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Post by Adelaide "Adell" Peirce on Jan 7, 2009 7:23:34 GMT -5
It was an ordinary day in Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital, with which the passing of the Christmas Season and a New Year, was still decorated with the Yuletide Season accessories, with various garlands, mistletoes and Christmas lights strewn around the place.
The Lobby, which had been probably used for a party, still had that cozy, worn out feeling, similar to the feeling of an unmade bed that you forgot to fix, or you were just lazy to do it.
Patients coming and going through the double doors of the hospital hustled and bustled about the lobby, looking for their forms, waiting to be called, and watching out for the occasional doctor that would try to avoid his clinic duty, but it was what came through the said double doors that attracted attention to the general crowd, was a person, wrapped in cloth from head to foot, wearing a long white coat, dark pants and a white shirt underneath it all, along with a white cap and dark shades to match.
He, or maybe she walked into the hospital, bearing concealing clothes, and the fact that he had hidden himself made the other hospital goers quite wary of him.
’What if it’s a terrorist or a robber?’
‘Look at that weirdo, wearing all that on a day like this.’
(OOC: Don’t kill me if this is allowed! Dr. Chase told me I could do so! *hides behind Dr. Chase* And the timeline is after the New Year, so I don’t screw up your party. : ) )
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 7, 2009 13:32:31 GMT -5
(OOC: No worries. If anyone is to be yelled at, it's me. *Prepares for the chaos* Thanks for the comment though. Have fun. ^^)
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Post by Dr. Robert Chase on Jan 7, 2009 18:23:58 GMT -5
((ooc: *Hides* Don't hit me!))
Chase's day had been nothing new. He had a few patients, but it was slow. Then he went down for clinic duty. It wasn't the best thing to do, and in many ways he hated it, but it wasn't that bad. Some times it could be fun, or interesting. It was also slow in the clinic as well, though. That was why Cuddy had turned him loss early. They didn't need that many doctors and blindly she decided that he didn't have to work. He was just about ready to go maybe to the doctor's lounge, maybe got back to work. He wasn't quite sure, though. Entering the lobby he looked around quickly at it. It was more than a week past Christmas and yet everything was still up. He liked it, but it was kind of odd.
His mind was taken off track at the sight of strange looking man--or woman--walking by. People were staring and muttering things. Half of him wanted to just turn and go away, and the other half wanted to ask what he--she--wanted. Deciding that no harm could come of it, after all why would a terrorist or a robber walk into a hospital in New Jersey. And even better, why would he dress like that. Walking up to the strange fellow he said, "Can I help you...?" He was about to add Sir, or Ma'am, but in this case he wasn't sure of the gender, and had learned the hard way that it was a bad thing to call them by the wrong one.
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Post by Adelaide "Adell" Peirce on Jan 8, 2009 10:24:34 GMT -5
The man... or woman, almost made his way towards the counter of the Lobby, ignoring the murmurs and the stares of the other hospital goers, when someone stepped in front of him, and he had to stop in his tracks to avoid colliding with the man, his abrupt stop almost knocking the shades of his face, though he swiftly lifted his hand to push it up to the crook of his nose, or what was probably his nose, the idea quite vague due to the fact he was hidden under all that clothing.
He looked at the man, who looked like he was in his early thirties, and had a shock of blonde hair, and an almost angelic face to him, making him look quite trustworthy, though he knew otherwise. But then again... He was wearing a lab coat meaning he was a doctor, unless it was suddenly the latest trend in New Jersey and he did not know of it.
"I'm looking for a man named House? Doctor Gregory House?" a soft somewhat quite innocent voice of feminine nature said, more of a question than a statement. "Or someone who knows him perhaps? They said I would find him here in... This is Plainsboro-Princeton... Right? Or... Am I in the wrong hospital again?" he said, adding the last part with a nervous chuckle, as he started to fidget with her hands.
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Post by Dr. Robert Chase on Jan 8, 2009 17:37:46 GMT -5
Chase was almost taken a back when he heard that the thing under all the cloth was a female. He was shocked when he heard that she was looking for House. "House!" He exclaimed with out thinking. "Are you that sick? Whats under all this cloth anyway?" He asked in his cute Aussie accent. Realizing, though, that what he had said was rude he looked down, ashamed. Looking back to the girl he said, "No, you've got the right hospital. I used to work with Doctor House. Can I help you?" It seemed almost to late to try and make up for what he had said earlier, but then she couldn't be to surprised, she had walked into a hospital with no skin showing and asked for the best doctor in the US he was bond to be surprised like that.
He knew what she wanted, she was going to ask to see House. He just hoped that it wasn't something to bad, and that she was stronger than one might think. The person standing before him was much shorter and never skinny, and one might think that that meant she wasn't strong minded. Chase knew that wasn't true, after all Cameron was small and strong.
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Post by Adelaide "Adell" Peirce on Jan 8, 2009 20:53:52 GMT -5
The person started to chuckle at the man's attempt to be kind after that first off-hand comment. He seemed flustered and spoke in a wonderfully approachable Australian accent, and he was quite cute as well, though little crushes wasn't her purpose of visit here to New Jersey.
"If Dr. House is not busy, I just arrived here in New Jersey on a flight from France, because my agents said he was one of the best doctors I might be able to count on." she smiled, raising the gloved hand once more to her shades, removing them to reveal a pair of crimson red eyes. "I heard he could be on clinic duty today, and I was hoping for a check-up and the works. You have heard of Albinism and how terribly difficult it is, have you? Doctor?"
She smiled once more, putting her shades back on, and putting out her gloved hand.
"But where are my manners, if you are the man that will introduce me to Dr. House, I should at least let you know my name. I would be rude if I didn't." she chuckled. "It's Adelaide Peirce... But you can call me Adell."
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Post by Dr. Robert Chase on Jan 9, 2009 18:05:52 GMT -5
From France. Chase wasn't quite sure if she sounded French or not. It didn't matter, though. When she took off her sun glasses he was taken a back. They were bright red. At first he was worried but then his medical reasoning kicked in. It was only seconds later when she confessed that she had Albinism. It made sense. When she asked if he was familiar with it he nodded and though, 'Nystagmus, Strabismus, Refractive errors such as myopia or hyperopia, Photophobia, Foveal hypoplasia, Optic nerve hypoplasia, Abnormal decussation of the optic nerve fibers in the optic chiasm, and Amblyopia.' which were all the symptoms of it.
"Nice to meet you Adell. I'm Doctor Robert Chase." He said. "I think Doctor House is in there..." He continued. In truth he knew that House was in the Clinic, he had seen him, and even though they were over staffed for the day he was the one doctor Cuddy wasn't going to let leave. "..Follow me." He started toward the glass doors. Chase was very curious. He had no doubt that the girl had Albinism, but he also knew that there had to be something else wrong with her to make her come from France to New Jersey just to see House. He wasn't going to bring it up though. He would learn all about it in dew time.
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Post by Adelaide "Adell" Peirce on Jan 9, 2009 20:17:26 GMT -5
Adell nodded, following Dr. Chase, ignoring the continuous stares that the people gave her, shrugging them off.
"Nice place you got here... You think the Company might consider this to be the next... Yeah... Maybe I could ask them to flyover here for our next photo shoot... Might as well bring work with me as well..." she murmured to herself, crossing her arms, looking around at the Lobby every now and then, before turning back to Chase. "Do they allow cameras and video cams in here Dr. Chase? And maybe the staff could model as well? A hospital theme could be quite interesting. There's no rule about those here, right?" she spouted out, before realizing what she had said and put her hands to her mouth.
"Did I just say what I think I said?" she laughed, mostly to herself. "I'm really sorry Dr. Chase, just ignore what I said, okay? I just really get winded about things when I think of my job and all. They did pay for everything I need, and I at least needed to be grateful." she sighed, before patting herself on both cheeks, an imaginary blush creeping up on her pale face.
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Post by Dr. Robert Chase on Jan 11, 2009 11:14:41 GMT -5
Chase really didn't get this girl. She was covered head to toe with cloth claiming to have be a Albino here from France to see House. And now it turned out she was some sort of photographer. Not really listening to her wanting to ignore her last comments Chase said, "So you are a photographer? Do you always do strange scene, like a hospital?" He laughed a little, trying to make it into some sort of joke so she wouldn't be offended. "I think it would be a cool idea, as long as it didn't mess with the normal function." He smiled, and just then they entered the clinic. He took a quick glance around, not seeing House. "Okay..." Chase looked around for an empty exam room, which wasn't very hard. "Why don't you step into Exam room 7, and I'll grab Dr. House for you." He point to the door he was talking about.
Then he turned and looked around the room again, better this time. Still he didn't see House. That meant that he was in one of the smaller rooms, or he skipped out on his duties. Going to a nurse Chase asked where he could find him and was point to room 1. Knocking on the door before he opened it Chase entered the room, not quick sure what he was going to find....
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Post by Adelaide "Adell" Peirce on Jan 12, 2009 4:59:27 GMT -5
Adell entered the room Dr. Chase had pointed out to her, and easily jumped up on the examination table, sitting down, gripping the ledge firmly as she swung her legs back and forth, with a laugh. ”Oh, I’m not a photographer; I can’t even take decent pictures to save my life. I’m one of the company’s models.” she replied, looking around the room, spotting a few interesting trinkets lying on one of the shelves, which seemed to be full of medical apparatuses and other items. ”The company funds my medical bills, hands me over a scholarship, and buys me anything I want, as long as I stay with them, since as Manager quotes; “Chicks love the mysterious look” or “Everybody loves the helpless, innocent damsel in distress look”, or a few other things like those. I’m just glad I haven’t been defiled by some random fan or something of the nature.” she said, with a shrug and a roll of her eyes, as she jumped off the examination table, peeking at the articles on the assumed doctors table, as she continued to wait for Dr. Chase and Dr. House, and started to hum to herself.
’Cross my heart and hope to die.
Stick a needle in my eye.’
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 13, 2009 18:21:46 GMT -5
House had had his fill of clinic-duty excitement for today. Well, actually, he had had enough the moment he was forced into the clinic, but the situation with Nikole Ross had been the icing on the cake. Now that he had a case, that was all his mind could possibly process, but the effect of the prolonged process of actually admitting a patient had proven a weak, yet decent enough reason for Cuddy to send him back into the lions' den. It didn't exactly matter though. Just because she had put him in the clinic, didn't mean he actually was going to do anything productive. Well, in her opinion perhaps, considering that thinking about his patient's symptoms and catching up on "Prescription Passion" seemed productive in his eyes.
And that's what House did. He pulled up a chair, propped his feet up on another, snuck his mini-tv into the clinic room, and had himself a field day. It was a wonder that he could actually understand what was going on in his soap opera however. All those thoughts that actually had something to do with medicine were too busy whirling and thinking, waiting for something to click and make sense...
There was a click, but it wasn't the click he was looking for. No, that click was definitely not in the figurative sense. That was the looming, annoying click of someone turning that door handle. A silent groan and a roll of the eyes obviously struck Gregory, but he wasn't about to go down without a fight, whether it was the Wicked Witch herself or one of her flying monkeys. His hand immediately grabbed the remote and a finger slammed onto the volume button. The sound of a female voice rang loud enough to mimic the sound of a miserable patient as the distracted doctor turned his head to look at the door cracking open.
"With a patient!" he shouted as his finger hit the mute button to stop the voice of another actor from interfering. It wouldn't have helped him anyway though. The door still swung open and House still had to groan. Oh well, at least it was only Chase. He hit the button to unmute his show.
"If you have to come in, at least close the door and make it look good," he grumbled in his usual manner. His head turned back around to look at the glow of the screen as he kept his mouth shut for a moment. It was hard to tell whether he was waiting for Chase to talk or simply ignoring him completely so he could finish his show. The later did seem more likely.
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Post by Adelaide "Adell" Peirce on Jan 14, 2009 4:54:10 GMT -5
’Cross my heart and hope to die,
Stick a needle in my eye.’
She whispered under her breath, as she continued her eerie little chant, still waiting for Dr. Chase and Dr. House, or which ever one came first… If the man came at all, that is. From what she had heard, Dr. Gregory House was a bit eccentric… And she liked that. Eccentric was good.
Still looking at the doctor’s table, she soon enough spotted the magazine racks, immediately heading towards it and shuffling through the selection, before choosing an old comic book, walking back to the examination table, hoisting herself up, and sitting on top with her legs crossed, as she started to scan the comic book, sniffling a bit as a thin layer of dust rose into the air.
Scanning the comic book pages, she sat quietly, though she was not actually reading the thing, her eyes not going through the process of going back and forth, swimming across the page as one would usually do, and after a few minutes, continued the eerie chant once more.
’Cross my heart and hope to die,
Stick a needle in my eye.’
As she said those words, she lifted her hand, removing her glove promptly, revealing pale white skin, and raised her pinky finger into the air, but noticed something odd with it, the skin being a strange hue of blue, wondering and considering it for a bit, before slowly putting her glove back on, turning silent more than ever.
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Post by Dr. Robert Chase on Jan 14, 2009 17:41:14 GMT -5
Chase hadn't really known what to expect when entering the room. He heard the voice, but then it sounded a lot like one off a soap opera. He had heard enough of it in the years working with House to know it. But then maybe he was with a patient. He didn't care. Adell needed to speak with him and he was ready to fight the tiger if he had to. Walking into the room Chase shut the door and stood about a foot away from House. He wasn't sure if he was listening or not, but chances where that he was at least half listening and would interject when he heard something that interested him. Now the challenge was to do that.
"Female, about 20 years old. Short, almost kid like. Walked into the clinic covered head to toe in cloth, along with sun glasses. She has Albinism. Red eyes, white skin... well at least I assume so, so far she hasn't let anyone see her skin. And..." Hopefully the last would spark some interest, if he wasn't yet. "She came here from France just to see you for a check up." Hopefully the brilliant doctor would put the puzzle pieces together and decided to go see Adell. If he didn't he didn't know what he would to to get him into the exam room. Force him? Bribe him? That was something more for Foreman to do.
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Post by Dr. Gregory House on Jan 22, 2009 17:41:27 GMT -5
As soon as Chase spoke, there was a certain, subtle change in House's posture. The accent was more than enough to tip him off on the identity of the invader, so there was really no point for him to even glance over his shoulder. The slight shift however did enough to tip off a mixed feeling of annoyance that it was that particular person to have walked in and slight relief that it wasn't that particular woman who caught him. Despite all of that, Gregory reached casually for his drink that was resting on the examination table and continued on like he would have if it weren't for the interruption.
It was hard to tell, but the doctor was actually listening to the other as he rattled off a description. He drank nonchalantly as each word registered a certain way in his head. Female; Potentially interesting. Childlike; Not interesting. Albinism; Had potential. Came from France? House swallowed. Now that was something that had much more than a glimmer to it when it came to standing out. However, coming from France for a "check up" wasn't exactly a symptom, and thus wasn't the entire clincher.
"Huh," he simply said, his voice already mocking so early on. "Cool. But aren't we supposed to be more worried about those...," he pretended to search for the word. Just for the effect, he rested his chin on his palm. "What are they? Symptoms, right?" Now he bothered to turn his head to Chase to direct his sarcasm at its fullest extent. House honestly found it pretty annoying that this guy who knew him pretty well for a co-worker would just strut in, rattle off a description, and get away with leaving out the details. He spoke again after leaving plenty of room for his statements to register. This time, his voice was completely serious.
"If she asked for a 'check up', give her one. Come back to me when you actually have something I can work with if you find it so interesting," Without turning his head, he reverted his agitated gaze back to the television screen.
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Post by Adelaide "Adell" Peirce on Jan 25, 2009 3:55:00 GMT -5
Adell sighed, letting her thoughts drift off, as she continued to wait for the doctor, having waited for quite awhile right now.
”New Jersey?! Why are you going to New Jersey?!” panicked a man, with a shock of long silver hair, round glasses and violet eyes, a few years older than Adell, as he shook the said girl by the shoulders.
The girl laughed, prying both hands away from her. ”You’re overacting Faust-san. I’m just going to move to New Jersey for a few months. It’s no big deal.”
”And what’s this I hear about a Gregory guy? Is he your boyfriend?!” Faust said, prodding the girl some more, not intending to let her leave, as the girl had already packed her bags for the flight. ”Cause if he is, I need to know who he is. I can’t let you go running off with some… some… guy!”
”You’re overacting. He’s not my boyfriend.” Adell replied, rolling her eyes. ”He’s a doctor and…”
”I’m a doctor A-chan! I’m a doctor! I can just diagnose you here.” the man whined.
”You overact Faust. You care too much.” Adell sighed. ”I get a fever, you send me to the ER. I get a rash, ER. Headache, ER. If you stop sending me to the ER everytime you see something wrong, then we’ll talk, but now, I have to catch a plane.” she sighed, with a polite smile, before waving to the silver haired man.
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