Application for Carla Espinosa (Scrubs)
((OOC: Application done with the permission of the Scrubs-muns. Carla is taken from just after the canon events of 'My Nightingale' (S2, ep 2), though she's been at Sacred Heart for the time that the HH Scrubs chars have been gone. Enjoy!))
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"Damn straight, Todd, you're going to keep walking. My ass is not for you, and I sure as hell don't want to add a little shake to my walk." A young woman appears in the sorting room, shouting over her shoulder to...someone. Muttering to herself, not really paying attention to her surroundings, she turns as if expecting a shelf of supplies. "Few doctors go on sabbatical and it's like the whole world goes loco. Muchos de hombres estúpidos, pensando con la cabeza incorrecta, que es cuál es incorrecto."
Her hand reached out, grasping at...air. Blinking, Carla looked around, realizing for the first time that she's not in a supply closet. "What the..."
Turning in a circle, mouth dropping and eyes going wide, Carla murmured a stream of profanities in Spanish. "I've gone crazy. I've finally cracked." Then, snapping back, she glared. "Mrs. Cranston in 201 needs a central line, Mr. Benton in 212's catheter is loose again, and God knows that his attending can't touch it because he might get tinkle on his new scrubs, and I have fifteen prescription orders to write up. So whoever is responsible for this little mental breakdown better cut it the hell out right now, because I do not have the time.
There was silence for a long moment, and the pissed-off 'Jenny from the Block' look faded as Carla glanced around the room again.
Well, there was a...quill thing, which Carla dismissed with a snort and a roll of her eyes, pulling her own (clicky-top!) pen out of her scrubs top pocket. And there was a list of questions. So, while she was waiting to find out who she needed to rip a new one in for this asinine prank, Carla figured she might as well fill it out.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Well, it depends." Carla considered the question, perching up on a nearby table and crossing her legs under her. Chewing absently on the pen top, she shrugged. "If it's for, you know, a nice dinner or appetizers or something, then I like Brie with a toasted baguette. Or those bagel chips from the corner grocery which, whatever Turk may think, are not miniature hockey pucks from the Land of Food. But if it's on, like, pizza or something, then it has to be mozzarella."
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
"Barney."
There was no hesitation.
"That dude is freaky as hell."
3. What time is it where you are?
Checking her watch, Carla said, "3:16 pm. I am officially late getting out meds. I hope you're happy."
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
"Oh, please, honey. Like I would need to harass." Carla smirked. "This chica's got the whole package, okay?"
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
These questions were idiotic. Which meant Turk was behind them. Or...well, maybe not. If Turk had written them, there'd be a lot more questions about her goodies and whatnot. These were just dumb.
"I don't know. Top of the Scrub." Carla laughed, hard. "Get it? Because it's for people who wear scrubs? And it's a bar? Get it?" The room was silent. Carla sniffed and straightened her shirt. "Whatever. I'm funny."
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
"Oh, please. I am the last person you should ask about marriage." Carla paused, then grinned. "Okay, well, maybe not the last. Dr. Cox is the last. Seriously. Don't ask him about relationships. Man is a disaster." Something crossed her face, some undefinable emotion, and Carla leaned back again, suddenly looking tired. "Yeah. Anyway. I don't know."
But this was Carla. So by 'the last person you should ask' she meant 'let me sit down and tell you what you're doing wrong'.
"Look, if you love a person, you love them. End of story. You don't get to pick and choose. You get it. That thing, that moment, that certainty. Because it's all really shitty sometimes, you know?" She breathed out a laugh, looking down at her hands for a second. "But it's all about who you still want to be with, even in the middle of the shit." Carla shrugged a little, one shoulder raising and lowering. "So you gotta do what you gotta do. And don't let anyone tell you different."
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
"You work in a hospital. People come in - paperwork. People get treated - paperwork. People leave - paperwork. People die," she snorted, "more paperwork. We have more paperwork than patients some days. It's the job."
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
Oh, bitch please.
"I am a nurse," Carla said, standing and cocking one hip out, hand resting on it in her best 'ain't takin' no crap' stance. "I work fifteen hour days, cleaning up after patients, doctors, and administrators. I know how Miss Bartlow likes her tea and that Mr. O'Ryan gets gassy if he gets his pain meds before seven. I am a friend, a counselor, an advisor, and an advocate for these people. Useless," she pssh'd. "Your ass, I'm useless."
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. (Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.)
Carla hesitated. "Um... Well, I play a mean game of Scrabble. And I give really good back rubs. I have," she dug in her pocket. "Fifteen cents, some lint, and four pens." Her stethoscope she was keeping.
Standing awkwardly for a moment, Carla then sighed, looking around the room. "Ok, guys? This isn't funny anymore."
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____CE_______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___CE________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __CE_________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____CE_________"
~*~*~*~*~*~
"Damn straight, Todd, you're going to keep walking. My ass is not for you, and I sure as hell don't want to add a little shake to my walk." A young woman appears in the sorting room, shouting over her shoulder to...someone. Muttering to herself, not really paying attention to her surroundings, she turns as if expecting a shelf of supplies. "Few doctors go on sabbatical and it's like the whole world goes loco. Muchos de hombres estúpidos, pensando con la cabeza incorrecta, que es cuál es incorrecto."
Her hand reached out, grasping at...air. Blinking, Carla looked around, realizing for the first time that she's not in a supply closet. "What the..."
Turning in a circle, mouth dropping and eyes going wide, Carla murmured a stream of profanities in Spanish. "I've gone crazy. I've finally cracked." Then, snapping back, she glared. "Mrs. Cranston in 201 needs a central line, Mr. Benton in 212's catheter is loose again, and God knows that his attending can't touch it because he might get tinkle on his new scrubs, and I have fifteen prescription orders to write up. So whoever is responsible for this little mental breakdown better cut it the hell out right now, because I do not have the time.
There was silence for a long moment, and the pissed-off 'Jenny from the Block' look faded as Carla glanced around the room again.
Well, there was a...quill thing, which Carla dismissed with a snort and a roll of her eyes, pulling her own (clicky-top!) pen out of her scrubs top pocket. And there was a list of questions. So, while she was waiting to find out who she needed to rip a new one in for this asinine prank, Carla figured she might as well fill it out.
1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
"Well, it depends." Carla considered the question, perching up on a nearby table and crossing her legs under her. Chewing absently on the pen top, she shrugged. "If it's for, you know, a nice dinner or appetizers or something, then I like Brie with a toasted baguette. Or those bagel chips from the corner grocery which, whatever Turk may think, are not miniature hockey pucks from the Land of Food. But if it's on, like, pizza or something, then it has to be mozzarella."
2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
"Barney."
There was no hesitation.
"That dude is freaky as hell."
3. What time is it where you are?
Checking her watch, Carla said, "3:16 pm. I am officially late getting out meds. I hope you're happy."
4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.
"Oh, please, honey. Like I would need to harass." Carla smirked. "This chica's got the whole package, okay?"
5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.
These questions were idiotic. Which meant Turk was behind them. Or...well, maybe not. If Turk had written them, there'd be a lot more questions about her goodies and whatnot. These were just dumb.
"I don't know. Top of the Scrub." Carla laughed, hard. "Get it? Because it's for people who wear scrubs? And it's a bar? Get it?" The room was silent. Carla sniffed and straightened her shirt. "Whatever. I'm funny."
B. Gryffindor - Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
"Oh, please. I am the last person you should ask about marriage." Carla paused, then grinned. "Okay, well, maybe not the last. Dr. Cox is the last. Seriously. Don't ask him about relationships. Man is a disaster." Something crossed her face, some undefinable emotion, and Carla leaned back again, suddenly looking tired. "Yeah. Anyway. I don't know."
But this was Carla. So by 'the last person you should ask' she meant 'let me sit down and tell you what you're doing wrong'.
"Look, if you love a person, you love them. End of story. You don't get to pick and choose. You get it. That thing, that moment, that certainty. Because it's all really shitty sometimes, you know?" She breathed out a laugh, looking down at her hands for a second. "But it's all about who you still want to be with, even in the middle of the shit." Carla shrugged a little, one shoulder raising and lowering. "So you gotta do what you gotta do. And don't let anyone tell you different."
C. Ravenclaw - You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
"You work in a hospital. People come in - paperwork. People get treated - paperwork. People leave - paperwork. People die," she snorted, "more paperwork. We have more paperwork than patients some days. It's the job."
D. Hufflepuff - Prove you are not useless.
Oh, bitch please.
"I am a nurse," Carla said, standing and cocking one hip out, hand resting on it in her best 'ain't takin' no crap' stance. "I work fifteen hour days, cleaning up after patients, doctors, and administrators. I know how Miss Bartlow likes her tea and that Mr. O'Ryan gets gassy if he gets his pain meds before seven. I am a friend, a counselor, an advisor, and an advocate for these people. Useless," she pssh'd. "Your ass, I'm useless."
6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. (Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.)
Carla hesitated. "Um... Well, I play a mean game of Scrabble. And I give really good back rubs. I have," she dug in her pocket. "Fifteen cents, some lint, and four pens." Her stethoscope she was keeping.
Standing awkwardly for a moment, Carla then sighed, looking around the room. "Ok, guys? This isn't funny anymore."
"I have read the hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. _____CE_______
I have read the hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. ___CE________.
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. __CE_________.
One day, marmalade will rule the world. ____CE_________"