lobby art

allison cameron, m.d, immunologist. i like damaged people. { indie rp, timeline varies }

[prodigalchase]

                “No. No way, you’re jerking my chain                       and I’m no idiot to fall for it.” 

[lobbyart]

        Cameron stopped short with an easy insult pushing         at her lips in the form of a smug smirk. Too obvious.         "Fine," she relented, shrugging. "I'm lying and you're         a genius. But when that guy comes back to the clinic         asking for tips on approaching House because he's         sure they've both fallen madly in love with each other,         I'm calling you in for a consult." And with that, she         returned back to her coffee, smirking into the caffeine.

[lobbyart]

               She was sat at Dr. House’s desk, her eyes peering                through rounded glasses at a mess of files on the                table. She barely registered the person entering the                glass-encased office. Her gaze didn’t bother to lift.

                              “I’m sorry — if you’re here to yell at Dr.                                House, I’m not him. Try the cafeteria.”

[unitchief-blog]

      “—I’m alright, thank you for asking.” 

[lobbyart]

     "Are you sure? The clinic's right over this way, if there's something wrong..."

[eccentricschizo-blog]

               ”———Nice compliment. I’m fine, though.” 

[lobbyart]

        "----Sorry. God, I'm sorry, that came out wrong. Some people start hallucinating dreams after they're been up too long, apparently I hallucinate diseases. Just -- sorry."

[xholdontightx]

                                                   ❝I look like this chronically…❞

[lobbyart]

     "....Right. I'm sorry, really, I'm -- not running on a ton of sleep right now. Doesn't do much for my sense of manners."

[storybrookeswan]

"Well, yeah…you look…like…”

[lobbyart]

"No, you look... Um? I -- am I the one who's sick? What's going on here?"

[lobbyart]

                     "---- Are you okay? You look really sick."

[willowrosens-remade-deactivated]

House, this is God.

[lobbyart]

         "----I'm not sick. I'm fine."

[jugayism]

Good people are like candles; they burn themselves up to give others light

Turkish Proverb

[soprxno-blog]

meme; things I like to know about rp partners

I came up with this based on things I love to know about my roleplay partners! ;; Feel free to reblog and fill in your own answers-- or don't. Shh. Love me.

               FILL IN: 

I like to be called: Melly. My favorite color is: Champagne. Gender: Female. One thing you should know about me: If we talk a lot OOC, I'll probably start calling you 'b'. No idea what it stands for, but it is affectionate. One thing you should know about my muse: Cameron will probably fall in love with you if you have some kind of illness/physical disability. First language: English.

                 HIGHLIGHT:

Age range: under 13 | 14-17 | 18-22 | 23-25 | 26-29 | 30+ Am I okay with NSFW?: Yes | No | Sometimes  I have: one | more than one muse(s)  My favorite/most common thing to RP is: angst | fluff | smut | crack  OC friendly?: Yes | No | Depends RP blog: does | doesn’t contain OOC posts

[asocraticmethod]

He took the chips and pulled a small handful from the back, “You’re right— I came here because I couldn’t sleep and someone texted me at 2 am.” House brushed the chip seasoning that coated his hand onto his plaid flannel pants and shrugged, “I bring you food at 2 am and you’re criticizing my pajamas?" It took a great deal of effort to stifle the hint of laughter in his voice, "Ninja Turtles are saved for Friday nights," he said through the crunch of another chip, "Can’t wear them all time or they lose their power." House’s eyes shifted to his knee as she bumped into it and he readjusted himself slightly.

[lobbyart]

"You said to keep you updated! And I had a sudden stroke of genius," which he had promptly shut down, but that wasn't the point. Either way, she spoke through the bite of bagel that filled her smirking mouth. "Be glad I didn't call instead." After a hard swallow, her mouth gaped at him, though it picked up in the corners by her smile. "Mm -- I said they were nice! I was just expecting something ridiculous, like you actually coming here without pants on. Or the Ninja Turtles. Neither of which I'd put past you," she added with a playful gesture of her hand. Cameron scoffed a laugh into her coffee as she idly swung her legs back and forth. "Well, sorry I missed that. But, you're right, thank you for the food. I owe you one."

[asocraticmethod]

He pulled a stool over from a nearby workstation and sat down, “As long as I’m sleeping and you’re working you can call it whatever you want.” He scooted over to her and sat the bag of bagels in his lap, “I would have brought cream cheese but I didn’t want it to get confused with bird shit.”

[lobbyart]

"You did not come all the way here to sleep," she argued matter-of-factly, pursing her lips playfully around the chips she popped into her mouth. After another couple chips she traded the bag for the bagels in his lap. "Pft, probably a wise decision," she chuckled lightly, biting into the bagel as she sat on the counter beside the whirring centrifuge. "Mm, nice pajamas. I would've taken you for a Ninja Turtles-print kinda guy. You know, something ridiculous to break the ice," she quirked an amused brow at him, her foot lightly bumping into the knee on his good leg as she sipped at her mug of coffee.

[asocraticmethod]

"I come bearing chips." House said, pushing into the lab, "And bagels, for good measure." He was still in his pajamas but contrary to his texts, he was wearing pants.

[lobbyart]

Cameron turned away from the centrifuge and immediately chuckled at the sight he made. "-- Are we having a slumber party?" she shook her head, grinning with amusement as she plucked the bag of chips from his hand.

[custosxmorum]

"Because he was easy to shoot," she joked, "We met at a paintball match— I shot him." Stacy reflected on the memory; it had been the second round of the game and she barely got him from behind a small metal wall. It was just enough to bring her team in the lead, "He may be bitter…but he could be very sweet when he wanted." Maybe that part of him still existed—but as far as Stacy was concerned, she had personally cut it out of him, "Besides—I’m a lawyer, I like stubborn."

[lobbyart]

Cameron couldn't help but let a ghost of a smile linger over her lips. It seemed like a sweet memory. "He still can be," she said casually, her head tilting. Stacy seemed like a good thing for House. If Cameron couldn't heal him herself, surely the lawyer would be able to. "You'll probably need to hunt him down soon," she added with a smirk. "It's only a matter of time before he's in need of a lawyer, one who he isn't currently avoiding."

[asocraticmethod]

[ text ] What kind of bird?

[ text ] I can’t promise pants either.

[ text ] This will just be an adventure for both of us

[lobbyart]

[ text ] Parakeet.

[ text ] You're only sweetening the deal, House.

[asocraticmethod]

[ text ] Pull the samples out— we can run them anyways. No pets?

[ text ] Alright fine—but I’m not showering.

[lobbyart]

[ text ] A bird. I bagged it's stool, checked it's food, all of it.

[ text ] Deal.