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[bostonblueblood]

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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[bfpierce]

Yeah, he still wasn't used to the prices of groceries now a days, lets not even talk about gas. The first time he'd walked by a gas station he'd thought it was a joke when he'd seen the price per gallon.

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.

[bostonblueblood]

The noise of traffic and other passers-by on the street would have clouded most's hearing such a small utterance, but Charles had his ears tuned, thanks to the clamor they called camp. Upon first hearing the familiar voice he groaned mildly and stopped in his steps completely. "Pierce..." His eyes shut, that Boston Brahmin accent of his rolling the name off of his tongue so casually

[mhoulihan]

Which was exactly how Margaret found him. She'd been wandering around town, trying to get herself used to the idea that she had somehow skipped several decades. She'd also just left the bank, after successfully accessing her account, and finding (to her amusement) that she'd somehow acquired several years of Army back pay in there.

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?!"

[bostonblueblood]

That damn left foot. First it kept getting in his way, and now... Charles was hardly paying any attention when he leaned against the wall, his foot jutting out in a way that could seem intentional. His head was already spinning and everything came in a rush, someone colliding into him, grabbing at his shirt, and his eyes flew open, hand quickly falling away from his face.

"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?

[bfpierce]

"Yeah, welcome to hell, or something like that." Hawkeye leaned over and tried to help Charles back to his feet.

"Fhew, what did you do? Break into a distillery?" Hawk waved his hand in front of his face.