Padraic Wallace

I guess nowhere's safe.

It's usually me.

#gif:carolina

Eight days...

I just thought that seeing me might hit a little too “close to home”, and I could understand that. I guess we’re not all that different now, are we?

I know the second I step outside, it’s going to be nothing but terrified paranoia.

It's, it's fine... I'm alright.

At least when you're outside there's somewhere to run.

#gif:carolina

Eight days...

Well, you were one I didn’t expect. Hey.

As good as can be expected after kidnap, torture, and eight days in the hospital…I guess.

#gif:carolina #his mom is a nurse

Wait, why? My mom told me you'd be getting out.

Oh. Yeah, I'm sure it's not a good feeling.

Eight days...

And they’re finally letting me out of here. Thank God…or whoever…

I really don’t want to go back to my apartment… I don’t want to be alone…

gwen-edwards-deactivated2014081

How are you feeling?

Besides not wanting to be alone...

#gif:carolina

"What do you think you’re doing?"

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Um, just looking at my phone...

#gif:gwen #hi!

closing time

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The garage door was half way closed, it didn’t help the automatic system she had installed a year back was already crapping out on her. for now it was all old school, all pulleys and levers. tired hands stopped, stood still, on the thick cold chain once she heard that voice. head ducked down a bit, one brow raised at the guy.

"Yea? I don’t remember seeing a wallet…" shit, was her voice tired? sorry about that. body straightened out so she could pull the door back up a little bit, just enough to allow the guy to enter. "You can take a look around while I finish closing up if you’d like." because really what was the harm in that?

#para:marina #ooc: i'm sorry that i didn't reply right away #tuesday-thursday is a busy time for me

Padraic jumped back once he caught sight of somebody. His limbs relaxed once he realized it was only Marina, the owner. He moved a few steps towards her and then stopped. "Oh. Are you sure?" Padriac asked, frowning, he couldn't help but be disappointed by the news. His mom had dragged him out early in the morning to run errands with her and it had only been an hour since he realized his wallet had been missing. It could have been somewhere else but most of the places they had visited earlier were already closed.

He rubbed his elbow as he thought about her offer. Padraic looked back to see if his mom had returned, even though he knew she wouldn't be back for at least ten minutes, as she was going to check to see if he had left his wallet at a McDonald's down the street. "Um, alright." He turned back to look at Marina, "I'll try to be quick." As he came closer to the shop he wondered if it was safe. Should he be worried about her? He didn't think so. But, he did find it odd that she was willing to let him back in. Then again, he had trust issues.

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closing time

It was just that, closing time. she sat on a small stool besides a cherry red convertible a young lady had dropped off a few hours before, it’s hood popped open and tools spread out on the bench behind her. the lady had left with a personal promise that her car would be as good as new tomorrow before close, it meant working throughout the night. long nights with the peace of the silent air outside, that was when she enjoyed working with the radio tuned to some classic stream of music.

With a hefty sigh marina stood from that stool, it was a good idea to turn off the neon open sign that beckoned customers to come inside. she kept it high enough that she had to reach up slightly, long fingers brushing against the switch and the neon died. attention turned towards the open garage door to the far right of her shop, few steps, taking the care to not kick over any rogue items on her, and she was almost ready to lock up for the night.

Padraic watched his mom pull out of the parking lot. When he turned around he noticed that the neon light on Dunken's autorepair had been turned off. It had been on when he first pulled in. "Shit." He murmured to himself as he reached for his phone to check the time. Padraic knew that he was cutting it close but he still had five minutes. After putting his phone away, Padraic jogged up to the front of the shop. It seemed empty but the garage was open so he decided to check it out. Maybe there was someone still working.

"Hey." Padraic called out as he came closer to the garage, "Is anyone around?" He coiled his arms around him and kept inching closer to the open garage, "I was here earlier, with my mom, I think I might have left my wallet here..." Padraic came to a stop and listened for a response.

#para:marina

House of Cards - Padraic & Britney

Britney looked down at her feet. She could feel them throbbing under her weight. Why were the cutest shoes, the most painful? She asked herself. “Vending machine.” The young blonde repeated. Her father had always had a personal chef for them. They would cook or bake anything she wanted. So the young girl had no real need for such things but at that moment daddy’s chef or bakers weren’t there. “I guess I’ll have something.” She looked around and wondered what things they had.

"Either do I…." Britney admitted. She rarely paid attention to anything that wasn’t her. She had heard kids talking about the murder in her math class. They were talking loud enough for her to hear. For some reason it glued to her.

"So lead the way." Britney said as she stood behind him. She had closed the gap between them. She was more afraid of what could be than of the boy himself. She figured he was harmless or something.

#para:britney #sorry for the late reply

"I like Snickers." He offered his input even though she didn't ask for it. Padraic didn't have the best diet around. When he was on drugs he hardly ate and even now that he was clean he had issues with consuming food. He didn't have an appetite most of the time, or the will to keep on living. He meant what he said, though, he really did like Snickers. Candy in general was a favorite of Padraics even though he didn't eat it often. His mom tried to keep better food around the house but it often went to waste. If her work schedule wasn't so hectic she would have likely forced him to eat dinner in front of her. "But there's other stuff in there too. Like um, chips." He paused, "If, um, you like chips..."

Padraic shrugged off her statement about the killer and kept walking forward, at her insistence. He kept walking, occasionally checking back to see if she was still behind him, and didn't stop until he reached the men's restroom. It seemed simple enough, push the door open and grab your phone. There was hesitance, though, as his hand met the door. He didn't know what was on the other side and fear overtook him for a moment. His heart pounded against his chest as he pushed on the door harder, then again...and again...the third time is when he realized that the door wasn't opening. He pushed once more and then stopped, "It's locked, too." Padraic sighed, "But I think I saw a window."

shhkatherine

It helps if you uhm, push, instead of pull.

#gif:katherine #finally it loads now that i'm too tired to reply to anything else #slow internet -_-

Oh, um...thanks.

House of Cards - Padraic & Britney

Britney could tell he didn’t understand. “You had to be a guy.” She scoffed rolling her eyes again. Being mean and rude was second nature to the beautiful blonde especially to awkward people like the boy. She noticed her tone and knew she had to quickly changed.He stopped and turned to look at him. “Look, I know that was rude. I’m sorry, it’s just…it’s been a long day, and I’m starving and hungry.” Britney said looking down. “Clearly it’s not my day.” He let out a sigh and looked down the hall.

Britney stayed about three feet behind the boy. She was scared of the situation, but the dark hall way didn’t help. The boy sucked at conversation. She looked around. “Um,” she said biting the lower lip. “No,” in a scared voice. She finding it her to keep her brave facade on. She found herself moving closer. “He only kills in ones. Right? There’s two of us. He can’t kill us.” Britney wasn’t really speaking to him at that point. It was more to herself but out loud.

Britney froze in fear at the creak. Her hair was standing straight up, she was ready to run. But when he said it was nothing Britney let out a sigh. She moved up even closer to the young boy, if he wanted to kill her he would have by now. Britney quickly remembered about her phone. She stopped and opened her purse. She quickly pulled out but the phone had died. “Fuck it’s dead. Fucking iphone!” He shouted. “Let’s go get it.”

Padraic looked down at himself. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be sorry for being a guy. Before he had time to say anything, his thoughts were interrupted by an apology that wasn't his own. "Um, it's alright." He spoke with a shrug. Padraic hadn't really been taking the blonde's tone to heart. "There's a vending machine around here. If you have some change. It eats dollars..." Fixing her state of hunger wasn't going to get them out of the building but it might calm her down. "Yeah, I can see that." He wasn't having the best day either but his problems went back further than just that morning.

He looked back as he heard Britney's footsteps creep up behind him. "I don't know." Padraic didn't follow the murders as closely as he should have. Obsessing over the articles just made him relive the stabbing experience and sometimes, even though he knew it was wrong, he was still jealous of the victims. It had been more cruel to keep Padraic alive than it was to outright kill him. "I guess that's true. I've never really followed it..." Padraic sighed, "I'm just going off of experiences, honestly." If Britney was right, though, it still meant that one of them was in danger and if the killer didn't want to end Padraic's life then it meant that she was going to die. Padraic kept that thought to himself.

There was a smidgen of hope in Padraic's eyes as he saw Britney pull out her phone. It was quickly taken away once she revealed that her phone was dead. Of course. "Fuck." His words left his lips in a hiss as he turned away, "Yeah, okay." he nodded, his feet already rushing forward before he finished speaking. If they could get to his phone fast enough then they might make it out alive. It was dark but he still remembered where the bathroom was.

House of Cards - Padraic & Britney

Britney was about to roll her eyes but realized being a bitch wasn’t going to get her anywhere expect the morgue. She took a deep breath, wanting to keep her emotions in line. She didn’t want him to know what was going through her mind. If she could keep that advantage on him, then she would be safe until he got bored. “Oh okay.” The second step was trying to get into his mind. The young girl turned around, “My feet are killing me in those heels. I can’t walk in them anymore.” The girl curled her toes. “Fashion over comfort.” She added.

The ending of his sentence caught her attention. She arched an eyebrow, “maybe what?” She wondered what was going through his mind. “Maybe there is another exit? The has to be? Right?” She looked around down the dim hall ways. She wasn’t sure what would make it creepier, the dim light of the emergency lights or plain dark hall ways. “Lead the way.” She said. She assumed he knew his way around the place. She barely knew how to find the bathroom, let out alone another exist.

Padraic didn't understand why the girl before him was taking off her shoes. She made some remark about fashion over comfort but Padraic didn't think it was safe to take off her shoes. Was she going to gouge his eyes out with them? He was used to being taller than a lot of people but Britney was quite tall, especially for a woman. Padraic didn't know if there was relevance to the observation but it was one he couldn't avoid. "Oh, um, yeah." He looked down at his own shoes, converse, and shrugged, "I guess..that makes sense..."

He hadn't meant to imply that he knew a way out. His body began to tremble as he realized that he was being put on the spot, "Shit..." Padraic shook his head, "Um, okay...no, yeah." Before he knew it, he was walking down a dark hallway acting as if he knew where he was going. Padraic wasn't the best at conversations but he was going to make an effort, "So, do you think the killer is in here?" He asked, whispering. "It seems like him, you know, it's dark..." Padraic grabbed his face and sighed, "He's probably listening to us right now."

A creak in the floor had Padraic turning around, "Was that you?" He asked, his eyebrow raised. Padraic pushed his fingers through his hair, tugging at the loose curls. "Never mind, sorry. It was probably me." His hand fell from his head and landed in his pocket, instinctively he reached for his phone. "Oh, fuck." His pocket was empty. "Do you your phone you...?" It hadn't occurred to him before, but there was a chance someone could come pick him up. "Mine's...not in my pocket. I don't know where it..." Padraic frowned, "It's in the bathroom."

House of Cards - Padraic & Britney

Britney smirked at his confession. But it quickly disappeared when she mentioned the door was locked. “What?” Escaped her lips. “That’s can’t be right.” She said moving towards the door. She pressed her arms against the door and pushed. But it didn’t open. She tried pushing hard but the door didn’t even budge a little. ”Fuck,” Escaped her lips. In the back of her mind, a voice whispered you’re going to die. She took a deep breath and turned around. She pressed her back against the door.

"What was I doing here? What were you doing here?" She snapped back. The girl crossed her arms against her chest and arched an eyebrow. "No I’m not locked inside, I’m just standing here because I have nothing better to do." She let out a sigh. Her eyes scanned down the hall. She could tell he was worried or freak out. She wasn’t going to lie so was she. But she kept everything inside. For all she knew, the boy who stood before her could be the killer. She pushed herself off the door and put distance between them. "There has to," she said making sure to keep a good 2-3 feet apart. She leaned against the wall and took off her heels. They hadn’t started hurting but if the boy was the killer, she would need to be able to run something she couldn’t in heels.

Padraic cocked his head to the side as he watched the blonde stranger try to open the door. "Um, I just told you..." He decided not to finish the sentence, her sudden burst of profanity lead him to believe it was best not to rub the obvious in further. They were stuck inside, or at least this particular door was locked. He didn't know of another way out but that didn't necessarily mean there wasn't one. There had to be an emergency door somewhere or maybe even an open window that they could climb out of. Padraic had to take a moment to pat himself on the back for being so positive in their current situation. For someone who could crack over the smallest of things, he was doing remarkably well.

"Yeah..." He didn't get an answer from her and he frowned as her tone turned questioning. "I was um, well...I had a meeting, I guess." Padraic wasn't comfortable sharing the full truth but he wasn't lying by what he said. "It's, uh, not really something I like to talk about..." It didn't occur to him that she might think he was the killer. He saw himself as a victim, because he had been, and only she seemed like a threat. Not a very big one, though. "What's wrong?" He asked, noting the growing distance between them. "I mean, besides being stuck inside." Padraic brought his hands down and folded his arms, he was starting to feel incredibly uneasy around the girl and he was finding it hard to make sense of the words that were coming out of his mouth. "Maybe, yeah, there has to..."

House of Cards - Padraic & Britney

Britney found herself in the community center once again. But it wasn’t because of her will. Her father had gotten word that she need community serve hours to graduate, Britney hadn’t barely any. She wasn’t the kind of girl to waste her time helping unless it was relate to shopping. But last time she check that wasn’t community service. She argued it was, in her mind, helping people dress better was extremely important.

She had spent most of her day reading books to kids. She hated every minute of it. One kid licked her, and other picked his nose and tried touching her, but she nearly lost it when one kid puked on her shoes. The only reason she didn’t was because his older brother who was also helping was rather cute. He felt bad for what his brother did and offer to help her clean it.

But that didn’t lead to anywhere productive. Within minute they were in the clothes making out. She didn’t care, all she wanted was this man. Time passed but wasn’t sure how long, before he pulled back and told her he had to go. Of course she knew, he didn’t. But she had gotten what she needed from him and let him go.

The young blonde entered the bathroom and began to fix her hair and make up.Suddenly the light went off. “What the fuck?!” She shouted She could barely see herself in the reflection. There was a silent moment as fear creep up her spine. What if I’m next raced through her mind. She grabbed her lipstick and shoving it into her purse. She headed towards the exit. That’s when she heard someone yelling. She watched as a boy kicked the door. “What are you doing?” She asked as walked up to him.

#para:britney #it's okay #i'm kind of slow #with replies

Padraic jumped when he heard a voice. He immediately turned around, expecting the worst, and was surprised to see a less than menacing face. Her blonde hair was bright against the darkened room and he was relieved not to see a hood over her head. "You scared me." His hand found its way to his heart and he clasped the fabric that covered his chest. He stared back at her, eyes blinking as he tried to remember what she had said. "Oh, uh, um..." Padraic stammered,"I, um, was just kicking the door. Because it's locked." He realized once the words slipped out of his mouth that kicking the door wasn't going to do anything but he had been too caught up in the moment before.

"Wait, what are you doing?" Padraic looked at her from head to toe. She seemed harmless enough but you could never be too certain. "Are you locked inside, too?" His heart sank as he thought about what he had asked. It was one thing to be trapped alone but he didn't want someone else to get hurt as well. Padraic took a step away from the door and put his hand on his forehead, "This can't be happening. There's got to be another way out..." His hands slipped lower until they were covering his entire face and he was shaking his head. He was trying to think of what to do but his mind wasn't making any sense, all he could see was the killer's masked face standing above him.

House of Cards - Padraic & Britney

Group therapy always made Padraic feel uncomfortable. He knew that it was supposed to be helpful, that he was supposed to relate to the stories being told, but he didn't want to hear them. Nor did he want to share his own history. It wasn't because he didn't care about anyone, on some level he did, but rather he wasn't ready to pick open wounds. Padraic liked to sink into his chair and disappear. It rarely worked, though, and he often found himself having to verbally pass on speaking up about his past experiences with substances.

Padraic's eyes were glued to the clock as the hand ticked on but he wasn't paying attention. As the group began to disperse, his gaze lifted from the wall. He stretched as he watched people pass by. Another hour gone, wasted, and he didn't have anything to show for it. He couldn't even name half the people in the group. Padraic stood from his seat made his way to the water cooler. There was a line forming so he decided to skip it rather than make small chat with people he didn't want to get to know. Without saying goodbye, he slipped away.

The community center had been like a second home to him since getting out of the hospital. He had been encouraged to join in activities there but he usually just stuck to his weekly therapy sessions. Still, he knew the place like the back of his hand and entered one of the bathrooms. It was further away than the other bathroom but more secluded. Padraic splashed water into his mouth and then rinsed his face before deciding he should leave. Therapy had been scheduled late that day and he needed to head home before it got too dark.

As he walked down the hallway he was finding it hard to navigate. The lights had already been dimmed. It wasn't until he got to the door that he realized something wasn't quite right. He pulled at the handle but the door hardly budged. Padraic yanked the handle again. "Shit." Panic set in and he began to frantically pulled at the door. "Fuck!" Padraic let go of the handle as flashes of the killer emerged in his mind. It had to be him, right? "Fuck, fuck, goddammit!" Padraic kicked the door, "You've got to be kidding me, not again. Not AGAIN."

I hate ferris wheels......

Nah, I used to go with my dad all the time in Libby. Maybe you were dragged, but I don’t see her now. Now you have me…so much awesomer. And that’s not a word. Anyway…..we’ll try till we do.

#gif:carolina #i don't even remember what its name was #i looked it up #his name was Rorschach

Yeah, she's still going on some rides. She might even be in line for one. There's a lot of people here. Alright, will you lead the way?

I know! But it’s going so slowly! God, I wish I had a time machine.

#gif:britney #it's alright #i'm awful with gif convos

But one day you might miss the days you've skipped over. Can you ever go back to them? Or is it just the end...

widow-marlee

That's stupid...

widow-marlee

The only way around it is to make myself heavier somehow. I just want to do some good, ya know? I mean, I have O- which is the universal donor, I thought it would be good to give blood since they don’t have much of it.