Merciful Hands Immediate Care Center

[Last Step Over The Edge]

After Laurette had finished healing, she left the hospital. The doctor had patients to tend to...

Slinging her jacket over her shoulder and walking, tall and strong, with her top hat on her head into the daylight, Laurette had only three people on her mind.

Her brother, Salazar. Her sister, Samantha. And the mystery killer who had murdered the Idolian clan among many others. Grinning to herself, she whispered through her teeth, This is gonna be a fun ride.  

[Raziel Sarafin]

Some time passed as things were put back in order at the hospital. As Laurette had recuperated and dressed again, Gregory had other affairs to attend to; specifically, there were several vampires in need of anti-UV gel, and a significant quantity of burn victims, as usual. However, burns weren't such a problem for the undead, merely an annoyance. Fortunately, the timeless are often well-endowed with resources aplenty, and many times have a very thin patience for discomfort; Gregory made out like a bandit in the moments between his absence and Laurette's preparations. However, Gregory still felt the need to purge himself of the scum of the day, so he decided to pamper himself a bit. Taking a moment away from the schedule, he made his way into his private office; there was odd-looking booth that he kept for just this sort of occasion. It was a rather astonishing little thing, a chemical shower designed for quick, but effective cleaning. He stepped into it quickly, clothes and all, and pressed the button on the opposite side. A soft hiss filled the air as a thin mist of the stuff descended, gently cleansing the grime from his body and the sweat from his clothes. He gritted his teeth; it burned a bit, as the chemicals reacted with the day's debris, but it was worth it for the sake of expedience. The shower concluded in a few seconds, and he stepped back out, sizzling. He brushed the remnants off his body, his flesh an angry red, and slapped his arms and face, flushing the blood flow back to it. The redness subsided quickly, but the pain still tingled for a bit.

Taking a seat at his desk, he glanced at the row of monitors that line a wall; his lips pulled downward a bit as he spotted Laurette departing the front doors.

Hunh... leaving without even a goodbye? Sad face from Gregory!

He got to his feet, and walked quickly out and towards the front door; he'd already decided that he was going with her, and he planned to stick with that plan. The pneumatic doors opened with a smooth and silent motion, and in a minute he was at her side again, as though he'd never left. He grinned, but didn't turn his head.

"Didn't think you'd be getting rid of me that easily, did ya?"  

[Last Step Over The Edge]

Laurette's blood red lips turned into a sharp grin, her canines showing as she kept looking straight ahead. "No, but I couldn't waste any more time... Besides-" She ran her fingers through her snow white hair and placed the tips of her fingernails against the rim of her top hat. "I can't stand long hair." She chuckled and lowered her hand, stuffing it into her pocket. "So, let's go find a source close to the Idolians to pick up any hints as to who killed 'em off. Unless you have a better idea." That was her way of offering for him to place his input on the plan, although Laurette never really asked questions.  

[Cassandra_Complex]

(pssst.... can I join? Pm me......)  

[Angel of the End]

((ppssstt.... Raziel... can you have the staff take care of her? Or maybe should I make a nurse/assistant character for here?))  

[Cassandra_Complex]

Jonah sat at the front desk bored out of his mind. He was less than pleased with the lack of care. To be honest his job here was a joke. Since he was half bionic, he served as a counciler to people who got bionic limbs... but oddly since the place was mostly high healing factored lycan's and vampires ect. there WEREN'T many in need of bionoc limb counciling. Life sucks.  

[Dragonsmite]

A humanlike appearance with black hair, and seemingly weaponless, walked... no crawled to the place. he had gotten badly hurt during a battle he had with a few delinquents. "D-dang, they surprised me..." he whispered, coughing up blood. he saw the place where he had ended up, he just prayed someone who could help him would see him. the trail of blood he left behind wasn't helping much to that. before blacking out completely, and slipping away in unconsciousness he yelled... hoping someone would hear it.
As human as this person appeared to be, he wasn't. where he came from he was called Subject 5, and he escaped the research facility recently. "G-got to f-find Jas-Jason..." he uttered, before completely losing his consciousness.