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March 22nd,
2008 8:13 pm
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Geez. Who'd thought? I'm away. And in away, I don't mean: Gone forever or: gone till monday. I think I won't be posting for a while, and I know I didn't write anything for quite a long while now, but at least you can be assured that I'm not dead yet, okay? I'm just facing some minor family issues, aka my-father-won't-let-me-sue-my-uncle. No big deal, I'll manage. I always do. But because of that, I don't know when I'm gonna be online again.
See you guys around.
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| Left, Part I |
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March 5th,
2008 8:04 pm
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A/N: God, I feel like crap. And I honestly think this is the worst ficlet I've ever written.
"Oh my, where the hell have you been?"
Her arms were around him in an instance, in a tight, warm embrance... and before he even had the chance to do as much as shut the door behind him.
But somehow, he didn't care. He didn't care that the whole clinic seemed to stop working to watch while his young, dynamic employee was hugging him so desperately that he was actually afraid to move.
"Breath", he gasped, feigning hurt when she eyed him with a certain confusion.
"I need to breath."
And she let go of him with a surprised, yet concerned look.
"Please. Don't even bother to check, I'm fine."
She shut her mouth again, even though she hadn't really said anything. His ability to read her was unnerving most of the time, but but now, it was plainly annoying. She wanted to scream at him, letting him feel just a small piece of her latest fear, but then again she wanted nothing more than to fling her arms around him and kiss him senseless.
At that thought, she came back to reality.
Oh, shit.
But what finally left her mouth were no declarations of any kind. It was simple.
"I didn't have anyone to make coffee for."
And then, upon the following silence:
"Did you... miss me?" The too was left unspoken, but it hung in the air all day and made her even more miserable than she already was.
There's more to this, equally as bad. Leave me your opinion if I should continue, will ya? I hate abadoning a story, but this one just sucks.
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February 20th,
2008 7:18 pm
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Okay, here's the deal: I picked out 15 of my favourite lyrics, and you'll have to guess which song. Whoever guesses a song right without using google wins an icon of their choice ;) Unfair, I know. But today I'm not even close to feeling better than yesterday, so I need some stuff to seriously cheer me up.
1. "But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved..."
2. "You’re crazy for believin’ you’ll ever leave the ground."
3. "What you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did."
4. "Along with lovers, fuggers, and thieves."
5. "My dreams are shattered don't you see, now you no longer care for me."
6. "I didn't know I was here... do you know my name?"
7. "Well, I'm near the end and I just ain't got the time."
8. "Someone tries to hide himself!"
9. "Try to forget who you are now, stare into space - watch the sky."
10."I'm handin' over everything that I've got."
11."And not to worry 'cause worry is wasteful."
12."She's doing so much harm, doing so much damage."
13. "And they dont hear the words you long to say..."
14. "I left you waiting, at the least could we be friends?"
15. "Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say ..."
Some of them are actually quite easy, don't worry.
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Meme from Abby [![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) abbytude] |
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February 20th,
2008 6:34 pm
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Snagged this lovely little meme from Abby... ten things starting with the letter "R". Comment and you'll also get one ;]
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1. Researches.
2. Running in the park on Monday mornings.
3. Recalling lines from lyrics.
4. Riding, 'specially bareback.
5. Risk.
6. Romantic dinner.
7. Rhythm.
8. Regular check-ups.
9. Rain in spring.
10. Roommate.
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| The End - open to RP for anyone |
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February 10th,
2008 8:11 pm
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The metal in her hand felt warm... not even close to cold and unforgiving. But she didn't let herself be fooled by the inviting possibility.
Too many before her had underestimated what was about to happen, and that with disastrous consequences... but she, Allison Cameron, wouldn't be the next one. She wouldn't make a mistake, under no circumstances, no matter what would await her.
It wasn't like her to get something wrong.
She always knew what she was doing – and she knew perfectly well what had to be done in order to end it all.
Still her fingers trembled as she touched the old and gradually worn piece of metal a second time. It could change so much.. if you did it right the first time, with enough bravery.
She hesitated only for a heartbeat – was she really able to do it? - but then the fleeting moment was gone and her hand closed completely around the door handle, opening it with a small thud.
“House? There's something I need to talk to you about...”
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