- Thalia Walker→ 22 → Slave → Jenna Louise Coleman→ CLOSED OC
- Slave to: ___
☑ Intellectual, Kind
From the beginning, Thalia’s life was never easy. She was born in Blackpool, in a very low class family. Her parents barely had money for themselves, spending for big financial crisis from time to time; no money, no future perspective, and no plans at all. They were young and naïve. When they found out about the pregnancy, they were scared and almost considered the abortion, but they took the chance and she was brought to the world.
Her childhood was lived on leaps and bounds. From a tender age, she demonstrated incredibly level of intelligence and she was always more quiet and reserved, preferring to stay at home reading than playing with other kids, escalating quickly through the skills a child should have and soon she was much more developed than people of her age. Watching their girl develop fast, her parents started to invest more in her, hoping that she would do better than them. They weren’t wrong in betting on her – when she was giving the chance, she got a scholarship in the best school of the city. The downside was that she was always around rich and snobbish people, who were always trying to take the best over her.
Desperately trying to fit in, the girl started to do whatever her classmates wanted, despise being smarter than the rest. She was always polite and kind with them, but they were always mean. When she finally finished high school, earlier than the average, she realized that she could create a new self for her. She didn’t have to be what everyone wanted her to be there.
She was accepted with full scholarship at Cambridge and she started to study Medicine there. Three years later, she was invited to finish her degree at the United States, Harvard school. Thalia had already transformed herself in college quite a bit. She had become feistier, not wanting to be fooled like she was before. She was still reserved, especially about her private life, but she was smart and she could talk bits of everything. She realized that even though her greatest attribute was intelligence, she was also quite pretty.
One summer she decided to take a trip by herself to Chicago. That was when she met a guy – he seemed fantastic, intelligent and handsome, and he asked her out. Even though she wasn’t in a shell anymore, that always surprised her. That was the last thing she remembered before waking up in a cell.
- Turn ons: [up to rp’er]
- Turn offs: [up to rp’er]
If I am right, today’s my mother’s birthday.
Oh…then I’m sorry. About everything.
Don’t worry, you don’t have to apologize.
It’s a pleasure. [he scooped her hand into his own and pulled it through the bars, placing a kiss atop the back of her hand. He released it and sighed, his smile gone like a light.] I imagine there’s not a lot of mental stimulation around here. [he cast his eyes around the dreary cell.]
Would you like me to bring you something to read to make the days easier?
Of course we have. We have How to give the perfect blowjob 101: a guide to oral sex and How not to kill your master… They are really estimulating.
Excuse my sarcasm, it just gets really bored if there is any. We are treated like dead flies here. I would love it.
And most of them were depressive existentialists trying to get the same point across.
Actually, I think Freud and Marx were as compatible as me and… Ty August, which is nothing at all.
But I see your point. Mad genius are often misunderstood, but their names surmount centuries. I suppose I can say it is nice to meet you, as being polite, but it is nice to have an actual conversation too.
Philosophically, I get your point — purposes are instilled in us to give us direction and promote productivity and industrialization and consumerism and armies and wars and ego and discovery. I get it.
But we all die. We’re all forgotten. We’re all just meat stuck to an armature, carrying around these hopes and dreams. And 98% of people that dream never translate them into a medium to which others are privy. Happy endings exist so people don’t end up madcaps. Like me. [he grinned] What’s your name, bird?
Not all are forgotten. Poe, Kant, Nietzsche, Freud, Marx… And the list goes on. Of course, most of us will lead a mediocre life, but that was never my plan, I had enough of mediocre. Happy ending might be a fictional creation, but some transpose.
And keep on with this holier than thou attitude. Honestly, all you sound like is a silly little girl who thinks that her mediocre remarks are enough to get her out of this mess. They aren’t. No one cares about your hopes and dreams, any dreams you had are done. Gone. Over.
I know what it’s like to pretend to be someone I’m not. But pretending to know about someone else when you clearly don’t is just embarrassing.
Funny enough you are the one pretending you know anything about me, when I am clearly not the one in the public eyes, so do yourself a little favour and stop talking, you are the one embarrassing yourself by doing what you say I shouldn’t.
Now, you are not worthy the energy I burn.
He’s a brilliant man.
I’m just never stirred by a happy ending. I’d much rather explore the hollowness of hopelessness. Society seems hung on immortality and the importance of the human soul — or some bullshit. If I do anything with my film, I hope I force the reality that we’re all just as purposeless as water swirling in a drain.
He is a mad genius, but we are all alike.
Movies’ happy endings are not very real projections, if I may say. I do believe in a real happy ending, but the movies just lie way too much. But isn’t the pursue for the happiness pre-establish by society a purpose? Dreams are also purpose. We are not just floating away, but to each, they find their aim.
I don’t think so.
You sound so ignorant and delusional right now, it’s hot.
Oh right, keep believing you are a smart ass, because your small hopes and few dreams are the only thing that keeps you moving.
You sound so arrogant and wannabe, it is such a turn off.