[log] The Pit [open]

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Characters: Anyone participating in the Pit event.
Location: A room.
Date: Day 330
Summary: You wake up in a room.
Warnings: general warnings; potential for morbid/suicidal thoughts; note specific warnings in subject line, please!

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[thewarningafter]

[If House wanted to piss him off, he's succeeded admirably. There's blood rushing in Stephen's ears, the world hazy through the heat of his anger. It isn't coherent thought that makes Stephen curl his hand into a tighter fist and swing for House's jaw, throwing his weight forward and down into the blow.

Stephen is going to regret this for several reasons.]

cw: mention of suicide

[rubikscomplex]

[House does absolutely nothing to avoid it. A part of him has been looking for a simple, direct, tangible crack across the jaw ever since he'd helped Sherlock kill himself for their experiment. The pain is sharp and almost sweet. He knows what this is. He knows how this happened. This is real and it's right.

It also has the added benefit of hurting Stephen as much as him.

The doctor's head snaps to the side with the blow, and he slams against the wall before slumping to the ground in feinted unconscious. There's a tooth loose, and he can taste the coppery tang of blood in his mouth. He'll lay there for a moment and just enjoy any agonized cries from Stephen.]

[thewarningafter]

[He'll have plenty of them to enjoy. Stephen lets out a strangled howl as red-hot pain goes shooting up his arm, his hand seizing. His whole body curls around the injured limb in response to the pain; it's impossible for him to tell whether he's really shattered the bones of his hand or if it only feels that way. That he's apparently knocked House out doesn't even really register beyond the lack of interruption as he drops to his knees and breathes hard through his teeth, face contorted and little sounds of reverberating pain rasping from his throat.

Eventually the first wave of it passes and he'll open his eyes again, still clutching his hand against his front as he turns his gaze back on House, jaw tight and breathing ragged.]

[rubikscomplex]

[Since it seems like Stephen's not going for additional pummeling, House picks himself up, spitting out the tooth Stephen's punched out along with a good amount of blood. But here's the moment to really twist the knife. House is in pain, himself, but it's not agony. He's known pain so much worse than this at home and in Norfinbury. It's going to take a lot to beat the lamprey thing from the tablet just about chewing his face off.

The doctor reaches into his pocket and pulls out a bottle of pills. He pops the top and shakes out a pair, tossing them into his mouth and dry-swallowing before putting it away.]

I'd offer you some, but you're concerned about narcotics and all.

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen lets out a sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob -- and dives for the bottle with his less injured hand as House moves to put it away. He's going to hate himself later for how desperate he looks in this moment, but dignity has taken a back seat to need and spite.]

[rubikscomplex]

[Stephen will have to avoid a kick to get close to House. Whether the blow lands, the older doctor will move to scramble away, grabbing up his pack as he goes.]

Next time you think about stealing my crap, think about this, Strange. Stay down like a good boy, and we're even.

[thewarningafter]

[Mordo would be disappointed in how sloppy Stephen's efforts are -- House's kick catches him right in the solar plexus. Rage is enough to have him still clawing at House's clothes, pack, whatever he can reach as the other man scrambles away, but it's not enough to help him get a grip or stop him from collapsing to the floor, gasping for breath that won't come.

He's not proved adept at staying down like a good boy in the past, but right now he doesn't have much of a choice. Stephen's glare is murderous; it's clear from his expression that he doesn't share the opinion that this makes them even.]

[rubikscomplex]

[Glare daggers all you want, Stephen. House just moves away, putting a certain over-protective murder golem between himself and the good doctor. He's hoping Mary got all of the meds. He wants this to burn Stephen. He can find out what it's like to detox and then decide how he feels about it when someone says I want my meds back.]

[thewarningafter]

[Stephen's going to be on the floor for a while yet. He had his dose after waking up here this morning, so if it weren't for the renewed, throbbing pain in his hand he'd have been fine for a while. He knows full well what this is about and what fresh hell he's in for when it's his turn to detox.

Fucker. Stephen won't come after him again while they're here, and it's not entirely a lie when he tells himself it's because he's not sure he'd be able to resist the urge to throw House into the pit.]