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Turned Sideways
Hawkeye - the man, the myth, the maverick 
3rd-Dec-2010 02:09 pm - The Parking Lot - Friday Morning
hawk is a smiling doctor
Hawkeye wasn't entirely sure how he knew that it was time to go home. It may have been the restlessness (though Crabapple Cove wouldn't cure that). It may have been the call that Potter was sick and being a stubborn old mule about his treatment. Who knew with these things? The reason didn't matter. What did matter was that Hawkeye's apartment was cleared out, his very short notice of quitting was left at the clinic for Martha and there was a letter in the Winchesters' mail box for Zoe.

"Where to?" the cabbie asked after Hawkeye got into the cab.

"That depends," Hawkeye replied. "What year is it?"

"How much have you had to drink?"

"Never, ever enough. Humor me."

"1960."

"How do you feel about a leisurely drive to Maine?"

The cab driver's expression turned skeptical. "I'll take you as far as Baltimore if you have the cash."

"It's a good start," Hawkeye conceded. "Onward, driver! To the north!"

They started off heading for Baltimore with Hawkeye settling down for a nap in the back seat. He didn't need to see the island disappear behind them to know it was gone.

[OOC: And Hawkeye is headed home. Twas a fun run for him!]
21st-Jul-2010 04:37 pm - Office Hours (Office #24) - Thursday
hawk is writing
Hawkeye was doing a crossword, as Hawkeyes do when they feel like intellectual stimulation without movement or a plot. On occasion, he would look over at the plant in the corner, which was looking much more healthy than it had last week. He was now half-convinced that it was sentient and annoyed at him for almost killing it.

The best way to win the plant over, Hawkeye decided, was to get it to help out with the crossword to make it feel needed.

"Forty-four down. 'Woman warden.' Six letters. Margaret doesn't fit."
15th-Jul-2010 03:57 pm - Office Hours (Office #24) - Thursday
hawk is playing poker
The gremlin was back. Hawkeye had fleeced him during their marathon poker session and he'd come back to demand a rematch at a different card game. Hawkeye knew it was only a matter of time before he was bitten and hilarity would ensue for everyone other than him. But the little guy, venom and all, was a good card player.

The gremlin tapped the desk 3 times.

"Do I have any threes?" Hawkeye asked, eliciting a nod from the gremlin. "Go fish."
8th-Jul-2010 10:04 pm - Office Hours (Office #24) - Thursday
hawk is passed out
Hawkeye had his workshop set for tomorrow and was all caught up on the crossword in the newspaper, but not on his sleep. That was why his feet were up on the desk, his chair tilted back and the good Doctor Pierce was snoozing with his head back.

The door was open though!
24th-Jun-2010 11:03 pm - Office Hours (Office #24) - Thursday
hawk is waving bye bye
There was no pavlova on Hawkeye's desk. As such, he was sulking, if one definition of 'sulking' was 'eating a bagel and reading the newspaper.' His feet were up on the desk next to his coffee, of course, and the door was open.

Don't mind the pile of scrunched up paper balls beside the coffee. Those were for throwing at anyone who happened to walk by his door.
hawk is mocking you
First Aid Syllabus - slightly different from Term 1Collapse )

Side note: despite the slight changes to the syllabus, this is still the same class as term one. If you sign up for it again this term, you're basically taking it over again.

RosterCollapse )
19th-Jun-2010 04:41 pm - Serenity Cove Beach, Saturday Morning
hawk is writing to dad
Hawkeye had a chair, an umbrella and a cooler. He was set until lunch time. He readjusted his arm to keep the paper he was writing on from flying away.

Dear DadCollapse )

[OOC: Could well be open if you're silly enough to be awake at this hour.]
17th-Jun-2010 02:49 pm - Office Hours (Office #24) - Thursday
hawk is watching contentedly
There were cupcakes on Hawkeye's desk when he arrived. There were half as many cupcakes by the time the first hour passed. By the end of the day, Hawkeye knew that there would be no more cupcakes. It was something he'd come to terms with.

If anyone stopped by, he was inclined to share if only to spare the stomach ache that would undoubtedly come tonight, but for now he was content to sit back in his chair, eat a cupcake and read a book.

[OOC: Cupcakes modded with permission.]
10th-Jun-2010 04:42 pm - Office Hours (Office #24) - Thursday
hawk is glancing at you
Hawkeye managed, at some point during the week, to procure a putter, several golf balls and one of those machines that returns the ball if you putt it at the right place.

The office wasn't large enough to be enough of a challenge, so the machine was out in the hallway against the far wall and that was where he was aiming (and not doing a fabulous job of it).

Mind the golf balls.
2nd-Jun-2010 07:09 pm - Office Hours - Wednesday
hawk is lounging
Hawkeye didn't like his new office. But office hours were a thing, and so here he was, dusting the empty shelves and singing loudly with the door open. His form of protest against office hours was doing all of this in Bermuda shorts and flippers. Old habits were hard to break.

He looked around the room. This place definitely needed to be turned into a putting green.
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