Application for Discedo
Posted March 12, 2009
Accepted March 13, 2009
Name: Christy
LJ: tsunderes
E-Mail: evybay[at]gmail[dot]com
IM: Chiisuchi @ AIM
Characters played at Discedo: None!
Character's Name: Dr. Gregory House
Series: House, M.D.
Timeline: After 5x05, Lucky Thirteen
Canon Resource Link: There is an awesome House Wiki here, but I have no problems with writing out summaries myself if you would like.
What your character can offer: House is, above all, a great doctor. He has the uncanny ability to diagnose patients without even touching them, or perhaps in an incredibly brief period of time. However, most cases annoy him, since he instead like to deal with the unusual diseases that happen to come to Princeton-Plainsboro, ranging from to amyotrophic lateral sclerosis to lupus. He does not care for your bumps or colds, and thus, it will take some convincing to actually get him to, you know, help anyone. He won't let someone die, but he's not going to put ice on your bruise unless he has to.
But, otherwise, he's an intelligent and intuitive person. His knowledge ranges from the snakes indigenous to New Jersey to what happened on the latest episode of The O.C. He has wide and varied tastes and knowledge. He also has a mostly complete lack of the idea of what is ethtical or not, or even morals, in some cases. That comes in handy, right? Otherwise, he's a cripple with a pain problem, so he's not going to be fighting any monsters and winning. BUT HE IS A DOCTOR...with some convincing.
What items will they be bringing with them? House will be bringing his cane, the Vicodin prescription currently in his pocket, his clothes, and a bookbag with the typical contents of a manpurse (keys, wallet, iPod/PSP, etc.) plus doctor stuff like medical journals in various languages and of various contents, papers, and probably some more Vicodin at the bottom.
Third-Person Sample:
Everybody lies. Absolutely everybody lies, and that is how House has thought for people for a long time. Too long for him to care how long it's been, even.
There's the couple holding their two year old boy back from running around the whole hospital. The mother and father are both young, maybe twenty or so. House noticed that the boy had a cleft chin and neither of the parents did. Sure, it was possible that they had adopted a kid too, but it was easier to assume that mommy had been sleeping around and daddy was too dumb to notice.
There's the young man who's been standing up for at least an hour and a half, so House is reminded of another young man that did the same before. He can imagine that when a doctor gets him, he's going to spend almost an hour to force the kid to admit what he shoved up his ass.
There's a woman with her cellphone in hand, texting something with a sour expression. Of course, the sour expression hasn't faded for the past half hour, just getting progressively worse. She looks like a business woman, who knows what her complaint is, but judging by the fact her wedding ring is on the wrong hand, he figured that she wasn't too concerned with her marriage. He wondered idly if she was texting her husband and contemplating a divorce or texting a new boyfriend and contemplating getting a new boyfriend for her affair.
It's nostalgic with his guesses, at least.
All of them are sitting in the clinic's hard blue chairs, waiting to receive a doctor that will give them reassurance, drugs, whatever they're here for. But it's the same thing every day in the clinic. They may have different symptoms, but they're all uninteresting liars. Interesting liars, well at least they have some credit.
But they all lie, and it's gotten too easy to tell.
That's why House would rather watch his soap operas when he's on clinic duty. Sure, Generic Patient #3 lies too, but in the soaps, it's obvious to everyone. It's not just House anymore with these.
First-Person Sample: (This is obviously not set is Discedo, and while I know it's okay, there's an alternative sample here if you want something not verse-specific;;)
Dammit, and I was hoping that there was a new strip club in town. There's only so many times you can watch a hooker pole dance before it's the same thing every time you go. Or, with the cheaper ones, it literally is the same every time.
{He takes that as a chance to pull out his Vicodin and swallow a few}
This really is a bad trip, though. Which is funny, because I never get bad trips. I would almost say that I'm asleep or hallucinating, but since I haven't gotten shot or in an accident lately, the second one is kind of unlikely. Oh, that and the fact that my ear still hurts from talking to Cuddy five minutes ago, can't be asleep.
There's a lot of sci-fi plots that go like this, I think. Random person ends up in a random place, hijinks ensue. But unfortunately, I'm not a good candidate for those kinds of things. Bum leg kind of prevents me from running away from the threat of the week. I could totally take an alien in a cane fight, though. But bad science fiction plot devices aside, I guess I've got...
{He looks at his watch}
"X" number of minutes until my trip is over and I get to go back to my very happy job of avoiding clinic duty for another hour and a half. With any luck, whatever drug made me think about some kind of weird observatory with a...coliseum in it will last long enough that I can miss the whole thing. Or at least tell Cuddy that I'm too hungover to do clinic duty so she'll have to get a nurse to do it. Like she already should be.
Hopefully I can look back and laugh at this later, since it sucks now. Or maybe I can just figure out what it was and give some to Wilson, and laugh at him.
...Actually, that sounds like a plan.
Accepted March 13, 2009
Name: Christy
LJ: tsunderes
E-Mail: evybay[at]gmail[dot]com
IM: Chiisuchi @ AIM
Characters played at Discedo: None!
Character's Name: Dr. Gregory House
Series: House, M.D.
Timeline: After 5x05, Lucky Thirteen
Canon Resource Link: There is an awesome House Wiki here, but I have no problems with writing out summaries myself if you would like.
What your character can offer: House is, above all, a great doctor. He has the uncanny ability to diagnose patients without even touching them, or perhaps in an incredibly brief period of time. However, most cases annoy him, since he instead like to deal with the unusual diseases that happen to come to Princeton-Plainsboro, ranging from to amyotrophic lateral sclerosis to lupus. He does not care for your bumps or colds, and thus, it will take some convincing to actually get him to, you know, help anyone. He won't let someone die, but he's not going to put ice on your bruise unless he has to.
But, otherwise, he's an intelligent and intuitive person. His knowledge ranges from the snakes indigenous to New Jersey to what happened on the latest episode of The O.C. He has wide and varied tastes and knowledge. He also has a mostly complete lack of the idea of what is ethtical or not, or even morals, in some cases. That comes in handy, right? Otherwise, he's a cripple with a pain problem, so he's not going to be fighting any monsters and winning. BUT HE IS A DOCTOR...with some convincing.
What items will they be bringing with them? House will be bringing his cane, the Vicodin prescription currently in his pocket, his clothes, and a bookbag with the typical contents of a manpurse (keys, wallet, iPod/PSP, etc.) plus doctor stuff like medical journals in various languages and of various contents, papers, and probably some more Vicodin at the bottom.
Third-Person Sample:
Everybody lies. Absolutely everybody lies, and that is how House has thought for people for a long time. Too long for him to care how long it's been, even.
There's the couple holding their two year old boy back from running around the whole hospital. The mother and father are both young, maybe twenty or so. House noticed that the boy had a cleft chin and neither of the parents did. Sure, it was possible that they had adopted a kid too, but it was easier to assume that mommy had been sleeping around and daddy was too dumb to notice.
There's the young man who's been standing up for at least an hour and a half, so House is reminded of another young man that did the same before. He can imagine that when a doctor gets him, he's going to spend almost an hour to force the kid to admit what he shoved up his ass.
There's a woman with her cellphone in hand, texting something with a sour expression. Of course, the sour expression hasn't faded for the past half hour, just getting progressively worse. She looks like a business woman, who knows what her complaint is, but judging by the fact her wedding ring is on the wrong hand, he figured that she wasn't too concerned with her marriage. He wondered idly if she was texting her husband and contemplating a divorce or texting a new boyfriend and contemplating getting a new boyfriend for her affair.
It's nostalgic with his guesses, at least.
All of them are sitting in the clinic's hard blue chairs, waiting to receive a doctor that will give them reassurance, drugs, whatever they're here for. But it's the same thing every day in the clinic. They may have different symptoms, but they're all uninteresting liars. Interesting liars, well at least they have some credit.
But they all lie, and it's gotten too easy to tell.
That's why House would rather watch his soap operas when he's on clinic duty. Sure, Generic Patient #3 lies too, but in the soaps, it's obvious to everyone. It's not just House anymore with these.
First-Person Sample: (This is obviously not set is Discedo, and while I know it's okay, there's an alternative sample here if you want something not verse-specific;;)
Dammit, and I was hoping that there was a new strip club in town. There's only so many times you can watch a hooker pole dance before it's the same thing every time you go. Or, with the cheaper ones, it literally is the same every time.
{He takes that as a chance to pull out his Vicodin and swallow a few}
This really is a bad trip, though. Which is funny, because I never get bad trips. I would almost say that I'm asleep or hallucinating, but since I haven't gotten shot or in an accident lately, the second one is kind of unlikely. Oh, that and the fact that my ear still hurts from talking to Cuddy five minutes ago, can't be asleep.
There's a lot of sci-fi plots that go like this, I think. Random person ends up in a random place, hijinks ensue. But unfortunately, I'm not a good candidate for those kinds of things. Bum leg kind of prevents me from running away from the threat of the week. I could totally take an alien in a cane fight, though. But bad science fiction plot devices aside, I guess I've got...
{He looks at his watch}
"X" number of minutes until my trip is over and I get to go back to my very happy job of avoiding clinic duty for another hour and a half. With any luck, whatever drug made me think about some kind of weird observatory with a...coliseum in it will last long enough that I can miss the whole thing. Or at least tell Cuddy that I'm too hungover to do clinic duty so she'll have to get a nurse to do it. Like she already should be.
Hopefully I can look back and laugh at this later, since it sucks now. Or maybe I can just figure out what it was and give some to Wilson, and laugh at him.
...Actually, that sounds like a plan.