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[orangetoughguy]

accidental audio | open to action at the hospital

[Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

Rrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiing.

This is a patient trying to get a nurse. He mutters.]

What the hell does it take...

[Said patient is now turning the device around and around in his hands. Funny looking phone, this.]

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this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[orangetoughguy]

Because Peter looks nothing like Cameron, he doesn't get the benefit of receiving Freddy's name. Of course it would be easy to just ask her for it but win some lose some. Nothing against Peter himself or anything. If their roles were reversed he'd understand, wouldn't he?

"Nice to meet you, Peter. You been here long," Freddy asks, referring to the hospital staff, not the location of the hospital. The latter he hasn't learned yet, might not learn until he gets out.

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

Peter, for the record, would not understand, but then, that's less about their roles being reversed and more a matter of requiring their personalities on the whole. He would never find himself in that position otherwise.

"A year and a half, more or less," he nods, aware that he means something other than what the man in the bed means, but that's fine. Let him find out. It's, in its own way, easier and simpler than trying to force-feed the change in scenery to him. All in all, he feels like he's the more forthcoming out of the two of them but this isn't unusual, and Peter doesn't read into it much, because from past experience, he knows assuming much of anything about anyone is just asking to be proved wrong sooner or later; probably sooner.

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[orangetoughguy]

"Long time," he remarks, still working the career angle because he has no reason to think otherwise. "You doin' somethin' on the side," asks the patient who may be overstepping boundaries in terms of personal intrusion when he is, as Peter notes, not as forthcoming.

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

"Helping at the Welcome Center," he ticks off one finger. "And part-time barista," another finger before he drops both hands to either arm of the chair. "Fills the hours fast," he explains in case this assortment of occupations and volunteer-work is a bit on the curious side, which in the actual world he comes from, he knows it likely would be even though there exist workaholics who probably do ten times as much. "There's something for just about everyone," he adds, the tone implying that he means this is relevant to Freddy even if the man doesn't know it yet.

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[orangetoughguy]

"Welcome Center?"

This he asks with what is undoubtedly some kind of snort. Where are they, Santa Monica? Beverly Hills? Shit's too kind to be anywhere near the center of LA. Not to mention most of the staff has been easy on the eyes, including the little Irish girl running back and forth. This guy, well, even Freddy can observe he's not exactly unattractive. What's more important is it seems they're in some part of the city that has 1) good Samaritans 2) a decent hospital 3) a well-meaning staff 4) some kind of welfare program in place. It's no place for a crook like Joe Cabot unless he wants to hide in plain sight. On second thought, it's exactly the kind of place he'd expect the man to send Larry to, you know, if he weren't dead. Shit, at least he thinks Joe's dead. Otherwise, whoever brought them here could very well be someone who wants to laud them as heroes, having knocked off a rival in a criminal game. It looks nice and he's sure Peter here, Cameron, the nurse, all of them are good people, but that doesn't make it safe.

"Glad you got it all worked out for yourself," he says to Peter, smiling. It's an honest smile.

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[justdoingmyjob.livejournal.com]

"Welcome Center." Statement rather than question, and it's an answer in that sense. Pretty much. Standing, he glances down at the man this time, a level stare for all that it's at a downward angle, as he measures all the things Freddy hasn't said and weighs them on some half-determined scale of nothing versus something.

"You will too, if you're here long enough," he says and heads for the door after a glance at the monitors. He doesn't waste time asking if Freddy needs anything else at the moment twice, instead pausing at the door to say, "Just so you know, the alert works fine. You just press it once." And he isn't all the way out the door as he leans in it instead, arms crossed, waiting for any kind of reply first.

this is the closest thing to disaster ... the kind of thing you laugh about after

[orangetoughguy]

That response draws his green eyes to narrow just slightly, not so much in suspicion as it is in surprise. Does Peter know more than he lets on? Interesting. That's one to watch out for, Freddy thinks to himself. He nods, letting his expression relax once again.

"Thanks. I'll exercise some restraint," he jokes, waving the device though he knows he's referring to the buzzer. "See you around, Peter," says the dirty blond. If they do, he'll have more reason to believe someone's keeping tabs on them.