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[vicodincrutch]

 

"House. Leave a message."

Open for: text, email, voicemail, horrific late night calls, assorted action.

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FWD:FW:FW: TO ALL ANIMAL LOVERS PLEASE HELP US SHUT DOWN THIS HORRIBLE SITE

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

To anyone with love and respect for life: In New York there is a Japanese man who sells "bonsai-kittens." Sounds like fun huh? NOT! These animals are squeezed into a bottle. Their urine and feces are removed through probes. They feed them with a kind of tube. They feed them chemicals to keep their bones soft and flexible so the kittens grow into the shape of the bottle. The animals will stay their as long as they live. They can't walk or move or wash themselves. Bonsai-kittens are becoming a fashion in New York and Asia.

See this horror at: http://www.bonsaikitten.com

Please sign this email in protest against these tortures. If you receive an email with over 500 names, please send a copy to: anacheca@hotmail.com. From there this protest will be sent to USA and Mexican animal protection organizations.

Re: FWD:FW:FW: TO ALL ANIMAL LOVERS PLEASE HELP US SHUT DOWN THIS HORRIBLE SITE

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

How did you get this address?

[sent from a spoofed email address] | Subject: CONFIDENTIAL PROPOSAL

[thenormalsquint]

My name is Mr.Moses Odiaka.I work in the credit and accounts department of
Union Bank of NigeriaPlc,Lagos, Nigeria. I write you in respect of a
foreign customer with a Domicilliary account. His name is Engineer Manfred
Becker. He was among those who died in a plane crash here in Nigeria
during the reign of late General Sani Abacha.

Since the demise of this our customer, Engineer Manfred Becker, who was an
oil merchant/contractor, I have kept a close watch of the deposit records
and accounts and since then nobody has come to claim the money in this a/c
as next of kin to the late Engineer. He had only $18.5mllion in his a/c
and the a/c is coded. It is only an insider that could produce the code or
password of the deposit particulars. As it stands now,there is nobody in
that position to produce the needed information other than my very self
considering my position in the bank.

Based on the reason that nobody has come forward to claim the deposit as
next of kin, I hereby ask for your co operation in using your name as the
next of kin to the deceased to send these funds out to a foreign offshore
bank a/c for mutual sharing between myself and you. At this point I am the
only one with the information because I have removed the deposit file from
the safe.By so doing, what is required is to send an aplication laying
claims of the deposit on your name as next of kin to the late Engineer. I
will need your full name and address telephone/fax number,company or
residential, also your bank name and account,where the money will be
transfer into.

Finally i want you to understand that the request for a foreigner as the
next of kin is occassioned by the fact that the customer was a foreigner
and for that reason alone a local cannot represent as next of kin. When
you contact me, then we shall discuss on how the money will be split
between us and others we shall also speak in details.I am currently in
europe for a six months course,you can reach me on this number for further
discussion 0031 623 866 723.Kindly send your reply to my private email
address stated below mosesodig1@zwallet.com or mosesodiaka1@yahoo.com

Trusting to hear from you,

I remain Respectfully yours,

Mr Moses Odiaka.
(0031 623 866 723)

:I

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

CLICK [this message is spam]

DELETE.

☎ text message

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

☎ text message

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Yep.

Still, you could do some digging.

» voicemail

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

I'm going to assume you noticed that the barriers are coming down. Probably another funny trick but Cameron and I-- we think we're going to try it. You want to come through, I'll see you on the other side. You don't... I guess I'll see you anyway.

...Ball's on your desk.

text;

[thenormalsquint]

throw off a cliff after bashing with a rock first.

text;

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Then fire pit or a river?

✍ PICTURE MESSAGE

[adamantined]

[Don't ask how she got this number, but two images make their way to House's phone sometime in the early afternoon:

text;

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Good. You're okay but not worth getting arrested over.

voicemail;

[ofiodine.livejournal.com]

What's white and red and... no, that's about it.

~VOICEMAIL~

[mechanicalmice.livejournal.com]

Mary had a little sheep
With this sheep she went to sleep.
The sheep turned out to be a ram
And Mary had a little lamb!

☎ text

[dr_conscience]

[After receiving Chase's text, Wilson texts House at the same time as he replies to Chase.]

You okay? What's going on?

☎ text

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Rough day at the office.

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[thenormalsquint]

i want them back.

→ TEXT

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Disco? The Backstreet Boys? Baby back ribs?

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

→ ACCIDENTAL VIDEO ][ THE FIFTEENTH, LATE NIGHT

[worksmart.livejournal.com]

[The men's shower room at the city hospital is brightly lit and hot enough to cast steamy halos around the two water-slick men pressed into a corner of a stall. One, hair turned dark-blond under the spray, leans dizzily into the chest of the other: taller, closer cropped with lean muscle knotted down his forearms. It's Frankie Dalton, should you recognise him, and the man murmuring something soft and unintelligible to him through the spray is Princeton-Plainsboro's finest Aussie.

Carefully, Frankie folds an arm around Chase's shoulders and helps him to his knees. The video cuts out.]

→ PURPOSEFUL VIDEO RESPONSE ][ THE FIFTEENTH, LATE LATE NIGHT

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Reaching out to touch someone? You know there are policies in the hospital. Tiny print is such a turn off though, isn't it?

[ action ]

[neverplay]

[ There is a knock at your door, House. A loud, pounding knock on that heavy wood door that could rouse even the heaviest sleeper. And yes, Mindy knows you're home right now, just as she knows your phone number and your clinic hours and your full name.

Espionage is a specialty of hers, what can I say.

Garbed head to toe in full costume, she's here to bring you a present, not to initiate trouble. Tied in three sets of thick rope, one at his knees, another around his stomach and cinching his hands to his back, the third wrapping his shoulders, there lies James Wilson in the hallway. He's been knocked unconscious, but there's a gag tied around his head for good measure. Merry Christmas? ]

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I didn't order any pizza.

[risetwice.livejournal.com]

Peeta needs help.

Well, that's pretty usual. Katniss and Finnick both want to teach the baker to swim, and while Peeta really would like to learn, he doesn't know if his leg can handle it. It's just a matter of weight - his prosthetic is heavy, and it's full of complicated parts, and he doesn't know who else to go to. Maybe a doctor can tell him if his leg is water safe, or at least how to take care of it. For the past few months Peeta's care of his leg has mostly been keeping it clean and oiled when the joints in the 'ankle' and the knee get stiff.

So he's sitting in the clinic waiting room, his legs hanging off the end of the bed, waiting for the doctor.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

House comes into the room, he has a magazine in hand. He'll have to remember that that nurse is going to get a prescription for revenge. This room is not empty. Already he's noticed, so into the room he strolls and shuts the door.

"I'm Dr. House. You should start talking."

The sooner he's out, the sooner magazine time. Unless he's highly infectious. A man, a doctor, can dream. He eases himself to sit down on the chair with wheels. The cane taps across the floor idly.

✏ TEXT

[neverplay]

You have blue eyes.

✏ TEXT

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Yes. You're not colorblind. Congrats.

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[worksmart.livejournal.com]

going to need a couple of days.

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Two weeks then many days? That is an option.

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[dr_conscience]

where are you?

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[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Staying in.

You? Where is Dingo and Cuddles?

an empty face and empty bones;

[fatespoken]

Amory slips into House's office as if never meant to be seen. Identity hidden beneath the brim of a cap, he opens the door and enters the office discreetly, silence impressed upon his footsteps -- light and invisible. One could wonder if House has yet another vengeful patient on his hands, if Amory's inscrutability was not to fade as quickly as it began.

Stepping before his desk, Amory lays a hand on House's desk to catch his attention. That is, assuming his attention wasn't caught already.

"Dr. House," he says, hazel intercepting blue, "Can we talk?"

an empty face and empty bones;

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

As if he'll never be seen? Please. The room is framed with glass and curtains. The ruffle with the door opening, juust a little. House doesn't have spider sense but he gets the feeling that there's an intruder--visitor in his office.

Ah. This approach. Unfortunately when you're a person or rather doctor like House there are different modes of confrontation that you end up becoming familiar with. He is still reading, glasses on.

"I have a network device. So do you." Hence they could have been talking already. Except there's meaning to being sought out for a face to face discussion, even more so to come right into the cave of the dragon. He's working on the answer slowly as he turns the page. Let Amory speak more.

[fatespoken]

[ Setting a cigarette between his lips, Amory exhales a chestful of smoke into the exam room. A series of carefully formed gray rings float and dissipate into the air - a clear violation of hospital conduct. He's not that stupid to be ignorant of the Rules, but by the sweat forming from clammy fingers and the slow, repetitive tap of his boots, he's evidently that nervous.

Uncomfortable, at least

Amory has been waiting a long time. ]

Must take him at least 15 minutes to make it down the hallway. [ A pause, as he takes another drag. ] With that leg of his.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

[Another fifteen minutes pas and in he comes.]

Could be cancer.

[He says this before he even knows who the fuck he is talking to. Oh. A chart. Slurp slurp of his slurpee before picking it up. Still no eye contact.]

I assume you have shortness of breath, chest pain...

[Skim reading.]

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[dr_conscience]

We're going to have some company.

→ text

[vicodincrutch]

Why the text? A sock on the door is enough.

Action

[trenchknives]

[Jimmy makes his way over to the hospital, looking pained as he does when he walks any distance on that leg. As soon as he gets there, he sits down heavily.]

I'm lookin' for Dr. House.

Action

[vicodincrutch]

[He comes around eventually. The nurse sets up Jimmy in a room. She attempts to take his information down. House promptly, rudely, talks over the nurse enough for her to give up and leave.

Well. Here they are. If he had seen him then maybe he wouldn't have made such a willing arrangement.]

You found him.

[...why is his face familiar? Hmmm.]

[ text ][ backdated to shortly after chase's post

[as_damaged]

Bad curse. Going to get Chase to the hospital. Bldg 12.

Need help?

[ text ][ backdated to shortly after chase's post

[vicodincrutch]

His own personal meat wagon.

[Because he hasn't seen the network.]

Miraculously...no. Meet you there.