Gregory House [House MD] (ineedavicodin) wrote in carnaval_logs, @ 2013-08-31 17:20:00 |
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He was done. He'd walked away. He wanted to go somewhere where no one knew his name, and there was no pesky "DR" in front of it anyway. He'd never be an average Joe, he was far more intelligent and intellectual than 95% of the population. He scored in the genius range on any and every IQ test known to man. When he decided he wanted a fresh start, he didn't mean a traveling carnival. Looking around, he assessed the scene, and calculated it to be in the 1930s, give or take, based on the look of the trailers and the cars, and the outfits worn by most of the carnies. He fingered the pill bottle in his pocket and wondered if he'd taken one too many Vicodin before he'd passed out for the night, because this was some tripped out dream he was having. It was all too real, right down to the splat and plop of too-fat rain drops on his head. The ground would get sludgy, if not soggy, all too fast, in a slow rain like this. That would make walking difficult for him, with his compromised leg and his cane. He walked with an unsteady gait anyway, because he carried his cane in the wrong hand for his injury. He had done that one purpose, back when he'd been recovering, as much to piss his therapist off as to make his recovery that much more difficult. He stopped where he was, a hundred yards or so from the line of mismatched trucks and trailers that made up the carny caravan. What the hell was he doing here? Why was he dreaming this scene? He hadn't been to a carnival for years, not since he was a kid. And even though he was older than dirt, he had been a kid a good many years after the 1930's. Nothing about this scene made sense, and even as he thought to pinch himself to try and wake himself up, a drop of rain pummeled him right in the eye, making him jump, as if to prove to him that he was not dreaming, and this landscape was not the product of a vidoin induced mind, but reality. He frowned and swung his gaze around, wondering what the hell he ought to do now. |