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Beau Leroy Leblanc | 24 | White Witch | Resident at Lenox Hospital

[whitewitchbeau]

hawthorne-investigations:

Jameson Leroy.

An eruption of laughter burst through her head as Dorian finally broke his silence. It was so fierce and so sudden that it managed to slip through her lips in a soft chuckle. Caitlin quickly got a hold of herself but it didn’t matter. It doesn’t erase the fact that Jameson’s brother had managed to stumble into her firm on pure happenstance. 

She tried to speak. Once. Twice. She failed both times. On third she managed to say:

“I think there are a few serial killers named Jameson. There was that one activist in Chicago, but you’re right… not a lot…”

Her throat was suddenly dry. Jameson’s brother. Here to stay the fuck away Jameson. She didn’t believe it. Beau possesses none of the sharp cruelty of Jameson. Kind eyes, warm posture. This kid wasn’t a sociopath.

Unless -

Caitlin sat up and narrowed her eyes. What were the chances of this boy being no different than Jameson? After all, once upon a time, hadn’t Jameson trapped her with the nectar of a sweet smile and a boyish design? Trust no one Caitlin.

She was almost tempted to ask him that riddle, the one that is supposed to detect whether or not someone is a sociopath. ‘A woman goes to her sister’s funeral.’ But Dorian’s laughter had stopped and it caught her attention.

< Let me speak to him Cassandra >

‘No.’ She thought and immediately she held tight. There was no version in which that ended pleasantly. Caitlin didn’t know much, but she was certain of that. 

< No? What do you mean no? >

‘No.’

< I want to speak to my goddamn kin Cassandra >

And then, it was like getting hit by a train. She was rocked out of control of her body and up stepped Dorian. The shift took no more than five seconds.

“Le Blanc.“ Dorian enunciated the words, breaking the quiet of the room. He didn’t care about maintaining pretenses or the stakes they held so quickly the facade fell away. 

“Not Leroy. Did you change your name to distance yourself from your family? Your mother’s maiden name perhaps? But why? And that is an excellent line of questioning - why weren’t you killed in the first place? This man liberates you from the oppression of your parents and grants you and your sister life... have you ever taken the time to consider why he didn’t just slaughter you? It’s not from lack of capability because he is obviously capable. Maybe he thought you were deserving of life and that you were meant for so much more.”

For Dorian this was a reunion. His own blood ran through the veins of his young man. Sure he’d chosen Jameson and held him above all, but there was no denying the power blood had over Dorian. There was nothing greater than blood.

“Tell me a little bit more about yourself though. What is it that you do these days Beau Leroy? Is your sister Aislinn here with you?”

Beau waited, figuring Caitlin might offer him condolences, the normal reaction, or at least a preliminary pricing. Instead she muttered his last name like she was eating it. There was something ... strange. He couldn't put his finger on it, but it set the hair on the back of his neck dancing. Jameson. That's who it reminded him of. It was that way of talking that he'd slip into sometimes. It made no sense, but he was already getting ready to run.

He didn't even really pay attention to the questions, which were getting more and more disturbing and far too aware of his past, until Caitlin mentioned his sister. He'd never mentioned Aislinn, he didn't want to involve her. And he'd certainly never said her name. He tilted his head and tried to breathe normally. "You ask a lot of questions about me for someone who’s supposed to find my brother." There was no sense denying it right now. Focus on getting away, then deal with whatever fall-out there would be. Christ, he'd been so careful, picking someone known for understanding the supernatural. Jameson must have gotten to her first. Could his brother be that paranoid, that he'd contact every investigator in the city? It's what Beau would have done if he were insane and a sociopath, so probably. Shit. 

"You know, thinking it over, I don't think I really can afford you. This was stupid. I'd better just go and spend that money on guns or something. You know, the American way."

[whitewitchbeau]

calxrhodes:

“Seriously? Keep your voice down!” Calypso hushed the guy, pulling him down behind the crates she had been hiding behind. “What are you doing here?!” She whispered, loud enough for the boy to hear her. She had been watching this guy, tracking him for the NYPD on suspicions for human trafficking. She had not anticipated someone to walk into the scene like that.

Beau ducked behind the crates and noticed that he was standing next to what was almost definitely a cop, even if she was in plain clothes. Well, fuck. “Sorry, I didn’t realize there was a meeting of whatever the fuck this is, you should really have sent me a memo, maybe a text message, an e-mail!” He peeked over the crates and then ducked back down. “That man had better be the greatest littering mastermind, because otherwise I’m pretty sure you are super underprepared here!”

[whitewitchbeau]

kanedavenport:

                 “Dead vampire. Well, very dead vampire — without  its head as you can see. Wanna play soccer with it?? The head I mean.”

“What? No! In what universe is that a sane reaction? What the fuck is wrong with you?”

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bloodied-thorne:

Alexander rolled his eyes, he hadn’t planned on being found this evening, his body covered in blood from the belt up as he was on his knees in the ally behind the bar, three bodies surrounding him all covered in twenty plus slash and stab wounds, Alexander looked up at the boy with a wicked smirk as he slowly raised up off his knees “ It called stress relief. “ Alexander said heartlessly

Beau wasn’t as skilled as his sister when it came to researching magic, but the stuff he did know, he was good at. Years of paranoia would do that to you. He flung up a shield with a command and wind skittered down the alley, shoving the man against the nearest wall. Beau started muttering as bits and pieces of metal and trash followed suit, pinning him there. “Don’t you fucking move!”

[whitewitchbeau]

evexofxnight:

Eve raised an eyebrow as something flying towards the rat didn’t even scare it. “No, it’s not a super rat. It’s a New York rat.” She said with a chuckle. “They all look like this. I blame fumes from all of the traffic for their unnatural growth.”

Beau watched it with fascination as it tried to drag a burger down a sewer grate. “Christ, this is better than the Kardashians and I don’t even know why.”

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hunter-haller:

“Hmm. I hadn’t noticed. All alley’s look the same to me. No, never touched the stuff, bit it is the easiest way to get home after work. I don’t think people liked trying to mug me. They end up with broken noises. “

“You really need to work on your alley-judging. I don’t know if there’s a school for that or something, but I recommend looking into it. Look, I’m just trying to be nice here, because you seem like a recent transplant and I’m sure we’d both like it if you survived long enough to become a hardened, jaded local.”

[whitewitchbeau]

magical-addiction:

“You seriously need to stop being so dramatic. Shit happens“

“You seriously need to be more dramatic. Shit like this isn’t supposed to happen, at least not during daylight hours. Even this city has standards.”

[whitewitchbeau]

devcnvale:

                       “Alligator —- you were right the first time. It is the wrong reaction, because she’ll in turn freak out and right now she needs peace and quiet and calm, Beau. You’re safe with me here, trust me on that, okay? She’s fine right now and I want her and you to stay that way. Actually, you could help and maybe shield us from anyone else that might be passing by; if you can.”

“I’m so very proud, that’s just so great to know, thank you so very much. Okay, okay, calm, I can do calm. I can be the most calm person you’ve ever met, especially if I leave. I can be really calm from the other side of town. Hell, I’ll settle for up the god-damn block. I am not going to trust you until there isn’t a major threat to me lizarding near my feet, but I will do anything to make this end faster.” 

[whitewitchbeau]

polar-bear-patisserie:

“A macaroon… Have you never seen one?”

“Not the fucking macaroon, Jesus! Do I look like some kind of bakery-fearing cavedweller who hunts croissants with a spear? I’m talking about the fricken’ parade going on outside!”

[whitewitchbeau]

jace-esquer:

( “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t!” ) Jace groaned, the force of being steered into the apartment jarring his shoulder. ( “Who definitely doesn’t matter - it’s all been handled anyway.” ) He staggered to the bathroom, hand pressed firmly into his shoulder, stopping momentarily to lean against the door frame. ( “You got anything strong to drink in this place? You don’t seem like a whiskey  kinda guy…” )

“I’d appreciate if you didn’t get shot, so it looks like neither of us are gonna be happy today, doesn’t it?” The part about things being ‘handled’ was in no way reassuring. In fact, it was incredibly not reassuring. “Wait, handled how? Like, you handled it, you had someone handle it, the police handled it?” The comment about alcohol made him laugh. “Whiskey? What am I, a 35-year old ad exec trying to impress a model? Jesus, don’t be such a pussy.” He yanked open his bathroom cupboard, which held, in addition to several bottles of medication, a mickey of Everclear. “This is normally my emergency, having an ‘episode’ stash, but I guess I can share with you.”

[whitewitchbeau]

on-pointe-disaster:

Aalis couldn’t help it, her jaw practically hit the bar when she watched what the man who had come to save her do. She could only dream of actually being able to achieve that without bring the whole building down in a blaze. It took her a moment but as soon as she recovered, she was beginning to laugh, “I would love a gin and tonic to try and help with the recovery of that trauma,” she giggled before adding, “though it’s probably me who should be offering you the drink!” 

The bartender finally appeared from wherever it is bartenders disappear to. Beau assumed there was some kind of bar-specific magic involved. “One G and T, one Guinness, please.” He turned back, shrugging. “It was nothing.” Pausing, he added, “okay, it took an insane amount of time to teach myself to do that, so it wasn’t nothing, but still, I have definitely used it for much less noble causes.”

[whitewitchbeau]

- Are you happy with your current job? - Did you have any previous jobs? What were they and what did you do?

I don’t know if you know how a residency works, but you basically let a hospital work you like a dog, under the constant fear that you’ll fail and never get to be a doctor, or I don’t know, kill or permanently maim someone or something, all while the other doctors treat you like garbage because you don’t yet have the letters MD attached to your name. I do like working in pediatrics though. The kids are great. I mean, even when they’re not, and they can be obnoxious little shits, they’re way easier to appease than the adults that come to the hospital.

[whitewitchbeau]

- What is your earliest memory that you can remember?

Technically, my earliest memory that I remember is the only earliest memory, since if I couldn’t remember it, it wouldn’t be a memory. But anyway, my first memory is drowning. Well, not like, actually dying drowning, but I fell off a dock at the cabin when I was two. I don’t remember that part, but I remember being under the water and staring up, watching hands coming down to pull me out. I don’t remember what happened after that, or before it, or why I was even on the dock, but yeah. Guess it stuck with me. 

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michaelxryder:

Michael stared, occupied by the same thought the other had. ‘What the fuck was that.’ Though an answer hadn’t come so far. “Abstract art?”

“I’m pretty sure abstract art doesn’t eat pigeons. Though, holy shit, if it does, we are fucked cuz there are a lot of fucking galleries in this town, and I’m pretty sure it won’t stop at pigeons.”

[whitewitchbeau]

hunter-haller:

“ So you’re not used to people just hanging out in alleys at 3 am?”

“Uh dude, this is not just an alley, this is a crack alley. I can tell from the literal crack vials under my feet. Are you just the world’s tidiest crackhead, or do you just have a fetish for getting mugged? Cuz you can get mugged in Times Square, and get your picture taken with Captain America, so that seems like a better option.”

[whitewitchbeau]

devcnvale:

                  “Shh —- she’s sleeping. Needs to heal and don’t worry, she won’t hurt you; not while I’m here.”

“That is an alligator. Or a crocodile, I’m not really sure, I didn’t wanna be a vet, but I’m pretty sure it’s a very large reptile, and it is like, alive and within fifty feet of me and I don’t think me freaking out here is the wrong reaction.”