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7/17/10 01:00 pm - betteroffdean

This game is closed.

4/19/07 12:20 pm - playedguitar

Despite many assurances to the contrary, it was much easier and infinitely more comfortable to go about on one's own. More inconspicuous -- debatable -- especially when one could not bear to part with one's pink-lensed sunglasses. Still, crowds pulled crowds. He faked a Southern accent (easier than some of the middling ones, though he felt silly hearing the thing) to ask for the office of The Kid at reception, leaving bored Britons and Americans on the steps. They would probably be shifted by security soon enough. He didn't mind his security: a man he always forgot existed. The man right now in the waiting room reading Hello! magazine, getting up, gliding ten steps behind. Wonderful, inconspicuous sort.

"Excuse me," the receptionist said to him, but something was mumbled in her ear and the receptionist shifted in surprise. He felt curious eyes on his retreating shoulder. "I didn't know he was Ameri -- " all he heard before he turned the corner almost laughing.

Gregory House, M.D. and a ragged creature moving about inside, long arm looking even longer attached to a cane. He couldn't remember how the man had walked.

He stood outside, very still, with pink lenses and stripes and colours, and waited patiently. He was seen and ignored. This made him smile. He kept standing.

4/17/07 12:14 pm - sarahtorah - Lisa:

Can you take Seth and Joe this weekend? Mom and dad are going out of town and Rachel's being Rachel.

4/16/07 02:31 pm - playedguitar - Dr. Cuddy:

I don't know what you were being so unpatriotic for. Princeton was named #15 of the top 100 towns in the United States to Live and Work In by Money magazine in 2005.

Then again, I was very disappointed in Drumthwacket. I thought it had to at least be the world's biggest drum kit with Oscar Wilde's skull stapled to it.

4/15/07 12:07 pm - swordcanes - Cuddy:

I didn't know he was such a charitable soul.

4/14/07 06:16 pm - swordcanes - Bowie:

Well, you're as annoying as ever.

4/13/07 03:01 pm - playedguitar - Dr. Cuddy:

He looks like crap. What happened to him?

Continue to speak to me lightheartedly and inconsequentially on the phone until he goes away.

4/8/07 05:47 pm - lawyeress - Wilson:

Who's that girl I saw you with the other day? Is she a nurse? My head just snapped around.

4/6/07 03:37 pm - swordcanes

At eight he was wasting time and didn't get there until a quarter past. Paused, stepped before her window and turned his face to look. He expected her to be gone, but she was bent over her work. Absorbed in something that had usurped the thought of him; some limb or organ of the hospital. A precise operation. Cuddy the paper surgeon. He elbowed the door and it opened very silently. He slid in, closed the blinds. Came forward and with a quickness of motion put down a bottle of rum hard in the middle of the desk. Sat his hip down on the corner and leant on the cane.

4/6/07 01:33 pm - swordcanes - Wilson, Cuddy:

Fuck. There's going to be a wedding, isn't there.
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