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PASCAL "PACE" EXELTIER. THIRTY-ONE. FAIRY. BARTENDER. ❝ FIREFLY, COULD YOU SHINE YOUR L I G H T? NOW I KNOW YOUR WAYS 'CAUSE THEY'RE JUST LIKE MINE. NOW I'M J U S T I F I E D AS I FALL IN LINE, AND IT'S HARD TO T R Y WHEN YOU'RE OPEN WIDE. FIREFLY, COULD YOU SHINE YOUR L I G H T? NOW I KNOW YOUR WAYS 'CAUSE THEY'RE JUST LIKE MINE. NOW I'M J U S T I F I E D AS I FALL IN LINE, AND IT'S HARD TO T R Y WHEN YOU'RE OPEN WIDE. ❞

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lindyabbott:

Lindy had been reluctant at first to accept the invitation to the party. It’s not that she couldn’t enjoy a good party, because she did. But working in a club multiple nights a week helped her get her fill. Why would she want to spend her nights off in the sort of environment. Still, after everything with Abby, Lindy figured that she could use a night to let loose. And a bonfire in the woods was very different from a night in a club. She personally would have liked another beach bonfire, but understood why this one was in the woods. Still, it was a bit of a relief for her when Pace came up and asked to get out of here. “I’m ready to get out of here.” She replied, draining her own glass and following his lead. “You’re welcome to stay on my couch, you know that.” She probably should have gotten an apartment with a second bedroom, with how often she offered her couch to her friends, but she hadn’t been thinking about that when she picked it out.

Pascal smiled as Lindy replied, happy that she was agreeing with him that they were both ready to leave the bonfire. He watched as she downed the rest of whatever she was drinking and he nodded patiently. “Thanks, Linds,” He said, using a nickname he copped for her awhile back. “I actually don’t mind sleeping on couches,” Pace explained. “They’re definitely more comfier than floors,” He joked and then glanced around before beginning to walk alongside Lindy as they worked on exiting the forest. “...Did you have a good time, though?” Pascal asked about the bonfire they were currently leaving. “It’s nice to kick back and not have to think about work, or just shit going on in our lives, you know?”

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rohan-rowe:

Rohan was sitting at her table, drinking her tea as she scrolled down Tumblr and thinking about how empty her house was. Maybe she should get a fish? Or a cat? No, definitely not a cat. Never a cat. The small bundles of fur with tiny razors for teeth and claws practically sharp enough to tear a man’s jugular terrified her. Maybe she was being a little over dramatic but they were awful. Her train of thought was interrupted by knocks on her front door. “Huh,” she commented softly to herself, looking at the time. It was too late for a delivery of any kind and she wasn’t expecting anyone.

Grabbing a small can of pepper spray from her purse, she carefully opened the door.  She was shocked to see a man bleeding out on her front step. His words shook her from her stupor. “Holy jeez; you’re bleeding a lot. I don’t know who you’re looking for but I have a car. I can bring you to the hospital,” her words were said with a shaky certainty. She was no doctor or anything but she knew he should be treated and soon.

“Yeah, I don’t know if it’s all mine, actually,” Pascal responded sullenly after the door creaked open and Rohan was seen, but it wasn’t the person he was looking for, but that didn’t stop the words from spilling out. “I’m guessing a lot of it’s my own blood, but who can be sure at a time like this?” He suggested ( somehow finding humor at this kind of situation ) and then looked around the outside’s general vicinity. He shook his head and glanced back at Rohan. “No, no hospitals, please,” He said and then sighed and closed his eyes, swaying a bit, only to flash them open again and take a step forward. “You’ve got to help me,” He explained, bordering on pleading with the stranger. “I don’t know how to get home from here, and I just need to get this bullet out. I think I can do it, if you’ve got clean towels and some hot water?” Pace hypothesized, praying that Rohan would do the right thing and supply him with what he needed.

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phoebemurray:

Phoebe, sitting cross-legged on the floor of the Wardwell Shoppe, felt the arrival of the man before she had even heard him knock. She was meditating, like she usually does in the mornings. It was one of the things Evanora had taught Phoebe to do to control her powers. Mediating slowed down her mind, helped her focus in on one thing, and made overall made her powers feel a lot less overwhelming than they usually did. However, this morning, her usually peaceful meditation area was interrupted when she felt a tight pain in her stomach. She cried out, hunching over as she tried to find the cause of the pain. When she lifted her shirt to find no wounds or blood anywhere, she looked around the room confusedly, understanding that this must not be her pain that she was feeling.

A second later, she heard a knock at the front of the Shoppe door. She stumbled her way to her feet, still putting pressure on the place that hurt, and limped towards the door. When Phoebe opened it, a man she vaguely recognized was on the other side. She remembered him as someone she had met in passing. Phoebe had given her business card to him, telling him that if he ever needed help with anything to give her a call. “I meant ― I meant help with therapy, not ― “ The scorching pain in her side kept Phoebe from finishing her sentence. As she felt the man’s man pain grow, Phoebe decided that now was not the time for conversation. She then closed her eyes, took a few deep breaths, and willed the pain to go away, knowing she’d be a lot more helpful if they weren’t both doubled over.

Once she was calmer, and able to stand up straight, she finally took the man in: there was blood all over him and he looked like he was on the verge of passing out. Phoebe quickly hopped into action. She walked to the man and grabbed onto the good side of body, leading him into the Shoppe.

“Okay, the only way I’m going to know how to help you is if you tell me exactly what happened.”

“Well, it might be a little too late for that,” Pascal quipped, sarcastically, as he tried hard not to feel embarrassed for misinterpreting Phoebe’s offer for help as being more than what it was. He was never one to be quite good at social cues. He watched as the witch did what she needed and stole quick glances of the left and the right, but tried to focus mostly on Phoebe. When the time came, Pace let the woman aide him in actually getting into the Shoppe. His jaw was clenched as the pain shuttered through his abdomen. “I can’t—,” He sounded exasperated as he looked around for somewhere to sit. “I can’t tell you everything,” He said. “But if it’s not clear... I got shot, but if you can get this damn bullet out, then I’ll think about telling you what really happened,” Pascal explained before looking back at Phoebe. “...Okay?” He asked for confirmation from her, probably a bit more sternly than he intended, but he was in pain and felt it was warranted.

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TASK .001 → PASCAL’S PLACE

pictured from top to bottom, left to right: home library/study, fairy lights, living room pt 1, living room pt 2, exterior of house pt 1, guest bedroom, fountain, sitting area, table decor, main bedroom, garden, exterior of house pt 2.

Although Pascal hasn’t been in town for that long, just under shy of a year and a half, he’s found a spot that he calls home. It’s a two bedroom house that he purchased when he first moved to West Hollow, OR. He’s converted the extra bedroom into a guest bedroom, but he’s been using it mostly for storage and such, but not to the point where someone can’t stay overnight if they so wish.

Pascal’s favorite room out of his house would have to be his bedroom. That, and the living room, is where he spends most of his time. He also keeps his place rather impressively spotless despite the frequent parties he’s been known to throw. Which was part of the reason he went with his own home instead of renting an apartment or loft; more privacy.

On the walls of his abode, there are many photographs that Pascal has accumulated over time of friends, family, etc. He’s minimalist when it comes to decorating though and enjoys soft tan earthy colors. He also has a garden, a storage shed, a home library, and an attatched garage.

[exceptionals]

me after doing some impulsive shit that i know im gonna regret later: its called being spontaneous

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arielcantrell:

Ariel was resting on the couch, book in their lap and the soft sound of classical music filling the room, when they heard a knock on the door. The sound was loud, seemingly urgent which piqued their interest. They went to the door after resting the book on the table, peaking through the peephole and frowning at the sight on the other-side. It was the fairy they’d met the other day, front soaked with blood. They opened the door a fraction, brow furrowing as they looked at the man. “Well, that’s not exactly what I meant when I offered you help…” The angel said before shrugging, pulling the door open wider so the fairy could come in. “But if you want to try your luck with my limited first aid knowledge, that’s up to you.”

Pascal’s breathing hitched and he sucked in air through his teeth as the door creaked open just the slightest. At first, he wasn’t sure that the other would help him, but Pace figured it would be worth a shot — if not, he’d just simply take care of it himself. He could see Ariel’s expression in the open space of the door and shot them an exasperated grimace at the angel’s words. “Well, coming here was not exactly my first choice either,” Pace commented before entering into Ariel’s homestead. He looked around until he spotted the nearby dining room and sat down at the table before pulling off his own shirt and exposing the hole that the bullet had found it’s place buried needlessly into Pascal’s left shoulder. “I’ll take what I can get, at this point,” He sighed, surprised how well the both of them were taking this situation. “I just need the bullet out. I don’t care if you’re knowledge is limited,” Pace explained. “You do that for me and I’ll owe you. Some might even say that I’d owe you with my life, but let’s not get too dramatic, okay?” He winced and closed his eyes for a moment before snapping them open and looking at Ariel once again. “...What do you say?”

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kiraarosales:

KIRA SMILED DOWN AT TRISTAN WHEN HE TOOK THE COIN. he was staring intently and curiously at the stranger. it was always sweet for her to see him interested in other people. her son had turned out to be more interested in sea animals and nick knacks more than people, usually. 

❛ oh, thank you, ❜ she said gratefully. the smile gracing her lips widened when she met his eyes again. ❛ i wouldn’t be surprised if he’s wishing for a swim in the fountain, truthfully. ❜ she turned enough for tristan to face the water again and raised his arm with her free hand. ❛ throw it in, not at the nice man, okay ? ❜ she asked her son with a delicate laugh. tristan was about to drop it to the ground when his mother caught the coin. although she sighed, the fairy also continued to smile. it was no surprise to her he wasn’t willing to follow directions. ❛ looks like it’s not really his thing. ❜

❛ DON’T WORRY ABOUT IT, ❜ PASCAL RESPONDED TO KIRA with a rather genuine smile as well and then raised his brows appropriately. ❛ after a long hard day of running around and probably giving you trouble? ah, he’s just looking for one last thing he can do to test your limits,❜ he mused in explanation and then watched as kira began to help tristan throw the penny into the fountain. pace was all prepared to watch this kid throw in what probably was his first wishing penny, but it turned out that tristan had other plans. ❛ not a problem at all, ❜ he replied, chuckling lightly. ❜ what do children have to wish for anyway? as long as they have a mom that takes care of them, then they’re set. but, i had a feeling that your little one would wish for something big, but i guess not...❜ pascal described, before speaking once more. ❛ what about you? will you make a wish on the coin in his place? ❜

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🐇 (Giant Hershey's Chocolate Bar, a bag of Sour Patch Kids, and a packet of Red Vines)

As Pascal fumbled through the cellophane that covered most of the Easter basket he was being given by Roman, he wondered to himself why he was receiving this gift exactly ( but he wasn’t going to deny it, after all ). “Hmm,” He hummed as he saw what appeared to be sweets in said basket. Finding all of the candy at the bottom, he nodded with a fairly big smile and looked back up at Roman. “—I love Red Vines, how’d you know?” Pace mused, slightly surprised. “I hope you know that all of these candies will be gone by the end of today, I swear it,” He conceded and then softened his features once again. “...Thanks, Roman.”

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Pascal had been spending most — if not all — of his time tagging along with his so-called 'friends’ to the get-togethers that he attended. After all, he was quite a wild child in his day who craved excitement and, in this town, this was the best that he could get. Now, finding himself at a bonfire fairly deep in the woods that was put on by other supernaturals, Pace wondered when they would be leaving since it had been getting fairly late out; way past the time of the sun dipping down past the tree line and now introducing everyone to the moonlight that made everything under the sky have an pale glow to it. Pascal wasn’t exactly ready to leave per say, considering he was a night owl who enjoyed gatherings like this. He enjoyed when there were people around to communicate and laugh with — especially other fairies and mermaids. With an almost empty red solo cup of alcohol in it, he made his way back over to who he came with; after chatting with a few people he hadn’t seen in a bit. “Hey,” Pace greeted before taking the last gulp of his drink. “—Are you ready to get out of here?” He asked, throwing away the cup he had been drinking out of now that it was empty. “I am ready, if you are, I guess. But, I don’t know if I want to go home just yet…” He confessed. “Do you think I could crash at your place tonight?” He asked with a slight hopeful smile. There were a lot of reasons for not wanting to go home tonight, and hoped that Lindy, who was opposite of him, would understand and take pity on him. ( @lindyabbott )

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Weariness wasn’t something Pascal usually expressed, but as he waited for the other to open the door, he found it near impossible to ignore. Normally he wouldn’t do this, come to anyone for help, other than an odd fairy here and there. He tended to much prefer licking his own wounds over playing the victim — Pace didn’t let anyone help, even when they offered, even when they weren’t taking pity on him… But this time it wasn’t a normal injury, it wasn’t a lucky miss, it was a lucky hit and he didn’t know what else to do… The Hospital was never an option for a supernatural. He was bleeding, quite a bit, and he was pretty sure he’d been shot, but his head was starting to spin. “I—I think I might like to take you up on that offer for help.” He stammered over his words as he heard the door creak open, somehow attempting to make light of a very serious situation.

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( — open. )

The twenty-first century would never fail to amaze Abby. Each state she visited; town she stopped by; and cities she indulged, regardless of the place, the development of everything in her surrounding would always make her stop and watch for a moment or two — which, well, not very ideal if she was working as a barista in one of the most visited cafes on this side of the town. 

Not for the first time since she started working there, Abby found herself staring in amazement as another barista worked the espresso machine with ease. She’d been training to get used to it, but she, along with her manager, had found that she worked better whilst standing still behind the counter and taking people’s orders rather than walking around, fumbling with machines and mugs and anything she could potentially break — what with her inhuman strength and her lack of experience in general. As it turned out, even the simple task of staying alert for customers was just as hard for Abby.

“Right – sorry – I was distracted,” she cleared her throat, chin briefly tucking into her chest as she gathered herself and shook her head out of her embarrassment, before looking up with the most pleasant smile she could wear, which looked more like a grimace than a smile. “What was your order again?”

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“Hey, don’t even worry about it,” Pascal responded, trying to give off an ease of assurance to the baffled barista. “We all get distracted sometimes, don’t we, hm?” He said and then offered her a smile as well, but his was more genuine than her’s. “...Oh, can I just get a tall, non-fat latte with caramel drizzle?” Pace asked, remaining standing at the front of the line in the coffee house. “And, also tell me what’s got you so off in la-la land?” He mused, cheekily.

[kiraarosales]

THE DAY WAS BEAUTIFUL. it was still a little chilly but kira could tell her little one was becoming too restless indoors. tristan loved being outside, just as much as his mommy did. ( and as much as his daddy used to… ) 

❛ come on, little starfish ! ❜ the fairy encouraged her son. she cooed and smiled at him. ❛ throw the coin in the fountain and make a wish ! ❜ the mother nuzzled her young son with sweet affection and kissed his cheek. but the mischievous little boy carelessly flung the penny backwards instead. the copper coin accidentally hit someone someone passing by. 

kira gasped and turned. sunkissed fingers and bitten nails flew went to her mouth in shock and pure embarrassment. ❛ oh my goodness, i am SO sorry ! ❜ she hurried over to them as her toddler smiled. sometimes he found it funny when his mother became flustered. ❛ are you okay ?! ❜

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PASCAL WAS WALKING, and minding his own business, when he was surprisingly hit with a copper penny. looking around for the culprit, his eyes landed on two nearby who looked mighty suspicious. he watched as the little child snickered in glee as his presumed mother was experiencing very different emotions. pace couldn’t help but let out a laugh at the entire situation.  ❛ it’s no problem, really, ❜ he responded, smiling, glancing around for the penny and picking it up off the cement when he found the coin.

leaning down, he handed it back to tristan and then stood back up to talk to kira.  ❛ you don’t have to be sorry. he’s adorable, ❜ pascal said in assurance.  ❛ i think he should give it another shot, what do you say, huh ? ❜ he questioned in an easy tone of voice, looking back down at the tyke.  ❛ besides... you didn’t even get to make a wish ! ❜ pace chimed; always loving children.

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                               WELCOME, PASCAL EXELTIER.

AGE & BIRTHDATE: 31 (155), February 2nd, 1863 SPECIES: Fairy PRONOUNS & GENDER IDENTITY: he/him, cismale SEXUALITY: Homsexual OCCUPATION: Bartender at Lestat Lounge

HISTORY.

TW: death, hate crime

Pascal Exeltier was once an all around nice kid. He was the kind of person to give his bread away, even it was the last piece, to someone who needed it more than him. Pascal had a heart of gold which was such a heavy load to carry and ultimately became his down fall. The majority of his life was spent in a small town in Ireland. That is, until his parents (specifically his mother) decided to split the family with divorce and relocated with her son to Bristol, England. His parents didn’t want to be together? Fine. He had a new life to start anyways.

Pascal’s mother being victim of a hate crime when Pascal was only a child, he was then shipped off to be under his only living grandmother’s custody on the west coast of America where he would supposedly be safe from the threats that took his mother. Now, his father wasn’t around and Pascal’s grandmother would have been a very nurturing guardian, if only dementia hadn’t started taking hold of her mind while Pascal was just about to graduate preparatory school. This left Pascal to take care of his elder until she ultimately passed away. School gradually held less weight on his priorities and he soon quit.

But his mother’s and his grandmother’s teachings taught him that if he ever found herself with nothing, then he really had everything, because with nothing comes the freedom to do anything without the fear of losing something. It was a big concept for Pascal to grasp at the time but, once his grandmother had passed and Pascal was left alone— really alone this time, it became clearer.

Pascal dusted himself off and urged on, like he once had done before, because he knew it was possible. He knew there was a better life out there for him. And, so, taking to the road for a few years and living a rather nomadic life, he found himself in West Hollow; where he still stays today.

PERSONALITY.

Pascal Exeltier is often characterized by his strength, tenacity, and the ability to draw upon those traits when needed. He generally goes his own way and makes his own decisions according to his impulsive nature. At times he may seem bossy, even borderline arrogant (but other say that’s just the fairy blood in his veins). In reality, nothing could be further from the truth because Pascal loves to please the ones that have managed to get close to him.

You don’t often see Pascal now without a sly smirk tugging at his lips, as though someone had pinched the corners and twisted. Pascal isn’t an unhappy adult, but he’s a cautious one, sliding into social situations with ease — though he disappears just as naturally. Although, there is an essential goodness that lies within this particular fairy. It is wrapped in the packaging of a charismatic man who wears alternating masks of personality to hide the questions and wonder that darkens his dreams when he closes his eyes.

PASCAL EXELTIER is portrayed by RAMI MALEK and he is played by JADE.

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