100 Sentences about Dr. Radek Zelenka
Just like every other immigrant to be, Radek viewed America as the promise land. He was the most grateful for Atlantis when he found out his father had died, and he had the perfect excuse not to go to his funeral. The only thing he really missed while in Atlantis was good coffee, sex, and alcohol. He is aware that he had nothing of true worth in his old life. Radek doesn’t know how he feels about Rodney McKay, and that is both disconcerting and terrifying to him.
The only hits he had ever taken without a fight were the ones his ex-fiancée was prone to deal out while drunk. Radek dislikes children because he cannot understand them. There were many mornings that he woke up with no recollection of the night before, but he mostly gave those up after university. If someone he trusts actually listens to him, they will not be able to shut him up. He was quite popular in university, but he didn’t mind leaving the popularity behind. Radek was entirely celibate on Atlantis.
When he left Czechoslovakia, he swore it would be for good, and he hated himself for returning. Sometimes, Radek can be just as big a bastard as anyone else; he’s just much quieter about it. Absence can be just as strong an abuse as physical blows, and he has endured both. The nightmares about wraith he had had on Atlantis ceased the moment his feet touched sand. He left his fiancée a note when he left her, because he was afraid of being there when she found out.
Despite the apparent emptiness of his life, he does not regret a single decision he made. He has never hit anyone who hadn’t hit him first, and he’s never hit a woman. Sixteen hour work days do not exhaust him as much as an intimate discussion. He used to view sex as something that should occur in a relationship, but at this point he doesn’t really care. Before the island, Radek felt mild dislike towards pink; it’s now utter hatred. Planes make Radek nervous, as do boats, trains, and almost anything that moves.
Radek is afraid he’ll never find someone he would choose over work. Sometimes he wants to punch anyone who talks about how Communism would be the best thing, because he’s tired of people forgetting history. Half the time, he uses his glasses as a shield. When he was a little boy, he wanted to be a clown, but his father didn’t like that, so he decided to be an engineer, just like his father. No matter where he is, seeing stars in the night sky makes things better.
Radek is really fucking sick of being Rodney’s scapegoat whenever something goes wrong. Answering orders with doubts and biting wit doesn’t mask following them every time. Cats make him sneeze, but he insists he doesn’t have an allergy. Radek has a younger brother, but he doesn’t like to talk about him. Though he won’t admit it, his type is strong, intelligent women and any man strong enough to beat him up. He occasionally answers ‘thirty-eight’ when asked for his age, and isn’t sure why he does, why a year would make any difference.
Radek will complain about everything in an attempt to make his true fears seem as trivial as petty annoyances. He still feels sick every time he thinks of a bomb worked beneath fingers quick with amphetamines. Despite all of his expertise with almost anything mechanical or technical, he still had trouble figuring out his cell phone when he finally got one. He is not the kind of man to be in denial, but he still would react badly if anyone called him an alcoholic. Radek isn’t fond of violence, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t stand by and let it happen.
He has a healthy appetite, but somehow, he always forgets to eat. Sometimes he exaggerates the accent, because he finds it makes others underestimate his understanding of their English. If anyone asks, the cigarette burn on his back is from leaning against a stove. The Iron Curtain is really not something that should be pushed back to footnotes in the history of the twentieth century. He occasionally switches to German when he’s absolutely furious; he finds it suits the mood better. The marines on Atlantis shook him to the core.
Radek can’t remember the last time he believed in a higher power. He cannot drive, never bothered to learn. With women he wants, he’s prone to blushing. The topic of sex embarrasses him, because he considers it a private thing. Sometimes he thinks he forced engineering upon himself, the times where he remembers he doesn’t enjoy it at all. There was a stage of his childhood when he was obsessed with pirates, but that passed quickly.
If he wanted to, he could probably swear like a sailor in three different languages. His taste buds have taken such a beating that he’ll eat just about anything now. He likes that everything has to be exact in much of physics; it’s less messy than real life. Sometimes Radek wonders what happened on the many nights he doesn’t remember. He never loved Atlantis the way the others did; viewed it as an opportunity, not a home.
In the right circumstances, Radek is a bit of a romantic. He doesn’t like to lie, and cannot lie to someone’s face. People usually underestimate him; he doesn’t consider that to be a bad thing. He’s never been in a real relationship with a man, because it is too easy to cut any strings. He’d wanted children, briefly, but that was before his sister had her son and he’d realised that he wasn’t any good with them.
He went to a psychologist once, and he’s never gone to one since. He sort of agrees that medicine is voodoo, but he’d never be as obnoxious as Rodney about that belief. Radek doesn’t really believe compliments that aren’t related to his intelligence. He is a great listener mostly because that means he won’t have to talk about himself. Though he never used any drug stronger than alcohol, he drank enough to make up for it. He frequently uses humour as a defence.
Radek sort of likes the taste of girly drinks, but the alcohol content isn’t high enough to make him seriously consider risking his manliness for them. He knows how to braid hair; used to braid his sister’s. He’ll be the first to admit that he’s a coward. He can be quite snappish when backed into a corner and forced to speak honestly about himself. Radek wouldn’t mind getting married if he found the right person.
He used to idolize his sister, and he hated that she never amounted to anything other than a mother; it didn’t seem like much of an accomplishment. He is an easy person to forget, and most of the time he is fine with that. Radek hasn’t been able to sleep eight hours since he was a teenager. In his first years of school, he never turned the other cheek to violence; that was before he learned that he wasn’t really strong enough to fight back. Love frightens him; it is impossible to observe. He's never come across a drink he wasn't willing to finish.
Radek drinks frequently, but he doesn't often get drunk; he hates to lose the control he prides himself in. He never does see sexual advances coming, even in hindsight. If colour coordinating was something that could save his life, he'd probably die. As a child, he played a fair amount of soccer; his father made him give it up when he was twelve, considered it a thing only for children. When he was young, his hands weren't nearly as steady; he trained them not to shake, even under stress.
Radek isn't a shallow person, but he still tends to be attracted to gorgeous people. He never considers addictions to be addictions or habits to be habits; it's all just loyalty. He avoids confrontation in every way possible, terrified of others' anger, but only if it's directed at him. The amount of American pop-culture he knows is sometimes a little strange; but stranger is what parts of the culture he is familiar with. He shies away from too much attention, often content to work in the background and let others take credit. The ocean only makes him seasick.
He finds work is one of his healthier addictions. Radek is a prop, easy to move around, almost impossible to change. He's generous to a fault, and he often gives up things he shouldn't. When he does sleep, it's compressed, short and hard and like the dead. While occasionally smug, he is very rarely arrogant. Radek is good at schooling his face, and he's even okay at lying, but he can't do both of them at the same time; he always gives something away.
He never smoked; thought it was a filthy habit. He likes having his life under control, is afraid of things that pull the direction of it out of his hands. He apologizes like breathing, trained by the two people for who nothing was every good enough. His backbone is usually only obvious when he's furious, and when he's postitive that he's right; both aren't the most common events for him. He has one of the strangest music collections ever, listens to just about everything, and never the good parts of each style of music.
He is the sort of man who would have died alone, brilliant but easily forgotten.
The only hits he had ever taken without a fight were the ones his ex-fiancée was prone to deal out while drunk. Radek dislikes children because he cannot understand them. There were many mornings that he woke up with no recollection of the night before, but he mostly gave those up after university. If someone he trusts actually listens to him, they will not be able to shut him up. He was quite popular in university, but he didn’t mind leaving the popularity behind. Radek was entirely celibate on Atlantis.
When he left Czechoslovakia, he swore it would be for good, and he hated himself for returning. Sometimes, Radek can be just as big a bastard as anyone else; he’s just much quieter about it. Absence can be just as strong an abuse as physical blows, and he has endured both. The nightmares about wraith he had had on Atlantis ceased the moment his feet touched sand. He left his fiancée a note when he left her, because he was afraid of being there when she found out.
Despite the apparent emptiness of his life, he does not regret a single decision he made. He has never hit anyone who hadn’t hit him first, and he’s never hit a woman. Sixteen hour work days do not exhaust him as much as an intimate discussion. He used to view sex as something that should occur in a relationship, but at this point he doesn’t really care. Before the island, Radek felt mild dislike towards pink; it’s now utter hatred. Planes make Radek nervous, as do boats, trains, and almost anything that moves.
Radek is afraid he’ll never find someone he would choose over work. Sometimes he wants to punch anyone who talks about how Communism would be the best thing, because he’s tired of people forgetting history. Half the time, he uses his glasses as a shield. When he was a little boy, he wanted to be a clown, but his father didn’t like that, so he decided to be an engineer, just like his father. No matter where he is, seeing stars in the night sky makes things better.
Radek is really fucking sick of being Rodney’s scapegoat whenever something goes wrong. Answering orders with doubts and biting wit doesn’t mask following them every time. Cats make him sneeze, but he insists he doesn’t have an allergy. Radek has a younger brother, but he doesn’t like to talk about him. Though he won’t admit it, his type is strong, intelligent women and any man strong enough to beat him up. He occasionally answers ‘thirty-eight’ when asked for his age, and isn’t sure why he does, why a year would make any difference.
Radek will complain about everything in an attempt to make his true fears seem as trivial as petty annoyances. He still feels sick every time he thinks of a bomb worked beneath fingers quick with amphetamines. Despite all of his expertise with almost anything mechanical or technical, he still had trouble figuring out his cell phone when he finally got one. He is not the kind of man to be in denial, but he still would react badly if anyone called him an alcoholic. Radek isn’t fond of violence, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t stand by and let it happen.
He has a healthy appetite, but somehow, he always forgets to eat. Sometimes he exaggerates the accent, because he finds it makes others underestimate his understanding of their English. If anyone asks, the cigarette burn on his back is from leaning against a stove. The Iron Curtain is really not something that should be pushed back to footnotes in the history of the twentieth century. He occasionally switches to German when he’s absolutely furious; he finds it suits the mood better. The marines on Atlantis shook him to the core.
Radek can’t remember the last time he believed in a higher power. He cannot drive, never bothered to learn. With women he wants, he’s prone to blushing. The topic of sex embarrasses him, because he considers it a private thing. Sometimes he thinks he forced engineering upon himself, the times where he remembers he doesn’t enjoy it at all. There was a stage of his childhood when he was obsessed with pirates, but that passed quickly.
If he wanted to, he could probably swear like a sailor in three different languages. His taste buds have taken such a beating that he’ll eat just about anything now. He likes that everything has to be exact in much of physics; it’s less messy than real life. Sometimes Radek wonders what happened on the many nights he doesn’t remember. He never loved Atlantis the way the others did; viewed it as an opportunity, not a home.
In the right circumstances, Radek is a bit of a romantic. He doesn’t like to lie, and cannot lie to someone’s face. People usually underestimate him; he doesn’t consider that to be a bad thing. He’s never been in a real relationship with a man, because it is too easy to cut any strings. He’d wanted children, briefly, but that was before his sister had her son and he’d realised that he wasn’t any good with them.
He went to a psychologist once, and he’s never gone to one since. He sort of agrees that medicine is voodoo, but he’d never be as obnoxious as Rodney about that belief. Radek doesn’t really believe compliments that aren’t related to his intelligence. He is a great listener mostly because that means he won’t have to talk about himself. Though he never used any drug stronger than alcohol, he drank enough to make up for it. He frequently uses humour as a defence.
Radek sort of likes the taste of girly drinks, but the alcohol content isn’t high enough to make him seriously consider risking his manliness for them. He knows how to braid hair; used to braid his sister’s. He’ll be the first to admit that he’s a coward. He can be quite snappish when backed into a corner and forced to speak honestly about himself. Radek wouldn’t mind getting married if he found the right person.
He used to idolize his sister, and he hated that she never amounted to anything other than a mother; it didn’t seem like much of an accomplishment. He is an easy person to forget, and most of the time he is fine with that. Radek hasn’t been able to sleep eight hours since he was a teenager. In his first years of school, he never turned the other cheek to violence; that was before he learned that he wasn’t really strong enough to fight back. Love frightens him; it is impossible to observe. He's never come across a drink he wasn't willing to finish.
Radek drinks frequently, but he doesn't often get drunk; he hates to lose the control he prides himself in. He never does see sexual advances coming, even in hindsight. If colour coordinating was something that could save his life, he'd probably die. As a child, he played a fair amount of soccer; his father made him give it up when he was twelve, considered it a thing only for children. When he was young, his hands weren't nearly as steady; he trained them not to shake, even under stress.
Radek isn't a shallow person, but he still tends to be attracted to gorgeous people. He never considers addictions to be addictions or habits to be habits; it's all just loyalty. He avoids confrontation in every way possible, terrified of others' anger, but only if it's directed at him. The amount of American pop-culture he knows is sometimes a little strange; but stranger is what parts of the culture he is familiar with. He shies away from too much attention, often content to work in the background and let others take credit. The ocean only makes him seasick.
He finds work is one of his healthier addictions. Radek is a prop, easy to move around, almost impossible to change. He's generous to a fault, and he often gives up things he shouldn't. When he does sleep, it's compressed, short and hard and like the dead. While occasionally smug, he is very rarely arrogant. Radek is good at schooling his face, and he's even okay at lying, but he can't do both of them at the same time; he always gives something away.
He never smoked; thought it was a filthy habit. He likes having his life under control, is afraid of things that pull the direction of it out of his hands. He apologizes like breathing, trained by the two people for who nothing was every good enough. His backbone is usually only obvious when he's furious, and when he's postitive that he's right; both aren't the most common events for him. He has one of the strangest music collections ever, listens to just about everything, and never the good parts of each style of music.
He is the sort of man who would have died alone, brilliant but easily forgotten.