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Derrick Pascal. 22. And at once I knew I was not magnificent High above the highway aisle Jagged vacance, thick with ice I could see for miles, miles, miles

[jade-holloway]

You know what I miss?

[jade-holloway]

[She shakes her head, smiling.] No, it’s nice to have someone to talk about this, actually. I don’t like to talk about Jeremy with therapists—well, I don’t like to talk to therapists, period—and it’s not like I can talk to him about this stuff.

[derrick-pascal]

Well you can always talk to me, love, if you need it. 

How are things otherwise? Miss Carrington yet? And by that I mean, do you miss him, not are you Miss Carrington, because that would be bloody weird. [he chuckles. He'd heard from Wes, eventually, that Dante was currently in the states taking seminars, which was predictably pretentious and sort of made Derrick laugh. But oddly, he found as the weeks went by, he was missing the man's sour expression and dry tones more and more.] 

[kat--kennedy]

You just… get used to it? Like.. sudden outbursts and shit? That happens? [A million questions come pouring out of Kat’s mouth as soon as he answers, her curiosity easily getting the best of the outspoken girl. Plus, it could kind of have something to do with her and her typical ‘outbursts’. Was there others here just like her?]

[derrick-pascal]

Well, I don't know about outbursts, persay... [he thinks, however, fleetingly on Jason's attempted escape. Bailey's fire. London's revenge. Those had certainly been outbursts. But not quite in the realm of what Derrick had been talking about so he believes it better left unsaid.] It's just that sometimes the halls are dead quite, people keeping to themselves and whatnot, other times there's an influx of new patients or just a rush of energy. Just... [he shrugs] waves. 

[walker-jay]

Everyone better have missed me.

[walker-jay]

Ya still could have gone down there and confronted him but ya didn’t. So shut up and swallow my compliment, [Jay smirked, quickly realizing how dirty and sounded and chuckled] 

How are ya guys? Doin’ well I reckon?

[derrick-pascal]

[He laughs] Alright, alright. Blimey, forceful little bugger, yeah? 

We're... [he grins] Well, he's lovely. We're lovely, thanks... Things have sort of relaxed recently, which is a bit of a relief after the whirlwind of shite we went through gettin' together. It's easier now, which is nice. Seems ta... fit, you know?

How about you? Any love on the horizon?

[devil-boy-lukas-blog]

I didn’t like it. [he quirks an almost uninterested eyebrow, looking away, glancing to his side] 

See, I’ve never had any real preference nor have I developed opinions on Disney characters so I really can’t contribute to that. 

[derrick-pascal]

[He smirks, and bites back the retort—something about pretty little moans and eager gasps saying otherwise—because it was a long time ago and it had been fleeting, anyhow. And there'd been so much pain between them at the time, that the important thing to be salvaged from that eventful day in the stairwell is the nature of their bond, not the mild arousal of pent up curiosity and aggression.]

No? Oh, you're missing out. I can see you as Cruela. You know, the evil woman with the dog coat.

[purebloodheir]

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[parker-kipling]

[Scout’s attentions, like most days since the incident, had not been top notch. Hadn’t been placed in the right order, in the right places. A detail here, a note there. A lengthy power surge in his place of employment. Little things.

He wanders through the hallway, mindlessly eating an apple before it dawns on him.] It’s fucking dark. Why’s it so fucking dark?

[derrick-pascal]

The lights are out.

[A vague, flicker of a smirk that he tries to hide as long as he can. He glances down, feeling smug and playful]

[sydney--christian-blog]

-Syd was enjoying this weather: the way the clouds harbored over the island, creating a wind that swept up the fallen leaves and bits of dirt. He was watching from his window, his room a mess due to lack of concern towards cleaning it. Papers strewn and the bed undone because at first he debated upon taking a nap. Now he preferred to watch for the rain to make its starting drop -

-He’s not expecting anyone in particular, but as the door opens and a voice slithers along his ear, he smiles. Soon feeling lips upon his neck and his hands clasped together-

I could go for a walk, ya’. I love this bloody fucking weather. Can’t wait til it rains though. This is pussy shite right now.

[derrick-pascal]

[Derrick likes the way Syd folds so easily under his hands, warm and malleable to his touch. He chuckles at the comment, pulling away from his neck to turn him around  in his arms to face him.] Pussy shite? [A raise brow and another laugh] Well if it starts pissin' when we're out there, the only way you'll keep me out is if ya let me shag ya all wet and such behind a tree. [He smirks, taking his hand and gently tugging it towards the door.]

[l-mccall]

When I was seven, I wanted to be a pirate.

[l-mccall]

[Neil wants to choke on the other’s words, but he honestly can’t afford to anymore. Still the images that flood his mind of red hair and blood, blood, too much blood (and poppies, and sunflowers, and concrete, and elephantine faces, until he can’t see straight anymore, as if he ever could.) — are unavoidable. So maybe his hands clench at his sides. Maybe his jaw locks. Maybe his vision swims in that oh-so-familiar, oh-so-constant reminder that he got out alive and she didn’t. He wants to stop breathing, like maybe every breath he’s taken can be exchanged for just a few more of hers. Enough for him to tell her he’s sorry. It’s not like he isn’t already holding his breath.]

Yeah. Feel like that a lot, actually.

[derrick-pascal]

[There's a noticeable stiffness that develops in the man's face and stance and Derrick knows he's struck a chord. He wants to ask but he's not sure if he should.] 

I'm sorry... [it's such a meaningless, stupid thing to say, he realizes]

[jasonthatcherrpg]

God, you guys are annoying.

[jasonthatcherrpg]

No, that’s the point. It is a virus. Nastier than the flu. See, I almost just called you mate. I gotta start wearing surgical masks.

[derrick-pascal]

[He bursts out laughing] Maybe you should. It'll add to the creep factor 110 percent. You could terrify the newbs in all new ways.

[kat--kennedy]

Name’s Kat. [She juts her hand out as a form of greeting, not really sure how to go about introducing herself. A smile crept across her face as she thought of introductions in an asylum. It could be a standard— name, age, disorder, reason for admittance. She thought they should hand out nametags that told you how dangerous everyone was. Like hers would read: Kat Kennedy, I.E.D., with the word ‘caution, level 2’ plastered in big letters above it. It was a funny thought, but it made her curious. Was this guy dangerous too, being up here on level two? Had he hurt people too? But she didn’t ask.] 

Is it always this quiet around here, Derrick?

[derrick-pascal]

Pleasure, Kat. [He grins gently. She seems guarded, somewhat stoic and serious. But really, what were first impressions worth in a place like this? Not much.]

This quiet? [He looks around, even though he doesn't really need the time to think about it at all.] No, [he finally says, glancing back at her with a smirk] It comes and goes in waves. Really unpredictable, ridiculously inconsistent waves. Which, ironically enough, you get used to.

[jade-holloway]

You know what I miss?

[jade-holloway]

Thanks. [Jade smiles at Derrick; the two talk less often than she’d like, being busy with their strict schedules and personal lives, but when they do she feels like he understands her. He was the first person who was kind to her in Belv, and no matter where they left off, they always clicked in an inexplicable way. Which is why, after his assurance that her confession would be in confidence, Jade asks him something she’s been too afraid to ask herself.] I know you’re happy with Oliver, and how upset you were when he left… And I know you’re happy with Syd, too, but…

Do you think it’s better, being with someone like yourself? Angels with angels, devils with devils?

[derrick-pascal]

I... [The question makes him swallow a bit, because it comes with the surfacing of things he's been asking himself for ages.] I think... that... it's about a balance, maybe. Two wrongs don't make a right, and I think me being with someone who was just like me, would be a disaster waiting to happen. Oliver was... perfect to me. And I did sorta see him like an angel, you know? I still do... and I wasn't able to be... well, I was always on edge, with him. I had a hard time accepting myself and... finding a way to not be constantly afraid of snapping him. He was too vulnerable in my eyes... He hated that, but I'll admit I had a hard time not seeing it that way.

Syd's...  different. He hates confrontation for the most part and he's... well he was my best friend. We saw each other as equals and his personality is so out there that I've always been able to be more myself with him, less afraid of hurting him in that way, you know? He's more capable of handling it, I think. I mean, in my eyes, he is, anyway. I'm sure Oliver would disagree... I just... we just have a different relationship. We're more... on par with each other I think, so that's made it easier. I see him as less immaculately innocent, so it's easier for me to not see myself as so terrible in comparison. But he's.. perfect to me in his imperfection, you know? Sorry, I'm blabbering...

[walker-jay]

Everyone better have missed me.

[walker-jay]

[Jay chuckled] Be glad you don’t have to take ‘em. Jesus they’re tough. I had to cut back my hours around here just so that I can focus. 

I heard ‘bout that. I went to see him briefly when he was in the infirmary and I’ve been thinkin’ of ya too. But it is progress mate, good on ya. I mean it too. I know you’ve told me stories and I’m proud of ya. I’ll keep an eye on that creepy fucker, don’t you worry. I told Syd to stay as far away from him as possible. Wish I could tell that to everyone. 

[derrick-pascal]

Oh, I'm plenty glad, mate, don't have to tell me twice. [A smirk]

Well... I meant what I said though, he's been in ISO. Haven't seen him. I'm not as convinced my resistance will last... but I'm going to try. I don't... want to upset Syd.

[laylamansfield]

Mm, but self loathing whining isn’t the same thing as humility. One stems from a hatred of the self, the other from a mature and broad view of the world.

[derrick-pascal]

Huh. That's quite true, I suppose. Touche.

It's not like I ever claimed to be particularly mature or level headed.

[kat--kennedy]

[Kat heard someone approach, but refused to turn to look at them.  She felt nervous enough as it was— mainly due to the fact that she was surrounded with new things, new people, new everything— and it was a bit overwhelming.] How much farther? [She muttered, a tinge of impatience in her voice, her eyes finally rising to meet his.]

[derrick-pascal]

[Okay, so not the warmest of responses, but he tries to give her the benefit of the doubt.] Just... four doors, about. Like, forty paces? [He offers her a weak grin, falling into step beside her and making to show her the way.]

I'm Derrick, by the way. I'm just in 206, so we'll probably be seeing a bit of each other.