fandom_clinic | Guard on Duty

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Guard on Duty

::the recently "hired" drug guard, none other than Coach Ash, has arrived at the clinic to start his volunteer work::

::again just addressing in general, not singling anyone out::

"Yo, where's my chair and coffee? The King is in, and he demands his throne and tribute."

::Ash wanders over to position himself to best protect the medical supply closet::

"This is the King's land now. No one goes through here except by royal decree!"

::Pulls out his cellphone, and orders a coffee from The Perkolater::

"Oh, and make sure to bring me some sugar, baby." ::he hangs up::

::wonders if he should've gotten a list from Doc House about which students were actually workers here::

::decides he'll just stop anyone and hopes they issue Work IDs at the clinic::

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Lisa slinks into the clinic, looking wary.

"Um, hi. Who are you?"

"Name's Ash, I'm the clinic's new watchdog. Doc House hired me yesterday to make sure nobody starts stealing drugs again."

::looks her up and down::

"You look nice and proffessional, so I'm gonna assume you work here. They issue work IDs here, right? If not, I'm gonna need a list of all the student workers... and a list on the ones I'll need to keep my eyes on."

"I'm a clinic staffer, yes. House hasn't issued us work IDs, I'll ask him about it the next time I see him, we're a little behind setting up the clinic with all the new students so it probably wasn't a priority.

I have a list of all the staffers... here it is. (http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=fandom_clinic) As for a list of students to keep an eye on, I wouldn't have any idea. You'll have to speak to House and the principal about that. I had a few incidents with several students, but I don't think they'll be a problem."

Thanks, baby, thanks. Get on the Doc about those IDs, they'll make it a helluva lot easier for me to identify people.

::looks around, and does not spot a comfortable chair...::

Look, I made a deal with the Doc about me having a comfy chair to sit in when I'm on duty, so, you run along and get one for me, okay baby? I don't want to stand here all day, and I don't hear anyone screaming so there can't be any medical emergency to run to... just come back with one A.S.A.P, alright sugar?

"Excuse me? Did you just call me sugar? Get your own damn chair, or think about it first next time."

Lisa is very put-off by this guy's mouth. Coming from House it is one thing, but she doesn't put up with random guys calling her baby. She scowls at him and crosses her arms across her chest.

::put off::

Geeze, honey, don't go getting all worked up on me. ::pause:: Fine, I'll get my own chair.

::stomps off, thinking And what did I do to fall into this private hell of women with too much spirit, huh? Why don't they all just hail to the King like good little sugar-babies?::

[ooc: I love how super-chauvinist Ash is trapped in a community with all these strong women characters... poor bastard is doomed!]

Lisa decides to hightail it out of the clinic. She'll make up the hours later in the week, because she does not want to deal with this guy right now.

[OOC: Hee, yeah he is. But it is great he is in the clinic, because House says exactly the same shit, he just gets away with it.]

Alanna comes into the clinic after her classes and sees someone she doesn't recognize. "Can I help you, sir?"

::sips his coffee, relaxing in his comfy chair, with the list of clinic staff in his other hand::

Hey, baby. No, I'm doing just fine... but if you're wanting into the drug storage, you better be on this list, or the King says no deal.

Alanna stared at Ash. "I don't need to get into the drug storage, right now. But I work here." She pauses for second. "And don't call me baby."

::Ash rolls his eyes. Great, another one::

Well I do too, isn't that just all just dandy. You got a name, sugar? Just want to double check my list, that's all...

[ooc: first mispost of the day. Blargh. sorry.]

"Yeah, Alanna Trebond. And add sugar on to the list of things you're not calling me."

Glares.

Alright, alright. ::checks his list, then sees the sword::

Well, you check out... but you want to tell me how you're not violating campus policy right now?

Alanna smirked. "I have permission from Principal Connor. Feel free to bother her yourself, I still like my head attached to my shoulders. Lightning won't go far from me."

::Huh... I wonder if I'd get in trouble if I just attached the chainsaw instead of the iron fist o' mine. I could argue it's part of me...::

I ain't gonna mess with Principal Connor more than I need to. ::sips his coffee, props up his feet::

Just know you gotta go through the King every time you want to access the drugs, got it? And you think about givin' me any lip about it, and we'll see what I can arrange about detention, baby.

Alanna's smile stretches knife point thin.

"Well, it's good to see you're capable of thought. And if you're the "King", I'd hate to see the royal fool." She walks over until she's standing an inch away from him. "And what did I say about calling me baby?"

::not flinching::

And what did I say about giving me lip, kid? Don't think that sword scares me. ::sets down his coffee, and raises his metal hand, and wiggles the fingers::

You ever have to cut off your own hand with a chainsaw? Don't try to act tough with me.

You don't like the way I talk, fine. I'll be do my best, but I can't guarantee I don't slip up on occassion.

::picks up his coffee, and sips::

Alanna's eyes flickered over to the hand. "I've seen worse." She replied casually and walked to the desk where she was working.

::rolls his eyes after Alanna walks off, and pulls out his cellphone::

Yo, Perkolater? It's Ash again. Look, who do I have to kill to get some rum in my next coffee, huh?

[ooc: Ash is so doomed here... this is great!]

Alanna began working on her homework, and discretly slipped a note for Lisa into the desk drawer.

"Lisa - Who's the pain at the front?"

((Yeah, he is. *grin* Do not piss the Alanna off.))

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