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"I don't want to wear it!" Dorcas growled groggily at the orderly, attempting to throw the gown in his face but it didn't even reach the end of the bed. Dorcas groaned, the potion she'd taken to reduce the pain was making her a little drowsy, or perhaps it was all the blood she'd lost. Whatever it was, she had been pumped full of potions that were supposed to be doing all manner of things from replenishing her blood to stopping her pain. Dorcas was fairly certain that she hadn't taken a sleeping potion because otherwise she'd be ...

Dorcas woke up feeling much like she had the last time she'd woken up. Her head was a little spacey and she felt as though she'd missed a large portion of time. She had no idea what time it was but she laid there for a moment in her private room, listening to the sounds coming from outside of her door. The curtains were drawn across the window into the room and the room door was shut, but there was still enough sound that Dorcas knew that it was daytime. Hospitals weren't this busy in the middle of the night. How long had she been out for?

Eventually Dorcas sat herself up in bed. She was feeling better, although she suspected the blood replenishing potion was to thank for that. She looked down and saw that she was in one of the horrible, itchy gowns that the hospital staff always insisted that she wear, but there was nothing that was going to keep the bloody thing on Dorcas. Turning to sit on the edge of the bed, Dorcas pulled the hospital gown off and made her way to the ensuite. She relieved herself and showered, noticing the gashes over her left arm. They looked deep and raw but at least they weren't bleeding or scabbed over, the skin had been fixed but it didn't look too pretty. Dorcas didn't care too much. She looked down to where the pole had been sticking through her abdomen. There seemed to be no trace of it at all. She ran her fingers gently over the spot and there was nothing. Not even a bump. Dorcas looked back to her arm, a slow realisation washing over her that the werewolf scratch was going to be a permanent reminder of last night. She sighed, recalling the werewolf had also torn its claws across her back. Well, shit.

Dorcas dried off and wrapped herself up in the towels. She took a peek in the bathroom mirror at her back, and sure enough, over her right shoulder blade, leading diagonally down to the left, was a broken scratch mark left by her werewolf pal. Dorcas looked at it for a bit. It wasn't as dark looking as her arm, but it was certainly noticeable. Well, shit again.

Dorcas left the bathroom and started looking around the room. There cupboards were either empty of full of medical supplies like bandages. She could see that the chairs were empty and there were no signs of any bags anywhere, so what happened to her clothes? Dorcas recalled she'd been topless arriving at the ministry, and that the break in the claw marks on her back were probably from where her bra had been. Her trousers were probably muddied and covered in her own blood, so there was no chance of finding those so she had only one option, "Can I get some damned clothes?" She yelled, walking out of her room, wrapped only in the white towel from her shower and another towel wrapped around her hair, sitting on the top of her head.

Tag: Dorian Michael Humbert
Notes: <3
Outfit: A fluffy white towel around her body and one around her hair on top of her head!

Dorcas scoffed. Her? A rich person? Hell no. Even though she was married to Rodolphus, she didn’t consider herself rich. “Hell no, not like this.” She said, waving a hand around at Leo’s extravagant place, “Are you?” She asked, curious now, “Don’t tell me you’ve got booze hidden down your jeans.” She said, looking down, not minding if there was something in there for her.

Tag: Jonathan James Townsend
Notes: <3
Outfit: Summer fling don't mean a thing

Perks? Dorcas leant back in her seat and looked him over as he flashed his chest a little more. He seemed as though he was fit enough but he would look much, much better wet. "Not bad." She smirked. Johnny stood up and offered his hand. Dorcas took it and he pulled her up from her seat rather effortlessly, but she was small, it wasn’t hard to pull her around, she even liked the little flourish of a twirl that he added. “If there's one things I've learnt about all these rich people it's that there's always booze near by,” She said, looking at Leo’s home, taking it in a little more, looking for cupboards that might have the good stuff hidden away inside.

Tag: Jonathan James Townsend
Notes: <3
Outfit: Summer fling don't mean a thing

Johnny brought up that she hadn’t been to see him in a while and Dorcas smirked, he was such a professional when she’d brought the cats in, but now he was playful and Dorcas liked that, “Well my other vet has so many more … perks,” She shrugged her shoulder, “A woman has needs.” Dorcas had all kinds of needs, but the Lestrange vet only looked after the animals, her own physical needs were met elsewhere. "Say, where can a woman with needs get a drink around here?" She asked, looking about, telling herself she couldn't be getting too drunk but who knew how she'd end up.

Tag: Jonathan James Townsend
Notes: <3
Outfit: Summer fling don't mean a thing

Three? Of course she'd had a few before coming out. What the real question was, was why hadn't Dorcas? "So what you're saying is I've got a bit of catching up to do?" She said with a smirk, "No problem." Dorcas waved the bartender over while finishing the last few drops of her cocktail. "Two more, make 'em strong, and four shots of tequila." Because tonight was all about having fun, "I'm going to be shitfaced." She warned Tersha, but she needn't have bothered, Tersha would have already known.

Tag: Tersha Alara Knight & anyone else that fancies tagging along!
Notes: <3
Outfit: Mummy to be!

Well, shit. That had not been the plan. Not at all. A topless Dorcas, wearing only a simple black bra, limped through the woods, her feet dragging up damp earth, kicking up the smell of dirt as her blood left a trail behind her, near invisible to a human eye but a shining beacon to a werewolf. Gasping with each strained step, Drocas' hand pressed around a rusty metal rod that had been jammed into her abdomen, well rather that she had been jammed onto it, either way, it was not an ideal situation. The rusty smell from the pole was almost indistinguishable from her blood, the smell of the woods was lost to her. Had Dorcas had her wand, she would have apparated away from the pitch black forest immediately, but she'd dropped the blasted thing and was headed back to that location to look for it and get the hell out of the damned forest. Dorcas had managed to clock the werewolf good and proper with a rock, it had taken a good couple of hits but she was sure she hadn't been bitten. After it had laid still she'd run, leaving it laying in a ditch that she'd then had to climb out of with a fucking rod through her abdomen, and her arm bleeding to hell, as well as all the other scrapes and damage done to her in the fight. Dorcas knew she didn't have much time and she looked around for any signs of familiarity. She found her top, torn to shreds and caught on a dying bush. "Lumos." She called with far more power in her voice than she thought herself capable of considering she was in some seriously bad shape. The wand tip lit up, shining a bright beam of light from beneath dirt, sticks, and fallen leaves. Everything in this place was dying, but Dorcas damn well refused to be some other dead thing to this forest tonight.

A snarl caught Dorcas' attention as she hurried towards her wand, still limping, still panting, still clasping at the rusty rod. The werewolf was up ahead, on the other side of her wand. It had managed to circle around and get in front of her, or perhaps she was disorientated and it had taken a far more direct route, either way, she didn't much like her odds. Dorcas took a second to gage the distance between herself, her wand and the werewolf. She wouldn't outrun the werewolf so she did the next best thing, "Accio wand." She yelled. The werewolf took off at a run, heading straight for her, looking as though it were chasing the wand that was flying in Dorcas' direction. Dorcas steadied her feet, her hand grasping tighter around her wound in anticipation. The werewolf launched itself at Dorcas, she caught the wand, able to see the yellow of its small eyes as she turned and disapparated, feeling the werewolf claw at her back, ripping through the back of her bra. Dorcas' first though the second she apparated away was the ministry. Naturally she'd thought of St Mungo's but given her weakened state she wanted a destination she had perfectly clear in her mind. The atrium of the Ministry was crystal clear in her mind, she'd seen it nearly ever day for the last twelve years.

Within moments she landed on her feet in the atrium in front of Luka, but she wasn't upright for long, not long at all. A split second later she lurched forward and fell to her knees. She let out a blood-curdlling scream as her arms hit the floor and the metal rod got pushed farther through. She just about managed to hold her body up, not letting it fall completely to the floor. She turned onto her left arm, not sure if her death eater mark had remained hidden by her magic or not. Her right arm, meanwhile, was losing a significant amount of blood, as was her back. She no longer held on to the wound where the rusty metal rod was, instead she passed out, her wand rolling from her fingers.

Tag: Alastor Jude Moody @littlebitchluka
Notes: <3
Outfit: simple black bra- shredded. muddied black leather trousers. flat, black leather boots. whole lotta leaking blood.

Abraxas was kicking her out with his mouth full of doughnut and Dorcas finished her final bite. "What, no lap dance?" She asked. It was a shame he was married and loyal, she'd have enjoyed screwing his brains out in his office.


Tag: Abraxas Corbin Vaile
Notes: <3
Outfit: Worky work