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Day Twenty-Three: Hissy Fit

Apr 22, 2009 06:33

Who: Lizzy
Where: Barracks
When: Mid-morning
Rating: PG
Invasion: *grin*

Status: Open / Ongoing
Summary: Do we still do those?

( Got a plan of action and cold blood // and it smells of defiance )

~dm: spike, peyton alexander, *day 23, ~dm: lizzy miles, - in progress - mandy, @barracks, ~dm: gregory house

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milessquared May 6 2009, 05:30:43 UTC

Lizzy giggled a bit at Spike's suggestion that he would bite House, and looked over her shoulder to smirk at the doctor, who merely seemed to roll his eyes. Lizzy didn't think that he believed that Spike was serious. But she did. Mostly because she didn't think that Spike had any reason to lie about that. House was a jerk, and he deserved to be hurt for that.

When they entered the lounge, Lizzy grew tense, and hid behind Spike a bit again when she noticed there was someone else in the room. Someone she knew? It didn't really look like it. But she thought it was someone from this side.

She swallowed heavily, not really wanting to acknowledge her presence, but at the same time too scared not to, so she just tried to hide and blend into the wall, pretending that she wasn't there.

House rolled his eyes at the kid - you couldn't pay him to play guardian for the day, regardless of how many people were going to yell at her. Quite frankly, she probably deserved half of it. She looked like a spoiled little brat. He shrugged his shoulders, and moved further into the lounge, offering a wave to Peyton as he let his eyes trail over her briefly. Well, nothing wrong with that.

Moving to one of the chairs, he flopped into it, being careful of his leg which he propped up on any available surface. He glanced briefly around for the remote, shrugged, and decided he'd just yell and make a fuss if the TV wasn't tuned to something he wanted to watch. Being annoying tended to get the best results.

lies_unspoken May 6 2009, 06:26:32 UTC

Peyton watched as the guy settled in, though she refrained from quipping 'make yourself at home'. Instead, she jerked her chin in a nod. "New here?" she inquired as she glanced to them.

Well, no. The kid wasn't new. She'd seen her around before. And she was ... very certain she recognized the blonde guy from the other side.

Well, well, well, wasn't that interesting? "Guess not," she said with a wicked grin before she turned her attention back to the TV.

Spike quirked a brow but shrugged it off. "We stickin' around?" he asked Lizzy, glancing down to her. She seemed awfully uncomfortable, after all.

itsneverlupis May 6 2009, 09:47:02 UTC

House glanced over, and he didn't really like the attitude that she adopted when she mentioned that they were new. Searching for the best thing to say, he turned his gaze back to the TV, shrugged once, and then said, "We figured we'd try a day in the life of the losers. See if it helps make our lives feel more fulfilled." He smirked a bit, thinking that rather clever of him.

Lizzy shifted a bit, uncomfortable, and glanced over to Peyton and then over to House before she glanced back up at Spike, and said, "If... you want to watch..." and gestured toward the TV. She thought that was part of the reason why he came here, after all - hadn't he been talking about fighting over the remote? She didn't want to make him leave because of that. She'd suck it up if he wanted to stay.

lies_unspoken May 6 2009, 16:40:00 UTC

"Life of the losers," Peyton echoed. "Wouldn't that be the guys on the other side? You guys, I mean?" She shrugged a little. "Must suck to have been voluntold to come on over to this side, huh?" She was just glad it hadn't been her to be relocated.

That kinda would've sucked.

"Nah. We can take off," he said as he lightly ruffled Lizzy's hair. There had to be a TV somewhere else, or ... something else to do. And he wasn't really inclined to fight for the remote, either.

If they wanted to snark at each other, he was fine letting them do just that.

itsneverlupis May 7 2009, 05:07:22 UTC

"Last I checked," House said with a smirk, tilting his head to regard the girl, "We're on the side that has more sun, for starters. More buildings. More people. More power. More victories..." he shrugged as if it didn't matter. "If that counts as losing, then all right. We're just seeing what it's like being 'winners' today, down in the slums."

He glanced at the TV, and nearly made a comment about how he thought what they were watching was dumb, before he decided he's save that until after he won this current argument.

Lizzy nodded, relieved more than anything. She was still nervous that someone was going to call her on leaving and get her into trouble or something - it wasn't like she had cleared it with anyone over here before going. She really hadn't been expecting to come back. So she was more than content to leave the lounge, and the mean doctor in it, if he seemed content to stay.

"Let's not tell him we're going," Lizzy whispered to Spike as she moved to leave.

lies_unspoken May 7 2009, 05:37:09 UTC

"All right," Spike agreed in a whisper before he turned to follow Lizzy out. He didn't glance back to the others, but he was pretty sure he sensed a fight brewing ... and he wondered how it was going to end.

His bet was sex on the couch, then he wondered if he'd been in DauphinMare too long.

Peyton watched the pair leave before she glanced back to House. "You must be pleasant company. Your friends seemed so inclined to hang around," she quipped.

She did give serious thought to ignoring his quip about them being the winners before she figured she wasn't going to go down that easy. "And how is that suiting you so far?" she inquired, brows elevating. "I heard everyone likes to slum it once in a while."

itsneverlupis May 7 2009, 07:43:16 UTC

House glanced over his shoulder when she indicated, and shrugged. "Thought they were your friends," he said. "I only came in with them."

Damn, he wished he had popcorn.

He smirked silently when she didn't continue to argue him on the winner / loser front. Now he just had to remember that they'd established those were opposites, because surely they'd come back to it at some point during the conversation. "Better than I expected," he said with a shrug. "The cafeteria - or mess hall - is a bit dismal, and really, you don't have any of the good medication that I can steal," he flipped his cane around a bit to remind her that he had a bum leg. "But I suppose I've lived through worse."

He smirked again. "Though I can see you're enjoying it. This a step up from your usual?"

He was going to get bitchslapped at some point, and he knew it, but he couldn't help himself.

lies_unspoken May 7 2009, 13:55:47 UTC

Pey made a face before she shrugged. "I've only seen the girl around. Hardly call her a friend."

She listened to him talk about the place - she'd kind of gotten used to it - and she nodded slightly. "We don't have drugs," she confirmed. "Supposedly the chick with the black wings is a healer. If she's still kicking around here today, she might talk to her about it."

Why she was offering help, she didn't know. Maybe so he'd leave.

itsneverlupis May 8 2009, 05:40:28 UTC

"Yeah, the blond mentioned," he said with a vague wave over his shoulder. "It would help if I didn't need the drugs in order to stalk down the..." he paused, the second part of that statement just sinking in at that point. "...chick with wings," he finished, with an expression that indicated that he was overwhelmed with the mental image and wasn't going to think on it much.

He was disappointed, though only a bit, that she wasn't snarking back at him. Why did he make such boring hallucinations? He nearly whined. Where was Wilson when you needed one? Hell, he'd take any of the little ducklings at this point.

"But who knows? Maybe she'll find me later," he smirked. "I do have that irresistible allure."

lies_unspoken May 8 2009, 06:07:58 UTC

"Yeah, I noticed that about you, right away. The hot, sexy, charming man with a cane, a limp, and an attitude." Pey snorted slightly before she stretched. "I thought everyone from the other side was all sunshine and rainbows and shit."

Well, not everyone. She'd seen Chase in action, after all. It wasn't pretty. It was definitely not sunshine and rainbows. At least, not for those on the receiving end.

Flipping the remote into her hand, she offered it toward him with an arch of a brow. She couldn't really imagine he was digging the nature show she was watching.

itsneverlupis May 10 2009, 05:07:17 UTC

House smirked, and while he knew that she wasn't necessarily being serious, he also knew that the attitude was sexy, and that it really wasn't difficult for him to pick up woman. So she could attempt to make fun all she wanted - he knew he was attractive, and he was damn well going to flaunt it. "Glad you noticed," he said with a smirk. "And no - not all of us are sunshine and rainbows. That's just the morons with magic."

He blinked once in surprise when she handed him the remote - he hadn't even noticed the TV, he'd been focused on the debating. But he raised an eyebrow and nodded his acceptance of it, eyeing her as though waiting for her to change her mind or take it back at the last second and call PSYCH.

Assuming she didn't, he started flipping through the channels, looking for General Hospital. Not really because he wanted to watch it, per say. It was just habit at this point.

lies_unspoken May 10 2009, 06:14:23 UTC

"Morons with magic. Got it. I'll be sure to whip out my anti-rainbow visor next time we're over there," Pey murmured before she arched her back and pushed up to her feet. She'd been hanging around here most of the morning, and she thought it was time to head elsewhere.

"See you," she offered as she started toward the door, wondering if he'd have any parting words, and if it was going to be something she'd have to quip back to.

itsneverlupis May 10 2009, 08:36:00 UTC

He rolled his eyes when she made the rainbow visor comment, and exhaled in mild annoyance when she moved to leave. He wasn't offended - she was clearly either an idiot or she wasn't in the mood for a verbal spar, and in either case he didn't care if she stayed or went. He rolled his shoulders, and jutted his head in her direction when she offered parting words but really, he couldn't care less.

If he was supposed to talk to someone for this part of the dream, someone else would show up. For now, he just wanted to channel surf.

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