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Jul 3, 2007 12:56:31 GMT -5
Post by Renn on Jul 3, 2007 12:56:31 GMT -5
*Renn nodded.*
"Yeah, true. But it's like... unfair to the person if we don't do everything possible to help them, even if it means waiting. Right?"
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Jul 3, 2007 13:04:59 GMT -5
Post by Dr. House on Jul 3, 2007 13:04:59 GMT -5
*House thought it best to give her an example.*
"Lukemia patient had a 4/6 marrow transplant. The body's rejecting the new marrow and causing graft vs. host disease. He's maxed out on his pain meds, and the soft, sissy oncologist, let say that's you, can't find a 6/6 match within the 3 days the patient has left. Would you let him lay there, screaming in pain for those 72 hours or just give me a syringe full of morphine?"
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Jul 3, 2007 13:15:26 GMT -5
Post by Renn on Jul 3, 2007 13:15:26 GMT -5
"I... Yeah. That's inevitable."
*She sighed.*
"I don't really know what to think about these issues. There are so many arguments from both sides."
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Jul 4, 2007 22:08:35 GMT -5
Post by Dr. House on Jul 4, 2007 22:08:35 GMT -5
*House finished his vicodin-ruben sandwich, dumped all his trash into his tray, and got up.*
"If you can't handle it, there's always... cosmotology," *he quiped, angling his head towards her hair.*
*He took his tray, threw away the trash and limped away in the direction of his office.*
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Jul 4, 2007 22:14:54 GMT -5
Post by Renn on Jul 4, 2007 22:14:54 GMT -5
*Renn sneered at his retreating figure, half annoyed and half amused. She finished her sandwich alone, and got up to get back to work.*
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Jan 2, 2009 0:59:29 GMT -5
Post by Mortimer on Jan 2, 2009 0:59:29 GMT -5
****MUCH MUCH LATER****
Mortimer was beginning to become more accustomed to being a person. First by understanding that "person" and "human" were not the same thing, and it seemed to make him easier about it all.
He still did not become hungry, but had decided to take to eating in the dining hall at regular intervals, mostly to meet new people.
He was there now, with a plate of biscuits and honey and a fish sandwich, apple and tea, eating slowly and enjoying the little meal.
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Jan 2, 2009 1:09:23 GMT -5
Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 2, 2009 1:09:23 GMT -5
Bryan had come up from the cellars with the other firemen, still separated from the rest when it came to all things social. Gathering his own hearty dinner, the mechanical man could not help but notice someone who stood out so completely from the grubby workmen around them.
Unable to help his draw, Bryan sat himself across from the man, not directly, but close enough to be able to peek over the nose-piece of his mask and watch him, hoping to appear otherwise enjoying his meal.
The little man was very pretty - prettier than Jira, which offered Bryan no sense of guilt; the man's appearance was a fact. And he had the most inviting little mouth... Bryan coughed and tried to turn his attention back to his meal before he literally inhaled it. Not that his brain functioned properly at the moment...
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Jan 2, 2009 1:20:16 GMT -5
Post by Mortimer on Jan 2, 2009 1:20:16 GMT -5
The little man didn't seem to notice Bryan at first except to raise his head a bit in acknowledgment of someone arriving at his table before he turned back to his meal. The Firemen usually had very little to say to him, or usually nothing, really.
When he opened his mouth to bite into the apple his shark's teeth were revealed, brightwhite against the luscious red of the inside of his mouth. Red as the apple he'd bitten. He chewed a moment and then sipped tea.
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Jan 2, 2009 1:28:18 GMT -5
Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 2, 2009 1:28:18 GMT -5
Bryan's coffee cup paused halfway between his mouth and the table, and now he had to slide himself closer - right directly in front of the little man now. He had to talk to him.
"Ain't never seen you'round here before..." he started, trying to act casual. His out-of-place accent put his homeland at a place far-removed from Paris. However, it was not quite as attractive as Valentine's, and the fireman's voice was far more gravely and hoarse.
"Y'ain't in one'a the shows, are ya?"
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Jan 2, 2009 1:34:53 GMT -5
Post by Mortimer on Jan 2, 2009 1:34:53 GMT -5
He swallowed his bite and blinked at the man before offering him a smile, aqua eyes flitting over the mask.
"No, I live here. I'm Mortimer."
He took a sip of tea and set the cup down, folding his arms on the table in front of himself.
"Aren't you a fireman?"
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Jan 2, 2009 1:38:59 GMT -5
Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 2, 2009 1:38:59 GMT -5
Bryan, still struggling to retain his composure, sipped at his bitter coffee and nodded. "Yeah, not like I can'zactly hide it." He wasn't completely filthy today, but the smell of hellfire soot did linger on his clothing.
"I'm surprised I ain't run inta you then, if ya live here... Unless y'keep to the night hours..." The voice made Bryan's throat dry - this little man was too pretty, and the draw was quicker than the affect Jirahasuke had on him. Still.... he felt strangely pleased with his new found desire.
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Jan 2, 2009 1:43:45 GMT -5
Post by Mortimer on Jan 2, 2009 1:43:45 GMT -5
"Hm...I don't have a schedule. But I mostly stay Below. Or outside, or in all the small places. What's under your mask? Do you have a dead-face?"
He canted his head a bit wild black hair falling to one side.
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Jan 2, 2009 1:48:33 GMT -5
Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 2, 2009 1:48:33 GMT -5
Bryan gruffed and turned his head, casting about for anyone who might be eavesdropping, though he was pretty well-known for his facial problems - of course, everyone just thought he was badly scarred and lost his eye. That was only a mimick of the truth.
"Coz it's all metal an' cogs'n'shit under my skin," he said, wondering if he'd be believed. "Guess y'could say it's all dead inside."
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Jan 2, 2009 1:52:53 GMT -5
Post by Mortimer on Jan 2, 2009 1:52:53 GMT -5
"Everyone looks dead on the inside. Its all the same. Except f' me. You're very dirty, you know. Is it very hard work, being a fireman? I don't think I could it, I'm very small."
He smiled and took a bite of his sandwich, watching the man, wondering about his scar, but his mouth was too full of food to allow him to speak.
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Jan 2, 2009 1:58:42 GMT -5
Post by Bryan Fury on Jan 2, 2009 1:58:42 GMT -5
Bryan chuckled, actually not offended, since he seemed to ask out of curiosity, not derision.
"Not everybody looks like th'insides of a clock, though." Well, a meat-and-clock-mixture... "It's hard work, yeah, but I'm... er... made fer that kinda labor."
Downing a broth-soaked biscuit, Bryan licked his lips to clean them, then leaned nearer the little man. "Name's Bryan."
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