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“The location is the primal concern here, I oughta have a clean view of the lake outside the dorms, if anything. Perhaps you may show me what you’ve got and we go from there.”

          “ Well, that all sounds very nice, though I’d be perfectly capable of disarming my enemies myself if I had any. What sort of view appeals to you? ”

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He was left all alone. That must have been painful. To realize that no one understands. To be abandoned when you need someone to rely on. That must be excrutiatingly painful.

Winter Light (1963) dir. by Ingmar Bergman (via violentwavesofemotion)

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“Good for you. I came across both Whites yesterday evening. William came personally talk to me at that, mind the audacity. Speaking of, what’re you majoring in again?”

“I saw Emerson a few days ago. As usual, a tragic excuse for a prince. He’s not even a royal, that’s what’s most annoying, and I could go on for days about that, but we’ve both heard enough about it from Mom. Haven’t seen the youngest Rose, but something tells me she’s not too far from a shopping complex or football practice. Thankfully, I haven’t seen the Charmings. Princeton’s do-gooder attitude makes me puke.”

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“The room fits your tacky excuse for an aesthetic just fine, William. Throw in some low-brow style of mass-produced art and voilà! Feels like home!”

“ Now why would I want something you don’t ? ” 

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“Do tell, though, being here before me you should know. The Roses are around, what a fuckin’ joke. Bet my two cents the Charmings might be just ‘round the corner too. Have you seen any of them?”

In her head the words sang, rather mommy’s little girl than daddy’s broken boy. “I try,” she grinned.

“Ha! Yeah, right. I can’t even tell the difference between turkey and pork. Pizza is great.”

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“Better rephrase that: shut the fuck up before I shut it for you.”

“ That’s a rather vulgar language to use when in the presence of a lady, mister. Or at any time, really. ”  

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“A court jester by choice, how very entertaining. The urgency’s about the damned awful room they pushed over me. Talk about changing places and we’re set, otherwise there’s no point to this chit-chat and I’m virtually not all thrilled in hiring a talky servant. Annoying noises do me no good.”

How rude of me, I assure you I usually introduce myself more politely before answering but I believe we were just cutting to the chase! Noelle –– is the name of me…and yourself? Wait a –– oh I sincerely hope you don’t think I’m judging you. On the contrary! I’d be happy to be of service to you on this afternoon. People say that I am funnier than a chimp in a bingo parlor, and that they love my hats. 

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“Weaponry. Mild aristocratic titles. An enemy’s head on a silver plate. Pick your poison. That is of course only applicable if your room has a good of a view enough to appeal me.”

           “ Well, I don’t want for money, so to start I’d love to hear what else you’ve got to offer.”

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“Shit, look at you. Such blasé. Mommy's little joy and pride, are we?”

“Cooking? God, no. We’re getting pizza for the good ol’ days’ sake. Or perhaps my sis have actually acquired a finer culinaire taste?”

“All right, got it. I won’t touch the beds. No…no plans. After all, that would require me making friends, and we both know that’s not happening anytime soon. Are you cooking or are we going somewhere?”

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“Move along, darling, you’re making it hard for the ones with something relevant to say to reach me.”

“Truly that was quite the chase for the likes of you… Such an untempting offer though. No.”

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...who’re you and what made you think this is fuckin’ peanut gallery 2.0?

I don’t know about ‘how much’ but I would enjoy something handmade – aren’t those the best they say? What is it about your room that makes you leave it so badly? Perhaps there’s something to make it more suited to your liking instead of switching, I think you’d feel more accomplished doing that instead.

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“Very well. I’m gonna send the new bed in later today and look for someone to get rid of the damned single beds there, so don’t touch them. Dinner’s on me tonight. Call it... What’s the word again? Consideration. I’m sure you don’t have plans.”

“Okay, I’ll pick up that stuff for you then, so you can go out and have some fun doing things you actually like. When you come back, your room will be properly tricked out.”

”A little girl cried when I looked at her, so things are going pretty well so far. And who needs friends now that you’re here?”

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me? overreacting? probably 

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“Aren’t you a bowl of cherries? As much as going on a domestic shopping spree with my sister sounds like the ultimate fun, I’ll pass and go with buying off a local fucktard.”

“Anyhow, how are we adapting? Have you made any friends yet? Scared off some preschoolers?”

“Do you think my room is any better? They’re all the same, Tommy. Maybe we can go to the store and look for some of those organizers that maximize your space. You know what, let me handle that. It’ll make it seem bigger. I can’t do anything about the windows though. Curtains? And I’ll buy you some air freshner too, that’ll help some.”

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“Don’t know, don’t care, need a bigger closet and sash windows don’t match my style. That room’s giving me allergic rhinitis yet the freak show for a staff here ain’t about changing me places. I’ve checked the hotels nearby online and I’d be better off fuckin’ dead. Are we down with trading, sis?”

“Is your roommate really that bad?”

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“Let me cut to the chase: how much d’you want to switch rooms with me?”

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This is THOMAS FAERY. He is TWENTY-THREE and will enroll into Disland University as a SENIOR. Usually, he would live with his mother, MALEFICENT in APALUSIA. Earthlings commonly mistake him for CHOI SEUNG-HYUN.

“But I’m not crazy, I’m just a little unwell.  I know right now you can’t tell, but stay awhile and maybe then you’ll see a different side of me.”

The bond between a father and a son should need not be broken. However, this idea can be betrayed as a father walks out on his family in the dead of night. Even the Faery household, although partly occupied by the most evil of villains, could fall victim to that situation. At a young age, Thomas formed an unbreakable bond with his father. Since they were the only two males that survived in the Faery family, Thomas’ father prided in teaching his son how to care and fend for his family. Little did the boy know, his father was simply training his only son for when he left. It was strange, the night Thomas’ father left. Maleficent had been fast asleep, but Thomas was restless. Tossing and turning in his sheets, the six year old yelped with happiness as his father kissed him on the head and said his goodbye. It was only harder for Thomas to look back on it when he soon realized that the goodbye was his father’s last. Years passed, and the boy’s blood boiled with the anger of confusion that his father left him. At some point, it was actually hard to tell him and his mother apart. The metaphorical devil horns sprouted out of his head for the smallest of reasons, whether he wasn’t invited to a party or someone got his order wrong at a restaurant. His temper was too short to take outside, or even leave inside with the likes of himself. It would have been safer to just keep Thomas in a cage, where his heart could roam free with the dark spirit it held.

Well, what’s it like being here?

“It’s shit. I just got here and it’s already shit. I fucking hate this place, and I hate my mom for sending me. This is bullshit, complete, utter, bullshit.”

Thomas has been known to be…

temperamental adjective \temp(ə)rəˈmentl\

It’s no secret that Thomas Faery has quite the temper. He flies off the handle quite often, and anyone in their right mind knows to get out of his way when he does.

sensitive adjective \sensitiv\

Believe it or not, Thomas is a pretty sensitive guy, and not the charming kind that every girl wants in the movies. It doesn’t take much to hurt his feelings, and he’s been that way since his father left. His sensitivity does nothing but fuel his anger, causing him to blow up whenever he’s hurt by something.

sarcastic adjective \särˈkastik\

Thomas uses sarcasm to mask any feeling that isn’t rage. If you say anything to him, chances are, he’s got a crude, witty comeback for it. People think he’s rude, when in reality, he’s just guarding himself from experiencing the same kind of betrayal he felt when his father left.

Like THOMAS FAERY? Sorry, because he is CLOSED!