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[ TEXT ] - i hope you get struck by lightning

children can be so cruel

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imessage ⌦ theoboy 1

THEODORE: i hope you get struck by lightning

DADDY-O: That'll only make me stronger, like Static Shock or Zeus

DADDY-O: Are you still at your mother's? If not you should be, its safer.

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theodore.

While Theodore lived on campus (and had, for the past six months, getting a dorm after his split with Harley), he spent plenty of evenings at home. What could he say? He was his mother’s son and he’d do anything for her. Spending the evening baking and watching shitty reality shows was a step up from most of his evenings spent studying. He’d come home the evening before to exactly that and with no classes the next day, hadn’t made his return back to campus. His mother was out and he was reading on the couch downstairs when he heard the doorbell. Brow furrowing, he set his book aside and went to the door. There was an urge, immature as it was, to slam it shut the moment he opened it. Why? On the other side was his father. Dear, sweet Oryn Mercier. Theodore’s jaw clenched as he glowered at the man. “She’s not home, and I wouldn’t get her even if she was. Don’t call me Theo again and please leave.”

There wasn’t a lot Oryn expected of his children, all things considered he hadn’t technically ever really been there for them on anything surpassing a financial level - but it was growing tiresome to be constantly shooed away by one or the other. Though he was never really sure if his two male offspring got along well, they shared more qualities than he cared to admit must have come from him. “That’s no way to be boy.” He tutted disapprovingly, “Do you know when she’s coming back? I could simply call but I wanted it to be a surprise of sorts. Either way, invite me in. Does your mom still have that Brazillian coffee? Its to die for, though I’ve never been able to quite make it like she does.”

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talia.

“What, someone can’t be positive and like flowers and not be a ‘hippie-type’?” Talia smiled, chuckling to herself. Although now that she thought about it, her demeanor of positivity and want for peace and prosperity might make her a little bit of a hippie. She looked him over, taking in his subtle wardrobe, and her smile widened as her cheeks flushed lightly at his last comment, “Maybe so, but this lovely lady has never gotten flowers before. I just give them sometimes.”

Giving a lazy shrug, Oryn nodded along to what she had to say. “I’m not trying to pigeon-hole you or anything, I’m just calling it how I see it. But pay me no mind, there’s nothing wrong with a little more positivity - gods know we need more of it in this cursed world. Now that’s a damn shame and we’ll have to rectify it immediately. Tell me, will it count for less if I buy them from someone else? I’m awful at whispering to plants to make them grow.”

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clara.

“Is this that warehouse I’ve been hearing so much about?” she asked no one in particular as she tried looking for her ex-wife. After getting Cujo out of the storm, she knew of one more thing she had to do – even if they were divorced and not speaking at the moment.

Despite the misplaced intentions Oryn stood amongst the volunteers, handing out blankets along with a smile. It was astounding to think that just some water could cause so much damage - to force so many people from their homes, but he stay for the publicity of doing good. “It’s the very one.” He said, catching the tail end of an obvious question. “Are you all settled in? Don’t hesitate to ask any of the volunteers if you need anything.”

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talia.

Talia often used gardening as a way to relax- she was notoriously a workaholic, and found a certain calmness in planting and gardening. She looked at the other person and held out a rose, “Flowers are quite a good metaphor for life, I think. They’re young, they grow, they reproduce, then they wilt and die. Although, people are a bit more complicated.”

     As the old saying went, any publicity was good publicity, but the constant hounding of the media’s attention could be draining on anyone. Dressed down and keeping the majority of his features hidden behind dark sunglasses and a dadcap, Oryn enjoyed the freedom of walking amongst the public and taking time for himself. Yet, in his disguised state, the last thing he had expected was for anyone to strike up a conversation with him. Still in shock, he accepted the flower without a second thought though he had just been walking by and been curious. “That’s truly.. an interesting way to put it I’ve never heard anyone describe it so optimistically. Are you like one of those hippie types?” He hadn’t meant it offensively and didn’t know if came across that way. “This doesn’t quite seem fair, isn’t it customary for the gentleman to get the lovely lady flowers?”

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thomas.

Thomas had left the door to his office slightly ajar, letting in some fresh air as he smoke. When certain cases were a little harder to argue with than others he often ended up in this position, chainsmoking and pacing around his office like a caged animal as he rambled on, rehearsed his plea over and over. Just as he made his way towards his desk to pick up his ashtray he caught sight of someone standing in the threshold and shot the stranger a curious look.

“May I help you? Did we have an appointment?” He asked, lit cigarette now dangling from a finger, as he reached for his agenda to check.

        “Are you really smoking in your office? What is this the 1930′s? Have some self respect Thomas,” Oryn muttered, pushing off the doorway to enter the lawyers office. “I know you aren’t too busy to just go down for a smoke, the least you could do is act like you care about this interior the smell will cling.”  Moving around the office space, picking up the little nicknacks and replacing them as they captured and quickly lost his interest. “Either way, I just wanted to pick up the contracts my PA dropped off the other day - make sure they were up to my typical expectations before considering any of the roles. You do have them finished, don’t you?”

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     LA held an amalgamation of bittersweet memories but it was a needed stop along his press tour. Seeing as he still had a good amount of time left between interviews and flipping through incoming scripts, it only seemed right that he’d go visit his wife - for old time’s sakes. He was pleased to hear from his agent that she hadn’t moved and took a car over there without a second thought. What he hadn’t expected, knocking on her door emptied handed, was to be face to face with his eldest son but the shock was quickly covered with a please smile. “Look how big you’ve gotten Theo, I almost didn’t recognize you. Did you get the card I sent to your dorm this year? I haven’t heard from you recently, but I never trusted those grouped mail rooms so it wouldn’t surprise me if someone stole it from you.” Shrugging off the thought, Oryn glanced over his son’s shoulder. “Is your mother around?”  // @teledore

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born of a screenplay writer and a university professor, oryn’s lived his life chasing his dreams. seduced by any call to action - to adventure - he had no problems uprooting his entire life to the united states when his father’s first hollywood film was picked up. leaving everything he knew behind to make it in america, it didn’t take long for love to find its way into his heart. 

with penelope*, his wife, the pair got married after learning of their soon-to-be son. still fresh-faced and in highschool, oryn picked up a steady job though it held little excitement for him. with a small, quiet wedding and their round-faced baby boy theodore the call for more was undeniable. knowing that there was better out there than a basic nine-to-five, oryn threw himself into auditions and, subsequently, inched his way out of his family’s life.

no one really remembers when circe* popped up, but oryn was entranced instantaneously. ensnared by the charged dynamic the pair shared it wasn’t long before they announced their first son, tyrell. the pair were very flashy until their son entered schooling age and then, once again, oryn worked to keep the attention off his children.