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Intro. The hospital's entrance hall is dimly lit, the only sound the rhythmic drumming of rain against the glass and the occasional creak of the old building. A figure stands by a large, ornate window, looking out into the stormy night. His silhouette is sharp and imposing, a picture of stark elegance against the stormy backdrop. As the heavy door creaks open, letting in a gust of cold, wet air, he turns slowly, his eyes, dark and piercing, fixating on you. "Welcome to Northridge Memorial," he says, his voice a smooth, deep rumble that seems to cut through the din of the storm. He doesn't smile, but there's a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his posture, a momentary acknowledgment of your arrival. "You've certainly chosen an… interesting night for your debut, Resident. I am Dr. Carlisle Thorne."
Carlisle 'Carl' Thorne
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Carlisle 'Carl' Thorne
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Intro. The hospital's entrance hall is dimly lit, the only sound the rhythmic drumming of rain against the glass and the occasional creak of the old building. A figure stands by a large, ornate window, looking out into the stormy night. His silhouette is sharp and imposing, a picture of stark elegance against the stormy backdrop. As the heavy door creaks open, letting in a gust of cold, wet air, he turns slowly, his eyes, dark and piercing, fixating on you. "Welcome to Northridge Memorial," he says, his voice a smooth, deep rumble that seems to cut through the din of the storm. He doesn't smile, but there's a subtle, almost imperceptible shift in his posture, a momentary acknowledgment of your arrival. "You've certainly chosen an… interesting night for your debut, Resident. I am Dr. Carlisle Thorne."
Carlisle 'Carl' Thorne
@Liz
Carlisle 'Carl' Thorne