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[Penny Michaela Kendall]

Normally, Chase’s specific field of choice made Penny squeamish. But she was enjoying this little guessing game. “I think there are a few more requirements, proper titles aside,” she said, biting her lip. She didn’t know if that was true or not, she wasn’t in the know of how these things came to be, but she was sure there had to be more than just a title and a ton of good deeds done to become a saint or else anyone could become one. “But I like option three, if I get a vote,” she said, chuckling. How they managed to have this weird and crazy conversations every time they were together, Penny didn’t know. But she enjoyed them all the same and looked forward to finding out what they were going to talk about next when she knew she was meeting him somewhere; like this. Penny picked up her glass of water, leaning back against the chair and crossing her legs with a smirk on her face. “It’s not sass. It’s me giving you the opposition to your argument. Having a simple conversation wouldn’t be any fun, where would I get the chance to tease?” she asked before taking a quick sip from the glass. As she set the glass down she took a split second inventory. She was trying out a new stain and wanted to make sure it didn’t leave a mark on her glass. If it did, she would be tossing it, first chance.

Penny’s eyes widened as she choked out a laugh. She held her hand to her chest as if that would help the oxygen enter her body. “You were sixteen? I pictured a little like, twelve year old boy,” she admitted, laughing, amused at her own imaginings. Her brother hadn’t gone out of his way so much like that. He’d been there for her, helped her lose weight when they’d first moved, and she helped him with the different languages he took in school. Like everything else growing up, preparing for the Holidays, was something they sectioned off like chores. Each person had their jobs to do and complaining wouldn’t be accepted. If there was a text to study for, those chores were split between the other two, but that rarely happened. “I would love to see that,” she said, off in space imagining what it must have been like. Even walking past Chase’s family home, it would have been a sight to see; something to remember for a lifetime.

Penny shook her head, dismissing that idea immediately. “There’s no way you’re that sarcastic. You’d have to be like that all the time and your job is too important to you to mess it up like that,” she said matter-of-factly. She hadn’t known Chase long but it was obvious that his work meant a lot to him and he wouldn’t be about to do anything that would jeopardize that in any way. “Nice try, though, but I think I’m going to stick to my idea,” she said, teasing. At the waitress’ inquiry, Penny looked down at the closed menu. After she initially glanced at it, she’d gotten too into the conversation to actually look through it. She felt it was too warm for anything heavy, so she opted for a Caesar salad with grilled chicken.

Tag|| Chase!
Words|| 552
Clothes|| Taste of Summer
Music|| The Quiet by We the Kings
Notes|| <3 <3 <3[/size]

[Chase Logan McMahon]

He knew his field often made people shoot him an odd look from time to time, but the majority of people didn’t hear anything after doctor, assuming that he could be doing anything and it would be a worthwhile cause for anyone and everyone. Still, his knowledge did not spread to the making of saints or the list of characteristics most of them had. As far as he could remember, there were a few whose intentions and actions were a little questionable, especially Saint Valentine. “Do they even give out sainthoods anymore?”

[/color] He eyes, eyebrows furrowing together as an oddly confused expression crossed his face. It wasn’t like it broke the national news on a regular basis, but something like that would be nice to break up the abysmal actions around the world that made Chase wonder what happiness could even be. They never reported good things, just the bad, it seemed. “Option three might be a bit too science-y.”[/color] He mused, still wondering why this little game had carried on for so long. Raising one eyebrow and shooting her a look he usually reserved for the ramblings of his sisters when they tried to talk him into something, Chase shook his head. “See, you said it yourself; teasing. Teasing is a form of sass in my books.”[/color] He paused and shook his fingers through his hair habitually. “And, I’ll have you know that my patients enjoy simple conversations with me.”[/color] He added as an afterthought.

He looked up, slightly started at her sudden choked laughter. It took him a moment to realise what had caught her entirely off guard but then he smirked, softly shaking his head again as he sipped from his own water glass. “Okay, laugh it up, already. I loved playing big brother, what else can I say?”[/color] He held his arms out slightly, as though surrendering. He wasn’t ashamed to admit the things he had done to keep those two younger girls happy. He thought that it was maybe because of their adoption. It had never been a secret in their home or to anyone else and it made him feel closer to his sisters because they shared something that was stronger than a bond of blood. They were connected though abandonment and the loving McMahon’s who had taken them in when they were just babies; that kind of love was not repayable and the three of them knew just how lucky they were and they didn’t take a single thing for granted, especially each other. People might moan and groan about their own siblings, but Chase didn’t have a bad word to say about his.
Without thinking about the consequences of his words, his lips had moved and out had come the sentence his filter did not act to stop. “You should visit over the holidays. We still do it up trying to recapture our childhood.”[/color] If Penny, or any other girl, showed up at his parent’s house, his mother might just burst with excitement, regardless of what her son tried to tell her.

Chase was the kind of guy who could very well be married to his job in a few more years. Now he had the excuse to work hard, pull double shifts and pass out in the on call room from time to time when he was stationed down in the Emergency Room. He was a resident who wanted to get as much experience under his belt in the short time that he had left, but Chase knew that if someone didn’t give him a reason to focus on something other than his job then he would very well still be living his life like that when he was thirty. “Maybe you just haven’t given me a chance yet. Sarcasm is only effective in the right situation.”[/color] He said, as though it was a proven fact.
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TAGGED! Penny
WORDS! 686!
OUTFIT! Funk Rocker
LYRICS! Always - - - Panic At The Disco
NOTES! <3

[Penny Michaela Kendall]

Penny understood getting the odd looks at her career choices or educational choices. She wasn’t a doctor, never wanted to be. But her knowledge of languages got her just as many stares as she figured Chase got when people found out about his exact field. It had never bothered her since she could tell them off in at least a dozen different languages easily enough. Her knowledge was probably the only thing that people could talk about that had never gotten under her skin. Her weight, her teeth, her hair, there were plenty of other things that had gotten to her when she’d been little. Not so much anymore, she’d grown a thicker skin, with some help and now none of it bothered her. His question stumped her though. She didn’t know if they still did that. There were probably far too many sinners in the world now, even in the Catholic system. Her brows drew together as she thought about that. “You know, I really hadn’t a clue. I’ll write up a letter to the pope, we’ll find out,” she said, smirking.

She took his comment into consideration. But she still felt the last one was the best of the three. “True, but I’d think they would rather be too science-y over being too blah,” she said, wishing she could think of the word just at the tip of her tongue; but it refused to surface and there wasn’t much the multi-lingual brunette could do about that. Sometimes she just wasn’t articulate. Penny rolled her eyes at Chase, sighing deeply as if he were the one not getting with the program. “Your books need a second edition, an upgrade from the dated first copy,” she said, smiling sweetly. As sassy as Penny could be, she would rather use heavy sarcasm over sugary sweet sass, feeling there was a difference between the two. And being the only girl in the house growing up, if it wasn’t oozing sarcasm, there was usually something wrong. Thankfully, she’d grown up in the good house, and all the sarcasm was in good fun and didn’t mean a thing at the end of the day. “And half of your patients are at least eighty. I would know! I talk to half of them! All they want is an ear they can talk off, telling stories of their twenties!” she exclaimed laughing. The day she’d met Chase, she hadn’t been with one of his patients, she’d found out later, but she had spoken to a few unknowingly, and as far as she could tell, if the patient was under 16 and over 65 all they wanted to do was chat. "One lady wanted to try my shoes, once," she said, shaking her head at the memory.

Penny chuckled until the laughter finally subsided again. “Oh, I’m sorry. It’s just such a sweet thing to do for them,” she said and meant it. She was one of the guys growing up so when she asked Reilly to do something for her, more often than not, there was a pillow targeting her head within seconds. Still, she loved her older brother and would just about anything for him. Their sister was another story, and one the lot of them tried not to talk about any longer. Her dark eyes widened slightly, unsure how she was supposed to continue with that. They hadn’t known each other long, but the picture Chase created was just too wonderful to pass on. “I’d like that, sometime,” she said hesitantly, nodding. She really wanted to see that but she didn’t want to be a bother and interrupt a family tradition of some kind. Just because her family didn’t have anything like that, didn’t mean others didn’t.

Penny’s job meant a lot to her, too. But not quite the same level as Chase. If maybe, she was doing something with languages, it would be different, but she was managing timetables, work orders and payroll. Unless she was ordering from France, her knowledge was pretty much useless. Still, she had taken business for a reason, and at least she was putting those skills to good use. “Oh, really? And here I thought it was good for any situation,” she said drolly, refusing to smirk. She had a habit of using sarcasm at every chance available to her. A terrible habit she’d developed when she was younger to deal with the issues she’d once had. Reilly wasn’t always around to protect her from the hurtful words of children and eventually she built up a wall of falsities. It took her a long time, but eventually she finally started breaking that wall down brick by brick, because she didn’t need it anymore. She was still at it, even after all these years, but it was a slow process to work through.

Tag|| Chase!
Words|| 804
Clothes|| Taste of Summer
Music|| The Quiet by We the Kings
Notes|| <3 <3 <3[/size]

[Chase Logan McMahon]

Chase had always been a thoughtful kind of guy who spent time thinking about the weird and wonderful things that floated into his mind based on whatever was in the paper that day or on the radio when he was in the lab working through the test samples he had to run, normally on a daily basis. When he was with Penny, however, his thoughts became more erratic and he started contemplating things that didn’t even matter; like how someone became a saint. His thoughts were twisting down an even stranger route now as his eyebrows furrowed and he scratched his jawline, peering over at Penny with curious, dark eyes. “Do you reckon the pope gets fan mail, or something like that?”

[/color] He asked, as though Penny would know the answer to that.

He nodded, but then another thought came to mind. “Saints never really did anything really that related to their namesakes. If I ever became a saint it would probably have nothing to do with blood at all.”[/color] He said, sighing as though his hopes and dreams were finally dashed. Smirking, he clicked his fingers and shook his head. “You would think so, but it’s the first edition that everyone refers back to for the most credibility.”[/color] He said, acting as though he had just come out of a night session in the library, like he had done throughout his college days. Pretending to be offended at Penny’s words, Chase shot her a glare and shook his head, sighing dramatically for affect. “There’s so much you have yet to learn. The only reason you think most of my patients are over eighty is because they’re the ones you talk to, because they don’t have family left or they live out of the city. I actually treat people from paediatrics all the way up to the geriatrics; just because you don’t visit them doesn’t mean that they don’t exist.”[/color] He explained, childishly sticking his tongue out at her when he was finished. Half of the time he did favours for other doctors, but there were times that patients were referred to Chase or one of his colleagues if another department believed that their illness may affect their blood. “You should’ve told her about how they nearly left you head first into a laundry cart.”[/color] He said, innocently glancing out across the water as he finished.

Chuckling again, Chase shrugged it off as he sipped at his water again. “Well, I guess it’s just something that comes with being their big brother. Being adopted, we all worked a little harder, I think, to make it a real family.”[/color] He shrugged again as though it was no big deal, which to him it wasn’t. He hadn’t meant to freak her out with his suggestion, but this was one time when his social unawareness benefitted him, as he didn’t catch the wide eyes or the moment of panic that flooded through Penny. “Great. If you can get the time off, I’m heading home next for the fourth of July?”[/color] They didn’t have to make definite plans now, but it was in Chase’s nature to get all arrangements sorted out as soon as was possible; a trait instilled into him by his father.

He rolled his eyes when she did, already knowing the answer she was about to give, since this wasn’t the first time they’d had this conversation. “But if you use it all the time then it becomes less effective on the person you use it on. I mean, if you keep that up I’ll never be able to take you seriously and then this whole relationship would dissolve into nothing but casual hospital chit chat when we bumped into each other in an elevator.”[/color] He explained hypothetically, gesturing with his hands before reaching for his water again.
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TAGGED! Penny
WORDS! 679
OUTFIT! Funk Rocker
LYRICS! Always - - - Panic At The Disco
NOTES! <3

[Penny Michaela Kendall]

Penny only really had herself as a child. Reilly stuck around to hang out and stick up for her, but that wasn’t until after they moved from Indianapolis. Before that they’d all be a little too young to realize the significance of what was happening to her. But afterwards, she’d had her brother and a few friends. Eventually she gained more and slowly she put her childhood behind; it was just another memory from someone else’s life. None of her old friends would have ever had a conversation so odd though. It was another reason Penny enjoyed talking to Chase. With her oddities and his need to be logical, even the weirdest of conversations keep going, just to get every aspect of it in the open and debated over. “I would assume so. I don’t think he’d reply to them personally, he’s ancient, old hands and all crippled with arthritis. I mean he's got to be three hundred by now” she said, taking his question into serious consideration. Penny smiled, holding back the laughter. “Saint Chase, patron Saint of elder brothers, blood illnesses and teasing brunettes,” she said, unable to stop herself when a couple giggles escaped. “Because you can’t have just one!” she added, using the chip commercial slogan and laughing harder.

Rolling her eyes, Penny sighed. “Version two point oh, then, if you will. Not a revised copy of the original but a second chapter. Not any less credible,” she said, putting in a little effort to make a half decent argument. Penny leaned forward, pointing a finger in Chase’s direction, more to punctuate her words than anything else. “That’s not true! I talk to the kids, too! I’m sure at least a couple of them are your patients. The little ones ask me to talk to them in different languages. They like hearing they’re beautiful, pretty, handsome, smart and so, so brave. They only like to be entertained; they don’t want me to have an opinion on the picture of their late husband from back in the day,” she said, a faint smile ghosting across her lips. The older patients she spoke to wanted conversation, someone to push them around the grounds, and some just wanted to hear “the old country” again. Most of the time Penny could provide just that and other times she could only smile sadly and shake her head, telling them that she just wasn’t quite sure of her footing there. “Hey! First, not my fault! Second this was before the happy accident,” she said, grinning behind the water glass she lifted from the table. That woman had to have been in her late seventies! But she was amazing, acting as though she were still in her twenties, begging and pleading Penny to let her glide around the room with her walker in the skyscrapers. It had taken some time but Penny had talked her out of it, a tiny woman of five feet if she were lucky, not used to the height or the adjustments her body would have had to go through. “I did tell her about that though, afterwards. We still meet up for coffees. She tells people I’m the granddaughter she wished she had!” Penny said, happily. The woman, bless her, had only grandsons, and though a couple of them at least were married, apparently all the women were too shy to be themselves around the matriarch of the family; Penny obviously wasn’t like them at all.

All she could do was nod. She knew he was adopted, he didn’t keep it a secret and had even told her the very first time they’d actually had coffee and not the tea to calm her down. She remembered because it was the first time she’d heard of it and choked on the sip she’d been taking. They laughed about it, but at first it had caught her off guard but it didn’t matter if he was or not. That was a part of his past, just another piece of the puzzle that made Chase who he was. “It is a real family, Chase,” she said, shaking her head. In New York, her friends were her family. She didn’t have anyone in the city and relied on those friends to keep her sane; that was family to her. Penny’s dark eyes stayed wide listening to him making plans for July. She shook her head, pushing away the internal freak out starting to the bottom of the very long list. “I don’t see that being too big of a problem,” she said slowly, mentally working and reworking the schedule. It was enough notice that she could double up on managers during the shifts she was supposed to be there. “Let me know how long?” she asked, taking a sip of water to wet her drier than the desert throat. Giving herself a moment to regroup, Penny just shrugged. “That won’t happen. I’m too much of a nuisance to let the conversation get dull and boring,” she said, back to the teasing and light flirting she’d been trying with Chase.

Tag|| Chase!
Words|| 847
Clothes|| Taste of Summer
Music|| The Quiet by We the Kings
Notes|| <3 <3 <3[/size]

[Chase Logan McMahon]

Despite having his two sisters who Chase loved terribly, he still felt as though he had missed out on something. He knew he was adopted from the moment he was old enough to understand the concept of it, and since he loved his family and saw his parents as his real mom and dad, he didn’t quite understand what it was that left him incomplete. Sure, he was curious about his biological family, but not enough to track them down and he had never used the adoption card in fights or arguments during his teenage years with the McMahons. It was odd, but Chase always felt at a distance from reality and he often put that down to being adopted. It was difficult to explain and so he rarely did, but his growing friendship with Penny gave him someone to chat to who didn’t seem so bothered by the family status, his adopted status or the title of Doctor. It meant that he didn’t have to worry about his logical needs or obscure questions coming across as too much to bear, which had happened plenty of times in the past with women, even those who Chase intended to only ever be friends with. They all found him too unusual to stick by. “Three hundred? Really? The more time I spend with you the more I think exaggeration may actually be a medical condition.”

[/color] He teased, raising his eyebrows. Sipping at his water again, he shook his head, pursing his lips before he spoke again. “Seriously? That’s my title? I guess I’ll have to go and get some new business cards printed up again.”[/color] He shook his head, pretending the whole thing was a total inconvenience to him and his life.

Shaking his head more, Chase clicked his tongue loudly. “Version two point oh implies that there will be glitches and bugs and that’ll it take forever to get right. I’d rather just keep the original copy that works fine.”[/color] He said, nodding in agreement with himself and smirking across the table at Penny with a playful twinkle in his eyes. “I’m sure they love hearing exotic languages. And, you’re not expected to have to ruin their lives with opinions and harsh truths; that’s my job.”[/color] Just one day earlier, Chase had been forced to have one of the moments with an older patient where he had to medically advise her of the options she had left and it had turned into one of the situations where she wanted something different from what he was suggesting was the best form of treatment for her. He knew that these sorts of things were a losing battle, but he had fought his best before she yelled at him to leave the room. “Excuses, excuses. Those shoes have probably sent more people down to orthopaedics than they even care to confess to.”[/color] He said, chuckling to himself as he knew the amount of days where one of the specialists had carried a shoe into the break room with another look of ‘not again’ on their faces as they snatched a quick coffee before heading back to read x-rays and consult with their patients. “I bet she doesn’t want the shoes anymore though, right?”[/color] He said with a boyish smirk.

His adoption was no secret because Chase didn’t think it ought to be. Plus, with the position his father held in the capitol it was common knowledge from the start to the public and Chase had grown up in a world where everyone knew that not of the McMahon children were related to each other or their parents. Chase didn’t think it changed his way of life or his childhood, but then he had nothing else to compare it to. They had always lived in the same spacious house, explored luxury vacations and been raised in the same manner from their birth until they left home; and even then Chase knew there would be an angry phone call if they stepped out of line. “I know that.”[/color] He glanced down at the table and then shook his head, unable to explain what he really meant. “I can’t say what I’m trying to say. Forget it.”[/color] He smiled across at Penny to show her that it was no big deal. His smile widened as she agreed to come home with him. It wasn’t often he would show people his life in Washington, but he felt as though he had told Penny so many stories that it was high time she got the visual to accompany them. The only significant stories he hadn’t told her were how he came to break his leg the summer before college and the tale of the night he was rushed to the emergency room with a burst appendix; neither of them had been the kind of chit chat to have over coffee and lunch. “I’ve booked a week off work for it, but you don’t have to stay that long if you don’t want to. I’m just taking the chance to take the boat out and enjoy some of the things I don’t have here in NY.”[/color] He said with a small shrug. He did miss sailing, but there was little time at the moment for it anyway, so to pay for a boat and a space in the marina would be pretty much a waste unless he intended on living on it. He tilted his head to the side and paused for a moment as though he was in deep thought at what she had just said. “The nuisance part is right.”[/color] He said, hiding his smirk as the waitress brought their food over.
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TAGGED! Penny
WORDS! 986!
OUTFIT! Funk Rocker
LYRICS! Always - - - Panic At The Disco
NOTES! <3

[Penny Michaela Kendall]

Penny rolled her eyes. “Yes, well, he looks it,” she said, grinning. When she was younger she and Reilly used to play a game, just a silly little thing really, stupid even but it never failed to bring a smile to Penny’s face. They would see who could over exaggerate more. The game could go on for a good hour at least, one trying to outdo the other and win the round. Like everything else, it was just another thing she’d taken into adulthood. Penny laughing, “Yes, that is your title. Wear it with pride,” she said, as though she were giving him a great gift and he needed to use it wisely. “You could always just keep the ones you have, I mean; Sainthood doesn’t get bestowed until after death, right?” She asked before sipping her water.

“Are you ever going to let me win one? Just one, it’s all I ask for,” she said, huffing out a breath as though the whole thing simply annoyed her. Penny rolled her eyes. “I don’t honestly know how you do it,” she said, shaking her head. She wasn’t the biggest fan of blood, she’d rather avoid it if she could, but it didn’t make her faint or vomit either. Still, she didn’t know how Chase or any doctor did it. She didn’t have the heart to give anyone bad news. She couldn’t ever picture herself in his position. Penny laughed, “Probably! But it’s a small price to pay for feeling fantastic!” Every time Penny put on a pair of her stilettos, she felt empowered, ready to take on the world. She shook her head, grinning. “Actually, she still wants the shoes and I’m still not letting her have them,” Penny said, grinning. The older woman was amazing. A role model, even, that after all the problems she had, not allowing her to wear heels any longer, she still wanted them. And Penny suspected she had a pair or two hidden away in her closet that she wore about her house, but the young linguist wasn’t about to reprimand her when she didn’t know.

She couldn’t admit to understanding what Chase went through and felt about the adoption. She knew it wasn’t a big deal, she knew he didn’t take any moment of what he had for granted, but she couldn’t say for certain she knew what it was to be in his shoes about it all. Of course, the same could be said about her. He couldn’t understand her technical broken home, but he knew how she felt on the matter. Still she smiled, and nodded. “That feeling, I get,” she said, smirking. “And it’s forgotten,” she added, looking out over the water she’d been neglecting. The park was one of her favourite places, she’d seen so many different areas of the park, and still this sight from the boathouse was a first for her. She worked in a restaurant, she hardly enjoyed going out to them constantly. A treat now and then was alright, like this lunch, but Penny preferred to make her own meals or if she was in a rush, grab some quick thing like pizza slices or Chinese. Penny smiled, warming to the idea of spending a week with Chase in Washington, finally putting a proper place to all the stories she’d heard. “I will text you while I’m at work at some point this week to get the specific dates and work the schedule. A week away,” she started and stopped herself mid-thought, Chase’s words catching up to her. “You have a boat?” she asked, wracking her brain for a story involving a boat. He might have told her about it once or twice and it had just slipped her mind. She been on a boat before a few times, but she had a feeling the one she'd been on wouldn't compare to the one Chase's family owned. If she had a roll available to her, she would have honestly thrown it across the small space, aimed for Chase’s head. “Like it’s my worst trait,” she said, rolling her eyes. She knew she could be a pain in the ass, she was well aware of it. There were nearly twenty-five years of hearing it to know it had to be at least a little bit true.

Tag|| Chase!
Words|| 720
Clothes|| Taste of Summer
Music|| The Quiet by We the Kings
Notes|| <3 <3 <3[/size]

[Chase Logan McMahon]

Scoffing, Chase flicked his eyes up to look at Penny and smirked. “I’d like to see what you look like when you’re his age, whatever that may be.”

[/color] He said, shaking his head softly. His youngest sister always exaggerated like that and it use to drive her crazy whenever Chase would call her out on it and question what she was on about. He was far too literal at times, but with Penny he felt as though that only helped their strange conversations and budding friendship. “I think Doctor Chase McMahon is good for now since I have absolutely no plans on dying any time soon.”[/color] As a doctor, he knew that plans meant nothing when it came to life, but to think the opposite was not healthy. Some people got through their lives with no serious illnesses or complications and others struggled to make it into adulthood without frequent hospital trips. There was seriously no way of telling what the future might hold, but Chase didn’t like to dwell on that sort of thing.

“I don’t even let my sisters win one.”[/color] He chuckled, shaking his head in defiance. It was different, obviously, but Chase knew that the moment that they got one over on him that he would never hear the end of it for as long as they were all alive. His sisters were intelligent, but they didn’t have the same logical nit-picking trait that Chase had and they weren’t so worried about knowing every single detail, though Chase believed the latter came from his profession and the need to know everything to make an accurate diagnosis. There was nothing that annoyed him more than patients keeping information from him when it would prove vital to curing their condition. He shrugged softly and glanced across the water. “Someone has to do it.”[/color] It wasn’t the first time someone had said that to him. Chase, however, wasn’t the kind of guy to ramble on about how good it made him felt to get someone better again or how rewarding it was to receive Christmas cards from patients who might not have been in the hospital for some time but who were still grateful for everything. “I’d rather keep my ability to walk late into my golden years.”[/color] He teased, never growing tired of playfully taunting Penny about her footwear. “Tormenting little old ladies now are we? I’ll have to review your paperwork with the volunteer clerk and make a note of this.”[/color] He said, as though the matter was of a serious nature and could actually affect the hospital and everyone who Penny came into contact with.

This was what he enjoyed about chatting with Penny; she didn’t push for information or try to make him talk when he wasn’t interested. Chase had never really been able to explain what his adoption was like or how it made him felt, despite being so open about it. Some people couldn’t respect or understand that though and would press him for details he didn’t know how to give, nor did he want to give them. It wasn’t like it made him any different just because he didn’t know his birth parents. It didn’t mean that he was missing a vital piece of his soul or that he was contagious with some disease of unwanted. He let out a warm laugh, happy that Penny seemed to be looking forward to joining him in Washington. He hoped she didn’t read too much into it or think it was some serious family meeting, because it was nothing like that. Chase simply enjoyed spending time with her and wanted to show her the place he called home since they spoke about it so much. “No problem. I have it all written in my organiser.”[/color] He said, though he wouldn’t bombard her with the details now, even with the leather bound book tucked in his bag. “Well, it’s my dad’s, but I’ve sailed it since I was fifteen. It’s nothing too impressive, just a small sailing yacht of sorts.”[/color] He said with a shrug, not wanting her to make a big deal out of this. He widened his eyes playfully and breathed in a deep intake of air. “Ooh, don’t get me started.”[/color] He said sarcastically, teasing the brunette he was in the company of.
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TAGGED! Penny
WORDS! 763!
OUTFIT! Funk Rocker
LYRICS! Always - - - Panic At The Disco
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[Penny Michaela Kendall]

Penny shook her head. “I will look fantastic! And not a day over sixty when I’m eighty-ninety whatever,” she replied readily enough. She always had something to say and the day she was left speechless, really truly speechless would be a day for the history books; at least, in her house it would be. She’d always had something sarcastic, witty, even occasionally childish, and just to have something to say when she couldn’t think of a proper retaliating remark. “See! Plenty of time to use up all those cards you’ve had made!” Penny said, clapping her hands together as if they’d come to the perfect conclusion to a troubling situation. She was aware that you couldn’t exactly make plans like that; this wasn’t some sci-fi movie or book. They couldn’t just add time to their lives, but to think that at any minute you could kick the bucket wasn’t a way of living either. “We’ll just fill out the paperwork for sainthood in another fifty or sixty years, you know, to be prepared and all that,” she added, teasing.

Huffing out another breath, Penny crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, seemingly annoyed by the latest news. “They’re family. You’re not supposed to let them have one,” she said in her best annoyed voice, though she was far from it. She understood it really, whenever she got one over on her brother, she never let him live it down and danced around to a song she made up about beating him at something. “And I’m sure all of your patients are glad it’s you,” she said, smiling. Penny knew his job meant a lot to him and she could understand that. He was helping people get better, while she was balancing books and mixing drinks. Penny wanted a career she was proud of. She was happy to be where she was, but she wanted something that could put her knowledge to good use. “Don’t steal my shoes, or your sisters and you’ll be just fine!” she said, not so carefully concealing an empty threat. She shrugged lightly. “It is volunteer work; I don’t really need it to take up my time,” she said lightly, as though it hardly matter if she spent hours hanging around the hospital or not.

Growing up, Penny hadn’t wanted any questions about her weight or the controlled loss of it either. She and her brother had been careful about it all, and their father had helped as best he could, registering her for dance classes, sports teams and anything else to help motivate his daughter. Knowing what it was like to have people pry when she wanted anything but meant she knew when it was happening in others. Chase didn’t want people prying and Penny got that, so she never did. Besides that, if it were deemed important by him, he would tell her in his own good time. Like all things, there was a waiting game involved. And she had the patience to wait until he deemed it significant. Penny laughed, “Of course you do,” she said looking up at the young doctor. He was the most organized man Penny knew. “That’s pretty cool. I’ve only been a on a little, tiny fishing boat with my dad, his buddy and his daughter. They thought it would be a good idea to bring their daughters fishing,” Penny said making a face that said just how much she’d enjoyed the handful of trips. After the first trip out, her father had only taken her to keep his buddy’s daughter company. “The thing was barely big enough to sit all four of us,” she said laughing at the memories. Penny laughed, forking up a bit of her salad. “As if you’re one to talk,” she said, pointing her fork in his direction before eating what was there.

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[Chase Logan McMahon]

He laughed to himself and shook his head, propping his chin in his hand. “Mmhm, sure, and every woman out there will want to know which night cream you use.”

[/color] Chase was always amazed by how much faith women placed in their oils and ointments. There were patients who would send their husbands or children home with the sole purpose of bringing their toiletry collection back to the hospital. Never mind that they could have a life threatening disease or anything, so long as they weren’t going to look the age they pretended not to be in the first darn place. Chase simply didn’t understand it all. “I only hand them out to patients who are being discharged.”[/color] He said with a small shrug. Sometimes it helped them to speak to someone who knew all the details of their condition and the risk factors that might accompany it. It wasn’t often that any of them called Chase, but he preferred to offer them the reassurance, just in case they needed it at any point. “I have no idea why we’re even talking about all of this.”[/color] He said, shaking his head and laughing warmly.

Smirking across at her, Chase clicked his tongue and tilted his head as though in deep thought of something. “Yeah, but I have a feeling you’d never let it go either if I let you win.”[/color] He said, tapping his fingers on his chin as though he had suddenly worked everything out. This was the sort of game his sisters had spent years playing with him and Chase still had the upper hand at it, even now. He smiled in appreciation at her comment. It wasn’t always sunshine and happy endings, but nothing in life ever was. There really wasn’t anything more rewarding than hearing the thanks of a patient after a rough course of treatment. “You say that, but you know you’d miss it.”[/color] They may have only known each other a short while, but Chase knew that Penny loved volunteering at the hospital, even if she did have her ears chewed off by a lonely eighty year old who just needed a bit of company.

He pulled a face when she laughed, but shook it off relatively quickly. He didn’t think that Penny would ever grow bored of teasing him about being so organised. He smiled, listening to her telling the tale of the fishing boat, laughing softly at the face she pulled. “Well, there’s plenty of room on this thing. It’s got a little cabin too, so there’s room on deck and below.”[/color] It only held a small seating area and a few storage places. It was mainly where his father kept stuff cool when they went out on the waters or where they hung out if the weather became cooler all of a sudden. Most of the time, his mom and sisters would tan on the deck whilst Chase spent time with his dad at the helm. He picked up his burger and took a bite, his eyes dancing playfully at Penny’s remark. Politely, he waiting until he’d swallowed his food before he spoke again. “You have complaints, Miss Kendall?”[/color] He queried, raising his eyebrows at her.
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[Penny Michaela Kendall]

Penny hadn’t always looked as she did now, but she hadn’t used a ton of products to help her. It was mostly hard work, though she would admit to using a cleanser each morning and night. But for the most part, it wasn’t any special face cream or moisturizer that got her looking as she did. "I don't. Good genes,"

[/b] Penny said smirking as she waved a hand around her face. Good genes or not, she wasn’t the only one at the table that was going to look good well into retirement age. ”Those cards are going to waste then,” she said, smiling. If she had business cards, she wouldn’t just be handing them out to associates, in her case. They would be used for pretty much anything she could use them for. Of course, she didn’t have cards, nor did she think having them would be in the foreseeable future but still. Penny laughed, shaking from it. “If I had a clue how we manage to get into these off conversations, I would probably be rich,” She said, forcing herself to stop laughing. “That or a far more impressive shoe collection than the one I have!”

Penny’s grin was quick and wicked. ”I would eventually,” she said with a casual shrug. When she got one over on her brother she held it over his head for months or until the next time, whichever one came first. With Chase, she wasn’t sure how long she would wait before giving up the fun song and dance; though she guessed it wouldn’t be any quicker than her brother. Getting one was few and far between with him, getting one over on Chase would just be too good to let slide so soon afterwards. Penny nodded, agreeing easily. ”I would and it would be tragic for those elderly folk not to have someone to talk to when they have no family visits, but I will survive, filling my newly free time up with other things,” Penny said as though she already had a plan in place if such a thing were ever to happen. ”I’ll take up knitting and Greek has been calling my name lately,” she added, before sipping at her cool water. The last part was true, Greek was a language the young brunette hadn’t quite gotten the hang of yet, and she would love to spend more time engrossed in the language to learn it better, but unless she cut back on the hours spent at the hospital, she didn’t quite have the time yet; though she would make the time soon enough.

She had hated those finishing trips. There were other things she could have been doing. She had dance classes, martial arts and sports; not to mention the paintball game in the park she helped organize every summer. There had been so much to do, but since her father had asked, and hardly asked anything of her, she couldn’t say no. But that had been the only boat she’d ever been on and from that experience, unless it was a cruise she didn’t think she’d ever get aboard another; though with this invitation of Chase’s, it was seeming more likely she’d get a chance to revise her feelings on the floating vehicles. “So, no sharing a bench with pretty much a complete stranger? I am liking it already,” Penny said laughing. Smiling mischievously, Penny stabbed the salad sitting in front of her. ”Nope,” she said before putting her fork to her mouth. She smiled as innocently as she could before chewing the rabbit food she’d ordered as her father often called it.
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