canon_muses App: What do you strive for most in your life: accomplishment, security, lov
(This is two part response, as you'll see. Part one in House's voice is 277 words. Part two is narrative, and falls in at 275 words.)
What do I strive for most? What is this? A contest? Fine. We'll look at all the contestants.
Accomplishment: Accomplishment's good. It's nice. it's getting recognised for doing the right thing, playing by someone else's rules. No thanks.I'd rather get results.
Security: Security is feeling safe. B-O-R-I-N-G. I'm secure. I know who I am. I know what I am. I know what I'm capable of.
Love: Love isn't all sunshine and roses, people. Love is giving someone else permission to screw up your life.
Power: Power's where it's at, baby. Power makes the world go round. Not everybody has it, but everybody wants it.People live and die for it. Nothing else in the world like it.
Excitement: A little excitement here and there helps break up the monotony of life, but it isn't the be all of life.
Knowledge: Knowledge is power. Therefore, I divert back to what I said about power. Power makes the world go round.
And the winner is POWER, ladies and gentleman. Climb out of your holes, people. You need power to win a video game. You need power to get anywhere in life. We all define power differently, but it all comes down to the same thing. Power is what makes you who you are. It's everything, all at once, all together. And when something's missing, you're weak, or at least weakened.
What House really strives for is security. In his pills. This is a scene lifted from canon to show his need and how far he will go to get it:
He slithered onto the balcony that connected Diagnostics and Oncology. Wilson's office was dark, he'd already left for the night. He'd probably gone home early to try to work things out with his wife. The thought was laughable, but House didn't let it distract him. He had a specific goal, and nothing was going to get in his way.
He scaled the wall that divided the balcony into two sides. It wasn't quite waist high, and he'd slid over it so many times, he did it without thinking. He pushed off and came down on the left side, keeping the pressure off his right leg. He didn't glance over his shoulder, because that act would mean he was doing something wrong. He hobbled to Wilson's door, and tugged it open with a smug little smile. Just like Wilson to leave it unlocked.
House limped over to the desk, and the limp might have been a little more pronounced than usual. There wasn't anyone to see him as he crossed the dark office to the desk. He switched on a small lamp, and found what he was looking for in the top drawer. Wilson really was predictable. House tore off the first page, and tossed the prescription tag carelessly into the drawer.
He took a moment to fill out the script, and signed Wilson's name to the bottom. Light off, Dr Gregory House backtracked to his own office to pick up his bag and head to the nearest drug store to fill his new prescription. 36 Vicodin would hold him over for a few days, until he could convince Wilson to give him a legit script.
What do I strive for most? What is this? A contest? Fine. We'll look at all the contestants.
Accomplishment: Accomplishment's good. It's nice. it's getting recognised for doing the right thing, playing by someone else's rules. No thanks.I'd rather get results.
Security: Security is feeling safe. B-O-R-I-N-G. I'm secure. I know who I am. I know what I am. I know what I'm capable of.
Love: Love isn't all sunshine and roses, people. Love is giving someone else permission to screw up your life.
Power: Power's where it's at, baby. Power makes the world go round. Not everybody has it, but everybody wants it.People live and die for it. Nothing else in the world like it.
Excitement: A little excitement here and there helps break up the monotony of life, but it isn't the be all of life.
Knowledge: Knowledge is power. Therefore, I divert back to what I said about power. Power makes the world go round.
And the winner is POWER, ladies and gentleman. Climb out of your holes, people. You need power to win a video game. You need power to get anywhere in life. We all define power differently, but it all comes down to the same thing. Power is what makes you who you are. It's everything, all at once, all together. And when something's missing, you're weak, or at least weakened.
What House really strives for is security. In his pills. This is a scene lifted from canon to show his need and how far he will go to get it:
He slithered onto the balcony that connected Diagnostics and Oncology. Wilson's office was dark, he'd already left for the night. He'd probably gone home early to try to work things out with his wife. The thought was laughable, but House didn't let it distract him. He had a specific goal, and nothing was going to get in his way.
He scaled the wall that divided the balcony into two sides. It wasn't quite waist high, and he'd slid over it so many times, he did it without thinking. He pushed off and came down on the left side, keeping the pressure off his right leg. He didn't glance over his shoulder, because that act would mean he was doing something wrong. He hobbled to Wilson's door, and tugged it open with a smug little smile. Just like Wilson to leave it unlocked.
House limped over to the desk, and the limp might have been a little more pronounced than usual. There wasn't anyone to see him as he crossed the dark office to the desk. He switched on a small lamp, and found what he was looking for in the top drawer. Wilson really was predictable. House tore off the first page, and tossed the prescription tag carelessly into the drawer.
He took a moment to fill out the script, and signed Wilson's name to the bottom. Light off, Dr Gregory House backtracked to his own office to pick up his bag and head to the nearest drug store to fill his new prescription. 36 Vicodin would hold him over for a few days, until he could convince Wilson to give him a legit script.