Clinic Hours

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Lisa slinks into the Clinic. Her last three times here have been rather traumitizing, first she made psycho_jackass grow an abnormally large amount of body hair, then she was faced with the jackass new Clinic Security, and then a student who was passed out on the floor.

To keep her mind off of her troubles, she makes a new bulletin board.





Drinking rum can lead to BAD hangovers. If you aren't a pirate, try some clear liquors instead if you want to make it to class in the morning.


Satisfied, she sits at House's desk, sorts through the mail, and doodles out campaign posters on extra charts, waiting to see what will come into the clinic today.

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Angelus walks into the clinic with a small bundle held under one arm. Anyone looking out into the hallway prior to him walking through the clinic doors might have noticed him primping a bit. Outfit is black jeans, blue button-down shirt with the collar open to at least three buttons.

He walks in and looks around, trying to assess if Cuddy's there, if she's busy, and, if the answer to both is yes, where he could be out of the way until she's done.

[ooc: LOVE the graphic.]

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Lisa is sitting at the desk, staring at a piece of paper and tapping a pencil against it. She stands up to walk around and stretch her legs, staring out the window. The clinic is silent around her; there is no one else here at the moment.



[ooc: stolen from a google image search. heh]

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Seeing that she's not busy, Angelus steps up to the counter. He tries to catch her eye. "Hey."

[ooc: I admire your google-fu]

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Lisa turns around, and smiles, but it quickly slides off her face. She can't believe what Parker has told her about Angelus, but she's naturally a bit suspicious.

"Hi, how are you doing? Healed up okay?"

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"Doing better, yeah, thanks," he rubs his ribs where the bruising was to show how much better he's doing. Then, noticing the dimming of her look, his own face falls and he steps back. "I - I'm bugging you, right? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'll go."

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"No, no, of course you're not. I'm just a little stressed out, not your fault. Would you like to have a seat?"

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"Only if I'm not taking up any of your time," he said. "I don't want to get you into trouble."

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Barbossa walks past the poster, stops and reads it.

He throws back his head and laughs.

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Lisa chuckles at Barbossa, and grins.

"You know it's true! Cam and I barely got back to the dorms the other night, and I felt like my head was run over by a truck. Not that I was complaining at the time... of course. And I would probably do it again."

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"Ye just got to be used to it, is all," Barbossa says.

"Captain Morgan did drop off some of his best fer us, though, and no mistake. Normally it be watered down a bit."

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Alanna wanders into the clinic for her after school work and spots the poster that's been pinned up and laughs.

"Lisa, hey, nice picture!" She nods towards the guy she doesn't recognize and sits down out of the way.

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"Thanks. I figured it would be... topical."

Lisa smiles and then turns her attention back to Angelus.

CONT

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Lisa gave him a soft smile, and approached him slowly, putting her arms around his shoulders gently.

"You're a good guy. Don't let other people tell you different."

Re: CONT

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"Thanks, Lisa," he put one arm around her lightly, as though afraid she might break or run off if he tried anything more than that. "It means a lot that people here are willing to give me a second chance."

Re: CONT

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Everyone deserves a second chance. I'm glad I'm not the only person who is willing to give you one."

She pulled back just an inch to look in his eyes. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Re: CONT

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"You, Grissom, even Dr. House - it's been really great," he caught her looking at him. "I - uh - no. You're not. It's nice."

Re: CONT

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"Good... good."

She let her gaze linger on his face, looking in his eyes for any signs of pain, and seeing none she continued.

"Dr. House is a good man. I know it may seem like we don't get along sometimes, but I respect him a great deal. I'm glad he was able to help you; I'm glad I was able to help you."

Re: CONT

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"Me too," Angelus grinned. "And not just because I can move without feeling like I'm destroying my ribs. It's been nice to meet people. Good people. And hey, I got a chess partner out of it too." Angelus frowned, geniunely curious, "Do you think Dr. House cheats at chess?"

Re: CONT

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Lisa laughed, "Umm... he's certainly smart enough not to cheat, but I would recommend keeping your eyes on the board. One time, he tied my hand to a chair with surgical tubing to that he could beat me at Goldeneye. The fucker."

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"And moving past the double meanings possible in that comment - " he grinned at her. "So, if somebody wanted to see you in a different setting. You know, outside of a men's room, might there be a place for that? Like study hall, or the coffee shop in town?"

[lisacuddy.livejournal.com]

"I do occasionally leave the men's room...

Okay, this is where it gets unnaturally uncomfortable again because I'm bad with people. I'd love to hang out with you outside of the clinic, but don't you have a girlfriend? I mean, will she be mad? Maybe we could all go out together..."

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"Have a..." Angelus's mind rapidly cycled through the list of possible names he could be connected with. Buffy surely had to be out of the running. As did Belthazor. He decided to stick with non-specific truths until he could figure out where she was coming from. "Uh, no? I'm not dating anybody. Sort of, you know, being with some people but nothing serious. Not since... well I guess you could call it my last relationship. Why?"

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"Oh, okay. I just knew you had a date... to Homecoming. I just figured..."

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"Oh. Oh," Angelus did not have to fake the sudden dawning of understanding. "What? Faithy? Nah. We're friends. We go way back on our own dimension. She was saying she didn't have a date, she's got kind of a rep for being a bad girl, I was worried some of the more jerky guys might try to take advantage of that so I did the right thing and stepped in. But we're not - " he made a gesture to indicate 'together' " - or anything. She's like my little sister. Besides," he shrugged, ducking his head, "not like anybody else was going to go with me."

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"Oh, stop it. A man with such excellent taste in underwear like yourself..."

Lisa sighed, happy that he didn't think she was a total moron, or if he did he was keeping it to himself.

"I'm sorry to make an assumption like that."