HALEY WALTERS
"When I was a girl I would look out my bedroom window at the caterpillars; I envied them so much. No matter what they were before, no matter what happened to them, they could just hide away and turn into these beautiful creatures that could fly away completely untouched." - Corinne Fisher, Patch Adams
NATURENATIONALITY • American
BORN • Tybee Island, GA, USA LIVES • New York City AGE RANGE • 24 to 30 BIRTHDAY • July 2nd SEXUAL ORIENTATION • Straight/Demi HEIGHT - WEIGHT • 5'9" - 125 pounds HAIR - EYES • Blonde - Blue GLASSES • Yes, Reading |
NURTURELANGUAGES • English, Spanish
OCCUPATIONS • Med Student, Surgeon EDUCATION • Medical School NERVOUS TICK • Chewing Pens WEAKNESSES • McDonald's, Opioids TIME OF DAY • Early Bird PIERCINGS • Ears TATTOOS • None SMOKES • No |
NOTESHOBBIES • Fixing Bicycles, Cooking
EXERCISE • Running MUSIC • Flight Facilities, Above & Beyond MOVIES • Some Like it Hot BOOKS • Stories of Your Life and Others FOOD • French Fries, Burgers DRINKS • Iced Tea, Iced Coffee COLORS • Peach, Cream, Green PET • Cats - "Charlie" and "Cat" |
CHARACTER SAMPLE
SCIENCE FICTION • CIRCA 2016
“I have a few moments, so let’s be quick.”
“Oh man. I have been waiting for you to say those words for years Haley.”
Pulling in a long breath the woman held the air in her chest, eyes closed before relaxing with a puff of cheeks. Feeling a chuckle caught in her throat she shook her head, frizzed blonde curls waving around her hairline as they broke free of her ponytail. “Obviously things are not that serious if you are joking with me Amber.”
Listening on the communicator Haley could hear a slight scuffle on the other end, Arthur’s voice picking up – “oh give me the damned thing Amber.” It was distant and made the laugh escape Haley’s lips.
“Hey Haley, have you heard from Marta?”
“Marta? No I have not, I know she picked up her friend Rothko last night. I assumed they went home. He had a long trip… why?”
“Well, they didn’t go home. I ran into them and we went out dancing.”
“You didn’t.”
“Oh we did. And the police arrived, raided the place. Amber and I lost track of her and Rothko in the mess. I am in her transport, been waiting and looking for her all night.”
Blinking Haley pulled back from the communicator, her chin pressing up to her neck and narrow lips pursing for a moment. Marta always joked that if she kept puckering them together they would eventually disappear into her pretty face.
“Wait, what?”
A scoff echoed from the other end, “yeah, my thoughts. And that is not all, the cops checked us on our way out, and they had drawings of suspects that looked a hell of a lot like Marta and Rothko.”
Sitting up Haley pulled away from the small desk, a pen rolling off a metal clipboard and dropping to the ground in the sterile office. “Oh my.”
“I think the words you are looking for are - holy fuck.”
Pacing in the small space Haley bent over, picking up the pen and pressing the edge into her lips. “How about Mark,” her voice slightly muffled through the stick of plastic, “could she have gone home with him?”
“Doubtful. Caught them in a fight last night actually. He got… violent.”
Haley’s face pulled up again, neck pressed and lips thin. “Oh.”
“Again, Haley, you mean – fuck.”
Another heavy breath was pulled in, Haley dropping the pen on the table before pressing her thumb and pointer finger into the bridge of her nose. “I have one last patient. Can you come pick me up, and we can head to her house, and I will start thinking of anywhere else she could be.”
“Be there in thirty minutes.”
“See you soon.” With a crackling click the call was ended, Haley dropping the communicator back into the frequency dock that powered the entire device. Her heart was pattering in her chest, a feeling of panic creeping into her hands as her fingers seemed to hum on the metal table.
“Dr. Walters.” The voice was soft and made Haley turn her face, her mind calming as the chart was handed over to her. The switches in her brain turned over, leaving behind the personal and turning on the scientific portions of her thoughts. The shake in her hands stopped. “The results are ready.”
“Thank you Anna.” Flipping over the page her eyes scanned over the results of the tests. Having walked out of the small office she stopped, lingering in the narrow hallway that connected the array of patient and exams rooms. The quiver in her fingertips threatened to creep back as she looked down at the page, bright red words scrawled across it with finality.
TERMINAL.
Her lips pursed and she walked forward, stable and calm as she pushed into the room her gaze falling on a slight young man. “We have your results Mr. McGrath.”