic build before pregnancy but has since let himself go somewhat. Dressed in a tight black t-shirt with an unbuttoned button-up layered over it and blue jeans sitting below his bulging belly.
Personality: Standoffish and Arrogant with the swagger of a rock-star. Distrusting and self-reliant. Dislikes weakness in others and himself. Not one to ask for help. Might be overcompensating.
Role: Pregnant and in labor. Over due 2 weeks with twins.
Rett couldn't believe he was doing this. Of course he'd read about clinics like this one. The ads were usually buried in the back of trashy magazines along with hookers and wanted ads. He'd always scoffed at their promises. What kind of man needed a place with doctors who would do "anything"? And besides, money should be able to buy all of it and more with the added promise of discretion. It was fucking disgraceful...and yet here he was standing at their door.
He grit his teeth as a cramp ran through his abdomen. The pain was nothing new and for weeks he'd felt in on and off. Sometimes it was nothing more than a twinge while others could stop him in his tracks and bring him to his knees. Twice he believed the end was near but as it went on the pain faded and the cycle continued. Enough was enough. It had to end. He needed these bastards out of him and he would was desperate enough to do whatever it took. He'd been out of the limelight long enough but he pulled his ball cap down lower and hoped no one would recognize him. He took a breath as he opened the door to the clinic. It seemed surprisingly clean and quiet and he eased himself into a chair against the wall. He hated waiting. He'd been waiting too long for this to be over already.
Origin: America
Age: 41
Appearance: Brown wavy shoulder-length hair, shortish unkempt beard speckled with grey. Lean athletic build before pregnancy but has since let himself go somewhat. Dressed in a tight black t-shirt with an unbuttoned button-up layered over it and blue jeans sitting below his bulging belly.
Personality: Standoffish and Arrogant with the swagger of a rock-star. Distrusting and self-reliant. Dislikes weakness in others and himself. Not one to ask for help. Might be overcompensating.
Role: Pregnant and in labor. Over due 2 weeks with twins.
Rett couldn't believe he was doing this. Of course he'd read about clinics like this one. The ads were usually buried in the back of trashy magazines along with hookers and wanted ads. He'd always scoffed at their promises. What kind of man needed a place with doctors who would do "anything"? And besides, money should be able to buy all of it and more with the added promise of discretion. It was fucking disgraceful...and yet here he was standing at their door.
He grit his teeth as a cramp ran through his abdomen. The pain was nothing new and for weeks he'd felt in on and off. Sometimes it was nothing more than a twinge while others could stop him in his tracks and bring him to his knees. Twice he believed the end was near but as it went on the pain faded and the cycle continued. Enough was enough. It had to end. He needed these bastards out of him and he would was desperate enough to do whatever it took. He'd been out of the limelight long enough but he pulled his ball cap down lower and hoped no one would recognize him. He took a breath as he opened the door to the clinic. It seemed surprisingly clean and quiet and he eased himself into a chair against the wall. He hated waiting. He'd been waiting too long for this to be over already.