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[mrbarrow]

[Well, hello there, Camp Halfblood, have a bored looking young man, crossing his arms, and staring out at you with an expression of boredom and arrogance at the same time. Surveying his kingdom, as it were. At least, until he huffs a little, and something of that drops into merely a sulk.]

It occurs to me, Gods favor and patronize whom they will, of course, but back in the real world, that I’ve left behind, there are places where we leave the children no one wanted so the rest of the population can get along with, and go about their daily lives without getting their wrists stepped on each morning, or god forbid, being forced into pretending that we’re all some sort of…happy family

[There would be airquotes around that, if Thomas wasn’t more polished, and as it is, they certainly can be FELT from the way he drawls it out like that. The disdain is more than palpable, even if it IS a tad bit overblown and ventures toward melodramatic.]

As I’ve so lately been informed, this may not be the real world anymore, but wouldn’t it be nice, just think of it, if there were somewhere we could stash the lot of you who Mummy or Daddy hadn't felt the need to bother with just yet until such time as you might become interesting?

And Gods forbid not getting walked all over, but can anybody get a decent cigarette round here at least?

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[mrbarrow]

[Physical damage can be useful, sure. Thomas will admit to that, though he's not adept at it himself. There can be benefits in hiring someone to carry that out perhaps, or taking advantage of someone's weakness, though he's not so likely to go ahead and punch people in the face or...anything.

At any rate, it might be useful in this case to pick up someone along the way who IS good at that kind of thing. The way Thomas's life seems to be heading? He probably needs to find protection from people he's ticked off as it is.]

Thomas.Glad we can have this little chat.