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PHOEBE TONKIN as FAYE CHAMBERLAIN in The Secret Circle (2011-2012)

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Shameless - 1.01 | “Pilot”

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She wasn't sure what to make of it all, but any further observation she could make was stopped in it's tracks at the sight of Sawyer and Ellemora together. "So, the game." she replied, having never exactly been one to play the game as a kid. Or any games, bar the one that landed her here now, with a stolen childhood. "They hide theirs and find the others?" she asked watching the interaction between Sawyer and Mora nervously, the tension causing her concern.

“I don’t know.” she admitted. she’d been asking around, and nobody else seemed to know either. “looks tribute-done, though. weird that it wasn’t in the recaps of the night. you’d expect something like that to be.” there were. compilations, highlight reels, ICYMI collections. link had a few open each morning, if she’d gotten enough sleep to turn her tv off. but she hadn’t seen anything of note yet in relation to roe dyland. “I’ve got some money to send to our pair, though. fifteen hundred. I promised Nano food if he avoided the bloodbath, so I owe that. but, well, what do you think, for mora? what could we get her with the rest?”

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She looked at me. She said, ‘You’re no daughter of mine.’ It hardly mattered. It was too late for lines like that now. I had a language of my own and it wasn’t hers.

Jeanette Winterson, from Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal

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I simply do not vibe with my father

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Why don’t you go home for vacations?

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SEX AND THE CITY ( 1998 - 2004 ) ↳ season 2 episode 10

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GOOD FOR HER

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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU 1999 | dir. Gil Junger

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The idea of her her playing dolls would've made her laugh if the conversation hadn't taken a turn she wasn't prepared for. She could do the light-hearted banter, keep it easy and simple and never crossing into uncomfortable territory. She tried to focus, what had they been speaking about? Dolls. Stairwells. "Just doing my own service in return," she replied quietly, though she'd figured out the stairwells pretty quickly when she was still young. Perhaps, there was something of Three in her after all.

And then, she was unable to escape again, unable to retreat into light hearted conversation. Most if not wanting to reveal hard truths would clam up, but it was a vicious cycle, she needed what he provided to keep the voices at bay, to help provide little moments she she could feel some semblance of peace before whispers and lies began to poison her mind once more. Some wouldn't take the deal, but she had no choice in her mind. The pills stop the voices, and she wanted, needed the voices to stop for a bit so she could clear her head. It was why she was always disappearing, why she was always chasing the end of a bottle, the next high.

Finally, she sighed, searching for the words she needed to properly phrase what her mind wanted to say. "I've been finding it harder to uh... figure whats real and what's not." she admitted, shrugging a little, "Like, thinkin' someone said something and they didn't it was my fucked up head?" she frowned a little, "Pills stop it. Drink stops it. That's where I go. To drown them out."

"Hey, shit becomes very clear when there's blood involved," he reminded her. There had been no greater, more terrible moment of lucidity than immediately after taking a life -- feeling it leave someone's body, watching them fade in the eyes. It was an unparalleled clarity, one Mahlon despised. "If it weren't for me, you'd be playin' dollies with Link and snortin' cheap cocaine," he lamented, expression grave with faux concern. "What I do is nothin' short of a public service."

Mahlon glared down at her, expression annoyed and made more sour by the fact that he was still interested. The stairwells. He hadn't thought of those -- mainly because the idea of scaling twelve stories seemed more daunting than the three it took to reach El's floor. "Well 'scuse me for givin' a shit," he cocked a brow, angling to catch a sliver of her expression has she rested against him. "You gonna take the deal or not?"

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She had only really been awake about an hour, shuffling around the third floor studiously trying to avoid the footage of the Games unless she truly had to watch it. Yet, she hadn't been quick enough, having grabbed the box of cereal with the intention of returning back to her room before Link caught her and invited her to join. "Oh are we now." she replied, arching her eyebrow, "Well... apart from the poor bastard strapped to the pole." she replied, eyes landing on the screen. "Whose mess is that?"

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“hey, ellie, want to watch with me?”

link had the games going, today’s game was actually pretty fun. capture the flag was harmless and spirited, although link knew everything in the games was designed to incite murder. still, there were still a lot of tributes left, and they were playing capture the flag.

“we’re rooting for team orange. even sawyer’s orange. it’s uncomplicated, today.” she liked uncomplicated. she’d take it.

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She wasn't surprised that the, she assumed, stranger knew her. She'd been in the public eye for over half her life now, it was a given wherever she went that people just knew who she was. What was puzzling her however, was trying to place the familiarities, down to the voice. It sounded too familiar, to the point where she knew she heard it frequently enough to deal with the person perhaps? Someone from the tower.

She half wished Link was there, despite knowing it wouldn't perhaps be the other mentors scene. She'd probably be able to spot who it was from a mile of, but Electra continued to observe quietly, leaning an elbow on the bar as she nodded a little. "That's a given, but I might? Okay, where might I know you, give me a clue?"

Somewhere between the few drinks, the strobing lights, and the general ambiance of the place, Montgomery found he was able to easily lose track of anyone's identity. It was one of the most thrilling parts of the Capitol's nightlife - the anonymity. Of course, Monty had no problem being seen and recognized; he thrived on it. But every now and again, it was nice to forget himself. To forget others.

So it came as a bit of a shock for him to look down and see his compatriot was none other than Electra Conduit - the self same Mentor who a few days ago had been delicately talking up her Tribute. He smiled, the purple lips pulling wide into a toothy grin.

"Chose a good night to make your return," he replied. "And you might, Ms. Conduit. But you're somewhere where many people probably know you."