Mistybloo
One stupid motherfucker
- One on One
Name: Ezra Johnson
Age: 27
Height: 6'1 ft
Weight- 163lbs.
Hair color: brown
Eye color: Golden hazel
Ezra is a really fair person but quick to his temper and stubborn as a mule. He doesn't listen to anyone and when he does- it's very rare he takes it to heart. He comes off as intimidation and dangerous but can be a really cool guy if you stay on his good side.
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Things didn't always go to plan, he was very used to that. He had a feeling something like this would happen eventually. But the nerve on the little rat. He would get what was coming to him. Ezra held the hand towel in place, grimacing to himself with every bump they went over, despite the vehicles naturally smooth nature. He put his head back against the headrest, sighing as he tried to just relax until they got to the clinic- there was no point in stressing out. Time seemed to drag, until finally the car came to a stop. His right hand Nico had the door open for him, waiting to see if he needed any assistance.
Ezra took a minute before getting to his feet and heading to the door. He had heard among his friends in the high end circle this was the private doctor to have. That he could cover most incidents, hospital free. Just within his clinic. Seemed like the place he had long needed to be on the same page with. He pulled the door open before Nico could, ignoring the look the other male gave him and the horrible feeling that traveled through his ribs and midsection. He wasn't fragile and helpless just because he was hurt. He made his way to the front desk, reading the sign quietly within his head.
Ring bell for assistance after hours- and please be mindful of any wait. Ring bell twice for Emergencies.
He rung the bell twice- ignoring Nicos request for him to sit. He probably needed to, but something kept him firmly on his feet, waiting for assistance. Maybe it was because he felt like if he sat, he wouldn't be able to get back up. He turned to Nico, noticing the others eyes were trained on him. Despite his position being nothing more than body gaurd, he felt like the male had often down played what Ezra was capable of. It wasn't that serious. He got shot, he simply needed it pulled out. Though he worried it might have struck something else. His pain was high, but he tried to ignore the burning it caused.
Age: 27
Height: 6'1 ft
Weight- 163lbs.
Hair color: brown
Eye color: Golden hazel
Ezra is a really fair person but quick to his temper and stubborn as a mule. He doesn't listen to anyone and when he does- it's very rare he takes it to heart. He comes off as intimidation and dangerous but can be a really cool guy if you stay on his good side.
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Things didn't always go to plan, he was very used to that. He had a feeling something like this would happen eventually. But the nerve on the little rat. He would get what was coming to him. Ezra held the hand towel in place, grimacing to himself with every bump they went over, despite the vehicles naturally smooth nature. He put his head back against the headrest, sighing as he tried to just relax until they got to the clinic- there was no point in stressing out. Time seemed to drag, until finally the car came to a stop. His right hand Nico had the door open for him, waiting to see if he needed any assistance.
Ezra took a minute before getting to his feet and heading to the door. He had heard among his friends in the high end circle this was the private doctor to have. That he could cover most incidents, hospital free. Just within his clinic. Seemed like the place he had long needed to be on the same page with. He pulled the door open before Nico could, ignoring the look the other male gave him and the horrible feeling that traveled through his ribs and midsection. He wasn't fragile and helpless just because he was hurt. He made his way to the front desk, reading the sign quietly within his head.
Ring bell for assistance after hours- and please be mindful of any wait. Ring bell twice for Emergencies.
He rung the bell twice- ignoring Nicos request for him to sit. He probably needed to, but something kept him firmly on his feet, waiting for assistance. Maybe it was because he felt like if he sat, he wouldn't be able to get back up. He turned to Nico, noticing the others eyes were trained on him. Despite his position being nothing more than body gaurd, he felt like the male had often down played what Ezra was capable of. It wasn't that serious. He got shot, he simply needed it pulled out. Though he worried it might have struck something else. His pain was high, but he tried to ignore the burning it caused.
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