#DelilahOMcLaineRP

[delilahfimclain]

@covairecitystarters || Open Starter

Location: The Rusty Nail Time: 6 pm or Later Open to: Anyone

The brunette had spent the first week in Covaire City moving into her new apartment, which still had no furniture, not even a bed. It wasn't cause she didn't have money saved, but simply cause she was nervous about what life would bring in this new city. So far, she had lived off Ramen packages and sandwiches from her first venture out when she arrived. What caused her to go out that night? She wasn't sure, but she found herself walking the streets of Covaire, following the GPS on her map to the nearest bar, The Rusty Nail. She felt, overdressed as she walked, noticing how her modest attire differed from most of those in the city.

Some were not discreet with the way they were staring, but she didn't seem too worried. By the time she reached the bar, it was as full as she expected, but it wasn't hard for her to squeeze into the bar. When she sat on an empty stool at the bar, she waved down a bartender. She sweet smile on her face as she ordered. "Could I get an Old Fashioned, please?" She wasn't sure if she'd stay past one drink, but she would just have to see where the night would take her.

Delilah had her drink in hand soon enough, starting herself a tab knowing she may stay awhile. Her eyes scanned the bar, looking at everyone inside, trying to guess what creature they could be. She found it harder to identify some rather than others but didn't seem interested in engaging herself in conversation. She could feel eyes on her, too many to keep track of, almost making her feel like prey in a sea of predators.

[delilahmclaine]

@covairecitystarters ~~ Open Starter for Power Stimulus Location: Near My Laundrette

The brunette hadn't been far from My Laundrette when she felt exhaustion grip hold of her body. She had been with Vincent, becoming his eyes, his mind seeing the people around them as Demons, including her. When she realized she couldn't be Vincent's eyes anymore, she asked him to leave her to walk the rest of the way on her own. She had waited until he was out of sight before she let herself collapse to the concrete, knowing she could no longer stay conscious on her own. There was no way for her to know how long she had been out, but she awoke to agonizing pain suddenly roaring through her wounds. It was a feeling she couldn't describe, as her eyes opened and she gasped.

Delilah groaned loudly sat up carefully, placing her hands on the fabric that was once her white coat and ripped it off her waist. The pain in her body slowly subsided as her once silver eyes turned back to their dark brown color, her hands slowly slipping her Scrub shirt up. Her tank top underneath followed the Scrub, revealing a scar where her wounds had once been underneath her dried blood. She wasn't sure why the healing had caused her such pain, never experiencing such a thing before. She didn't have time to linger on what had happened while she was out though, a silent noise nearby startling her.

She turned to the source as she stood quickly, a rock in her hand as if it were her signature weapon for the night. She glared in the direction of the approaching figure, expecting the worst. She held the rock tighter, cracking the poor thing on accident with her strength. Surprising herself as she let out a frustrated groan. 'This isn't the time to lose control of my abilities! God damn it!' The thought was short though as she opened her mouth to speak.

"Stop where you are! Identify yourself!"

[delilahfimclain]

Reply To @wolfknightpoe From: Here -

Delilah looked at him curiously as he mentioned not being awake, she didn't want to pry the poor man, but she couldn't help but want to know more. She thought for a moment, trying to find the correct set of words, but instead decided to play it safe and stick to answering his question. "Well, I don't have a specialty just yet. I'm still a third-year resident, but my plan is to either work in pediatrics or trauma. The way things are in this city though, I may have no choice but to turn to trauma. There aren't really a lot of kids around in the hospital. But I guess that's a good thing." She smiled at the thought because even though she was losing valuable life skills in performing surgery on children, it meant there were fewer innocent lives at risk. She then turned the conversation back to his therapy, her curiosity too much for her.

"I hope this isn't too intrusive, but what do you mean when you say you haven't been...'awake' for a month? Do you have a sleeping disorder or something?"

[delilahmclaine]

Start of Private Thread

Location: Inside My Laundrette ~ Elemental Stimulus @wolfknightpoe

The attacks never seemed to end, one after the other worst than the last. It left Delilah in a state of shock after a while, but only when she reached the city's well-known laundromat. As Israel had claimed, it was in fact a safe place, somewhere Delilah could collect her thoughts. After everything and everyone she had seen that night, she wasn't sure moving to this city was such a good idea. She had come here to get away from the chance of death, of being sacrificed as a means to save others. Instead, she had only been living in the city for two months, when an attack was placed on the city.

She didn't know much about what was going on, besides that the attack must have come from a city called Northern Lights. She was snapped out of her deep thoughts when people in the building gasped, their eyes on the glass doors. She stood up from her spot on the floor, stumbling forward to see the flames that licked the city with the latest attack. She was stunned like the others around her, the agonizing screams and howls of those outside having an effect on all of them. She shivered as she thought back to everyone she had seen that night, praying that they were safe from any harm. As they all stared, the flames dying out, she gasped as suddenly she pushed the doors open.

She was surprised to see Vincent's wolf walk towards the building, the burns on his body almost unbearable to see. She helped him inside without a word, escorting him to the farthest area from the doors. She wondered if he was still plagued by his mind, but he collapsed before she could find out. She wasn't sure what to do at first, her mind racing for ideas. Suddenly she asked if anyone had a blade, people looked hesitant, but someone gifted her a pocket knife. The blade was dulled out a bit, but that didn't matter as she brought it to her hand, and sliced it open.

She winced from the pain, but continued with her actions, turning to Vincent and shaking him slightly. She could hear his growl, clearly in pain from his intense burns. When he opened his eyes, she showed him her hand, hoping her voice would reach him. "Vincent...I need you to drink this. Please..." She shoved her hand near his fangs, biting her lip slightly as she also offered her arm. She hoped the smell of her blood provoked his wolf enough, wanting him to bite and heal.

"Bite me if you need to...Just please don't leave me. I...need you right now..." She hadn't even realized she had started crying, her hand shaking in front of him desperately.

[delilahfimclain]

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Delilah felt a sense of comfort knowing that Simon found her company welcoming, making her smile grow slightly as she moved some strands of hair out of her face. She felt a bit exposed without the mask, and she wasn't entirely sure why. She had never felt this way around people before, but maybe it was cause now she knew that these people could see her for what she truly was. She pushed the feeling down as his words hit her ears, making her realize he was right. Being glued to her work as much as she was, wasn't healthy, not in the slightest. She wasn't sure she could change the way she lived her life, as her only comfort has always been the hospitals and her patients.

"I know you're right...but part of me also knows that if I miss one moment, life could be lost cause I'm not there. It would..." She shook her head for a second as memories flooded it for just a moment, her smile dropping as she sighed. "I would do anything for my patients, even if it means sleeping on a cot in the hospital. I know it's not entirely the best, but it keeps them alive." She looked back up at Simon as she took a long sip of her drink. When she heard his offer, she smirked slightly at the context. She knew that he meant he would probably buy her something for her apartment, or even build it, given his large build and rough hands.

But, to any other stranger, those words may have been taken into an entirely different context. She couldn't help but giggle as she thought about it a bit more, resting a hand on his shoulder as she let him see her smirk. "I think that would be lovely, Simon. As long as you aren't just trying to make it more cozy, by getting into my pants." She joked, teasing him as she laughed aloud, making her snort lightly.

[delilahmclaine]

The brunette felt his face tense under the stroke of her thumb, noticing as he flinched as if her touch was fire to him. She had thankfully pulled her hand away from his face before she could discomfort him any further, a guilty look on her face as he explained touch was hard for him. She couldn't imagine what he had been put through to make him this way, but she doubted he would have time to explain at a time like this. She let him convey his emotions, listening as she found the words to use, knowing her touch couldn't comfort him. "It's okay. I think I may understand to an extent…I don't want to be alone either. I may need you as an anchor more than you need me." She was honest with her gentle words, giving him an encouraging smile.

Delilah nodded as Israel claimed he knew the way to a safe place, a frown on his face as he said it. Deacon must be someone important to him, and she wondered what must be on his mind right now. As he stood and ushered her to follow him, she nodded and stepped behind him, keeping an eye out for others who may need help as they walked. She hadn't been looking when he put his hand up, bumping into his back, intending to apologize when her ears felt as if they were being pierced by the intense noise. She winced as she stumbled back and put her hands on her ears, trying to block out the noise the best she could. It seemed impossible as she looked at Israel, seeing him claw at himself, gasping as she wondered how to assist him.

She heard growls fill the air around them, watching as Israel stumbled back into a wall. She uncovered her ears to reach for him, feeling concerned for him. "Israel! Are you okay!?" He seemed to be in pain, and Delilah wasn't sure what the exact cause was. She stepped back when he snarled, not expecting such a sound to come out of him. She saw him begin to approach her, backing up slowly as she felt fear take hold of her.

"Is-" She was cut off when he lunged, screeching as she fell back, slapping her back and head on the concrete. She groaned as her head began throbbing, his claws sinking into her sides as he loomed over her. Her vision blurred for a moment as she screamed the moment his teeth sunk right through the fabric of her work clothing and straight into her flesh. Her blood poured into his mouth as she kicked the man hard, unable to break his grip at first as she felt his chest rumble, almost like he was proud of his actions. "God damn it! Get off of me, you beast!"

She used her good hand to search her pocket, grasping tight on a pen as her fight or flight kicked in. She pulled her arm up and looked at Israel with guilt in her eyes, as she suddenly stabbed him in his shoulder. The moment he released her shoulder from his fangs, she quickly used her hands to push him, while her feet kicked his lower half. She used a bit too much force, but enough to push him off of her as she scrambled to her feet. She groaned aloud as she felt the pain of her wounds, trembling slightly as she looked around her for a moment. She realized the wolves around them were attacking people in broad daylight as if they were feral.

She realized that scream had affected some of the creatures around them, and that included the poor mute she had hoped to find refuge with. Now, she was on her own, left to fight him as if he was now her enemy. She didn't want to hurt him more than she already had, her vision clearing as she let her eyes take in her surroundings. Her eyes stopped on a gorgeous red car that seemed like it may have cost a lot. As soon as Israel flinches, her legs are already moving, her body moving as fast as she could to the car. She went to open the door and was surprised to find it unlocked, she debated on jumping in, but there was no key.

She suddenly ripped the door off the hinges, placing it in front of her like a shield, trembling as she groaned when her bad arm throbbed. "I'm sorry Israel! But you left me no choice!" With those words and his approaching figure, she ran forward and slammed it into him as hard as she can. Hoping to incapacitate him long enough for her to get out of the pack of wolves around them.

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The brunette removed her delicate touch from Israel’s wrist, her brown doe eyes now gazed at his as she saw some of the panics begin to fade. She gave him time, waiting patiently as she watched him come out of his haze the best he could. He opened his mouth as if he was trying to speak, but it seemed he couldn’t muster himself to do it, that’s when she noticed the surgical scar on his neck. Her eyes stared at it as he caught his breath, before turning to his hands as she watched them move. She had already picked up that he wasn’t deaf, and even if he hadn’t told her, she would have been able to guess from how neat the scar was on his neck. She was cut out of those thoughts as his hands struggled to help him communicate in his state.

Delilah looked back up at his face after he gave his name and explained his chest ached, watching him muster up a smile of gratitude. She reached her hand up slowly, slipping it onto his cheek gently as she tried to soothe him the best she could. "I know you must be scared…Trust me…I am horrified right now. But you are not alone, so just take a second to breathe alright.” She gave him a comforting smile, trying her best as a stranger to ease his panic and confusion. But how was she to do that when she didn’t truly know how, she could only depend on her instincts and hope she wasn’t pushing him away. She watched him sign more, frowning as she realized she may not be helping.

But then, he asked her to stay with him, as if she even thought of leaving him alone like this. Even if he was a stranger, he was still a person, and she wasn’t going to let someone die. “I’m not going anywhere Israel. You’re lucky you got stuck with a doctor in a time like this.” Her voice was reassuring as she let out a dry quiet laugh to soothe the tense mood. “You’re right. We gotta move. I overheard some of the doctors mention safe zones. I’m sure they aren’t far from here…” She gently caressed his cheek for a second, much like a sister would for a younger brother.

She moved her hand away to grab his arms to help him stand, hoping he was comforted enough to start moving. “If we stick together, I promise I will keep you alive. I saw the crowd head this way, so I think that’s where the safe zones are.”

Israel's body reacted almost involuntarily as Delilah's hand touched his wrist. A brief flinch betrayed his discomfort with the touch, a reflex ingrained deep within him. He had never been one to easily tolerate physical contact, his past experiences shaping his aversion. Yet, as her touch lingered and he saw the genuine concern in her eyes, a pang of regret flickered across his expression. It was an unfamiliar sensation, this conflict between his reflexive response and the soothing intent behind her gesture. He observed her keenly, watching as her eyes moved from his scarred neck to his hands, which struggled to convey his thoughts. The weight of her scrutiny made him both vulnerable and seen, a mix of emotions he couldn't quite decipher.

A grateful smile tugged at the corners of his lips, expressing the depths of his appreciation for her understanding. He felt her hand on his cheek, a gentle touch meant to soothe his frayed nerves. Though well-intentioned, the contact caused him to flinch, his discomfort evident. Quickly, his hands formed signs of apology, an attempt to convey his regret for his reaction. His reaction to Delilah's touch to his cheek is instinctive, a flinch that crosses his features before he can control it. His discomfort is evident in his tense body language, but as he gazes into her eyes, he feels a mixture of regret and gratitude. For someone who usually prefers solitude, her decision to stay by his side brings a subtle sense of relief. Sorry... touch is... hard... He signs vaguely, unsure of how else to express himself. I don’t know what to think or feel... I’m not scared... not for the same reasons as everyone at least... I’m unsure for... other reasons. I don’t know... I just don’t want to be alone...

Nodding in acknowledgment of her words, Israel's gaze briefly shifts to the surroundings, his mind recalling the laundromat as a place of refuge from the demonic onslaught. He knows the city's layout well, and he's willing to lead the way to safety. Deacon’s... it’s safe there... He muses with a frown, he silently wonders if the wolf is okay. Wherever he may be. As he gets up he can’t help back think back, his mind getting hung up on past memories. It’s this way. He ushers the Elysian doctor to follow him, his body alert and somewhat on edge as they walk. He turned to her, raising a hand to stop as he hears something in the distance, but then he grimaces in pain as an unbearable sound hits his ears. Panic clawed at his chest, an unfamiliar sensation that left him breathless. The thought of losing control rippling briefly through his mind.

‘What was happening?’ His heart pounded as daylight flooded his senses. Israel's mind raced, a thousand thoughts colliding like unruly torrents. His skin crawled, as if something beneath it sought escape. A strangled growl caught in his throat, a sound that seemed foreign yet familiar. He saw others fall, their bodies conorting and writhing on the pavement. 'Shifting... broad... daylight?' His thoughts fragmented, primal instincts clawing to the surface. He tried to shout, to reach out to Delilah, but his words silenced in his throat. He staggered back, his back hitting the cool wall of a building. His breaths came ragged, disjointed, as if he were drowning in his own mind. Fear surged through him, an electric current that burned away reason. His hands clenched into fists, nails digging into his palms. He felt his muscles tense, his body coiling like a predator about to pounce. 

Israel’s lips curled back in a snarl, baring his teeth. He wanted to understand, to hold onto his humanity, but it was slipping away, like sand through his fingers. He lurched forward, his body propelled by a force he couldn't comprehend. Delilah's figure loomed larger, her scent intoxicating, maddening. Every fiber of his being screamed for release, for a primal satisfaction that defied his human will. Teeth bared, his limbs moved on their own accord, his body advancing with murderous intent. His vision zeroed in on her, the world narrowing to a single point of focus. Time seemed to stretch as he neared her, his pulse a thunderous rhythm in his ears. 

The air trembled, a symphony of heartbeats and gasps filling his senses. He saw her eyes widen, her lips part in shock. He was so close, so close to quenching the unrelenting thirst that gripped him. He lunged with a savage intensity, teeth bared, jaws snapping shut around the fabric of Delilah's clothing and the soft flesh beneath. His jaws clamping down with a force that should have been impossible for a human. His teeth punctured her shoulder, and a growl of satisfaction rumbled silent in his throat. The taste of her blood, warm and metallic, flooded his senses, and it was as if he had become a creature born solely to hunt, to kill, to sate the brutal hunger that consumed him. Pain, both his and hers, was a distant sensation, an afterthought in the symphony of sensations that consumed him. The scent of her fear and the rhythmic thud of her racing heart were a siren's call to the primal predator within.

He was trapped within his own mind, a helpless spectator to the darkness that consumed his actions. And in the midst of the chaos, a fragment of his humanity wept, a voice that screamed in protest against the violence he was inflicting. But it was a whisper in a storm, a fading ember in the face of the roaring inferno. He was a creature of impulse, of raw instinct, a predator driven by a primal hunger that knew no reason.

[delilahmclaine]

Location: Make Shift Medical Center When: A Few Days After The War @nore-lacroix

The days had passed too slowly for the Medical Staff, long shifts being passed back and forth between them to make up for those they lost. Delilah had barely gotten a wink of sleep in the past three days, picking up simple cases to avoid her Psych Eval. She didn't need some shrink to tell her that she couldn't handle being in surgery for a while. She knew she wasn't ready, but having it on paper only made it feel like a halt to her career. She sighed at the thoughts, shaking them away as she reminded herself she had a patient to attend to. Her eyes drifted to the paperwork, relieved that she wouldn't be treating another wolf, guilt settling into her stomach at the relief.

But as she walked in and glanced at Nore, she put on her signature smile, hoping to brighten the mood. "Well, hello, Ms. Lacroix. I'm Dr. Mclaine, and I will be checking on you today. If you'd prefer, you could call me Delilah or Dr. Angel. Either is fine with me." She looks at Nore's vitals, her hand moving to write down the necessary information as she did her minor check-up. With a thoughtful expression and a hard look at her chart, she turned to Nore. "How would you feel about going on a stroll? I may not get you walking today, but I think a good roll around would be fun."

[delilahmclaine]

The Titan's War

I. Core: Delilah had been leaving the hospital before the bomb hit, finishing her shift for the day. She had been lucky, having enough time to be far away, when the deafening sound of someone yelling hit her ears. She turned back right as the ground trembled below her feet, and the sound of the building crumbling echoed into her ears. She couldn't stop herself from running toward the Medical Center, seeking around for anyone who didn't have assistance when she saw Israel standing there, frozen in place. Her legs seemed to move on their own as she gripped Israel's arm, pulling him through the crowds even as he stumbled behind her. It reminded her of that day, the day she had become an Elysian when the demons were trying to take control of her hometown. The only difference between then and now was she wasn't in the building playing the hero. She shook her head, erasing the panic from her body long enough to see Israel turn to look at her as they safely broke out of the crowd. He opened his mouth as if he was trying to speak, but it seemed he couldn't muster himself to do it due to a physical ailment, using his hands to communicate with her. Both agreed to leave their location, hoping to head to Deacon's Place, a laundromat in town. However, the two had been distracted by an ear-piercing scream that neither of them had to block out, everyone holding their ears as if the noise would stop.

II. Control - Part 1: Delilah heard growls in the air around them, watching as Israel stumbled back into a wall, worry filling her gut as she reached out for him. "Israel! Are you okay!?" She stepped back when he snarled, watching as he approached her menacingly, almost like a feral beast. She backed up slowly as she felt fear take hold of her, his snarl startling her as she was about to call out his name. She screeched as she fell back, slapping her back and head on the concrete, groaning as her head began to throb. His claws sank into her sides as he loomed over her, her vision blurring as tears filled her eyes. She screeched the moment his teeth sunk right through the fabric of her work clothing and straight into her flesh, her blood pouring into his mouth as she kicked the man hard. She was unable to break his grip for a while as she felt his chest rumble, almost like he was proud of his actions. "God damn it! Get off of me, you beast!" She rummaged through her pockets from underneath him, grasping tightly onto a pen as a look of guilt flashed in her eyes. She didn't hesitate, as her fight kicked in, and she stabbed him in the shoulder with the pen. She kicked him off and scrambled to her feet, realization hitting her as growls filled the air around them. The sound affected the creatures around them, including the poor mute she had hoped to find refuge with. Now, she was on her own, left to fight him as if he was now her enemy, her vision clearing as her eyes scanned her surroundings. Her brown eyes stopped on a red car, picking it as her next objective, Israel flinched and her legs moved before he could catch her. Her body moved as fast as it could to the car, opening the surprisingly unlocked door. She didn't enter the vehicle, however, as she chose to rip the car door off of its hinges, holding it in front of her with both hands. Her right shoulder throbbed in pain, making her groan as he approached her, the door hitting him a few times before she could incapacitate him long enough for her to get away.

II. Control - Part 2: Delilah halted her running to look behind her, doubting Israel had chased her after the fight between them. But her hopes had been dashed when she heard a growl nearby, tears streaming down her face, as she turned to the source of the sound. She was surprised to see a whimpering earth mage nearby, pushing past her own terror as she saw a wolf approach the young mage. Her instincts kicked in, causing her to stumble toward them, bending down to the ground to pick up a rock with her left hand. She pulled her arm back and aimed for the wolf before she could stop herself, the stone smacking the beast straight in the head. "Come on! Don't you want a real challenge!? Come get me!" The brunette picked up another rock with her right hand, her body trembling as her shoulder throbbed. Despite the pain, she tossed another stone, the rock cracking on the concrete between her and the wolf. The moment she saw movement, she ran, successfully distancing the creature from its victim. Her eyes turned back to see if the wolf had taken the bait as she turned on her heel, ready to face the wolf head-on. "Hey! Over here!" She was shocked when she felt a sense of familiarity as the wolf mentioned her name. The way the voice called her name, caused her to take a deep breath in, as she identified the wolf as none other than... "Vincent? Vincent…It's me, Delilah…" Vincent leaped from atop the car, his slow approach making her nervous, especially as he began to pace in front of her. He did this for a while as if trying to convince himself his eyes were, in fact, deceiving him, at least when it came to Delilah. He had asked her about the first time they met, demanding she answer correctly or he would snap her neck. She answered honestly, despite the throbbing pain in her head, due to her Photographic Memory. He finally knew she could be trusted, and let her climb atop his back, and take the lead as his eyes. Her once-white coat stained with blood, was tied around her waist as tightly as she could to halt the bleeding of her wounds.

III. Senses: Delilah wasn't sure how much time passed by the time Vincent informed her they were close, her mind groggy. There had yet to be another attack, but both were sure it was to come. Her blood was staining the back of Vincent's fur as she kept her hold on him. She could see the building when she had asked him to stop, claiming she could walk the rest of the way. He didn't seem to trust her words, but when she claimed she saw people inside he had no choice but to leave. She knew his mind was still conflicted, and he couldn't get close to people who may think him an enemy. She watched his figure run out of sight before she collapsed to the ground unconscious and unable to go on for the time being. She didn't even notice as another attack hit the city, her eyes closed and her body shutting down temporarily.

IV. Power: It seemed the second attack had a much stronger effect on the brunette than she could have anticipated, that loud scream leaving her unable to heal, causing her to fall unconscious shortly before the third attack. There was no way for Delilah to know how long she had been out, but she awoke shortly after the fourth assault had finished, agonizing pain suddenly roaring through her wounds. She groaned, sitting up carefully, and placing her hands on the fabric of her white coat that she had tied around her waist. There was a loud ripping sound as she tore the fabric in half, her silver eyes dulling back to their natural brown, as the pain in her body slowly subsided. Her hands slowly slipped her scrub shirt up, her tank top underneath following along with it. She gasped when she noticed the scars left behind on her waist, wondering why they hadn't healed to their full extent. She wasn't sure why the healing had caused her such pain, never experienced such a thing before. She didn't have time to linger on what had happened while she was out though, as she stood quickly. She had made her way to My Laundrette, being let in by the staff and those hiding inside. She was officially in a safe place, away from the dangers of the next attacks, hiding in the back of the laundromat in intense shock for a while. Examining the scars that refused to heal from her body, despite what she was.

V. Elemental: The attacks never seemed to end, one after the other worst than the last. It left Delilah in a state of shock after a while, but only when she reached the city's well-known laundromat. As Israel had claimed, it was in fact a safe place, somewhere Delilah could collect her thoughts. After everything and everyone she had seen that night, she wasn't sure moving to this city was such a good idea. She had come here to get away from the chance of death, of being sacrificed as a means to save others. Instead, she had only been living in the city for two months, when an attack was placed on the city. She didn't know much about what was going on, besides that the attack must have come from a city called Northern Lights. She was snapped out of her deep thoughts when people in the building gasped, their eyes on the glass doors. She stood up from her spot on the floor, stumbling forward to see the flames that licked the city with the latest attack. She was stunned like the others around her, the agonizing screams and howls of those outside having an effect on all of them. She shivered as she thought back to everyone she had seen that night, praying that they were safe from any harm. As they all stared, the flames dying out, she gasped as suddenly she pushed the doors open. She was surprised to see Vincent's wolf walk toward the building, his fur burnt, leaving patches of skin for her to see. She had tried to offer him her blood in a panic, but he refused, and she cried next to him. Feeling guilty for abandoning him because of her own ailments. Part of her wondered if she had been there...if she could have protected him, the way he protected her.

VI. Hunted: It seemed My Laundrette was the safest place for Delilah, as the last attack hit the city, weapons flying throughout the city. She had suffered no more physical damage since she arrived at the building, finding refuge amongst the staff. After her panic had subsided and she checked on Vincent, she examined the staff for any injuries they were unaware of. Trying to distract herself from her mental injuries, her mind raced in a secret panic as she checked each person carefully. The space had filled with an awkward silence for the longest time, no one daring to head outside to see if things were safe. It wasn't till the sun had risen, that help had arrived, taking Vincent to the makeshift medical center. She listed off his injuries, informing the paramedics that she was a resident at the hospital. One of them stopped to inform her they needed as many hands at the school as soon as possible. She nodded, asking them for the address, before heading out of the building, and in a daze, started heading to her apartment. Pulling her cracked phone out of her pocket, and pulling up the direction.

VII. Aftermath Delilah was in a haze when she entered her apartment, her door closing behind her. Her body moved without a thought, forcing her to head towards the bathroom. She stepped inside the open threshold, not even bothering to close the door behind her since she lived alone. She began to strip down slowly, the sticky feeling of her tattered scrubs peeling from her body making her shiver. Before she knew it, her body was bare and cold, her skin stained with blood. She started the shower, stepping in despite the cold feeling of the water as she waited for it to warm up. It shocked her, as she intended, making her gasp out of her haze as she blinked rapidly. The water from the shower head bursts into her hair and drains down her body, making the sticky feeling begin to fade. She looked down at her body after a while, trembling as she realized her blood was flowing into the drain. She quickly moved her gaze to her waist, biting her lip as she saw the scars that had refused to heal. Her gaze slowly moved up from those hideous claw marks to the scar on her shoulder. A permanent reminder of her first attack in this city, as if she wouldn't remember it for the rest of her life. After that, she scrubbed her body so hard, she was sure the scars would fade, but they remained. She had no time to linger on those marks as she hid them under a fresh pair of scrubs. She looked at herself in the mirror, trying to force a smile as she pushed her feelings down. She didn't have time to dwell on her unhappiness as she heard her pager go off on her old scrubs. She pulled the pager off her torn scrubs and slipped it into her white-coat pocket along with her phone. With ease, she was out the door, heading to the School's makeshift medical area, hoping to do her job.

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[delilahfimclain]

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Delilah sipped her drink as the man on the bar stool next to her spoke, taking his words in before placing her glass back down on the bar top. She couldn't help but smile slightly at his comment, opening her lips to speak. "Well, technically, I still didn't 'start' a conversation with anyone. Seems I just have the luck of being approachable." She leaned forward against the bar, her legs crossing as she kept herself seated on the bar stool. Her eyes gazed into her glass as she listened to her company, letting him speak as she thought about his words. He was right in a sense, complaining wasn't going to make her any friends.

She couldn't help but feel distant from others, her hand on the glass tightened a bit as she thought about why she chose to be that way. She sighed gently as she glanced back at Cassidy, taking a second to choose her words wisely. "It's not that simple though...is it? I can put myself out there and still end up with no friends. Sometimes playing on the safe side can be...lonely...but isn't it best? Plus, I never said I wanted anyone to get close to me." She scoffed at the thought as she quickly asks for another drink, before downing the rest of the one she already had. "I've learned my lesson when it comes to letting people get too close..."

[delilahmclaine]

The brunette's head nodded slightly as she frowned, thinking back to Israel's unconscious body lying under that car door. Part of her still felt a bit guilty for hurting him, despite how much it hurt when his teeth sunk into her shoulder. "He did attack me...But much like you, I don't think he fully controlled his actions. He looked as if...he tried to warn me before he lunged at me. I think he knew what he was doing was wrong, but he couldn't control his body. He looked completely and utterly...Feral. Like a human with Rabies. It was...." She shuddered slightly as the fear she once held made it's way back into her aching limbs. "Awful. I was so scared...I didn't know what to do and I hurt him. Gods...I just hope he's okay." She was honest with the wolf as she kept her eyes open, despite the exhaustion knawing its way into her.

Delilah tried to focus on Vicent's voice to stay awake, her hands gripping his fur a bit tighter as if she feared she may fall off. She couldn't help but smile a bit when he referenced the date they had yet to have. She wasn't sure if it was the blood loss or the concussion that caused her not to think before she acted, but her lips sank into the fur in between his ears. Giving the wolf a small kiss on his head, her nerves calming slightly from her previous encounters. Vincent proved he could be trusted, and she hoped he could trust her. "I promise...If we survive this, I will give you that date Vincent."

She wasn't sure how much time passed by the time Vincent informed her they were close, her mind groggy. Her blood was staining the back of Vincent's fur as she kept her hold on him. She could see the building when she had asked him to stop, claiming she could walk the rest of the way. He didn't seem to trust her words, but when she claimed she saw people inside he had no choice but to leave. She knew his mind was still conflicted, and he couldn't get close to people who may think him an enemy. She watched his figure run out of sight before she collapsed to the ground unconscious and unable to go on for the time being.

~ End of Thread

"That boy attacked you? For a similar reason?" If it wasn't he'd seek out the pup to bring him to justice. The prisoner was a good puppy usually, but a crime is a crime.

"I will hold off on hunting them while I have you on my back. I already react negatively to harm. But I'll do my best to remain focused on getting you to safety. Can't have you dying here. You still owe me that date after all."

[delilahfimclain]

Reply To @choiharu From: Here -

Delilah brought her drink back to her lips as Haru asked his question, contemplating how to answer it. Her eyes turned back to the eyes on her, finding some to have physically appealing features but noting the malicious intent in their eyes. To an extent, the attention excited her, but it also terrified her. She shivered slightly at some sights, not finding them as comforting as others. She looked back to Haru as she sipped her drink again before placing the glass on the bar top beside her. "I...I think it sorta scares me. Not to mention...I feel sorta bad they seem to have such...high expectations."

She answered him honestly, sighed softly, and looked at her glass for a moment. "These people probably expect my mind to be as beautiful as my body. But...I tend to scare people off when I can't help but talk about cutting people open. Plus, I don't trust these people to excite me how I'd like. I like the attention...but it's not their attention that excites me." Her eyes turned back to Haru as she found herself enjoying his attention. After all, she was not blind to the attention he had given her when she walked in. He was the only one she recognized, so he was the first to catch her eye. Her thoughts about her fellow doctor halted when he revealed she had projected her thoughts.

Her cheeks flushed slightly at this revelation, her eyes turning away from Haru as she found herself stumbling on her words. "I...Well...You see...I didn't mean to..." She was flustered, her innocence showing as she grabbed her drink and finished it in a few gulps. She placed the glass down as she tried to regain her composure from her slip-up. "Since I have to be honest now...I will admit...I feel you may not be what you seem on the surface." She looked back at him as she bit her lip gently.

"But...Part of me is kinda...excited with the idea that I don't know what you're really like."

[delilahfimclain]

Reply To @trevorxparrish From: Here

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Delilah was lost in her thoughts when she heard a whisper, turning her attention to the man beside her. She looked around for a second, not sure if his words were for her, but she could tell from the look in his eyes they were. It wasn't hard for her to pick up on the fact that he must be an Elysian, most not speaking in a whisper when they address her. "Hard not to when they all seem to look at me like a slab of meat." She whispered back, taking another sip of her drink, her voice soft as she spoke. She glanced back at the staring figures, finding herself clinging closer to the bar.

"It seems this city is full of people who can't keep their eyes off one another. I wasn't expecting it, I guess." She spoke up now, being honest as she looked back at the man.

[delilahfimclain]

Reply To @choiharu​ From: Here

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Delilah’s doe eyes were still scanning the bar when she heard a familiar voice come from the bar stool closest to her. She looked over in surprise to see one of her newest co-workers, Doctor Choi. She hadn't had time to speak to anyone at work, surprisingly finding herself deep in traumas in this new city. However, Delilah had time to memorize their faces as she passed them in the halls, being sure to ask her surgical attendees for names. She often stored them in her mind for safekeeping, not wanting to be caught off guard in her work environment. So, of course, Delilah knew at least who Doctor Choi was, giving her a weird sense of comfort she wasn't sure she should have.

"Not shy, just curious." She said honestly to his question, her eyes glancing to the pool table nearby. As if reading her mind, the man pointed to the guy she was staring at and identified him as a vampire. It wasn't hard for her to see he was right after he pointed it out, making her realize she was being too obvious about the little game she was playing in her head. Thankfully, he didn't choose to linger on her curiosity and instead asked her about work. She took his hand as he extended it, a kind smile on her face as she gave it a gentle shake.

"I find it much more thrilling than what I was used to back home. A lot more action in this place, though I'm not sure that's something I should be thrilled about. But as a surgical resident, you take as many surgeries as you can get." She answered honestly, her body visibly relaxing as she talked about work. She no longer worrying about the lingering eyes of the hungry patrons, not while she was talking about what she loved. "Nice to meet you, Haru Choi. I'm Delilah McLaine. A pleasure to meet you outside the hospital."

[delilahmclaine]

The brunette turned her kind gaze back to Eden as the woman offered apologies, noticing the compassion in her eyes as she spoke. She let out a snicker, shaking her head slightly as she spoke up again. "I guess I can't really complain; I did choose to be a surgeon. It's sorta in the job description to never catch a break. That and sleep deprivation." She couldn't help but joke, hoping to lighten the mood more. The doctor watched Eden smile, blinking slightly as she asked for coffee. She smiled as she slowly nodded, pushing her back off the elevator wall.

"That sounds like a great idea. I would love a coffee with extra sugar and creamer. I find black to be too bitter." Delilah answered, feeling the elevator slow as they continued talking. "Most people don't get to leave just yet. But...Being there for them does help the recovery process. So, as long as you support Leone, she should be out of here in no time. Even if with leftover injuries."

She could easily imagine that—- medical personnel in a city like covaire saw all kinds of horror as is, given the nature of it's inhabitants, add to that the attacks... "I'm sorry," it wasn't her fault but she still felt compelled to show her compassion. "And with as things are you can't really catch a break right now, can you?" People were injured still and healing—- needing care.

Well that's a first. She offers Delilah a smile "I'd invite you for a coffee if you have time? To keep your mind occupied for a little while longer?" it's a genuine offer. "Surely there is a Café nearby," she'd rather be anywhere but here. "Yeah, Leone." she nods "I'd love to take them with me but—- not yet I'm afraid."

[delilahfimclain]

Reply To @undercoverhunter-elijah From: Here -

Delilah wasn't surprised to hear that the man had a surgeon or two crawling around inside him. Part of her wondered if everyone once was in the hospital at some point, considering the city's nature. When he grinned and made another statement, she flushed with complete shame. She didn't intend for it to sound like she was belittling him. She choked on the drink she had been sipping as she stumbled on her words. "Oh my goodness, I swear that's not what I meant when I over-explained my work. I just…overexplain when I'm nervous. I don't…talk to people unless they're my patients. I don't really have…friends."

She was honest with the man, apologetic as she spoke. "Besides, I'm only smart 'cause my sperm donor was some hot shot smarty. Well, and the photographic memory I have. I never forget a thing." She tried to clear the air, tapping her head with her finger slightly as she said it. Thankfully, he didn't seem offended, at least on the surface, as he explained to her how a couple people could sniff her out for what she was. She knew she shouldn't be surprised, but it was hard to believe that Elysian's even had a unique scent that differed them from those around her. She couldn't help but giggle, though, as he mentioned that some people weren't that bright.

"Well, thanks for teaching me something new. It'll help me, in the long run, to know that people can Smell me for what I am." She smiled softly as she sipped her drink. "By the way, I don't think I got your name. Mine's Delilah if you were curious."

[delilahfimclain]

Reply To @simonhbishop From: Here -

Delilah watched in confusion momentarily as her companion reached up, and his hands landed on his mask. She was stunned momentarily to see how well his face matched his kind eyes. He looked charming, and his hair was longer than she had expected but fit his bearded face. She sipped her drink and stared momentarily, taking in his appearance before his words brought her out of her dazed state. She hadn't even realized she had projected her thoughts until he answered them with kind words, her cheeks flushing a bit as she turned her head in embarrassment. She tried to clear her mind so she wouldn't let another thought slip out unwillingly.

"...I didn't mean for you to hear that...but your words bring me comfort. Plus, I find it a little less lonely when I seem to be finding myself decent company." She slipped her hand up as she spoke, sliding the mask down her face and revealing her delicate features. Her cover now hanging off her neck from the ribbon that held it together behind her head. She turned to him and smiled softly, comfortable in his presence. She was happy to know he understood her better than any human could, giggling as he mentioned his home behind his work. "If only I could live so close to the hospital. I'd sleep right next to the Pediatrics ward if I could. Though, I doubt the hospital would let me live at work."

She laughed softly at the thought. She wondered if this would be the start of a friendship, as they seemed to get along so well. She hoped it would be, needing someone she could at least talk to besides her coworkers and patients. "I originally wanted to do trauma, but things changed when I 'changed.' I couldn't watch those kids suffer, knowing I could do something to help. I've always loved children. So, I'm definitely leaning toward pediatric surgery. The kids at my old hospital even nicknamed me Dr. Angel. Silly, I know, but I kept it even after my transfer." Her laughs died off into soft giggles as she genuinely enjoyed talking about the children.