HOUSE, gregory johnathan

[gregory johnathan house]

525,600 Minutes…
In daylights - In sunsets
In midnights - In cups of coffee
In inches - In miles
In laughter - In strife

GREGORYJOHNATHANHOUSE

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KYRIEELEISON
Dearly beloved, we gather here to say our goodbyes
Here she lies, no one knew her worth,
The late great daughter of mother Earth
On this night, when we celebrate the birth…
In that little town of Bethlehem
We raise our glass, you bet your ass. To… La Vie Boheme.
canon or original?: canon
name; gregory johnathan house
age; fourty-eight
occupation; doctor
orientation; bi-curious

WILLI?
Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
Will I wake tomorrow,
From this nightmare?
theme song; teardrop - massive attack
secret; he experimented in highschool with the same sex (aka, his best frien James Wilson) but would NEVER tell a soul.
best memory; the birth of his only daughter.
worst memory; the loss of muscle in his leg.
criminal record; embarrasing a cop one day. he doesn't really remember.
medical record; other than his having to walk with a cane because of dead muscle tissue, nothing much.

WINEANDBEER!
To hand-crafted beers made in local breweries
To yoga, to yogurt, to rice and beans and cheese
To leather, to dildos, to curry vindaloo
To huevos rancheros and Maya Angelou
likes; vicodin, general hospital, challenges, annoying his daughter, using his cane for harming others, his job, alcohol, mocking people, video games, scaring people, motorcycles, strippers, his "stress" ball, riddles.
dislikes; pain, his cane, patients that think they're right, withdrawls, peanut butter, babies, being wrong, being told what to do, being told "no", police.
fears; losing his leg, losing his daughter, losing his job, letting someone see his vunerable side.
personality; Gregory (or as he likes to be called 'House') frequently shows his cunning and biting wit, enjoys picking people apart, and often mocks their weaknesses. He accurately deciphers people's motives and histories from aspects of their personality and appearance without even having to have known them for long. Greg has said to have a "Rubik's Complex" - instead of a 'Messiah Complex' in which the person thinks they need to save the world - he simply needs to solve the puzzle. When he encounters his patients, Greg shows an unorthodox bedside manner and uses unconventional treatments. However, he impresses them with rapid and accurate diagnoses after seemingly not paying attention. This skill is demonstrated near daily when Greg diagnoses an entire waiting room full of patients in little over one minute on his way out of the hospital clinic every time he's too lazy to stick around the hospital - or if he's missing an episode of General Hospital. His crankiness is commonly attributed to the chronic pain in his leg (as a result of the infarction) for which he requires the aid of a cane.
According to Stacy Warner, his former girlfriend, he was "pretty much the same" before the infarction, and his boss Lisa Cuddy claimed that after the surgery he was "an egomaniacal, narcissistic pain in the ass — same as before". For his chronic leg pain, Greg takes Vicodin every day, and as a result has developed an addiction to the drug. He concedes that he has an addiction, but says that the addiction is not a problem because it does not interfere with his work. Gregory openly talks about and makes references to pornography. Often he can be seen returning the flirtatious behavior of patients who flirt with him... whether it be male or female. For males, he says, it's just for kicks. Greg is fluently multilingual, yet always makes comments to minimize the impression made on those newly learning his polyglot status. He speaks English, Spanish, Portuguese, Hindi and Mandarin, and has made several jokes that he might have botched up the translation.
Greg is seen as an atheist and a nihilist, openly mocking colleagues or patients who express any level of belief in any aspect of religion. He prefers not to believe in an afterlife because it would make life "a test". Greg frequently says "everybody lies", but jokingly remarks that he was lying when he said that. He criticizes social etiquette for lack of rational purpose and usefulness. One time, he explained how he envies an autistic patient because society allows the patient to forgo the niceties that he must suffer through. Greg is a strong non-conformist and gives little regard to how others perceive him. He displays sardonic contempt for authority figures. Greg also shows an almost constant disregard for his own appearance, possessing a permanent stubble and dressing informally in jeans and a t-shirt. He avoids wearing the standard white lab coat to avoid patients recognizing him as a doctor. House does not have much of a social life and his only friend is Dr. James Wilson. Although they frequently analyze and criticize each other's motives, Wilson has risked his career to protect Greg. Greg has quietly admitted, at several instances, that he is grateful for Wilson's presence, including referring to Wilson as his best friend.
faults; House is a misanthrope, a cynic, and a curmudgeon.
appearance; Let's start from the top shall we? House's "youthful" mess of hair. Greg's hair is thinning due to his age, but is remarkably youthful looking. It's a mahogany brown in hue, with streaks of grey all throughout. His hair is kept short and messy; two short sideburns in front of his ears having been there since college. Gregory's eyes are a deep cerulean blue, and are pathetically empty and dulled with pain. It's true, you know. The eyes are a window into the soul - and if Greg let you look into his eyes long enough, you'd see the amount of pain the man has been through nearly all his life. Greg is a fairly tall man, and rather lanky in appearance - standing at a height of six foot two and a half. Although slim, he is well toned and isn't shy about showing off his body - or rather, the top half of his body. He's definitely not weak by any means, but he's not overly strong either. Instead of the required white lab coat, Greg rebels and wears fitting t-shirts and blue jeans to work. Work shoes are a no go as well; as he'd much rather stick to his black and orange tennis shoes. How he wished he could play tennis again. To aid him in walking, Greg uses a shiny black cane; the handle being that of a leaping, snarling wolf. A gift from Cuddy for his late birthday. Greg doesn't bother trying to keep it clean when around his colleagues, but when he's in the privacy of his own home or office, he loves to polish it and keep it clean - especially the stainless steal wolf as the handle. Growl.
When Greg was in school, he preferred his face to be shaven. A smooth chin and cheek always made the man happy and go-lucky through the day. Half way through college, Greg decided that the "rugged" look was more for him, and for a little while it did seem to work with the ladies… and with the men. But that's another tale for another time. The unshaven face was a change, sure, but he liked it better. The man keeps his stubble well groomed, and he now wears a permanent 'five-o-clock' shadow. Greg is always kept smelling nice; secretly hiding a bottle of cologne in one of the drawers of his office's desk, just so he can spray himself each morning… and spray himself each time he goes to visit Cuddy in her office. You never know when you might need to entice the woman you hate most. Or… so he tells himself he hates her. Deep down… he guessed he really actually loves her. He would never admit a thing. There isn't a day he would be caught dead without being well groomed… that is of course unless he was drinking the night before and woke up late for work, or is depressed about something. He devotes himself to his work, and is drawn into himself - pushing everyone that cares or seems to care about him away. The only people he actually ever confides in is those patients he feels that are worthy of his time, his daughter, and his best friend (and ex-lover) Dr. James Wilson.
flaws; House has a large chunk of leg muscle gone from his right leg, due to an infarction.
celeb claim; hugh laurie

NODAYBUT TODAY
There’s only us
There’s only this
Forget regret
Or life is yours to miss
No other road, no other way
No day but today
history; Gregory House was born to John and Blythe House. House is a "military brat", as his father served as a Marine Corps pilot and transferred often to other bases during House's childhood. One place in which his father was stationed was Egypt, where House developed a passing fascination with archaeology and treasure-hunting, an interest which led him to keep his treasure-hunting tools well into his adulthood. Another station was Japan, where, at age 14, House discovered his vocation after witnessing the respect given to a buraku doctor who solved a case no other doctor could. Dr. House loves his mother but hates his father, who he claims has an "insane moral compass", and deliberately attempts to avoid both parents. At one point, House tells a story of his parents leaving him with his grandmother or 'oma' whose punishments constituted abuse. He later confesses that it was his father who abused him. House earned his undergraduate degree at Johns Hopkins University and studied medicine at the Johns Hopkins Medical School, researching psychiatry and behavioral sciences until classmate Phillip Weber reported House for copying exam answers from him. Following his expulsion from Johns Hopkins, he applied and was accepted to University of Michigan where he received his M.D. and met Lisa Cuddy, his future boss. Now, there is a degree of sexual tension between the two of them due to a one-night stand in the past.
House entered a relationship with Stacy Warner, a constitutional lawyer. Five years later, during a game of golf, he suffered an infarction in his right leg, which went misdiagnosed for three days due to doctors' concerns that he was exhibiting drug seeking behavior (House eventually diagnosed the infarction himself). An aneurysm in his thigh had clotted, leading to an infarction and causing his quadriceps muscles to become necrotic. House had the dead muscle bypassed in order to restore circulation to the remainder of his leg, risking organ failure and cardiac arrest. He was willing to endure excruciating post operative pain to retain the use of his leg. After House was put into a chemically-induced coma to sleep through the worst of the pain, Stacy, House's medical proxy, acted against his wishes and authorized a safer surgical middle-ground procedure between amputation and a bypass by removing just the dead muscle. This resulted in the partial loss of use in his leg, and left House with a lesser, but still serious, level of pain for the rest of his life. House could not forgive Stacy for making the decision, so she left him. House now suffers chronic pain in his leg, and uses a cane to aid his walking and takes Vicodin frequently to relieve his pain. Years later, House temporarily regains his ability to walk and run after receiving ketamine treatment. However, the chronic pain in his leg comes back and House takes Vicodin and uses his cane once again.
Roughly three years later, Stacy comes back into House's life, yet she is married to a high school guidance counselor named Mark Warner. Although House and Stacy grow closer together and reunite briefly, House tells Stacy to go back to her husband, which devastates her. All he had to do was leave. Home was waiting for him, along with a couple Vicodin pills and some beer. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to mix the Vicodin along with alcohol, and that one day it would lead to his demise. But for that time, he didn’t care. He just wanted to lose himself, to be alone. To be miserable. That’s when he met... her. Nathalie was a little French girl- well, not really ‘little’ or ‘girl’, she was just ten years younger than Dr. Gregory House himself. And she was about to join his team. She’d come from France years before- it seemed like forever- in her junior year of High School, to be a foreign-exchange student. Even then, Dr. House had been a legend. And she dreamed of being exactly like him. She’d studied hard. She turned in all her homework. And finally, she graduated. Granted, her grades weren’t perfect. But they were good enough to put her into Medical School in the US. She didn’t like France. Sure, it was beautiful. Sure, it was her native country. But it wasn’t where her idol was. So she studied hard some more- this time at college and medical school in the US. She passed that with flying colors, and then, did the thing she’d been dreaming about for years. She applied to Princeton-Plainsboro hospital, to be a part of House’s diagnostic team.
To be perfectly honest, she was thoroughly surprised that the man was still alive. They way he rode that motorcycle, was always taking Vicodin, and drinking, she was surprised he hadn’t overdosed, or ran off the rode, or something. Or, rather, surprised that he wasn’t in jail. Of course, House knew nothing about this new doctor who had all but stalked him for years. Her interest in the diagnostics team wasn’t purely for House. It was for the patients. Kindly by nature, Nathalie wanted to help people. Sure, being in the ER would have been great. The NICU would have been great. But what about the non-emergency cases? They still needed help. They were the ones with mystery illnesses, the ones who, though they felt severe effects, had no idea what was attacking their bodies. And that’s what she wanted to be part of- helping those who had no clue what was going on. And then, on the steps in front of the hospital, the two met. And House did something he’d never done before. He was kind to her from the get-go. Something about her…There was just something about her that kept him from being rude to her, like he was to the rest of the world. He showed her inside- after all, he had nothing better to do- and helped her find where her desk was, near his. That’s how it all started. Honestly, nobody saw it coming. Though Nathalie had idolized House she never imagined what was to come next. First, they started dating. Yes, House was dating. It was as if he was done being a bitter man- he’d even started being kinder to his coworkers, and spending more time with patients. It was odd indeed.
It was all like a dream. They had been dating for only two months when House did something nobody saw coming, even though he’d been dating, and being kinder. He asked Nathalie to marry him. She accepted, and a week later they were married in a small ceremony. It wasn’t anything huge, or fancy. Just them and the priest. They’d never fought. Neither cheated, or even thought of it. Nathalie was definitely the best thing that ever happened to House. She’d managed to get through his bitter, angry exterior and get to his softer, kinder side. She even got him to lessen his Vicodin intake to almost nothing. Everything seemed to be going wonderfully. Then Nathalie found out she was pregnant. She was told several years before that, because of a heart problem, that carrying a child was inadvisable. It would put her own health at risk, and the baby’s if things got bad enough. She was too scared to tell House at first. If she told him, he’d get stressed out with worry. He’d start taking more Vicodin. He’d be snappy to his coworkers. It would ruin everything she’d worked on with him. But he found out. She couldn’t keep anything from him. They knew each other too well. House took it surprisingly well, and didn’t do any of the things Nathalie thought he would. Of course, he worried, but it wasn’t as extreme and she’d thought. Things carried on as normal as possible. Aside from some slightly high blood pressure and some stress, Nathalie- and her baby- were healthy. That is, until she hit 30 weeks along. She suddenly collapsed, and House discovered her on the floor, bleeding profusely. He thought for sure that she- and the baby- were dead. He rushed her to the hospital. The other doctors there said there was no hope for Nathalie; she’d lost too much blood, and there was no way they’d be able to replace it in time. They had to save the baby.
House consented. If his wife wouldn’t live, maybe he would be able to keep his child. Some piece of the love of his life. Something to hang onto, to keep her memory alive. A nurse passed him in the hall and stopped briefly to show him the tiny baby in the incubator. She was surprisingly healthy for being ten weeks early, and would probably only be in the NICU a couple of weeks. Little Anaxzandra entered the world a little too early. She had the normal preemie problems, but they were surprisingly not severe. Sure, she had some trouble breathing at first, but after a couple days- days House spent feverishly watching his newborn daughter- she was completely off any air support. She needed no more help to breathe. That was a good sign. But then, she had problems gaining weight. She weighed three pounds when she was born, and despite all the feedings and special formulas and things, it still took several weeks for her to be able to gain enough weight to be able to go home. She went home three weeks before her original due date, a healthy seven-week-old, weighing five and a half pounds. By all means, things seemed fine with her. House was a caring father, attentive. He kept a close watch over his tiny baby; the last link to his beloved wife. He was determined that she would grow up healthy, and prayed- yes, House prayed- that she would not get the same leg condition that he did.
Yet, he wasn't determined enough to be with her constantly. Not that he didn't want to- if he had his way, he'd have been with her every second of every day. But he still had to work, and was far from retirement. Besides, as miserable as he projected himself, with his leg, and as much shit as he gave his coworkers, he loved his job. How could he give that up? Besides, he was good at it. So Xzandr wouldn't be alone, and so she wouldn't have to go to the hospital nursery- the hospital had a nursery for children of staff, but House knew for a fact that that's where many colds, flus, and other illnesses come from- nurseries. Healthy as Xzandr seemed, she was still subject to anything that happened to be going around, and for that reason, House did something nobody suspected (yet again); he hired a nanny. He hated the prospect of a nanny- letting someone he barely knew take care of a fragile baby, his flesh and blood..It just didn't sit right with him. He never trusted anyone, and he certainly didn't trust some random nanny. But he needed one; he wouldn't subject his daughter to the hellhole that was the hospital daycare. Isabella was hired by House to take care of Xzandr when she was just a month and a half old- House had been granted leave for a short while after she was born, and that's when he had to go back, scheduling the nanny's first day on the same day he'd have to return to work. A 35-year-old woman from Mexico, Isabella had no kids of her own. She and he husband Federico, they'd tried for years, and nothing. They eventually gave up, and that's when Isabella became a nanny. if she couldn't have kids of her own, then she'd take care of someone else's. Unfortunately, House's lingering distrust of nannies had good reason, especially when it came to Isabella. But not at first.
Oh, at first, it was great. House would leave the small townhouse at nine in the morning, and Isabella would pass him on her way in. She would stay there all day, doing her duties- feeding and changing Xzandr, making sure she was okay, and didn't get hurt, playing with her..And then cleaning up the house, maybe cooking, if she wanted to. If House had to stay at the hospital late, he would call, and Isabella would stay later. That way, Xzandr was never alone for even a few minutes at a time. One night, around seven or so, House called the townhouse from the hospital. He knew for a fact that the case he was working on needed his full attention- the man was dying quickly, and if House and his team didn't solve the mystery of the man's strange illness soon, he would die- and he'd have to stay until he was sure he'd found the right solution. But there wasn't an answer. The phone rang a couple times, and went to the answering machine. At first, house wasn't worried- he kept his phone ringer on low, because the sound of it irritated him, and he knew Isabella had a little bit of a hearing problem, so he figured she didn;t hear it in time. He hung up, and tried once more. Still, no answer. It was odd... He hung up and tried a third time, with the same result. Now he was starting to seriously worry about what was going on. But he couldn't dwell on it as long as he really wanted to- a nurse was calling him away, the man whose case he was on was coding. House left a hurried message on the answering machine, and rushed off to help.
Oddly enough, House wasn't even really needed. His team members managed to stabilize the man. So, odering them to page him immediately if things should go south, or if any of them had any clue what was wrong with him or how to diagnose the man, House made his way out of the hospital. He got onto his motorcycle, clicked his cane into the side of it, and sped as fast as he could home. He had a sneaking supicion that somethnig was wrong. Maybe somethnig happened to Isabella, or they were both hurt, or something...He just hoped he was wrong. Unfortunately, he was right. When he got there, the front door was wide open, and when he walked in, nobody was there. Isabella wasn't there, and neither was Xzandr. House was frightened. Truly. For the first time in his life. He didn't know what to do at first. Who should he call? He immediately ran for the phone and punched in 9-1-1. That poor dispatcher..House immediately started shouting, talknig as fast as he could. But his message got across- his baby was missing, as was the nanny. And it didn't look good. The police immediately came- well, as fast as they could, with all the traffic- and soon the house was swarming with investigators, trying to piece together what had happened. Did the nanny take the baby, somebody come and take them both? Or, worse, were they killed? Extensive testing all over the house foudn no blood- if they HAD been killed, it hadn't been there. That's when the police split up. Some of them stuck around the house to check around further and keep House calm, and the other half went looking for the missing people.
Isabella hadn't been kidnapped. Quite the opposite. She left of her own accord. And-surprise!-she had little Xzandr with her. Why did she do it? Simple. Because she wanted kids. She was never able to have any of her own, no matter how hard she tried, over how many years. She wanted them so bad... Up until recently, she'd accepted it. She'd been fine, no matter how har dit hurt. But then her husband- a little younger than her- started eyeing younger women, and actually told Isabella that he would leave her if they didn't get a child soon. They'd already applied to several adoption agencies, hoping to adopt, but there was such a long wait... So, in an act of desperation, she took Xzandr, while House was away. She didn't know why she thought she would get away with it. She loved Xzandr. It didn't take investigators long to find a note that Isabella left. Their problem was translating it. They didn't want to show it to House until they could translate it into English- it was written in Spanish. But House saw one of them holding a paper and immediately snatched it. He- unbeknownst to them- spoke Spanish, and was quickly able to know what it said. It was a confession, by Isabella, to taking the baby. And why she did it. the problem? Not a single clue as to her- or Xzandr's- whereabouts. Isabella hadn't forseen what was about to happen. Her husband, upon his wife's return with the baby, immediately started screaming at her. he told he that yes, he wanted a child badly with her, but not if it meant committing a crime. He didn't exactly have a clean record, but he was definitely against that sort of thing, kidnapping. The two started arguing. Loudly. And then Federico did somethnig even he doubted he'd ever do. He backhanded his wife.
So that's when Isabella had had enough. She grabbed Xzandr and ran outside, into her car, and just started driving. She went as fast as she could without looking conspicuous, or getting caught. She knew that, by now, there had to be a lot of cops looking for her, and when she got caught, she'd be in for one hell of a jail sentence. She wasn't foolish enough to think she'd be able to get away with it- not after all this. After his wife left, Federico went immediately to the police, and told them about his wife, and what direction she'd gone in. She knew she had to do something- anything. Her feelings about the baby had changed. it was no longer cute, fun..She no longer loved it. To Isabella, it was Xzandr's fault that she was now on the run from the law. So she kept on driving until she came to a bridge, overlooking a rushing river. She stopped the car and put it in idle, and got the baby out of the back. She stood on the ledge...and then the cops came. They surrounded her, trapping her in. A negotiator got out, and tried to reason with her. There was no reasoning with Isabella. But then House got out of one of the cars. He talked to her, in Spanish. And he managed to calm her down enough to have convinced her to step down. And she was about to. But as she turned, her foot slipped on the wet ledge, and she- Xzandr in her arms- plunged to the water. Two police officers immediately ran down tot he banks of the river and dived in, swimming as quick as possible to save them- or at least Xzandr. In the plunge, the former nanny and Xzandr had been separated. Being smaller, Xzandr was being swept away faster- and probably getting hypothermia, considering that it was cold in that water. One officer swam toward Isabella while the other swam his heart out to Xzandr. He got to her just in time, and got her out of the water as soon as possible. Luckily, they'd called ambulances to help as soon as the nanny fell, so they were readily available. Xzandr and Isabella were rushed to the hospital. Both made it- though Xzandr suffered a broken arm and mild hypothermia.
Because of this, House decided that he and his baby needed to move. As much as it hurt him, and as much as he did NOT want to leave his job, he felt the need to. For Xzandr's safety. So they moved here, and he started to working in the local hospital, quickly making a name for himself here as well. And his new coworkers knew of him already. Most people wondered how House could be so angry all the time, pretty much hating the world, to being so great with his kid. House has always felt like everyone lies, which is why he seems to hate the world—because they lie to him. But a baby—it won’t lie. It can’t. A baby can still be raised the right way, taught not to lie. That’s why he was decent to the little girl, and would never talk to her the way he did to coworkers. The changes Nathalie brought on didn't stay long, with here gone. Oh, at home, they did- sort of- in that he never yelled at or talked to Xzandr the way he would anyone else, but his Vicodin intake increased drastically. The stress of losing a wife, and nearly losing his baby made the pain in his leg worse, which resulted in more vicodin. He started being angrier at his coworkers, yelled at them more. pretty much, he went back to his old ways. But he was never abusive in any way to Xzandr. When Xzandr was diagnosed with an infarction as well, later on in her college years, House grew even more distant – thinking perhaps the girl would blame him for it. As Xzandr grew cynical for god knows what reason, it just pushed House deeper into his own cynical rut, and made the already obnoxious man even more irritating.
family; Johnathan and Blythe House - father and mother.
Anaxzandra Corinne House - daughter.
pets; a kitten he calls Elliot.

LAVIEBOHEME
To apathy, to entropy, to empathy, ecstasy
Vaclav Havel- The Sex Pistols, 8BC
To no shame-
Never playing the fame game
To marijuana!
your alias; nette.
time zone; Pacific - GMT-8
rp sample; mah skillz - rojyaru knows dem.

[align=right]i'm sick and tired of this so-called life, without room to breathe. i toss and turn in my bed all night. am i the only one who finds no peace?[/align]

Four months. Four months since Kaelen had had sexual relations with his favorite lab rat. She was most definitely his favorite lab rat now if she wasn't before that night at the restaurant. A lot seems to happen in just a few months. Ever since that night at the restaurant with Chloe, Kaelen had begun to drink less... not to mention he hadn't taken any liberties with any other women since that night. Leaning against the wall of his cubicle, Kaelen-Ray sighed deeply and glanced at a picture on his desk. Scattered among a bunch of folders and papers was a picture of him and his late cat Spencer. The poor tabby. Last month his cat had died of liver cancer. Or rather, he decided it was best he get Spencer put down, as he couldn't really afford to keep up with the medicines and such. Also, Chloe had been acting a little strange near him whenever they ran into each other. Sure, Kaelen was still his irritating self, and after that night they shared, he'd have expected her to just take his antics now. But after about two months since then, she had begun to grow rather foul towards him. She'd be happy and go-lucky one second, but if he continued to push her, he'd either get an earful of Japanese scowls, or a swift slap to the arm or shoulder. Chloe had yet to actually slap him across the face. That he could easily stop though.

Shutting his eyes in dismay, Kaelen glanced past the picture of his cat - his best and only friend - and then jumped at the realization he needed some test results from one of the lab techs. Unfortunately, it hadn't been Chloe who had got the tests to do... but on his way to the young man's lab, he might as well pop in and bug the little blond for a while. Wiping at his nose and then rubbing his unshaven face with the other hand, the Scot cleared his throat, then grabbed the folder and began his trek to the labs. Kaelen's thoughts drifted to the blond he was about to visit. What exactly was bothering her? Was she perhaps having regrets from a few months ago? Was she hiding something from him? It kind of seemed as though she was hiding something. Kaelen couldn't place what, though. Turning to the next hallway, he smiled softly and inhaled deeply as he came to stand at the door to her lab. Deep blue eyes drank in her form as she was laying her head against the table - though his smile suddenly creased into a frown as he watched her take out a small bottle of pills and pop two into her mouth. "I thought your leg was feelin' bettah." he sighed some, stepping into the room cautiously. Was she in one of those moods again?

Looking her over, it did click that she had been wearing her lab coat a little more often than usual. And her clothing. She was wearing baggier clothing. What was she trying to hide? Was she growing self conscious of herself after the two of them had "been together"? Kaelen had seen it happen before... women wanting to hide maybe... their baby fat, or something from him. Wanting to impress him more, so he'll see them as a potential partner once more. Raising an eye brow, the Scotsman took a few steps forward and gazed down on the blond hair of the beautiful woman. Oh, how he wished they could share another night like the one they had in the back of his car. Oh, how he wished it had been better for her. He wished he could have taken her to at least his house, so they were in a bed. Maybe have actually bought dinner for them. Maybe played some music to set the mood. Roses? Candles? How he wished he could light a candle now.

Rubbing at his face, he pursed his lips together and rolled his shoulders in a shrug, leaning against the large table she was laying on in slight confusion. "So, uhm. How've you been?" he asked softly. Kaelen was generally concerned for the lass, as they hadn't really conversed properly in well over a couple weeks. Mainly she just shoved the lab results into his hands and shooed him from her lab, shutting the door quickly behind him. Tilting his head to hang lamely back, he stared up at the ceiling for a moment, and then blew air out from between pursed lips. Kicking at the ground with a red converse encased foot, he looked down on himself quickly before shaking the bangs from his eyes. Kaelen had been lazy ever since his cat died. Kaelen had stopped wearing his suits, and had begun to grow lazy in gelling his hair up every morning. His bangs now hung loosely in his eyes during the day. He hadn't shaved in at least four days, so he was beginning to look a little scruffy. Despite all the bitching he received from everyone, he refused to wear his glasses - and nearly threw them against the wall in a rage the other day when he was told he wasn't getting another field partner for a long time. They said he could do well enough on his own. Far from the truth. Taking in a deep breath, Kaelen watched the blond again, turning his head from side to side to crack his neck. Ah, much better.


[align=center]escape to the stars.[/align]

"EVERYBODY LIES... "

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((PS. Rojyaru greenlighted me already. :3))

[kenadie alexandria augustine]

*worships*