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Thread: RP: House: Gasoline [ Horror_Show & manofyourdreams]

He knew he really had no choice but he already knew Cuddy was going to have her way. He did see this as if he was doing a favor on her so he already knew what he wanted and that's why he was playing a game with her. When she opened the door, he stepped out and stood in front of her. He wanted to walk away but her heels were in the way and he looked down, Ooo shiny ones. New pair? About time. He widen his eyes and nodded, trying to get on her nerves. Probably ...hmm? he said taking a pause, When you stop harassing me. He chuckled and looked at her, Well, she is old enough to make her own decisions and if she doesn't want to get treatment, I can't do anything. He teased her more, seeing it was working. What? Under my care. She almost hit me. I could sue her for trying to poke me with a needle. He looked at her, giving her a serious nod and before he could say anything, she was walking away, I will take this on, but one condition. No clinic hours for the rest of the week. He said and smiled at the nurse overlooking this drama, You heard her. Now find another doctor for the rest of the week. He said as he took a lollipop from the bucket on the counter before revisiting the patient again. He knocked at first and then shut it behind him, Okay, there's something seriously wrong with you. You reject my help at first and now you want me to be treated by me? I am not the right doctor for you...and yes, I am breaking up with you. He said as if breaking up with a guy...I am not the right guy for you and you will find someone better than me sort of crap.
Thread: RP: House: Gasoline [ Horror_Show & manofyourdreams]

The young female had already been at the hospital close to five hours from the moment she signed in, had to be in the waiting room, saw the nurse and first spoke with House. She was getting more anxious and anxious waiting, especially after she saw the head doctor and wanted the man who had been so arrogant before. Something about him made her want to be under his care, he was an asshole, but he was hiding, she didnt exactly know why but she trusted him. She looked up wide eyed, and watched him limp in. She could tell by how he moved, he was irritated. The door didnt even close before he started. Okay, there's something seriously wrong with you. You reject my help at first and now you want me to be treated by me? I am not the right doctor for you...and yes, I am breaking up with you. She stared at him quietly and looked a little caught off guard with his comments, she had been raped, beaten, all her dignity had been taken away and here he was addressing her like this. I didnt mean to upset you. I was out of line. She admitted, seeming to have a little bit of a European accent. You just dont want to be my doctor because you want me to see the psychiatrist and because your scared to treat me. She said putting a hand on her hip. Why dont you want to treat me anymore? She walked up to the lab table eyeing him. The fact was the man was a genius and he was hired at this hospital to be a diagnostic doctor. There was nothing to diagnose about this young woman, she was psychically healthy, mentally damaged and scarred, there was nothing challenging him and he wasnt the greatest with bedside manners, he was the type of person to cure someone from afar, making things happen like a god.
Thread: RP: House: Gasoline [ Horror_Show & manofyourdreams]

There was something unusual about the younger woman sitting on the table, waiting for him to enter. When he did, he went about telling her how it was rude of her and now she wants him to be her doctor. It was odd but then the oddest person was hosue so anything was really possible. He was blunt with his words and after spilling them, he simply waited for that to sink in. He knew the state she was in, a fragile one. Though, it seemed to matter to him very little. Well you did upset me and you were out of line. He said in response to her admittance. He shrugged her shoulders and shook his head as if he was shaking from being scared, Oh I am very scared. I am scared that you might just poke me with a needle next time I try and treat you. He looked right at her, watching her walk to where he was, How about you tell me why I should treat you? Do you really think I am the doctor who can help you because you obviously need a different kind of doctor, not a diagnostician. He said as he claimed his title, hoping to make it clear for her where they stood.
Thread: RP: House: Gasoline [ Horror_Show & manofyourdreams]

The girl leaned back eyeing him and was quiet as if analyzing him. She narrowed her eyes and let a hand comb back her messy matted strawberry blonde hair and sighed. I want you to treat me, if you dont want to thats fine but I am refusing treatment. She said grabbing her belongings. I apologized, I understand. She said seeming a little upset and went to head for the door until, right as her hand fell on the metal doorknob she looked down to see a cane blocking her from opening the door, she followed the cane to him holding it with a look and she tilted her head as if waiting for a reason why he would have stopped her.
Thread: RP: House: Gasoline [ Horror_Show & manofyourdreams]

House stood there watching the girl run her hand through her pretty hair. There was definitely something about her, something broker that needed fixing. He was all about puzzles because he, himself, was a broken toy. Along the years, hes developed this behavior, making everyone miserable around him. So, in other words, you are blackmailing me. He said and cocked his brows at him. He scoffed as she moved towards the door and he placed his cane between her and the door. When she looked into his face, Fine! he said and turned his back towards her before he walked over to the table where her chart was and started writing something as well as picked up a phone to call up the nurse outside. Admitting this patient under my care. Let me know once shes upstairs in the room. He said and turned around before walking to where she was, I hope youre happy. First thing you are getting is the medication. I will see you upstairs. He said before he filed out of the patient room. LATER THAT DAY Hed spend the rest of the day doing what he usually does. Throw the ball at the wall in his office. It wasnt until later he got a call from another nurse, asking what were the instructions on the patient. He simply told her that someone from his team would be up there soon. Paging Dr. Chase, he briefed him when he came to his office and told him to go visit the patient and administer the drug, then transfer the patient to psychiatry unit.
Thread: RP: House: Gasoline [ Horror_Show & manofyourdreams]

Chase got briefed but got the idea something was fishy about this case. He knew House wasnt the social type but the man despite being a hypocritical asshole had saved a plentiful of lives. He was dangerous and poisoning at times but his way made him able to help others without being directly involved. House made some smart ass comments about hopefully having her stabilized enough to leave before the week was over. Chase decided this time it was better not say something smart back and headed up to give the girl some medication to start curing her sexual transmitted disease. By the time he got up to her room the girl was dressed in scrubs, was hooked to an IV and looked over to him. Riley? Riley Wilson? He asked looking at his charts and saw her face, she didnt seem pleased. Yeah, thats me. She mumbled. He nodded and walked over to a tray getting ready to administer some medication. Im going to be giving you Olfoxacin, its an antibiotic, it will start treating the the infection. I can also prescribe some sedatives to help you get some rest if needed. Were going to have you transferred over to the psychiatric unit and get you comfortable. Chase said putting the syringe in her IV. So wheres House, isnt he my doctor or does he just send people to do his work with his patients? She asked seeming annoyed and Chase smiled, a smile that told her. Yeah, he has three direct doctors under his team, me and three others.he rarely interacts with his patients unless necessary. Chase said. Right. She said leaning her head back seeming annoyed. Your start psychically feeling better in a few days. the nurses will move you shortly to a more private comfortable room. Get some rest. He said.
Thread: RP: House: Gasoline [ Horror_Show & manofyourdreams]

House had done what had to be done to help treat the girl from ER. He didnt even recall her name by the end of the day. The case was solved. Cuddy wanted him to take her under his case, which he did and then got her to take the medicine, which Chase did for him. When he received a call from Chase, he informed her that he had successfully administered the dose of antibiotics and was heading home. Speaking of which, House also had a home to return to. He didnt take too long to put on his leather jacket and when he got to his bike, he put on his helmet. Careless, but he didnt want a ticket or a cop pulling him over. Once he was ready, he left to go home. The night was peaceful and no one bothered him. He did enjoy such nights from time to time. It allowed him to catch up on his sleep. Next day wasnt hectic and it was just matter of handling other patients that were under his case. He didnt need to check up on anyone but pass time at the hospital, especially since he was off of clinical hours. The rest of the day was also peaceful and it seemed like a waste of time. He troubled Wilson and convinced him to go to this monster truck event that was supposed to be late evening. They were set to leave after work, in the evening and it was about an hour left in the day. Taking a nap on his desk, he was comfortable and waiting for Wilson to come by so they can leave.
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Thread: Devil's Swing [ Bear & TheDormantDoorman ]

At the young age of twenty-one, you never expected to the forced to get your life right. You didn't think about things like religion or morality, didn't ponder about all of the things that could go wrong in your day to lead you to death. But yet here she was, lying on cool concrete as the distant walls of sirens started to grow near and the darkness at the edges of her vision pressed in Mickey hadn't expected this to happen, hadn't planned her own death. She didn't even think that something could happen to her. She had been overall a good person, a good girl. But lately her life had turned towards the party lifestyle. Each night a different man and each day a new hell to wake up to. She fended off the inevitable hangover with the best cure - a hot cup of coffee. But that hot cup of coffee lead to this - dying on a street and pinned down by her own vehicle. She had looked away for a moment, just a moment and then it had happened. Her car veered a little to the left. Just a little bit at just the right time and the impact had been disastrous. The seatbelt saved her from hitting the windshield but dkdnt help much when the vehicle titled and then rolled, skidding on its side to a rough stop. A piece of something had come through the glass and pierced her, a fatal wound And now she debated religion, staring at the last bits of light in her vision as everything else turned black. And then the lights were gone and she took her last breath on earth. For a few blessed moments, there was nothing. Darkness. Silence. No touch. No smell. The first thing was light - harsh and bright against her eyes, making her squint as she started to smell again. The stench was foul. Burning flesh and roasting brimstone, the belly of hell a hot and reeking mess. Her hand covered her mouth just before she started to feel. And the only thing she felt now was pain, hot and searing her as she was introduced into her new home. She choked, coughed, then uncovered her mouth and screamed. Screamed even though it was useless.
Thread: Devil's Swing [ Bear & TheDormantDoorman ]

He went by many names Lucifer, Satan, the Devil. None of these he'd actually given himself, but humans insisted using them. In the end, he grew to like 'the Devil'. There was something sinister, terror-inspiring about it, and he preferred that image they had of him. In reality he wasn't much different from what the humans thought he was, but the one thing they'd always gotten wrong was that he made them do bad or evil things. The truth was that humans did all those things of their own accord, and the only duty belonging to him was to punish those who performed those deeds. And this was where he did it--his office, his playground. He observed the vast, burning planes of hell from a hole in his tower, crafted of molten rock. He closed his snake-like eyes in pleasure as he listened to the screams and yells of all those unfortunate enough to find themselves here. Then, suddenly, in through the hole flew a tiny demon. It had bat wings and an enormous head in proportion to its skinny body. The Devil dodged out of the way, his hoofed feet clicking on the floor. Vincent! he thundered, what is the meaning of this? The little creature bounced around the room before stabilizing itself before its master. Very sorry, sir! Very sorry! But Vincent has information which Your Most Horrible Self might find pleasing! You--you don't mean about...? Yesh! Yesh! The Devil's expression softened almost instantaneously. A resemblance of a smile, a few sharp teeth showing, appeared on his bright-crimson face. He was a male, after all, and his favorite type of sinners were women. He took pleasure in torturing them in a wide manner of unthinkably vile ways. But he had been bored lately. He'd been craving young, slender meat, someone with a flaming red head of hair those just refused to die young. Therefore, it was music to his ears to hear Vincent say how someone like that had just landed down on the plane. Fetch me Belial and Orobas, the Devil said, let's go see this newcomer. The three descended down to the plane engulfed in hellfire, immune to the heat, even welcoming of it. Orobas was incredibly muscular and had a horse's head. Belial, on the other hand, could pass as a common, bearded human male. When the Devil caught her scent, he rushed in the direction where it came from, his demons in his stride. They found her screaming from the pain of her flesh being seared off, only to heal again. The Devil couldn't believe his eyes. She was just right. He snapped his fingers and the flames pulled away from her, and all of her wounds healed. Belial, Orobas, he told them, take her back to my personal torture cell. We're going to have some fun. The demons nodded in reply, and approached the naked girl before them.
Thread: Devil's Swing [ Bear & TheDormantDoorman ]

In hell there was no concept of time, not because of the lack of clocks but because seconds seemed to stretch into hours and minutes into years. She didn't know how long she suffered in the hell fire, didn't care either that it had been less than half an hour. It felt like a lifetime of her fatty tissue boiling beneath her skin only to rupture and sizzle down, her screams so agonized that her throat ached. Her hair would catch flame and devour her head and she lost her vision. Then everything was back - her skin once again flawless and hair lustrous but her body still burning, forever burning. At least, until He came. It was the only He that mattered in a place like this - the undisputed King of hell. Old Scratch himself. He was a handsome man, as far as that could be said, though he looked just as cartoons had always depicted him. Possibly by humans having glimpsed him eons ago, or by personal choice. And at his command, and his command only, the fires ceased. With the agony gone, she fought for breath through her heat and air tortured throat, her body healing itself as she gained back the oxygen she had lost. Mickey had barely gotten back to a state of normal when she heard his command, the two associates coming in close and grasping her by the arms. She struggled as much as anyone would, but it was a futile fight against them. This was hell, not a playhouse. And she was now the Devil's bitch.
Thread: Devil's Swing [ Bear & TheDormantDoorman ]

The Devil and his two minions made their way back to his tower over the burning landscape. They passed by many poor souls screaming for help, for death, for anything to set them free from their agony. They didn't even pay attention to the three abominations, clearly preoccupied with their own troubles. The girl thrashed her milky white legs around and struggled with all her might, but Belial and Orobas made short work of her efforts each time. Humans had always fascinated the Devil, most of all in their refusal to give up against all odds. But he liked watching her. The futility of her efforts would make the ultimate pleasure all the sweeter. They eventually reached his tower. He purposefully took the long way around, so she could see each of the individual torture cells. In reality there were countless, as the tower went infinitely underground, but he figured the sight of these few was enough. There were both men and women in them, bound and unbound, suffering mutilation, burning, rape, and countless other tortures at the hands of both male and female demons. Some were humanoid, others disfigured monsters. This is only a small taste of what we have in store for you, love, Belial whispered into the girl's ear, his steamy breath burning her flesh. When they finally reached the Devil's personal torture cell, they threw her on the floor, the blackness of which matched the rest of the room. The Devil snapped his fingers again and ropes of fire emerged from the ground and wrapped around her wrists, restraining and burning her. What's your name, sinner? he asked in a deep, thundering voice. He wasn't as fortunate as the Almighty to have the gift of omniscience.
Thread: Devil's Swing [ Bear & TheDormantDoorman ]

If Mickey had believed her situation was grim, she saw different now as she saw the different people she passed enduring different forms of torture in different stages. She watched in horror as she passed rape and torture, mutilation and humiliation. The demons were never the same shape either, most human in shape but others monstrosities that made her shudder. The whole time she was being dragged she never gave up the fight, no matter how futile of a fight it was. The room they finally took her to was devoid of color or light and seemed to be lit but unlit at the same time. It defies anything her logical brain could explain. At the corners of her vision she swore she could see the most unholy of things crawling on their bellies and wriggling up from the ground, but if she turned to face them they were gone. Her captors once again put her in chains, restricting her arms but not her legs. She kicked out at one of them, growling with her teeth bared like an animal. Fuck off, you cunt. It wasn't much compared to what else she had said in her life, but her brain wasn't working at full capacity. As Satan entered, he seemed to fill the room with his being. He demanded attention without speaking and he got it from the now grim-lipped girl. McKayla. I go by Mickey. she said, standing proud though there was nothing to be proud of. And you are Beelzebub.
Thread: Devil's Swing [ Bear & TheDormantDoorman ]

Hm, the Devil said when she answered in the defiant way that she did. His lips had the slightest suggestion of a frown. He snapped his hard, red, black-nailed fingers again and flames immediately engulfed the girl. It would be the same thing she'd been suffering for the last half-hour all over again. You call me that again, and I will hang you by your legs have these two slice you from cunt to brain. Again. And again. And again. Do I make myself clear? He turned around and walked a few steps away as she burned, his hooves clicking on the black stone. Well, do I?! The Devil suddenly snapped around. Oh, right... he feigned ignorance of the fire. His fingers clicked against each other again and at the same moment she was free from the flames. As she lay there, burned and powerless, her body healing itself back to normal, he approached her. He held her up in the air by her cheeks, his searing-hot flesh burning into her young skin. From now on and forevermore I am the Devil to you, and you're not McKayla or Mickey or whoever else. You're the Devil's whore. He then threw her against the cell wall. It was tempting to take her now. After all, he'd been lusting for something like this longer than he'd like to admit. But taking his time would been better satisfaction at the end. It's not like he didn't have eternity in front of him. His fingers snapped again and a rope of fire emerged from the ceiling and wrapped itself around her neck, lifting her up off the ground. Like everything in here, it burned into her skin and the tissue beneath. Now, then, the Devil said, let's try this again. Who am I, and who are you?
Thread: Devil's Swing [ Bear & TheDormantDoorman ]

She had fucked up. She knew it the moment that his lips started to frown, her body stiffening as she prepared for the worst. There was no preparing for hellfire, and she couldn't stop the screaming, though she did her best to. Her hands did their best to try and get the fire off of her, though the only thing that happened was her ending up scraping off layers and layers of burnt skin. Her hair had caught fire again and she felt the flames in her throat, the agony of it making her screams turn silent as it robbed her of all of her oxygen. The suffering didn't end until the beast turned around again and was reminded that she had still been burning, though the room smelled of cooked meat and sizzling fat now. With another snap of his fingers, the hellfire was gone and she sagged to the floor, gasping in the air the best she could through her tortured throat. Her skin was already healing itself slowly, stitching back together to allow her to be permitted to suffer far more injustices. If it wasn't for the fact that she had learned her lesson - in a way - then she wouldn't have heard his words. But she did, and she was now faced with a decision. Mickey let out a grunt as he tossed her back against the wall, rope burning and ensnaring her as it lifted her weakly from the ground. Her legs were trembling and she let out softer noises of pain, her jaw clenching tight. Mickey might have been defeated, but her spirit wasn't broken. She wasn't the type to be defeated so easily, and she wouldn't let her time in hell be known as the devil's whore without a proper fight. I am McKayla Ann White. And you are Lucifer, petulant fallen angel. She snapped, already flinching to prepare for what was sure to come.