CIVILIAN. WHITE, JESSIE

Jessie Day White

levelheaded. cheerful. strong-minded.

Whatever your fun, fun mind decides to concoct.

TWENTY-FOUR

June 10th 1988

Female

Bisexual

Civilian

Jessie is a Registered Nurse at Hope Hospital after a four year program with a Bachelor's Science Degree from UCLA's School of Nursing. She gives people their medicine, tends to wounds, assesses patients' current symptoms and iffy signs that might require contacting a doctor. She holds patients' hands and talks to them about the weather, and the latest football game and how awful a world without twinkies will be. She often gets poop and vomit on her scrubs, and occasionally has to follow a trace of diarrhea to locate the alzheimer's patient who is trying to find "their bathroom" - glamorous, yes. Still, it's her job, she loves it and wouldn't change it for the world.

Personality

LEVELHEADED - Jessie was always capable of keeping her cool in the oddest situations - she's a nurse, for fuck's sake. She's learned to keep calm when facing the most gruesome scenarios of pus and blood composition, so most things aren't that big'a deal. Last time someone tried to rob her, as soon as she realized he didn't have a gun she just whacked him on the head with her (usually very heavy) purse and dragged him by the hair to the nearest police station. Note that we're talking situations of stress here - she'll flip her shit if she sees you littering for instances.

BOSSY - Perks of being a nurse. While at work bossiness is something which is expected of her, she tends to take it home with her, thus becoming an enormous pain in the ass ever so often.

STRONG-MINDED && DRIVEN - Usually, she knows what she wants and she knows how to get it. If you are stupid enough to ask for her opinion, she will give it to you and she'll never sugar coat it to fit your delicate, sensitive ears. She's goal oriented and is pretty much a force of nature when she feels something must be done.

DEPENDABLE && MOTHERLY - She's the person you'd call at five a.m. when your boyfriend has dumped you and you need a shoulder to cry on. You simply know she'll get up, put her jacket on and get to your doorstep in ten minutes with chocolate and chicken soup and spend the night petting you and telling you that yes, he was a jerk and that no, he didn't deserve you. She's the person who you call when you need money or when your dog's died and you need help with the funeral. She's just the kind of person who has always been used to taking care of everything and everyone, and habits are hard to break.

OVER-PROTECTIVE - Read above. If you've crossed paths with Jessie at least once in your life and for some reason she liked you, she'll keep tabs on you. She'll call ever so often to check whether you're alright, and ever so occasionally threaten your spouse that if he lays a hand on you again she'll send him to the darkest circle of hell without any spare lube.

PERFECTIONIST - If it needs to be done, it needs to be done right - bad habit one gets during her nursing degree. If you don't do it right, someone will have to do it right and usually, that's her. Yes, she will tell you you've screwed up. Yes, she'll tear it up and throw it away and spend the night making a new one. This goes from Christmas wrappings to nursing charts. Oh, and yes, when she's working with other people and something goes wrong...? It's "everyone's fault but hers".

IRRITABLE - It's not a useful trait in her line of business, no. Sometimes, she just gets the feeling she's wasting time, and it annoys her. Pointless arguments, silly people - to Jessie "silly people" is a large, large slice in the pie that is humanity - poorly executed tasks, waiting... she gets peeved. And yes, she voices her discontent quite loudly and usually inappropriately. She's impatient about little things and has zero to no patience to try to teach people things - especially those she deems they should already know.

INDEPENDENT - In this dog eat dog world that's out there, Jessie's long learned to fend for herself. She hates being treated with kid gloves and gets extremely annoyed if you try to take care of her - that's her part in the world, not yours. She gets mortally offended if you try to help her and will consider that as a proof that you consider her incapable.

TALKATIVE - Yes, she talks. If you get her excited and give her the chance, she'll blabber away for hours about anything and anyone. She doesn't really have any problems with doing so with total strangers - hell, she tells her life to about 3 unknown patients on a daily basis - so she's generally considered to be a very sociable being.

ACTIVE && ENTERPRISING - Once she gets an idea into her mind, she'll just... do it. She has way too many hobbies and too little time for every little activity she wants to pursue and just seems to dabble in a bit of... well, everything. Never enough to become good at it, just enough to feel she knows what the fuss is all about.

ENTHUSIASTIC - Omg, there's a world out there and there's stuff to do and people to meet. Sure, she doesn't exactly have a lot of time but... one deals with what one has. And Jessie deals with it the way she knows best - overall in a cheerful way, when she's not too busy changing old people's diapers.

History

Once upon a time, in LA, a young couple fell in love fast and loose.

Jude White was an upstanding architect just starting his own firm. Janice Brooke was a florist, proud, and more than usually penniless owner of "Flowers For U". They met one day when he was getting some flowers for his mother and picked himself the most color clashing, horribly ugly arrangement that she'd ever seen in her life. It was good enough for a conversation starter and two months later they got married.

Nine months later Jessie White was born followed by Jackson (now 23), Judy and Jane (21), and lastly by Jeremy(20).

Yes, her parents found it funny to name them all with "J" started names, including the dog, which was called Jinx and the cat which was called Jewel. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Eldest of five, Jessie didn't exactly have much time to be spoiled. She had her parents all to herself for omg, nine whole months, just before Jackson was born and then her reign was over. From her birth, she didn't really have the concept of property very clear since she had always shared everything with everyone. Until the twins were 2 years old, she shared a room with them and Jackson, along with toys and clothes and books and basically everything. Fortunately, in her 5 year old mind, there was nothing wrong with that.

And Jessie White was happy.

By the time her parents finally got the money and moved from the crowded apartment that was a third Jude's office, a third Janice's experimental greenhouse and a third home, Jessie was 10.

She got her own room and, for the first time, she had her own space - and she had no idea what to do with it. And so, she tried everything at the same time. With her savings and a part time "job" she arranged (folding her father's ISO A0 technical drawings at a dollar ten pages) she started furnishing her room, age 10. She painted it a fabulously ugly shade of orange and bought equally horrible matching lamp shades. She found a second hand purple quilt at a thrift store with her mother and a fuzzy pink carpet.

Yes, the final result was a catastrophe, but she still enjoyed it... until she got tired and change it all again.

She learned how to sew and, for a little while, she wore original clothes made by her - and that were almost 99% of the time falling apart. She learned to make pottery, how to bake dash cook, how to baton twirl for a confounded time on her ninth grade, juggle, play guitar (albeit very poorly) and a thousand other little silly things. She joined the debate team, the chess club, the environmentalist club, the cheerleading squad... yes, she was a busy person. And yes, her grades were incredibly mediocre.

One day, by the time she was seventeen, her parents had taken them on a roadtrip to Santa Monica when there was a chain car crash. Her dad was on the wheel and he got injured, passing out. Her mother panicked and Jessie took control of the situation. She turned on the hazard lights, called 911 and the rest was a blur of talking to other drivers, arguing whose fault it was and wasn't, calming her mother down, getting her father into an ambulance, driving onto the hospital.

She was never very affected by blood, or weird smells. She spent her whole life cleaning up after her younger siblings, driving them to the hospital, band-aiding them, feeding them chicken soup - so when she decided, age 18 that she wanted to be a nurse, no one was really surprised.

What did shock the pants out of everyone was the fact that she decided she wanted to move out. Alone, yes. Why oh why was it such an issue?!

Perpetually enterprising, Jessie had saved just enough to pay for her first two months - minus ten bucks - at a nifty apartment close to UCLA that she would share with three other girls from variate courses. Nifty with scaly wall paper and moth ridden curtains, but nifty nonetheless.

After much discussion, her bags were packed and off she went.

She paid for college and for her quarters by part time waitressing at an italian restaurant close by - she nowadays does speak a little italian thanks to it. She took about two months of (free) classes (with her boyfriend at the time) in diverse martial arts and took a self-defense course - her dad paid for it when she moved out, "just in case". That, a few yoga classes and a corresponding course in German - of which she remembers nothing except the verb "to be" and how to write "carrots with cabbage" - just for the sake of it.

Everyone knows nurses "eat their young", and Jessie wasn't the exception. She spent four years getting her arse metaphorically bitten daily because of... well, everything. If it wasn't the charts it was the frigging test results that weren't sorted in alphabetical order. She spent days cleaning poop and monitoring life signs of elderly people, only to get home, change into her uniform and go wait tables until midnight, only to get back home again and spend hours trying to unravel the mysteries of generic drugs.

It was tiresome even for someone as active as her. Yet she did survive, almost entirely on coffee and cigarettes, but she did.

When she finally graduated, she dyed her hair purple to celebrate.

She got a job at Hope and finally got a place of her own (well, in halves with with her boyfriend at the time with whom she later had a titanic fight about cleaning after which he just banged the door behind him and hasn't given signs of life ever since) and got herself a taser and a lifetime collection of pepper spray which she hasn't had the chance to use even once.

Well. Unless you count that time the pizza man tried to grope her.

Now. Two years of horrible pay and lousy nights of sleep here she is, making it big (or at least passably-medium) in LA. Sometimes madly in love, others happily single with large doses of chocolate chip cookies, she's just... Jessie. 5 foot seven, short blue haired, dark eyed, cake baking, cigarette smoking Jessie.

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