Biological mechanics fascinate me

My name is Dr. Charles Pike. If you are in need of medical attention, I will see to your wounds. If you are unfortunate enough to die, well, then your corpse will be used for education purposes.

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It had been quite the expense to get permission to let Arthur go out of the city walls without him, the only stipulation was he was to be placed in the care of a Master. In their many nights alone together, Arthur had told him many things, and though he had not explained the depth of their relationship, he alluded to a relationship with Emrys. As he and Emrys had no allusions about each other, and a somewhat positive relationship--though minimal--he asked, and the old wolf accepted. Arthur was tracking Amelia, for he knew the wolf felt about her the same way he did. perhaps not with the same intensity, but they had forged their family and it had been ripped apart. Arthur understood that. 

Almost two weeks had passed since he’d heard from them, and there was a distinctive letter in the mail. Both Emrys and Charles had agreed that it was a more efficient, less open form of communication. They had a lead, and Arthur had said they shouldn’t move without Charles, that he’d want to be there. his the skin at the edges of his eyes crinkled as he smiled. Arthur knew him almost better than he knew himself.

He packed a bag, got in his car, and got clearance to leave the city. what the city didn’t know is he didn’t have intentions on coming back. Once they had found and recovered Amelia, he and Arthur would take her somewhere she couldn’t be taken again.

They were a family, it was time to live as one, and he didn’t think Covaire could give that to him anymore.

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dahlia–karziuka:

Dahlia pulled open another set of drawers before withdrawing a vial of clear liquid, eyeing the label before clutching it in her hand. Turning back to look at him, she pushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear, smiling at his remark. “As well as I can be,” she shrugged. The man knew of her personal troubles, which thankfully had been stowed away with the attack and its aftermath. As things slowly returned to normal, however, she couldn’t help but feel that her mind was twisting her memories, pairing old nightmares with recent terrors. She had never felt so mortal in a way, like her life was something fragile.

There was something about her that seemed...off. It was natural, though, due to the war that had devastated not only the city, but the minds of those who lived in it. And that wasn’t even taking into account the demons that plagued her. He didn’t bring any of those up, thogh he stopped working on the arm, crossing over to her. It was unprofessional, though he truly didn’t care, coming to a stop just inches from her before resting his forehead against hers. “I do apologise I haven’t made my safety known to you sooner, nor did I call on you. I did not wish to arouse old troubles while you were recuperating from the virus.”

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erebus-richter:

He was passing by the room, just as a little slave backed out in her haste to evade the doctor and his corpse. Cold fingers wrapped around the back of her neck, pulling her out of his path with no small degree of brusque impatience. “You would think they’d be less squeamish, after living through a war in this city.” A brief comment, offered in blunt greeting as he looked towards Charles.

Charles gave the slave girl no nevermind, and he appreciated that she left instead of attempting to engage in conversation. His conversation partner now, however, was much more welcomed. “Some are simply made to exist with weak constitutions, and the horrors they encounter cannot change that.” He paused his work to look up, “Glad to see you’ve survived yet another attempt at destruction.”

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katey-holmes:

“I haven’t.” Her eyes seemed glued to the arm, widened and brimming with consternation. “I’m sorry Sir, I was told to clean this room next. Should I come back some time later?”

Licking his lips, he watched the young woman. “You’re welcome to clean around me, I tend to keep my messes minimal.” the rest of the room was already rather clean, but far be it from him to contradict the orders she had been given.

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atownofmonsters:

“No.” He admitted. He had seen dead bodies on numerous occasions, but he hadn’t seen what came after death. He figured Charles had dissected quite a lot of bodies lately. Especially after all the deaths. “You’ve been busy, haven’t you?” He looks towards the hand on the pan before looking back towards the body. “Can I help?”

Honest, he appreciated that. “And now you have,” the tone wasn’t rude, though his normal speech was a bit blunt. He hadn’t seen Calen since his shoulder wound had stopped requiring physical therapy, but he was glad to see he’d made it out of the attack alive. “Incredibly. All work and no play, you know,” he said, smirking. At the question, he tilted his head. “If you’d like to. Fetch yourself some gloves from that box over there.”

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Flay You Alive.

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stimuli-x:

      “I’ve seen quite a few things, actually…” her voice raises lightly, her eyes examining the arm with an obvious interest. Something buried deep inside of her, when Castalia was young and in the care of her parents, she had always expressed an interest in anatomy and medical procedures. Likely because she was a child mistress, growing to take her own place in Covaire. Though she cannot fully remember these times.

     “–a deceased wolf? How did they die?”

A young woman interested in that which disgusted the average human regardless of sex. He was intrigued, especially since she said she’d seen many things before. “It’s curious, though he appears to have died from wolfsbane poisoning, his hands were utterly unaffected.” Charles’ tone was both clinical and like a young, fascinated child. “See here, where the wrist connected to the hand, the small marks as though something had impeded it. There was no jewelry on the wolf, nor marks that any was ever worn. No jewelry treated in any way I’m aware of would have staved off the discolouring effects that wolfsbane has on a wolf’s blood and tissue at time of death, so...what caused it?” He had to find out., both the answer to his question, and just how far this young woman was willing to go, just how strong a stomach she had.

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rileyjenson:

“…….That is so gross, dude.” He grimaced at the sight, “What the fuck is the routine autopsy supposed to be? Chopping spare limbs apart?” He try vomited as he took a step back, “No offense, dude, but that reeks…”

how eloquent. “I’ve need to test the arm and the hand separately. One appears to be suffering from the effects of death by wolfsbane, yet the other remains unaffected, and I’d like to know why.” this is why not everyone was cut out to be a doctor. “take some of that ointment there and put it under your nose if you intend to stay.” he motioned towards the small jar of vaporub, standard issue in any morgue.

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dahlia–karziuka:

She hadn’t expected to find him in the surgical suite. Dahlia’s breath caught in her chest at the sound of the knife cleaning cutting through the dead flesh and bone. “I have, of course,” she whispered, exhaling deeply as her surprise faded. Dahlia moved to a supply cart near the door, opening and closing drawers as she searched for the right medication for a long term patient. “Just didn’t expect to run into you…” she added over her shoulder, eyes falling at the memory of when she had last seen him before the attack.

He hadn’t realised who it was at first, and a small smile quirked the side of his lips as he placed the hand into a separate container. “Ah, Dahlia...” though Charles was not one to use first names of most people, no matter his relationship with them, there was something different about her, had been since the moment he met her. “We do both work at the same hospital, it was inevitable. I’m pleased that it was sooner, rather than later.” Their time before the attack had been one of the few good things left, and he clung to it as they worked in the rubble, trying to salvage their lives. “You look well, I’m glad.”

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Putting the hand on a separate pan, the doctor went about dissecting the arm. Until, of course, he heard someone gasp. “It’s routine autopsy work, you’ve never seen something like this, have you?”

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with-a-rebel-yell:

“Maybe you can figure out how to make this heal faster doc?” Jackson asked, though it was less of a question and more of a demand. “I should be healin’ faster.”

He looked at the wolf, face flat, “That you should,” he checked the chart again, “Have they taken blood for testing?” perhaps there was some hunter-related cause to this. 

[ella-adelita]

Get away from me.

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ella-adelita:

Ella watched from the small cot as the door to her cell was opened and the Doctor stepped inside. The last thing Ella wanted was for someone to touch the gouges in her wrists. The throbbing hadn’t quite ceased yet, despite the make shift bandage the guard had wrapped around her wrists. She could try and refuse, but that might cause him to be more forecful in his examination and she just didn’t have it in her. “Fine,” she grumbled as she extended her arms out to him slowly.

There was literally not one ounce of him that gave half a shit about this slave, and yet, his actions seemed like a doctor who cared. He was cautious, slow, as he knelt before her, his movements and touches were gentle. “These bandages could lead to more infection,” he murmured, taking them off as gingerly as he could. “I’ll replace them.” When the wounds were uncovered, his facial expression did not change, though inwardly he was pleased. They required stitches, or at the very least, surgical glue. “Will you let me tend to them?” He would, whatever her response, still do so, but it was polite if he pretended to ask permission.

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with-a-rebel-yell:

“Fuckin’ hate it here.”

“I am certain very few people enjoy forced hospitalisation, Mr. Campbell.” He said, checking the man’s chart.

[ella-adelita]

Get away from me.

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ella-adelita:

“Fine,” she mumbled with closed eyes. If he was a doctor that meant she could trust him and to be honest she didn’t have much fight left in her. Ella wanted to believe he meant well, hoping she wasn’t making a mistake. She shifted slightly in her seat as if getting into a comfortable position would make everything hurt less. 

Nodding at her, the cell door was opened, and he stepped inside. He put his bag down with care, putting on gloves, “I apologise. those wounds look recent, I would like to treat them before your physical, if that’s all right with you.” He was nothing if not respectful. Despite his lack of actual empathy for slaves, or anyone really, he would still pretend. Pretending was simple. 

[ella-adelita]

Get away from me.

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ella-adelita:

It had been a week since Ella had tried to kill herself before the guards had gotten wise and stopped her just in time. Too valuable to bury, that’s what they had said. Shivering in the corner of the makeshift cell, Ella backed away when she heard someone approaching. “If you touch me, I’ll kill you,” she declared with such venom even she believed herself capable of it.

Charles had experienced his fair share of threatening and unruly slaves, but he could easily see this young woman was not capable of such violence. Still, he put on his Bedside Manner, “I apologise, Ms. Adelita, but my job requires me to give you a physical. I will endeavour to be as unintrusive as possible. My name is Dr. Charles Pike, i am a physician.” He hoped giving his profession would set the poor girl’s mind at ease, if only a bit.

[ezra-hemlock]

Blood and Smoke | Open

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ezra-hemlock:

In his state of mind he is feral, a gaunt structure, wild and cruel. Primal wolves don’t abide by laws of man, and like this, the only thing that governs Ezra are deep rooted principles he cannot betray. He stands, almost cold, emotionless and empty as the doctor rests across the room. It’s only when the man begins to say he’ll leave that a sort of wicked grin twists onto his lips, the kind of slow gradual grin you’d find on the Cheshire Cat. There is no good intention behind it. Slow paces bring him closer to the doctor, making sure not to make any swift moves should he cause that knife in his grip to rise.

It’s only when he gets close that smile turns into a sneer, erasing the distance between them so his burning gaze can truly find him. He hates him so much for his profession, his fingers all but twitch to enact some sort of revenge against the surgeons that cut him open.

“You’re not what I’m looking for,” his voice is a low, smooth growl, heavy with its darkness. It wouldn’t be fair to harm Charles without reason, with blind rage for the men who tried to kill him. With a distasteful turn of his features he walks past the doctor.

Though he has felt nothing but anger and vitriol in his interactions with Ezra, the beast standing before him is not he, and Charles is well aware. Though his senses are considered supernatural amongst humans, he knows that the scent of blood in the air can tell him nothing, and that the Wolf can smell things even he himself cannot. In this silent battle of wits, he is outmatched. It would be folly to engage him aggressively, though a small, quiet section of his mind pines for release from the pain of his daughter’s absence. It would be the coward’s way out, and the doctor refuses. 

He is well aware that his pheremones could be giving the wolf a much different story than his projected lack of fear would suggest, and yet he continues, allowing Ezra to invade his personal space until he can feel his breath, hot and sticky, in the air between them. His entire body is still, not wanting to twitch even a muscle to give the wolf the wrong idea. As hated as he knew he was, Charles would not provoke him.

“I see. Very well. Do have a good night, Mr. Hemlock. I hope you find whatever it is you seek.”

[whispersxinxwax]

A splash of Red ::Sebastien & Charles:: [Pre-Event]

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drcharlespike:

-‘nor would I think of treating someone when my treatment was not requested.’-

Manners. This man had them, or at least knew when to keep out of someone else’s business, but that was again, a thing that Sebastien found rare. He gave only a small nod of appreciation at the words, a small smile on his lips as he looked to the man, the doctor, and tried to decide why he didn’t come across as a physician.

Hearing the doctor call him ‘Monsieur Laurent’ he smirked, subtly, quietly snickering, though again, he appreciated the formality, and the little attempt at bringing in his native language. -“The pleasure is mine monsieur. I’m actually glad to meet you, maybe I will need your services at some point. I try never to say never.” he said with a growing smile as he shook the other mans hand and as the slave was brought up, he looked to the body and then to the man. -“Human, though I must admit, if he was a wolf, I would enjoy killing him all over again for his insolence.”

-“Clean up? And I would presume you mean body disposal, rather than reaching for a mop and bucket to help with spilled blood?” he asked, teasing in his tone as he nodded -“Feel free to take what you want, necrophila is not my thing.” he was still teasing, but he had to wonder if it was the doctors, as now, he was starting to get a strange vibe from this man that made him think more of a grave robber than an actual doctor, though a polite man would never say as much, and Sebastien was brought up to be polite.

“I’m correct in assuming your ancestry, yes?” Charles spoke fluent French, having studied there throughout most of his childhood, but he would not switch languages unless the vampire chose to. A smile ghosted across his lips, “If that should occur, I would be more than happy to help however I’m able.” This vampire was one of the more respectful he had met, and it pleased him. Too many thought that because of their age or their strength, they did not need to continue using common courtesy. It disappointed him.

Clicking his teeth, “Pity,” he would have taken pleasure in watching that. Wolven corpses were much more versatile in his experiments. “Yes, body disposal.” He was not offended, the other’s joking tone easy to hear, but he allowed a look of disgust to cross his features. “Nor am I. I simply require tissue samples for my various experiments.” The doctor did not elaborate, his interests were quite singular, and most did not understand his reasoning, and some of the experiments were meant to be of utmost secrecy, as sanctioned by the King and Alpha. 

“Thank you,” Charles pulled a notebook from his pocket, flipped to a specific page, and read for a moment before closing it up and trading the notebook for a large knife he had strapped to his waist. “The lack of blood left in the body makes for a much cleaner dismemberment, I appreciate that,” his tone, now, was joking as well, though he was truly thankful.

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Blood and Smoke | Open

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ezra-hemlock:

His features remain empty as he regards Charles, looks at him as though he were words on a dull page of a story he never cared for. Ezra’s molten gaze drops only just to watch that weapon get curled around practiced hands, had he been more sound of mind he would strong advise him against using it. Drawing it into this conversation would only entice memories of his Colony’s doctors, their treatment of the mutt similar. He would regard Charles with the same care he gave them: cruel, unholy. 

Enjoying is a term he’d use lightly. The Wolf in him cherished the destruction, his nature was wild and vicious, he’d let this town bite the bullet. The only reason he stayed this long was it served its purpose to him.

Taking a long drag of his cigarette, bloodstained lips leaving their mark on the end, he approaches Charles with an eerie calm. But there is rage still beneath his skin, a monster just looking for a reason to stain its teeth.

This must be the Wolf barely contained in a cage of human flesh and bone. It was not his first run-in with a wolf in the guise of a man, and he understood that it would not be the last, not in this city. Charles’ keeps his grip on the weapon--a silver knife--though it is lowered, at his side. He will not provoke a bloodstained beast. 

As the beast of a man closes the distance between them, he keeps his head straight, arms at his sides. “I will give you no reason to harm me, Mr. Hemlock, and I will leave you to your devices, should you allow me. I apologise for intruding.”