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Dr Gregory House (drcurmudgeon) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2009-01-28 11:19:00

Entry tags:

complete, day 30, gregory house, shannon rutherford

WHO: Gregory House, Shannon Rutherford
WHAT: Two misanthropes walk into a bar
WHEN: Day 30, evening
WHERE: The bar
RATING: PG for now
STATUS: Incomplete

Greg limped through the corridors of the resort caught between sheer irritation and interested anticipation. The irritation was due to his abduction here and the kayaking he'd been forced into this morning. Old memories of things he'd lost and enforced company of the most irritating kind was never going to put him in a good mood. But finding someone who disliked people as much as he did and was as unapologetic about as he was was defintely a good thing, especially when they liked a drink as well.

He finally arrived at a door with 'Bar' written on it and he pushed it open. A small satisfied smile grew on his face as he viewed the bar. It was perfect and there was a glass of scotch sitting on the bar with one of those stone golems behind it. He limped over and picked up the glass before eying the bar stools speculatively.

He was tempted but he knew that while getting up onto the stool wouldn't be a problem, it would do hideous things to his back which would subsequently affect his leg and he'd probably be unable to walk at all by the time he tried to get down. So instead he looked around and picked a comfortable chair in one corner. It was part of a small set of two chair and a table. He limped over and sat down, stretching out his legs and respting his cane against the table. He sipped at his scothc and waited for Shannon to arrive.

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ballerinadreams
2009-01-31 09:31 pm UTC (link)

"No shit? Huh..." Shannon said, taking another sip of her drink, looking impressed. "I'll make a mental note to steer clear of Brits looking like they're stuck in the punk era, then," she joked.

Shannon laughed for the first time for as long as she could remember when he responded to the comment about role playing in the bedroom. Her smile faltered, however, when he inquired about her living off her father's money. Suddenly, Greg was not such good company. "Why?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Gonna analyze me? I thought you didn't want to do any diagnosing here," she reminded him, hoping to effectively tiptoe around answering his question.

The thing of it was...she wasn't sure how to answer it, really. She'd gotten used to it for a while, yeah. But then Sabrina, the fucking witch, had made sure Shannon got un-used to it awfully quick.

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drcurmudgeon
2009-01-31 09:46 pm UTC (link)

"Bleached blonde pale guy," Greg, said finishing off his drink and putting it down beside him on the low table there. "Thinks a great deal of himself. If he gets irritating, just ask for the sun to come out. That'll freak him out. Just don't let him die. From what I can tell, this place gets pissed off at that."

He looked down at the table and wasn't surprised to find his drink had been refilled. He was going to like this place very much.

He smirked. "I like puzzles. And I like solving them. And this isn't diagnosing anything. I'm not a shrink. I hate them. Let me see... you did live off Daddy's money but your defensiveness and the fact you're trying to avoid answering the questions tells me that stopped for some reason. Daddy cut you off? Or was it Mommy? Or did the evil step-mother step in and convince Daddy that his princess should stand on her own two feet?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-01-31 10:09 pm UTC (link)

Shannon smirked. "Sic the sun on him? That's so mean," she laughed. "Although..." she added thoughtfully, "duly noted."

When Greg looked down, Shannon followed his eyes curiously with her own and looked impressed that his glass was refilled. "Now, that's not too shabby at all," she said with a smirk.

Puzzles? Shannon blinked and then, with the forced composure and coldness she was so very fond of putting up to hide behind, she looked him straight in the eye. "My dad's dead," she said dully. She took another drink. "Next question," she said, far more keen on moving off the subject when he'd all but nailed in on the head.

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drcurmudgeon
2009-02-02 04:58 pm UTC (link)

Greg saluted her with his refilled glass then took a sip. "Might as well make this place work for me. If I get enough stuff like this, I might be inclined to forgive it for the crap that happened this morning. I don't like group activities, especially no outdoor ones."

He watched her closely to see her reaction. The father's death surprised him and it was obvious she cared about that. Her following reaction told him that the surviving step-mother must have had some sort of control over the father's assets, enough to cut Shannon off in some way. Interesting and while he was tempted to keep poking and unravel the entire story, he eventually tossed it aside. Family soap operas were ultimately pretty boring and usually fell into one of the usual stereotypes.

He moved his glass to his left hand and used his right to help lift his leg so that he could rest his foot up on the table that sat between them. The angle eased his leg a bit. He frowned then and looked at the table at the side of his chair then shrugged. This place was weird. He could accept that.

"Next question?" he said. "What the hell kind of island has a polar bear and what were you doing there?"

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ballerinadreams
2009-02-02 05:34 pm UTC (link)

"God, I hope I don't have to do one of those horrible things," Shannon replied, wrinkling her nose as she frowned and furrowed her brow at the very thought. "No thank you."

She watched his face and could almost see the gears turning in his head. But, he didn't push the issue and she was glad. If he'd given her the idea that he wanted to be, like, bff and get to know her, she'd never have agreed to meet him.

Then he asked about the Island and Shannon finished off her drink. "I wish I could tell you, but I have no fucking clue," she replied, frowning. "How I got there, though...I was in a plane crash. We landed on the Island...and no rescue boat came."

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