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Who: House (housegenius ) and OPEN
When: Afternoon/ Second Day event
Where: Wandering the hallways/ pool area
Rating: PG-13-ish
Summary: ((An excuse to get House off his bloody arse)) House merely wanders around and ends up taking refuge in the pool area, all the while pimpin' with his new cane
Warnings: It has House in it; need I say more?
It was snowing. Obviously, enough, it was; he's read too many logs complaining about it or even reveling in the sight of the frosty water droplets falling from the ceiling. A huff of cold air misted in front of him as House limped forward through the snow, leaning on his cane as an extra leg. He didn't like it; even with the hat he'd found hidden beneath the extra shirts and pants in the bureau in his room, he was still cold. Where were the scarves?
This wasn't magical at all; it was annoying as hell. And who the hell ever thought it would've been a great idea to have snow falling from the ceiling? Oh, right, the idiot doctors in charge of this place. He had to wonder, though, from the announcements if they knew what they were doing at all or were just cutting corners and unable to be competant enough to--
...Well now.
House stopped momentarily, the snow falling lightly on his shoulders, his hat, his bare skin. His lips dipped into a slight frown, although it wasn't noticeable unless someone looked closely enough. "Huh."
Ghosts. Ghosts wandering around in the cooridors. He studied them, his mind a blank for a long moment before the images of someone...familiar, with a leering face came into the picture. He closed his eyes, mentally shaking the image away for the moment. He continued forward, the snow crunching beneath his sneakers.
When: Afternoon/ Second Day event
Where: Wandering the hallways/ pool area
Rating: PG-13-ish
Summary: ((An excuse to get House off his bloody arse)) House merely wanders around and ends up taking refuge in the pool area, all the while pimpin' with his new cane
Warnings: It has House in it; need I say more?
It was snowing. Obviously, enough, it was; he's read too many logs complaining about it or even reveling in the sight of the frosty water droplets falling from the ceiling. A huff of cold air misted in front of him as House limped forward through the snow, leaning on his cane as an extra leg. He didn't like it; even with the hat he'd found hidden beneath the extra shirts and pants in the bureau in his room, he was still cold. Where were the scarves?
This wasn't magical at all; it was annoying as hell. And who the hell ever thought it would've been a great idea to have snow falling from the ceiling? Oh, right, the idiot doctors in charge of this place. He had to wonder, though, from the announcements if they knew what they were doing at all or were just cutting corners and unable to be competant enough to--
...Well now.
House stopped momentarily, the snow falling lightly on his shoulders, his hat, his bare skin. His lips dipped into a slight frown, although it wasn't noticeable unless someone looked closely enough. "Huh."
Ghosts. Ghosts wandering around in the cooridors. He studied them, his mind a blank for a long moment before the images of someone...familiar, with a leering face came into the picture. He closed his eyes, mentally shaking the image away for the moment. He continued forward, the snow crunching beneath his sneakers.