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Where'd You Go, Mysterious?
WHO: Derek Zoolander and OTA
WHAT: Sobbing brokenly; needing someone to kick his male-modeling ass into survival mode.
WHERE: Near the remains of the Post Office
WHEN: Evening, around 7:00 PM
RATING: PG for now
STATUS: ACTIVE



To say that the days spent here, in this glass prison devoid of hair gel and lint brushes, had taken their toll on Derek... well, that would be an understatement. To an appalling degree. He sat in a wilted position, staring at his broken nail.

It looked like it was starting to get ingrown. It hurt. It was red. Derek's blue eyes welled up with tears. No one cared about him, in this place... no one thought he was special, no one asked him if he needed a manicure, no one wanted to know if he needed chocolate, or booze, or heroin... no one wanted to get him laid.

He was a sensitive soul. All of this had to get to him, sooner or later. He burst into loud, baby sobs. "Why me? Why does everything bad happen to me?!" he remembered, just then, that he'd actually had a pretty good life, up until now. "Never mind... why did THIS bad thing have to happen to me?" he revised, just in case anyone around happened to be listening.