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Post by newton ford barrington on Jan 28, 2018 16:00:43 GMT -5
  Newt was glad it wasn’t raining like his mom had told him it would be all week. He had no clue if she was having a joke with herself or trying to talk him out of the muddy fun run he was doing on behalf of the hospital. There was no reason why it would be the latter, but Newt didn’t understand the first either. Then again, he never had fully understood his mother. She was a designer wearing, hairspray loving woman who could often be found in their kitchen talking about flower arrangements and carrying ribbons in various colours. Newt had concluded he knew too much about weddings by the time he was sixteen. He was a wrestler who could list what flowers paired well together. He would point to himself and declare that he was a prime example of things that went crazy in a female dominated household. Still, Newt loved his sisters and his mom. He just had no clue how his dad was still sane after all these years. Newt found sports, and even when he left the world of high school wrestling behind he kept up weight training and the gym never stopped being part of his routine. Any marathons that came up, or crazy fitness events like this caught his interest, too, especially if there was a chance to get some money into the hospital.
He considered himself sort of ‘the man behind the curtain’ – or one of many – at the hospital. Lab work wasn’t quick, but it could be quicker with modern equipment and the right machines. Nothing was easy if they were stuck with a backlog because something wasn’t working properly, or they had to rely on another lab because they could do a better diagnostic result. That was the whole reason he was here today. The hospital needed funding for new diagnostic equipment, and Newt was running alongside a doctor he didn’t actually know all that well. Some were friendly, chatted in the staff lounge or when they came into the labs, but others were more like a blur as they passed by. New didn’t take it personally. He knew some were overwhelmed with their work, and others didn’t always work the hours to get to know every single person who worked in the hospital. Hell, he didn’t claim to know every single person who worked in the hospital!
They set off with everyone else in the crowd of runners, but Newt kept looking for a bit of free space so he didn’t end up tangled in limbs and bodies when they found themselves jumping logs and slipping through pools of mud in a few minutes. He didn’t want to end up mud wrestling with people just because everyone ran like it was a Black Friday sale. He didn’t care about coming first; this was about the hospital, and maybe getting enough funds raised so they could replace something and stop throwing protective eyewear across the lab in frustration when a test didn’t complete its cycle during the lunch hour.
By the time he crossed the finish line, he felt as though he had at least two layers of mud coating him. He could feel his clothes crack when they moved just the right way, and he looked like he had escaped from a day spa. Newt didn’t care about any of that though. He felt great. Grabbing the bottle of water for those who completed the race, he laughed when someone commented on the state of the runners, and made a cheeky remark about offering them a hug. The next table was handing out the medals, and Newt hovered at the back of the runners waiting for theirs. He was in no rush for his, but the water was ice cold and felt great going down his throat. He tossed some of it over his head, scrubbing his hand through his hair and over his face to try and shift a tiny bit of the mud he had lost track of falling into.
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TAGGED! Gramercy Bowie Church
WORDS! 673!
OUTFIT!
LYRICS! Lose My Cool - - - Foxes
NOTES! <3 <3 <3
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Post by Gramercy Bowie Church on May 8, 2020 19:08:58 GMT -5
  Church's Heart had been created to raise awareness for Lutembacher's Syndrome but since then it had grown to include other rare heart conditions that were as rarely publicised as they were diagnosed. The majority of the funds they raised went into researching cures or better ways to diagnose these conditions but there was still money that went into providing equipment to hospitals and clinics so they could better help those in need. Hospitals were notoriously underfunded and relied quite a bit on fundraisers and Foundations like Church's Heart to see much needed medical supplies and equipment. Gramercy ran several events throughout the year, all over the country to raise money for the local hospitals in dire need of their help. She loved it and occasionally, damn near every run, joined in. She was the face of the Foundation and it helped to boost awareness of these events to see the person in charge of the event joining in to show support.
There were a few times when she'd been unable to participate but those had been because she'd actually broken her arm from falling down the stairs at the Foundation. She wasn't usually a klutz but that day saw her just miss a step. Thankfully all she'd done was break her arm and nothing more serious had happened. However, it had meant that she'd been unable to join in on the fun for six weeks. She'd been at the park they'd turned into an obstacle course full of mud and wet the day before early so she could see to everything before she joined in. She stood in front of the table her own assistant was sat down at with another employee to sign in for the event and joked about being the first in line and wanting a good luck number. Everything looked good though and Gram felt like she could leave the event in the good hands of her assistant while she ran the course. She'd done variations of it hundreds of times so she was confident in finishing near the front of the pack.
Gram fell a couple of times and laughed so hard she lost her breathe but that was the fun of it all. She did cross the finish line near the front of the group but definitely not in the top ten. Still, she accepted a bottle of water and stood around with the rest of the runners waiting for their medals while her assistant tried to hand them out as fast as she could. It wasn't so much a difficult process as it was Hayden enjoyed talking to everyone about their run. She wasn't able to join in very often, usually, because they needed someone competent to work the tables and occasionally, that was only the pair of them; those were the other times when Gramercy couldn't participate because they needed both of them running the scene. "Hey now, watch it! This is as close to a spa day mud mask I'll get!" Gramercy teased the man just ahead of her trying to scrub some of the mud from his head and face.
♦ ♦ ♦ TAG; newton ford barrington
WORDS; 520
LYRICS; Let's Start Tomorrow Night --SMASH Cast
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Post by newton ford barrington on Feb 21, 2021 12:36:34 GMT -5
Newt had plenty of medical knowledge. He had taken some pre-med classes when choosing what he wanted to do with his life, and there was a lot he picked up along the way working in the lab. He knew the signs of life changing diseases before reading the full length of the diagnostic print out, and he could understand half of the acronyms and shorthand that they used to keep as much of the medical history as concise and as confidential as possible as it transferred hands and made its way where it needed to go. Newt, however, had never fancied himself as a doctor or a nurse, or even an orderly. He lacked the bedside manner most people expected. As friendly as he was, Newt often took bad news and made a dark joke out of it, which was definitely not what people wanted or needed from someone delivering them the news they feared most of all. Newt didn’t know how they did it day in and day out. It crushed him when they had a slew of “bad news print outs” come through the lab, and he only had to hand them off or email the corresponding doctor to say they were ready.
This was probably one of the more public things he had done under the hospital’s name. He was usually hidden away in one of the labs for most of his working day, emerging usually only for food and bathroom breaks. Even then it wasn’t like people asked him for help or even asked him for directions. Newt liked to think it was because he probably looked too busy, but he knew it was more likely that he looked just as lost and confused as some of the visitors. When you spend all day in just a tiny part of a very large building then there’s always a chance of getting turned around when you do emerge for something. Especially now when a lot of the results could be emailed, or when porters moved the files around when they needed to physically be transported. Newt was practically a lab rat himself.
Turning around when he heard the voice, Newt grinned at his fellow mud runner. “What? Not had long enough a soak in it yet?” He wasn’t sure about her, or anyone else, but he was definitely looking forward to the long, hot shower that would rid him of the layers of mud. The run had been fun, but he had a worrying feeling that the appeal of it all would wear off before he got home and cleaned himself up. He wasn’t all that sure some of his clothing could even be salvaged, but he was willing to give it a try, even if they were his older athletic sets and a t-shirt provided by work so that people knew what he was running for – or they would have if he hadn’t needed to commando crawl under some netting within the first ten minutes. The hospital name and their charity logo was one of the first things to be consumed by the mud.
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TAGGED! Gramercy Bowie Church
WORDS! 520!
LYRICS! Lose My Cool - - - Foxes
NOTES! <3 <3 <3
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