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[agreathunter]

John wheeled in front of the entrance to Storefront Apartments. His expression betrayed no discernible bias towards approval or disapproval. If anything, his expression betrayed vague sense of pessimism. He was no stranger to moving and moving frequently for the sake of a fresh start, but his track record on such things was dismal. For as much good

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[ownerofsteve]

House came out the front door of the building, limping a bit with his cane.

He paused when he saw Locke.

"I didn't realize someone had come to replace me as the town cripple," he greeted.

[agreathunter]

John looks...unamused.

"Hello."

[ownerofsteve]

"Hello," he said. "I'm Doctor House."

[agreathunter]

"Hi, Doctor House. I'm John Locke." He wants to ask whether House is always so polite to newcomers, but holds his tongue. "Know anyone who can help me carry these suitcases upstairs?"