Who: Charles and OPEN!
What: Charles' introduction. :)
When: Early evening.
Where: The streets between the bar and the hotel.
Why: 'cause, um... yay, it's Charles?
Rating: PG13 to be safe for possible language.
Status: Incomplete; open.
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Clap hands, here comes Charlie! )
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He'd taken to spending the nights at the clinic as things got colder. He was slowly cleaning out the unused upstairs apartments. Doctor House really hadn't thought things through when he set up shop, why a seperate residence when there were three or four nice big rooms upstairs?
...where the hell is my room? he heard a fairly familiar voice mutter.
"No, it can't be," he muttered to himself and, grocery bags and all, headed toward the voice.
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Things were looking up, she figured. So almost tripping over someone was certainly not on the agenda for today.
"Hey! Why don't you watch where you're going!" she snapped, grabbing their shirt in an attempt to steady herself.
Before stopping. She'd know that voice from anywhere.
"Charles?!"
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"Uhn..." His brow furrowed, "must you scream like---Margaret?" He blinked once, trying to take a moment. His 'in-hell' theory still stood. He knew that Pierce was one to delve into debauchery, and... well, Charles was hardly one to want to pry into Margaret's personal life.
"How can... I know I... are we...?" He paused a moment, then, blues lowered between them to her hands on his shirt, the one side now untucked. They shot back up to her quickly. "Unhand me so we can figure this out."
Silly Charles, don't you know you're the one in the dark?
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"Fhew, what did you do? Break into a distillery?" Hawk waved his hand in front of his face.
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