Beautiful Dreamer

Delaney Joyce || 25 || Emergency Medicine Resident

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/Considering reviving this blog….we shall see. Stay tuned.

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at the bar // open

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Lavinia leaned against the bar, the skimpiness of her costume barely keeping her appropriately covered. She had already finished her performance on the stage and knew she was supposed to be prowling around the club for clients interested in a private dance or more. She honestly should have been doing that, should have been bending over backwards to scrap together every last dollar to line her bank account. But she was a fool, and what little money she had was easily parted from her, so she just wanted a drink. If anyone wanted her for a dance, they could find her there, and maybe butter her up with a drink. That was wishful thinking, though. People didn’t come to Dark Desires interested in serving her. She was an employee, and she was there for them.

So she just had to consider this her break. A treat to herself, even if she did indulge in these sorts of treats way too often. She sighed as she was jostled by someone claiming their own space at the bar, but quickly painted a softer facade on her features. “You know, the bartenders are pretty good here. Everyone will get their turn to order.” Her tone was light and playful as she subdued the sharpness that was begging to saturate the words.

Delaney had worked herself to the bone that week. Between the need to raise a little hell and the small bonus her boss had given her team for their hard work on a particularly tricky case, a night out was absolutely called for. She wasn’t wealthy enough to go as wild as most of the patrons of Dark Desires, but a single night out wouldn’t break the bank too terribly. Priorities, after all. She rationalized that splurge as a form of self-care, which her mentors preached to be essential for the new physician. 

Perched at the bard, the red-head nursed on a something dark and strong in a small class as she peered around the room in search of something or someone to liven up the night a bit. The entertainment had been more than satisfying so far, and her attention had set on a particularly lovely brunette employee. And so when she saw the beauty shoved aside unceremoniously she felt her blood boil a bit. Leaning forward in her seat, Delaney gave the careless patron a faint smirk, the green eyes above the smirking lips hard. “Pardon me, darling, but it’s impolite to not watch where you’re going. I believe you owe this lovely woman an apology. Don’t you agree?” Her tone was thickly sweet, syrupy as she narrowed her eyes on her fellow patron. For a moment she wasn’t sure he’d agree, but after a second of glaring in her direction, the man shot the employee an off-handed apology before turning back to the bar.

“Chivalry is clearly dead, what a shame...” Delaney mused, shaking her head before she drew a sip of her drink and fixed her attention on the brunette. The smirk morphed then, turning warm and impish as she offered her hand to the other woman. “There’s an empty seat right over here, darling. Join me for a moment?” At that moment the bartender came back around to her to ask if she needed anything else. “Another scotch for me, and whatever this lovely creature would like. On my tab, if you please.”

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Savour Every Flavour - OPEN

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There was something to be said about being away from the bustle of the city, the lights that covered it, and the cement that surrounded every green space there may have been. That is why Xavier found himself content where he was, eager to have some reprieve from the craziness and get back to something a little simpler. The vampire stood outside of a small restaurant on the corner of the towns main square, he’d ordered himself a small meal, but a phone call had interrupted it and he found himself taking the business outside. “It does not matter what they want, what matters is what I want, so fix it and make sure I am the happy one.” With that he ended the call and placed his phone in his jacket pocket, just as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes and placed one to his lips.

The first pull of the cigarette aimed to calm him. The vampire allowed the smoke to cloud his lungs, enjoying the aroma of the tobacco before he allowed an exhale and brought his free hand to rub the back of his neck. It was something that did not really aid the vampire as they didn’t have the usual aches and pains, but it was a soothing gesture just the same. When a taxi driver pulled up outside and someone got out of the car, Xavier continued to smoke as he watched the person emerge from the vehicle. “Are you done with this taxi?” Xavier asked, not wanting the wait of having to stand around for his driver to arrive should he leave right now.

“Have the cab drivers gone on strike against red-heads or am I doing this wrong?” Delaney mused to herself as she tried to waive down another passing yellow tax, the car speeding by her without so much as slowing down a fraction. At this rate, getting across town and to her apartment seemed like a fool’s dream. Walking was an option, she supposed, but she wouldn’t cross the threshold of her home until well into the evening if she had to resort to that. Patience was normally a virtue she wore with pride, but at the moment it was wearing exceedingly thin.

Giving up on getting the attention of a cab for the time being and to give her waiving arm a break, she leaned against a lamp post and pulled out her phone to wait. Surely a cab had to stop on the busy street sooner or later. Scrolling through her e-mails and meeting invitations, Delaney almost missed when a blessed yellow vehicle came to a halt in front of the curb. 

“Thank all that is holy and right with the world.” Sighing in relief, she looked down for just a moment to pick up her backpack. When she straightened up, she was galled to find someone trying to take the cab. Like hell she’d let that happen. “Excuse me, but I was here first, darling.” She kept her voice even, pleasant as she strode up to the cab door and gave the man a small smirk. “I’m not opposed to splitting the ride, though, if you’re in a hurry as well.”

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downtime → open

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The beta wolf had been working really hard lately. Far too hard if you asked her, even if she truly loved being a lawyer and loved how busy her families law firm was. She just needed a break, if she was honest, before she started feeling too rundown. Well, as run down as a supernatural creature could feel anyway, so she decided to call in sick and hit up the beach for some much needed downtime.

She craved the sun, even though her pale skin didn’t like it much. But since she was a werewolf, any sunburn that she got didn’t last, so that’s why she didn’t mind spending hours with the hot rays being down against her ivory flesh. And even though she was at the beach, that didn’t mean she hadn’t taken the time to make sure she still looked flawless, because she had.  Landry was still very much dressed to the nines, in one of her many bikini’s and her favorite stiletto heels. 

The werewolf knew how good she looked as she walked past rows of many relaxing in their beach chairs while she headed toward hers. She kept her shades down and made no eye contact with anyone, however, but she could feel eyes on her as she moved. The redhead’s lips curled into an easy little grin as well, because everyone knew she really loved attention.

The beach had become Delaney’s haunt of choice when not at the hospital and on that particular day off she had claimed a patch of sand as her oasis. Even relaxation came with the never-ending responsibilities of residency, though, and she lay stretched out on her stomach with a large textbook opened in front of her. The bikini added a bit of a fun twist to the studying and the glasses perched on her nose. She’d make the sexy geek look work or die trying. 

Her focus was drifting from the book in front of her as the hours wore on and more lovely distractions trickled on to the beach with her. Although she’d had patients over the last month or two that were quite attractive, she couldn’t focus on that in the moment of providing medical care. So now, in the heady heat of the beautiful afternoon, Delaney’s wayward gaze couldn’t be tamed. Especially as a delicious pair of strutting legs sinfully strolled by.

Gaze traveling up the length of those gorgeous gams, Delaney made absolutely no effort to hide her approval. “My god, anatomy would be a hell of a lot more fun with a hands-on component,” she mumbled to herself, flicking the text book closed and moving to sit up. Smirking shamelessly, she allowed herself a better look at the woman who wore her confidence like a second skin - it practically radiated off of her. “You realize your little show literally has everyone here either wanting you or wanting to be you, don’t you, darling?” Del offered with a wide grin. The impish glint in her eyes clearly stated where she stood between those two options.

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Just Another Day/Open

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Destiny wasn’t ready for the work day. She was tired and just wanted to sleep. The night before she spent most of the evening trying to get in touch with her powers, which failed…again. It was wearing on her. She felt like such a failure and just wished she could find herself and her powers. All she wanted was to make her family proud, but at every turn, she seemed to just let them down. The job wasn’t ideal, but it was money and every shift was one shift closer to her getting her own place. No matter how small. All she wanted was to escape, and everyone knew that in Shadowbrooke that was impossible.

She took a deep breath, smoothed her hair and straightened her back as she walked into the cafe. There was a smile for everyone, especially her regulars. Some of them made her smile. Making her way to the back room, she picked up her apron and made her way to the counter.

“Good morning. Welcome to Deadly Grounds Cafe. What can I get for you?”

A career in medicine was her dream, her driving force, and she would stop at absolutely nothing to see it accomplished. The string of constant night shifts, however, had left a sour taste in her mouth for the moment. She had expected it, of course. Giving the least desirable shifts to the first-year residents was a test of commitment, a way to weed out those who weren’t willing to do what is necessary to reach their goals. Still, she’d be lying if the brief fleeting fantasy of running off to do something entirely different hasn’t crossed her mind during a late-night charting session. 

It was in the wee hours of the morning, leadened feet trudging away from the hospital, that she found herself walking into the coffee shop. She’d worked a twelve hour shift the night before, but there was no rest for the wicked and caffeine was absolutely essential to keeping up her Functioning Human Being disguise. Even the warm earthy smell of roasting coffee beans improved her mood immensely. 

“Something large, dark, and hot...whether it’s liquid or living is irrelevant.” Delaney laughed, leaning on the counter to peer up at the menu. “I think it might be a two-cup kind of day. How about the largest cup of your strongest coffee with a dash of cream? As for the other drink, hm...” For a moment, the red-head hummed thoughtfully, scanning the menu for a minute longer before she fixed her gaze on the barista, “For the other, why don’t you surprise me? Fix up your favorite thing off the menu?”

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The Sea Calls - OPEN

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“Have ya’ ever thought that maybe they’re dead?” Araic shrugged, looked down at the bottle grasped in his hands and then shook his head before drinking what was left of the contents. “If I think like that then they’re definitely dead. Even if they aren’t physically living, I have ta keep them alive.” A laugh left his lips, he hated being sober - feeling things just wasn’t something he was into.

“You’re a fool.” He shook his head again, before he threw his bottle to the side. It landed with a lifeless thud before he lay his back down against the sand and looked up at the sky instead of the horizon. He’d been talking to himself, something he did quite often if he were being honest. Who else could he listen to? Who else could he trust, but himself? 

The sound of the waves washed over him, he relaxed into it, and the soothing sounds of how must have lulled the pirate to sleep. It was the startling sound of someone talking that brought him back to attention. He wasn’t sure how long he had slept. Minutes? Hours? Hell, it could have been days with how much he’d been drinking, but he still felt a good buzz so he doubted it. 

“Could ye’ keep it down fer fucks sake.” His speech slurred out as he squinted his now open eyes against the sun.

Since arriving to Shadowbrooke, Delaney Joyce had felt as if she was running a marathon - a marathon littered with one ankle-breaking pothole after another. Her car had promptly died a week into her being there. Granted, The Thing (trademark) had been on its last legs year ago when it’d been passed down to her from her great uncle. It had survived her dare devil driving days of her early twenties and had even made it across the pond from Scotland to America. It deserved a peaceful death after so much, even if the expiration had been ill-timed.

She’d mourned the loss in the viper pit that was the Shadowbrooke Motel for several weeks when her original housing plans had fallen through. Delaney had seen some shady accommodations during her rotations at the free clinic near her University, but the motel was another level entirely. Now settled in a small but cozy one-room flat, she finally felt as if she were finding her footing.

All was starting to settle, even if she hadn’t seen the light of day in nearly a month. “Bloody back-to-back night shifts. I’m going to turn into a vampire.” in the warm glow of the sun, though, she couldn’t find any real annoyance to put behind her words. Stretching like a contented cat in a shaft of sunlight, Delaney raised her arms over her head and lifted her face to the welcoming light. “Hell, I’m going to get spoiled on this and then turn back into a creature of the night tomorrow. Ah well - Enjoy it while you can, Del.”  She chattered to herself as she kicked off her shoes and padded on to the sun-warmed sand, letting it envelope her feet as she hunted for a spot to sit and decompress for a bit.

Reaching for the camera slung over her should, Del started humming quietly and tunelessly as she snapped a few shots of the glorious ball of light perched above the horizon. Apparently, though, she’d missed that she wasn’t alone.

“Sorry! Sorry, i can’t carry a tune in a bucket. Apologies, darling.” She called out quickly, the humming ceasing as her green eyes found the source of the request. That glinting emerald gaze was perfectly content to stay there once it’d found its target. “Will the clicking of a camera bother you, doll? I can move further down the beach?”

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PHYSICAL CHARACTER PROMPT

1) What does your character look like?

Delaney stands right at 5′10″ with a slender frame for the most part. There are a few well-placed curves where it counts, enough to add a soft touch. She inherited her father’s scarlet hair, although the amount of it is one-hundred-and-ten percent entirely her mum’s genes -- Pa was, much to his dismay, starting to sport a monk-like bald patch by the age of thirty-five. Set into an open oval face, bright and mischievous green eyes sit above curving lips that are almost always set into a Cheshire Cat smirk.

2) If they have scares/tattoos, what is the origin?

The most noticeable scar that Delaney has is a pucker faint pink line across the back of her left hand. Undergrad anatomy lab + scalpel + an ill-time sneeze and muscle twitch = one hell of an unpleasant situation. There are other small nicks and scrapes long-since healed over speckled over her body from her tomboy teenage days, but nothing too terribly noticeable. She doesn’t currently have any ink, but she’s not opposed to the idea. She does have a few piercings, however, in some...erm...rather interesting places.

3) What is their most physically distinguishing characteristic?

The knee-jerk reaction would be to say her hair. Red is a bit hard to miss, apparently. Delaney, however, would say her smirk, a curving impish Cheshire Cat who ate the canary expression that speaks volumes to her personality - mischievous, fun-loving, ready to leave a bit of havoc in her wake.

4) How similar do they look compared to their family members?

Delaney has small bits and pieces of her parents - her mother’s eyes and hair volume, her father’s hair color and pale complexion - but she most resembles her grandmother on her mom’s side. Her mother, in fact, used to call Delaney her grandmother’s mini-me. Her little sister seems to be following in Del’s footsteps of being red-headed as the day is long, but otherwise she’s the spitting image of their mother: Petite and willowy where Del is tall with a curvier build.

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DELANEY JOYCE || HUMAN || SWITCH || KAREN GILLAN FC

Preferred Pronouns: She Age: 25 Occupation: First-Year Emergency Medicine Resident at Shadowbrooke Hospital Society Status: Middle Class Species: Human Orientation/Preference: Pansexual Player: Kat

Delaney Joyce was born into a quiet normal household, to quiet normal parents, in quiet normal Edinburgh, Scotland…but Delaney Joyce was neither quiet nor normal. Always a tomboy who preferred scaling trees to prancing about in dresses, Delaney was the sole reason her parents both went grey-haired by the time she was ten. Or so she was convinced. At least that’s the story she told herself - anything to forget the tumultuous rift growing between her parents. Her little sister, Gracie, was born as a means to an end of her parents’ strife, but it only made pot holes in the already ragged road of their relationship. From as early as her birth, Gracie wasn’t a healthy child. She was born with her umbilical cord wrapped around her neck. Delaney spent the first few weeks of her little sister’s life watching with bated breath as doctors tried to save her.

Delaney distracted herself as needed during her sister’s various illnesses and hospitalizations throughout the years, taking up photography and focusing all the more on her studies. It was those precious times, though, when her sister got to come home that Delaney truly flourished. While their parents were too distracted with their arguments, Delaney and Gracie were attached at the hip. Del took up the role of surrogate mother to her little sister, and she thought the girl walked on water. Gracie returned the sentiments. So it was met with great devastation that, when Delaney was seventeen years old and Gracie was nine, that Gracie started getting sicker.

The cancer came out of nowhere and progressed faster than they all could comprehend. The blow was too much on their mother who, in a fit, drove the family car off a bridge. Their father shut down completely, turning to alcohol and gambling as self-medication. Delaney took matters into her own hands, taking a year after high school to help move her sister and father to Boston where a specialist claimed he could help Gracie. And two years after she was diagnosed, Gracie went into remission. Confident that things were better, Delaney started to pursue a pre-medicine route at University. The driving force in her decision was gaining the ability to help people like her sister live fuller lives. Graduating undergrad in three years, she moved immediately on to medical school. Initially, she’d entertained the thought of pursuing Pediatric Oncology, but her first pediatric round in her third year of medical school quickly made her realize that wasn’t for her. Cancer care and end of life care in general were daunting, but the pain of seeing children in such an unfair situation of fate broke her heart. Instead, she focused her attention not he fast-paced world of Emergency Medicine.

Delaney spent the better part of her fourth year applying for residency. When she was matched to a residency at a hospital in a city called Shadowbrooke, she was wary. She’d never heard of the town, and she was concerned it wouldn’t offer much room for the growth she would like to have. The Shadowbrooke Hospital, however, promised a great deal in their offer: State of the art facility, a diverse patient base with plenty of opportunities to broaden one’s experience and knowledge, and seasoned staff under whom one could learn. Making sure Gracie and her father were settled, Delaney left Boston to travel to Shadowbrooke, ready for a new challenge and adventure.

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