Dr. Laisandra Balderaz

Dr. Laisandra "Lais" Balderaz || Physician turned Prophet || Salt n Burn RP Make the most of your regrets; never smother your sorrow, but tend and cherish it till it comes to have a separate and integral interest. To regret deeply is to live afresh. ~Henry David Thoreau Oh, I am very weary, Though tears no longer flow; My eyes are tired of weeping, My heart is sick of woe. ~Anne Bronte Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

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The Devil’s at Your Door. Lais & Lucifer

“Fuck!” The redhead bolted upright in bed, which was thankfully empty. Her previous company had made themselves very scarce. And since she was back to having her weird vision things while asleep, well, she was grateful to be alone. Sweat coated her body as she pulled the sheet up over her chest. Her hand shook as she reached for her dwindling supply of death sticks. She had been avoiding getting more since last time she had had an episode in the middle of the convenience store. That was fun. Not. Okay. Well it wasn’t an ordinary sex dream. She wasn’t in it at all. Was this another vision? Lucifer was back and there was some British demon that he was pounding into the bed. Great. “Can you at least keep it PG?” she muttered, she figured whoever or whatever it was that was sending her these things, well, they weren’t listening. It took a few tries but the redhead managed to light the deathstick she slid between her lips. She would never again complain about the gory visions or anything else as long as she had no more insights into the devil’s sex life. That was something she wanted to stay very far away from. A shudder went through her as she flicked the ashes from her cigarette. “Yeah, that was disturbing. Whoever or whatever the fuck you are, this isn’t funny. You have a twisted sense of humor.” Shaking her head, she leaned back against the headboard and desperately wished she was a drinker. Instead, she took another long drag from the glowing stick of death between her fingers and exhaled through her nose.

As soon as she had finally calmed, she noticed she was no longer alone. Jumping, she dropped the still-lit cigarette and hissed as it landed on the sheet covering her thigh. “Fucking mother fuck!” The redhead managed to pick up the cigarette and stub it out. Turning on the lamp beside her bed she groaned. “Son of a mother bitch. Are you here to kill me? Or are you done boning the demon?” Smart, Laisandra, sass the Devil. That’s brilliant.

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Bright lights,strange encounter||Jace & Lais

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Jace:

“Well New York is probably going to add to the weirdness in your life,things can be really strange around here”.He said with a chuckle,he never knew a stranger place than New York,he couldn’t get away from the crazy. “Well maybe something brought you here,was it me,because not many people know I live in NY”

“I’ve heard a lot of strange things,try me”.He said before he took a small sip of his drink that was resting on the bar next to them. “I know more than you might think,which means I know a lot”

“You could say that again. I thought where I was from was weird, with the tweakers and everything. Apparently, I was very very wrong.” He was spot on when he said something had brought her. Oh, yeah. She didn’t know it was him she was coming to see, but her visions and whatever gave them to her, well it led her straight to him. Weird. But at least it was a friendly face.

Well, she did try him. “I think there’s some kind of war brewing. The apocalypse was derailed but there’s some people or things trying to get it back on track or some version of it. I’m not sure. I’ve been having these . . .things, episodes, visions or whatever and I can’t remember all of it. I’m losing time. I get pieces back when I sleep but i never know when these things will hit or what I’ll see.” As she took a breath, she wondered how Jace might react to all that. Would he think she was insane and needed to be taken back to Thornewood? Or. . .Or? Would he believe her? Only one way to find out.

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give me a hand back down/closed starter/lais

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"Mike” Okay, Adam.:

Adam nods agreeably while inwardly cursing, wondering how the hell he’s going to keep the wound from knitting closed suspiciously in the short time it takes him to shower.  "Yeah.  Great.“  And if that sounds stilted he can just blame it on awkwardness, which isn’t entirely a lie.  Adam carelessly shrugs off his leather jacket and sets it in the same chair with his backpack.  After taking some relatively clean clothes out of that backpack, he disappears into the bathroom.

It actually surprises Adam how blissful the whole showering experience is; it’s easy to forget, now, that not every action has to be unpleasant.  However, he doesn’t waste time, cleaning himself off in a brusque, detatched fashion, and then taking the time to pick at the fresh wound with his fingernails.  Once he can see a fair amount of blood tainting the water swirling down the drain he calls it done and gets out, dries off, and checks out the gash in the mirror.  He might have made it a little too deep, but hopefully that can be passed off; it isn’t like Lais got a great look at it.  So when Adam re-emerges, he’s mostly reclothed but still shirtless and holding a washcloth to his neck.  "All right, doctor.  I’m all prepped for surgery.”

As Adam went into the bathroom, she continued unpacking her first aid kit and tidying up a little. It was a lost cause, she realized as she picked up a bra that was far too small to belong to her. Shaking her head, Lais tossed the bra on the growing pile of clothes. A frown crossed her features as she spotted his jacket and the strange markings in the inside. It takes her a moment but she finally gets the courage to walk across the room. Her fingers twitch as she reaches for the jacket. This is a very bad idea, she was very sure of that, but something told her to do it.

When her fingers brushed those sigils, well. . .Somehow she’d managed to stumble into one of the other chairs as images and flashes of things to come sped through her mind. Lais didn’t hear ‘Mike’ emerge from the bathroom, she was gone into whatever it was that sent her these visions, or episodes or whatever the fuck was happening to her. Oh, the sight she must have been. Eyes shut tight, one hand to her face, draped carelessly in the chair and her long crimson tresses matting to her neck as she kept muttering about Lucifer and Adam. Adam? Like Adam and Eve Adam? But the face that kept flashing with that name was Mike’s. What the Hell was going on? Who the fuck was Meg? A pale woman with long dark locks kept appearing with this ‘Adam’ as well. Then again, she didn’t want to ask that question. She’d seen enough of Hell in her dreams. Not that Lais remembered everything she saw, maybe that was her mind trying to protect her from all the weird shit happening. Of course, it couldn’t protect her forever.

Rubbing one hand over her face, she reached with her other for the half-empty pack of Marlboro Blacks on the table. Her hand shook as she brought it to her lips. The lighter didn’t want to cooperate and she nearly threw it across the room in frustration. Sweat glistened on her face as she pushed her long bangs back and finally managed to light her cigarette. As she exhaled a plume of pale smoke, she realized she wasn’t alone anymore. “Did I say anything?” she managed to get out, her heart pounding in her throat. She hated when this happened. And she couldn’t remember anything except two names. All the faces and the woman from her vision, all gone. “Lucifer. Adam. Like Adam and Eve? I thought that was a story. Fuck. Whatever. I never know what half this shit going on means anymore. I hope you don’t mind,” the redhead said as she motioned with her lit death stick. “It’ll steady my hands and I’m sure you don’t want me stitching you up with shaky ones.” 

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Bright lights,strange encounter||Jace & Lais

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jacemadox:

“Well around here,there’s plenty of weird things to be found,trust me I see a lot of strange things in the bar I work at”.Jace said before letting a chuckle fall from his lips. 

Jace stayed quiet as he listened to what she was telling him as he let the rim of his glass rest at his pierced lips. The words she was saying were all too real for him,Lucifer,Angels,Hell,all those words he heard more than once a week. “I believe you Lais I really do,all of them things are quite real”. He took the glass from his lips and sighed a little. “Do you know how I got out of the hospital”.He knew the truth might shock her,but if she knew what he was,he could help her a lot.

“No. I don’t know how you got out of the hospital. Did they not let you out?” she asked, and immediately knew that they hadn’t. Lais chewed her lower lip and patted her pockets. Finding what she was looking for, she held up the half empty pack of cigarettes. “You mind?” she asked, her other hand fishing a lighter from another pocket as the redhead pulled one death stick out and held it between her teeth. She was curious to know how he had gotten out. And how was it that he believed her? What had happened to him? How was he a part of this?

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sweetcandytrickster:

“Much rather go with good news. It means my lovely little ass stays alive,” he joked. “Oh sweetie. I’m on the side of humanity believe it or not.,” he scanned her with his eyes before holding out his hand, “they call me Gabriel.”

“Humanity? Why do I have a hard time believing you?” The redhead eyed his hand for a moment before taking it. “G-Gabriel? As in. . But. . .” Lais had gotten a dream, flashes of what had led up to the current apocalypse. “How?” she asked quietly as she took her hand back. “It’s. . .Glad to see you up and around then,” she said with a smile. He wasn’t a foe. It was good to know this.

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“Acti—” Lais’s eyes widened as she backed away. “Which side are you on?” Obviously the redhead hadn’t seen the angel in front of her in her visions before.

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“I’m on the side of humanity,” he paused watching her not recognise him. “I guess I haven’t appeared in your visions…That could either be good news for me or bad news.”

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“Why don’t we go with good news?” Lais sighed. “So which side are you on? You didn’t answer the question before.”

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“What did I say?” Lais hated these moments, whatever these flashes were that she’d see again and again. Thing was, half the time she didn’t know what she said.

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“Oh, you said a lot.” he chuckled under his breath. “Enough that I know you’ve been activated.”

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“Acti---” Lais’s eyes widened as she backed away. “Which side are you on?” Obviously the redhead hadn’t seen the angel in front of her in her visions before.

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sweetcandytrickster:

“What did I say?” Lais hated these moments, whatever these flashes were that she’d see again and again. Thing was, half the time she didn’t know what she said.

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sweetcandytrickster:

“Please stop talking.”

Lais lowered her hands from her head and frowned. “Sorry. Was I speaking aloud?”

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give me a hand back down/closed starter/lais

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toclimbbackagain:

Adam only hums in response, not offering his own place of origin, and follows Lais up the stairs.  He eyes the environs of the hotel as they move, wondering how hard it would be to scam a room for the night.  This train of thought is derailed when they reach her room, and Adam follows her in, gaze following her motion in the direction of the bathroom.  "Thanks.  A shower would be great.“  He lets his backpack slip off of a shoulder to fall into a chair and draws the now-soaked shirt away from the wound on his neck.  

"Oh, yeah.  Right.”  Grateful that Lais took the time to warn him before approaching - who knows what he might’ve done instinctively, otherwise - Adam tilts his head to the side, exposing the wound.  While it’s still seeping blood, it’s healed enough to not appear very deep.  "I don’t know if you’ll need to bother with stitches, it doesn’t feel that bad to me.“

Lais slowly moved forward, eyeing his wound and noting that it didn’t look deep enough to have produced as much blood as it had. “You’re right. I’ll check it again after your shower, just to make sure. That and to band-aid you up.” The redhead smiled slightly and stepped away from him. “Right. So go ahead and help yourself to the shower.” Lais gave a small smile and went over to her pile of clothes, trying to make the room a bit more presentable. She had kept a do not disturb sign on the door so the bed was still tousled from the previous night’s. . .activities. 

Pulling her long tresses back, Laisandra began unpacking her first aid kit, glad to do something that felt familiar for once. The last few months had been a whirlwind of weird. Not that her life before had been all that normal. But nothing had been strange to this magnitude before. Shaking her head, she pulled herself from the edge of that dark abyss where all her memories lived. It wasn’t a place she liked going, much less with other people around. 

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give me a hand back down/closed starter/lais

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toclimbbackagain:

This time, he does manage a snort of amusement when Lais claims she can take care of herself - once, Adam would have said the same of himself - but, not to seem disparaging, he adds:  "Yeah, looks like you probably can.  I appreciate the offer, but it’s really not necessary.“  However, the moral advantage of her argument is pretty good, and getting cleaned up wouldn’t be a bad idea.  He’s been on the road, walking and hitch-hiking, off and on for quite a while now; the last place he stayed more than a night was somewhere near Detroit.  So when Lais presses the point again, and especially at the mention of ‘Doctor’s orders’ - a phrase he heard many times from his mother growing up - he gives in.  Surely it won’t hurt to stop for a while, and maybe Lais can direct him to somewhere to stay.  "All right.  Since you insist.”  

Pulling his backpack on again he follows after her, still holding his injured arm close.  There might be a tiny hairline fracture, but even if there is, he’s sure it’ll heal overnight - at least all the time he spent in Hell had some advantages, if not enough to outweigh or even the bad.  When Lais turns to face him at the entrance of the hotel, Adam lifts his eyebrows to show his curiosity.  "You’re not from here either?“  The 'either’ kind of slips out, and he explains: "I just got into town tonight.”

Lais shrugged. “Nope. I’m from the west coast. Washington, actually.” A small smile played over her lips as she turned and walked into the building, headed for the stairwell. She hated elevators. Moving at a brisk pace, she started for the fifth floor. Exiting the stairwell she walked the hall to her room and stopped outside the door for him to catch up as she unlocked it. 

Pushing it open, she ran a hand through her crimson locks and entered the room, eyes scanning the area to see if she had left anything potentially embarrassing out. “So, Mike, the shower’s through there. Get cleaned up and I’ll get you stitched back together. You gonna be alright?” she asked as she picked up her discarded clothing from the previous night and put them on top of her suitcase. “I should check out how deep the cut is first.” It had been a while since she’d practiced. Chewing her lower lip, Lais walked closer to him, unsure how’d he react to her trying to check out his wound. 

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give me a hand back down/closed starter/lais

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toclimbbackagain

Adam gives something like a smile, though he can’t quite work up to any real expression of amusement.  "I went through two and a half years of pre-med; I’d have to be even dumber than I am to not remember a carotid artery.“ He draws the fabric away from his neck and wipes his hands perfunctorily, then reaches up to feel at it again.  The wound is still open, still oozing, but he thinks it’s a little less than before.  

Replacing the shirt, he nods in a sort of greeting.  "Don’t think I’ve ever met a Lais-like-lace before.  I’m Michael…Mike, if you prefer.”  Really, he should have thought up a fake name before this, but he doesn’t question the one that comes automatically - no matter how grimly amused by it he is internally.  "Do you invite home every guy you find getting stabbed in an alley?“  The offer of a first aid kit and hot running water sounds nice, but he temporizes: just because this woman is human doesn’t mean she’s harmless, and Adam knows that he isn’t the best houseguest right now, what with his tendency to accidentally blow things up.  Not to mention possible visits from the Lord of the Underworld, and anyone else that might be after him.

“That could do it.” Lais laughed and shook her head, pushing her fiery locks back once more. “Nice to meet you, Mike. And no, I really don’t. But usually I have some sort of first aid kit with me. Besides, I’d feel really guilty if I just left you here bleeding in an alley when I could help. Plus, I can take care of myself.” It was true, she really could. While she didn’t have any powers, she was physically fit and had size on her side. Sighing, she shoved her hands in the pockets of her snug black jeans. “Come on, Mike. Doctor’s orders. Let’s get you cleaned up and stitched back together.” The redhead smiled and motioned for him to follow her as she turned on the heel of her boot and started for the mouth of the alley. She hoped he would follow, something told her he was important. Without looking back, she started up the half-block to the hotel she was staying at. Lais hadn’t been sure how long she was staying in town, so she hadn’t bothered finding a place yet. At the door of the building, she finally turned to see if he followed.

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Bright lights,strange encounter||Jace & Lais

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jacemadox

“Well New York is probably going to add to the weirdness in your life,things can be really strange around here”.He said with a chuckle,he never knew a stranger place than New York,he couldn’t get away from the crazy. “Well maybe something brought you here,was it me,because not many people know I live in NY”

“I’ve heard a lot of strange things,try me”.He said before he took a small sip of his drink that was resting on the bar next to them. “I know more than you might think,which means I know a lot”

“I’m not sure that’s possible, more weirdness that is.” Lais smiled sadly. “I think you were, Jace. Strange as it is. I think you were one reason I was led here.” The redhead held a finger up to him and motioned the bartender over. She rarely drank, but this talk meant she would need one. When the vodka soda was secure in her hand, she took a few sips to gather her bravery and began.

“I was at the hospital and it was. . .bizarre to say the least. Since then, I’ve had these like. . .these visions. This man, he’s apparently Lucifer, he’s free. There are these two men that thwarted the apocalypse apparently and put Lucifer back into Hell. He’s not happy. And there’s this demon that is trying to be in control. Also there’s this angel with those two and an archangel that was trapped in Hell with Lucifer. And things are very weird and I keep seeing them when I’m asleep or even if I’m awake. I thought maybe I was losing my mind but I think it’s real. I don’t know.” Lais cringed and slowly raised her gaze to the other man to see if he believed her or not. How could he? She sounded like an delusional zealot.

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give me a hand back down/closed starter/lais

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toclimbbackagain

Hearing a new set of footsteps approaching, Adam straightens up, inwardly cursing himself for not having a weapon closer to hand than what’s stuffed in his backpack.  Idiot mistake.  He swings the bag off his left shoulder and takes the hand away from his throat, but is barely in the process of getting it open when the woman comes into view.  Freezing, he eyes her like he’s not sure what language she’s speaking, or even what species she belongs to, but it only lasts a few seconds; he can tell, somehow, that she’s human and doesn’t have an ulterior motive.

It’s unnerving to know something without knowing how he knows it, but he’ll go with it for now.

Relaxing from his tense stance, Adam nods, then realizes that’s a stupid response.  He can feel the blood washing down his neck and coating his hands, obviously he’s not okay.  "Uh…not as bad as he meant to, I think.“  Forgoing a weapon, he drags an old shirt from his backpack to press against his neck instead.  "He was holding the blade too far down to get my carotid, and he didn’t cut real deep.”  Which isn’t entirely a lie, and he can already feel the severed skin starting to knit.  "Thanks, though.“

“Well I’m glad you know where your carotid is. Look, how about we get you cleaned up? The place I’m staying isn’t far from here and that doesn’t look like nothing to me.” The redhead sighed as she stepped a little closer,  seeing the dark liquid that was trailing down the back of his neck. “My name’s Lais like lace,” she offered, using her usual greeting. Yet another day that she was cursing her parents for the long name they had given her. Which she always immediately regretted. Pushing thoughts of her demented childhood away, she focused on the male in front of her. It wasn’t like her to just offer her bathroom to a stranger, but that feeling that brought her to New York was telling her to help him. She thought of it as a feeling since she wasn’t sure what else to call it right now.

The entire situation frightened her. It made her feel helpless in a way that she wasn’t used to. Dreams, or rather nightmares, filled her nights and even some waking moments as well. They were horrid things that she wish were just her imagination. These visions would blend together with the worst of her memories and lead to sleepless nights such as this. Pushing her thoughts away once more, she turned her attention back to the other person in the alley. “You really should let me take a look at that. Come on, I have a first aid kit and hot running water.”

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give me a hand back down/closed starter/lais

dr-lais-b

Adam had chosen the time for his entrance into the city carefully; he’s still not comfortable around large crowds of people, and he doesn’t desire to see what havoc his unpredictable new ‘powers’ might wreak if he gets too anxious.  It’s after one AM when he reaches the more populous areas, and there are still enough civilians on the streets to ensure that he negotiates a labyrinthine path through alleys and down narrow one-way streets while searching for somewhere inconspuous to stay.

The thing about alleys is that while they’re less likely to have people in them, the people that are in them are usually there for a reason.  

It shouldn’t come as a surprise when Adam is set upon from a blind spot as he turns a corner, but it does.  He gets a vague sense of someone tall and burly without much else as his right arm is grabbed and a knife placed in the vicinity of his throat.  There’s an almost unintelligible accented threat and an increase of pressure that sends Adam stumbling back into a wall before he collects himself: then he lunges forward into the knife, which disconcerts his attacker, and shoves a hand against the other man’s chest.  It isn’t a very forceful push.  Still, Adam feels a collarbone snap under his fingers and the would-be mugger falls away, wrenching Adam’s arm in the process.  Coming to an abruptly painful stop against the opposite building, the man seems to decide it’s past his bedtime after all and skitters off, leaving Adam to lean into the wall and press his left hand against the shallow, already mending cut on his neck, holding the right arm gingerly to his body and glowering at it, as if this will help it heal faster.

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Lais rubbed her temples as she walked along the sidewalk. Another vision, yet another group of people that thought she was insane. Cringing, she walked faster, her hands dropping to pat her pockets in search of her half-empty pack of death sticks. Pushing her crimson locks back with one hand, she pulled the pack from her pocket with the other. Black lacquer decorated fingers opened the pack and retrieved one of the sticks, sliding it between her dry cracking lips.

Her face was illuminated for a moment as she lit the tip of the cigarette clutched between her lips, inhaling briefly before sliding the pack and lighter back into her pocket. A pale almost invisible plume of smoke escaped her lips as she rubbed her tired green eyes. The sound of a struggle grabbed her attention and had her steering her feet towards that alley. Suddenly a figure came skittering out and she braced herself, but was left unbothered. Frowning, Laisandra walked into the alley, her eyes adjusting to the lack of light. There was an injured man. Dropping her lit cigarette to the ground, she stomped it out with her boot and moved forward a little. “Hey, are you alright? It’s okay. . .I’m a doctor.” Or I was. She didn’t say it, but she wasn’t sure what the Hell she was anymore. “Did that guy hurt you?”

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Chubby Bunny || Lais & Lottie

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hunterlottie:

“I volunteer!” Charlotte giggled holding a massive bag of marshmallows. “Just don’t judge, how much I can fit in my mouth.”

“I’m sure it’ll be a close competition then. I can fit quite a bit in my mouth too,” Lais said with a wink before dissolving into laughter. The redhead shook her head and opened her own bag of marshmallows. “Bring it!” Stuffing one large marshmallow into her cheek, she grinned and said, “Chubby Bunny.” 

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Workout time.