Derek Hale (thesourhowl) wrote in payline, @ 2013-12-12 14:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, derek hale (canon) |
Who: Derek Hale and OTA
When: Now
Where: The Strip
What: A walk
Rating: TBD
status: Ongoing and Open
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Derek really hated this place. He was going stir crazy already. The wasn't enough places for him to run. He needed some nature. He needed something...somewhere to go and clear his head. He didn't want to have to deal with or see anyone. Stiles had called him the Sour Wolf once, and sometimes he wondered how right the young man had been. He really hated being around too many people, but if he were truthful it was only because he hated the idea of getting close to someone else and then losing them again. He couldn't go through it yet again. He had already lost too much in his short life, and he couldn't bare the thought of anyone else he cared about getting hurt. He worried about all of his friends....the few he had, his sister and even his uncle. Of course his uncle was a lunatic, but that didn't stop Derek from caring. For some reason he just couldn't stop himself from caring. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't push the thought from his brain that everything really did fall on his shoulders. He was the oldest sane Hale left, and in some strange way he still felt like Scott and his friends were still his responsibility as well. It was a lot to have on his shoulders, but he like to believe he could handle it. With all these thoughts going around in his head and the feeling of being caged here he just had to get out of his room. Sure he had tried a few more times since he had been here, but they all had ended in disaster. Either he would wind up running back to his room to get away from all of the people, but there had also been the one time he had nearly ripped a guy's head off for bumping into him. After the fact Derek had even felt sorry for that guy. He was just trying to do his job in the hotel. Derek was usually in control, but this place had him more on edge than usual. Every time he thought he was going to lose it he had to focus on something else, and he was running out of things to focus on. He decided that if he headed straight outside and walked along the strip then he would be more likely to keep it together. So, that is just what he did. He rushed through the lobby and out the front door without talking to anyone. He was surrounding by the scent of celebration, and that might be the hardest part for him. Here he was surrounded with people celebrating the holidays, some enjoying this place and he had no one here he could be with. This was a time of year a person usually spent with their family, but he didn't have that in his life. Cora wasn't here....and Scott wasn't there...hell at this point he would even settles for Stiles. That thought sobered him up and he rushed right out the door of the hotel and down the strip. He just did his best to turn off all of his thoughts and he walked, not really paying attention to anyone or anything. |