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vicodin_snark (vicodin_snark) wrote in vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-07-01 13:18:00

Entry tags:

!dropped, day 13, gregory house, location: pharmacy/liquor store, open, sid jenkins

WHO: Greg House and OTA
WHAT: Restocking. *coff*
WHEN: Day 13; Mid-afternoon
WHERE: The pharmacy
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Active

He was beginning to feel like a bit of a broken record with the number of times he was looking for his damn vicodin. But at the same time he needed it to get through the day and this whole 'needing to walk everywhere' was not helping matters either. At least Vas Captio was back to normal, there was that small bright spot. But at the same time it was still like walking in the woods and the uneven ground was wreaking havoc on House's lower extremities.

Which was why, when the town was suddenly back to normal he felt like whooping for joy. If, you know, House did things like that.

Which he didn't.

Well, rarely.

Cuddy's breasts could usually elicit a noise or two from him.

And so, hobbling from the gym, House made his way to the pharmacy. Time to find himself some drugs. He supposed he'd save some to share. Maybe.

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emo_underdog
2009-07-01 07:31 pm UTC (link)

Sid had woken to find that things were - as much as they could be - back to normal. The gym in which he was staying was no longer in shambles and the rubbish was gone from the floor. The Pyramid court he'd started helping Anders build was still in tact and Christ was it nice to see that thing again...

He'd written in his journal a bit and decided that it was about bloody time he got off his arse, now that he could. Sid hadn't really realized just how much he liked walking.

After a pit stop in the theater - which was looking eerily normal as well - to unsuccessfully look for Cheryl as well as pick up his stash and roll himself a joint - yes...sweet, sweet spliff... - Sid headed down the road to meander much the way he had on his first day.

The pharmacy loomed in front of him and he paused, contemplating. There was liquor in there, so rumor had it. Beer was nice, and all, but he had gone in the opposite direction of the petrol station, so maybe this ought to do. If they had some whiskey, he'd be all set.

As Sid let himself in, the bell attached to the top of the door jingled and he rolled his eyes. He'd always hated those bloody things... Without bothering to take notice of whether there was anyone else inside, he made a beeline for the alcohol. It wasn't until he heard the sound of movement that he froze, eyes wide and bottle of whiskey in hand, that he finally spoke. "Erm...hello?"

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