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[neverplay]

When; During the Ark Curse; Shipwrecked
Rating; PG-13 (for language)
Characters; Gregory House (vicodincrutch ) & Mindy Macready (neverplays )
Summary; Maybe getting eaten by the whale would have been better.
Log;

[ Mindy Macready is a City girl right down to the bone. Dirty streets, questionable crowds, and the New York city rush are  her kind of atmosphere, not this, overgrown garden of sand, and more sand, and even more sand. Yes, there are trees and foliage fanning across the perimeter of the island, but none of that is inspiring for this minature superhero.

Her hair's wet from the unexpected dip in the sea water. Mindy's clothes are equally as soggy. Neither are positive additions for her mood, and certainly not the grumbling traveling companion she has trailing behind her this fine afternoon. Fifteen minutes into the trip back to the main wreckage, and Mindy was already debating what she could utilize for a makeshift gag. ]

"Want me to help you walk? You're kind of slowing us down, Dr. House."

Comments

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Sure. That's exactly what I mean.



Perfect.

[neverplay]

If you got something to say, say it. [ Crunch, crunch, crunch; the sand seems endless. She could spend the rest of the time in silence, but curiosity prevails. ] Not like we don't have time.

[ And then comes that audible crack. Mindy doesn't even have to take a guess-- what just occurred is too obvious.

House needs to lose weight. ]

I'll get you another one. Or you can let me hold you up.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You aren't good at hiding things. You're angry and there's no visible reason unless it's a smoke screen because you're just that vulnerable.



Make sure it's bigger, thicker too.

[neverplay]

Yeah, I'm angry. Forgot the part where we were just shipwrecked? [ Mindy huffs, trudging over to his right side where she forces his arm over her right shoulder, propping him up. ] Now I'm stuck with a douchebag.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Get a stick or I will.

[neverplay]

You wanna try, House? Go. Get it yourself. [ Frustration fuels this cruel streak, as she suddenly slides out from under him, leaving him there to support himself. ] Be quick or I'm leaving you behind.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

[neverplay]

[ Mindy doesn't make a show of his struggle, marching along without sparing a glance toward the older man. Her indifference is partially a sham, otherwise she'd be speeding toward to the wreckage at a run.

Leaves rustle against a windless afternoon, twigs snap and dried leaves crunch. ]

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

[neverplay]

[ A scene from a movie that would never include character archetypes like them. The cantankerous grump and the extraordinarily violent brat. They would be better suited for a parody.

But that's neither here no there, all prior concerns cast aside in favor of attention to the immediate. Leaves rustle, big deal. Leaves rustling on a still day? Even odder, which can only add to the equation of there's something not right.. Mindy's posture straightens up like a metal pole, moving her right hands to press firmly against her jean pocket. The leaves rustle again and Mindy feels the seconds come to a jolting halt.]

Stop moving.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

I wasn't moving much to begin with.

What now?

[neverplay]

[ A single beat displaces every ounce of pretense, as a sleek, black figure sweeps out from the bushes. It aims a single, taut strike at the doctor. Tumbling over to his side, Mindy shoves House out of the way, following this movement with a flash of her utility knife. The panther-like creature snarls and reveals a cavern of two rows of teeth; Mindy responds by hurling a knife into its next; a near-perfect shop, lodged in his neck a quarter of an inch from the jugular.

It's not down yet. ]

Stay down. [ Her forehead creases with a snarl. ] You're in our way, you piece of shit.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]