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Tweak says, "Damn the man!"

River Tam (i_feel) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-04-11 19:34:00

Entry tags:

fools wishes, river tam, simon tam

separate (open to simon and anyone with a reason to be in the hospital)
River eyed the piece of paper cautiously.

The instructions were too complex, she thought. This would be an easy thing to do.

Eyebrow arched, standing in the women's lounge outside the bathroom, bent over a counter, River made the last fold. The thing was complete.

It was an origami version of Serenity. River smiled at it.

The instructions urged her to think of what she truly wanted. Looking at the ship, thinking of how things had been with her brother, River wished.

Silently, in Mandarin.

She smiled.

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Later that day, April Fool's Day, River went to the hospital, hoping to grab Hannibal for lunch. She was cheerful, and she couldn't really explain why. She just felt... better. She grinned as she opened the doorway to the hallway that held Hannibal's office, hitting it with both arms out so it swung.

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i_feel
2011-04-15 06:05 pm UTC (link)

River shook her head. "I'm visiting."

Interesting of him to share his frustrations. He didn't even know her. River supposed stressful jobs made that happen, though. Made people more apt to talk about what was bothering them to people. "Do things?"

The papers were back in his hands, but River stayed slightly focused on gloves. She was distracted, slightly uneasy. There was a quick flash in her head of those hands, two pairs, blue...

She should find Hannibal.

"Was just dropping in on Dr. Lecter," she said. Her eyes slid to the papers again, then back to the doctor's face. "For lunch."

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i_conform
2011-04-16 08:19 pm UTC (link)

"Yes, save lives, fix people, cure with my own two hands, not deal with inventories or paperwork. This," Simon held up the papers. "This is for an administrator, a business manager. I am a doctor, dammit, not an accountant."

His brow lifted at Hannibal's name. So, this was one of Hannibal's friends. Possibly the rumored girlfriend. He looked her over and felt an extreme pity. Either this girl was crazy or stupid. She could be completely ignorant; she didn't seem to know what she was doing.

"I see." He pulled the papers closer. He couldn't tell her not to; it wasn't like he knew her, or had any say in her life. She seemed old enough, just not completely aware.

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	i_feel 2011-04-21 08:26 pm UTC (link)
	River giggled. And then the shift... the shift in the doctor was noticeable. River tried not to pry with her brain. She'd tried ever since escaping from the Academy. She knew what she was capable of, and she also knew from experience that her mind reading ability got her into trouble. She tilted her head. "Is something the matter?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_conform
2011-04-22 12:19 am UTC (link)

"No." Of course, something was the matter, but Simon couldn't bring himself to say as much. She was a grown woman, more or less, and she could make her own decisions, even if they were bad ones. He looked at her, critically; she might have some skill, but she seemed so frail.

"No, I should be going. Have a nice lunch." The doctor didn't move immediately. He stood there just a little longer; he wanted to say something, only....Where was her family? Where were the people who should be looking after her? It was a sad state of affairs when a nice young woman would go have lunch with a man like Dr. Lecter. A very sad state of affairs.

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	i_feel 2011-04-27 10:10 pm UTC (link)
	River blinked at him. Something, even if she wasn't using any of her abilities, was clearly on his mind. "...we will..." she said, absently. There was something that felt weird, here. Something she thought she should know but couldn't place. "Was that... really all?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_conform
2011-04-30 01:20 am UTC (link)

Simon looked at her and gave her a slight smile.

"Yes. That's all. I have work to do. Enjoy your day, miss." And with that, the good doctor walked off to work on deciphering the invoices and boxes.

"Why so many gloves?" He could be heard to mutter as he walked away. "No one needs this many gloves? They're not even all the same size." He would have to talk to someone about all this.

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