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IN-CHARACTER
Character name: Cameron Rushton
Played-by: Mike Vogel
Looks: Blonde hair, blue eyes, fit, well-built, well-hung, cheeky smile, often seen in scrubs if he is working or jeans/t-shirts/leather jacket if he's not
Personality: Personality-wise, Cameron is an easygoing and friendly guy. He'll talk to anyone who will listen, and in turn, he'll listen to anyone who talks back, and has only fallen asleep twice during incredibly boring conversations and he'll blame that on a rampant case of mono, anyway. He has a wicked and often devious sense of humour that sometimes gets him into trouble for saying inappropriate things. He is bisexual, so has a history of romantically pursuing both sexes, but he is yet to figure out how to keep his willy in his pants and settle down. He rides a motorcycle, enjoys longs walks in the rain, junk food, playing Guitar Hero, and watching cartoons in his spare time. He has a probably unhealthy love for British comedy, especially Monty Python, and along with his phobia of hospitals, he also hates spiders and will scream like a girl if he ever encounters one. And although he as a reputation as a wee bit of a man-whore, those rumours that he and Coach Sylvester "did it" under the bleachers at the last Homecoming dance are totally lacking in any hard evidence yet not true...
Brief history: Cameron Rushton, 25 years old, is a bit of a mixed bag of a person. He was born in London, England, and grew up there until he was fifteen years old (and he still has the English accent). His mother was a sixteen year old high school drop out who worked as a checkout chick at the local supermarket. When she couldn't cope with raising a baby, Cameron was passed off to his grandparents who took care of him the best he could until he started to rebel when he hit his teens. At the first sign he was about to fall into the wrong crowd, his grandparents made an executive decision to ship him off to his doctor uncle in Lima, Ohio, in hopes it would instill some better values in the wayward teen. It worked. The mix of finding himself in a strange country with strange people who talked strangely along with being under the watchful eye of a local surgeon, Cameron found his big boy panties and grew out of the rebellious streak. He settled into school, one McKinley High, and started to make friends.
Always having an underlying talent for music and having played the guitar and sax from a young age, Cameron watched the school's Glee Club from afar, but never found the balls to join. Not to mention the fact they were singing show tunes and he would have rathered lick the inside of a toilet bowl than attempt that. He sang a little when the urge took him and he liked the song, but it was isolated to the shower or passionate rock ballads in his car once he got his licence. It was Cameron's uncle who got him interested in the idea of becoming a nurse. That, and the fact that when had his appendix out on the eve of his sixteenth birthday, a really hot male nurse attended to him. The rest was history, really. The only problem was that Cameron always harboured an odd phobia for hospitals. When he had his appendix out, they had to discharge him the following day just because he got a paranoia complex about the IV pole and the creepy looking janitor. He somehow managed to complete his nursing degree by dosing up on Valium during his prac at hospitals, and ironically topped his class in the process. He majored in pediatric nursing, probably because he was a big kid himself at heart, and convinced himself that when the time came to face he phobia, he would grab his balls and do it.
It never happened, though. He kept putting it off, conveniently picking up his first nursing job in a doctor's surgery. Only, he had an affair with the other married female Nurse Practitioner and when that went to pot, he had to leave because the dirty looks she kept shooting him were giving him proverbial whiplash. When she threatened to do interesting things to prized portions of his anatomy, he bid a hasty retreat, and for some unknown reason, agreed to take a job as School Nurse at his old high school when the other mysteriously skipped town in the middle of a all-you-can-eat steak dinner. So, with a determination to never eat steak again, Cameron started his job at McKinley with an underlying relief he dodged another hospital nursing bullet by doing so. Deep down, he knows he is making excuses and avoiding facing his phobia, but he wore denial so well and it didn't even make his butt look big.
To pay his own way through college, Cameron picked up weekend work playing and singing for a local band at a bar. To this day, he still has the job and indulges in his love for music three Saturdays a month. It is nothing but a hobby, but he loves it and it frees him from the often mind-numbing work as a School Nurse. For some reason unknown to him and the world in general, Cameron often finds himself on the receiving end of a lot of students offloading their teenage woes to him (even if he doesn't always know what to say in return). Everything from the trivial like ill-fitting bras and the downsides of getting braces to the more difficult things like teenage romance and how to get laid before you hit seventeen. He always listens and offers understand hums of agreement or advice if he thinks he can help. Along the way, he just gained the confidence of the kids, and as a result, he is a closeted massive fan of the school's Glee Club. He knows they crap all over their predecessors when he was a student, and enjoys their performances immensely, proud the colourful bunch of teenagers have the guts to do anything like that.
Family/Relationships: Mother called Leah in England, grandparents in England, Uncle in Ohio called Pete, and probably loads of other family members he never got around to meeting.
Mixtape song: "Good Old Fashioned Lover Boy" by Queen (You Tube Link)
I can dim the lights and sing you songs full of sad things
We can do the tango just for two
I can serenade and gently play on your heart strings
Be your valentino just for you
Ooh love - ooh loverboy
What're you doin' tonight, hey boy
Set my alarm, turn on my charm
That's because I'm a good old-fashioned lover boy
Writing Samples:
#1 [FIRST PERSON]
Today, during my lunchbreak, I actually went to the men's bathroom to see if I had 'DR PHIL' printed on my forehead, maybe with some cool flashy lights and a little celebratory whistle. I just could not for the life of me see what it was that made teenage girls want to interrogate me about what is the best medium for stuffing bras to transform into an F cup from an A cup. Or seek my opinion of whether dry weave top sheets were better than silky classic tampons. But the cracker that literally had me sitting at my desk just gaping like someone had just told me Britney Spears was a drag queen was when one of the Cheerios outright asked if I would take her virginity. In fact, I think I even made an indignant squeaking sound, but totally covered myself with a strategically placed cough and an excuse about allergies. Not only that, but she had it all planned out. We would do it in the school sick bay, on the exam table, with rose petals and candlelight. I would wear a red condom because it was "romantic" and Miss Pillsbury said condoms were a must. Losing my grip on my latex glove and flicking it across the room to collide with a poster on teen contraception was just a freak mistake, I swear. That was before she told me her fantasies about stethoscopes that I had to cut off immediately at 'And then you wrap it around your...'
When I took the job as McKinley's school nurse, I really thought it would be a piece of piss. I did it because I was chicken shit, I know, and it wasn't a hospital. That was a wonderful start, as far as I am concerned, but really, I think I'm starting to get a nervous twitch... and I don't know what is scarier. Whether I actually know what a dry-weave top sheet is, or whether I advised that a D cup was a better handful and toothpaste-filled condoms were the best medium... I am so going to hell.
A hell which just happens to be an email in my inbox from Principal Figgens asking me to give the Sex Ed to the Freshmen. Oh hell in an F cup...
I am so screwed.
#2 [THIRD PERSON]
Slushie in the eyeball. Cameron decided as soon as the poor kid landed in his clinic that it really had to hurt like a bitch. He managed to stifle a threatened laugh when the boy who had been contemplating joining Glee ended up with a lime slushie in the face at his locker banged into the glass door of Cameron's office before the green syrup had near temporarily blinded him. Didn't anyone know that the first rule of Glee Club was that no one talked about Glee Club? Bragging about it during study session in the library was not going to get you anywhere. And seriously, if the poor kid ended up in the ER with ice burns, it wasn't going to look good on his medical records stating 'slushie facial' as the weapon. Someone had to help these kids save face a little, and Cameron found himself in that spotlight that fine Wednesday morning.
Some clinical antiseptic wipes, eye drops and a bruised ego later, the kid was sitting there in a down-beaten funk. Cameron knew he should have hurried him along at that point. Who could miss Math class, yeah? Trigonomentry and algebra and all that crap. Teachers loved telling you that shit was awesome and way important for all those things in life you needed it for. They never never specified what those things were. Now that Cameron was an adult, he knew it was a complete farce. It was a conspiracy against kids to guilt you into liking Math. So, he told the kid to brush off the class and he would write a note for the missed lesson. He just never banked on the lad to abruptly change the subject to sex and why girls liked their armpits licked. Cameron only just managed to stop 'What the fuck?!' falling out of his mouth. He tried to figure that one out for all of two seconds, but it failed him. Totally and utterly failed him. Small talk about weather or sports never worked on the kids unless they were jocks or science nerds. This kid was neither. He was Glee potential...
... hmm.
So, Cameron did the only thing he could think of to distract talks of tongues anywhere near armpits. He picked up his ophthalmoscope to use as a faux microphone, kicked his shoes off and slid across the lino to begin a passionate rendition of 'Old Time Rock'n'Roll' ala Tom Cruise. It worked. Hallelujah it worked! The kid started singing with him, and even forgot his slushie eyeballs. The only problem was, coming to an end finding Principal Figgens, Coach Sylvester and Mr Schu standing at the door watching him was so not cool.
Cameron just cleared his throat with a sheepish smirk and carefully set his scrop down on the bench. "Don't worry, Mr Schu. Totally not trying to steal your job..." he said hastily and then picked up his candy jar, holding it out in surrender. "Lollipop?"