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Jul 26 2018, 01:02 PM
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Definitely, that day took the cake, that day won the title and prize for the worst day in the history of worst day’s. Fine, he was being slightly over the top, but he had every right in the universe to be. Look, his day had started off upside down, not being able to eat anything at all because guess what, his stupid irrational fears had returned, settling into his stomach, greeting each other like old friends. And he hated it, hated it with every fiber of his body. He hated not being able to swallow anything, he hated being afraid of having his throat obstructed, he hated feeling so pathetic, but hey, it was who he was, and he had gotten used to the weeks he spent on an involuntary hunger strike. He kind of starved, of course, but Barrel could endure frequent stomach pains. He experienced them assiduously, though that didn't make them any less annoying.
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However, not being able to eat a balanced breakfast that would have surely consisted of sweets hadn't been the last straw. That very day he didn't have to go to work, and... even though he hated (okay fine, disliked) his temporary job at the tattoo shop, when he didn't have to spend hours there pretending he knew what he was doing, he spent the day prowling around Storybrooke, with nothing to do. The city was boring, especially when your other two friends were stuck working. It was merely unfair, how dare they be productive when he was procrastinating?. The black-haired man had bothered Shock recently, and look, Barrel was by no means easily frightened, but Shock could be threatening when she proposed to be, so he had decided to go pester Lock. They could have a boys afternoon! After all, Lock did nothing while working, just cleaned and read and laughed for no reason, sometimes the guy even forgot to officially open the store. It all pointed to a fun afternoon together, didn't it?
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Well, no, erreur. He had arrived, ready to be greeted with any idiotic comment, but when he had been greeted with the deepest silence, he knew that something was very, very wrong. It was one of those days. Barrel was aware that some days Lock became distant, dull and disconnected from the world, and Gosh, he loathed when that happened. And not just because he couldn't have a proper conversation with his friend, but because every time he tried to talk about it, his good intentions were rejected. Barrel knew Lock wasn't a sensitive guy, who enjoyed talking about his feelings and opening his heart, but surprise, he wanted to help. Lock was one of his best friends, and although it could be hard to believe, he didn't like to see how he shut himself in (not like he would ever admit to it, mind you). It, for lack of a better word, sucked.
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And that's exactly what was happening now. Lock was immersed in his own little world, and every time Barrel tried to get him out of it, in order to cheer him up, the older one snapped. Barrel understood, really. He was a hundred percent sure that Lock had enough with whatever his mind was doing to him, with the shit that was probably projecting into his head, so his anger was understandable (not like Lock was any nicer when he wasn't being tortured by his inner ghosts or whatever the fuck they were). Who wouldn't lose their temper when someone basically bugged you over and over again, regardless of whether it was for a good reason? In the end, Barrel decided to leave his friend alone, and head for the abandoned building they had claimed as their own cozy home. For a moment he contemplated the idea of visiting Shock, but such a purpose was quickly dismissed. He’d done enough for one day.
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With an air of helplessness, he returned home, completely ready to spend the evening locked up, entertaining himself with anything. And that’s exactly what he did. Grabbing a bag of marshmallows and a bag of licorice, he went to a window sill. The area was upholstered to create a sort of bench, yet the fabric was slightly worn. The flat was old, but whoever had previously purchased it had good taste. He climbed up the windowsill lightly, placing both bags in front of him. Since he couldn't eat them, he'd take advantage of them. Opening the bag of marshmallows, he took out two white soft clouds, and then opened the one with the licorice. He frittered away his time adorning the marshmallows with the red strip of licorice, using it as possible hairstyles, and smiles, or smiles flipped over. Once he had to get up to get a bag of M&M's to use as eyes. Yep, it was certainly a perfect evening, with him chilling in his lonesome, playing with the food. Who could ask for more?.
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Actually, no, it wasn't a perfect afternoon, it was a terrible afternoon, it was a piece of shit stuck in a stick. And he was so fucking tired of pretending that everything was fine, that nothing affected him, that he was untouchable. He had had a horrible week, full of nightmares and voices whispering temptingly in his ears, convincing him that everyone would be much better off if only he had drowned as a child, if only he could have stopped fighting and died well, without resistance. God, Barrel was so, so tired. But he kept fighting, he had to keep fighting. What he was feeling was not new, and it certainly wouldn't vanish with an afternoon of playing make-up on some unfortunate marshmallows, but he was used to feeling worthless and dismal, to the howling that insisted on making his life impossible... he just had to endure a little more. Suffering in silence was his specialty, so everything would be just fine.

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Barrel was not someone who would be characterized by good deeds. Frankly, he could barely remember the last acceptable action by society that he had done. No, wait, he remembered. He had saved some birds from certain death. Their nest had fallen from one of the branches of a large, rather intimidating tree, and he had only climbed it to put the nest back where it belonged. And he had only done that because he had a sensitive side to animals, they were much better than humans. Even when he normally made beautiful necklaces from the bones of several birds... in his denies he would say that all those birds had asked for it, he did no harm animals if he could avoid it. But the ants and birds had a gift for bothering him.
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Even so, good deeds towards animals did not count. He meant he never did anything good for other people, other humans, except Shock and Lock. And it wasn't because he didn't want to, it was just that people were the worst. Everyone knew that, so they didn't deserve any proper treatment that Barrel could offer them. In addition, he had a reputation to uphold at Storybrooke, he could not suddenly begin to act diligently and kindly towards any human who crossed his path. He had enough of being nice while working with Freya. Apparently, people didn't appreciate honesty. And he knew it because he once told a woman that her nose was so big that she could easily impersonate a pelican, and she got angry. For no reason whatsoever.
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Then why did he find himself being nice to a woman he didn't even know the name of? No one knew. Perhaps he had taken pity on her because she seemed seriously lost in the world, or perhaps he understood her. The times they had met, Barrel had noticed her suspicious glances, as if she distrusted every move the boy was going to make next. And the only thing he could deduce from her behavior was that before she landed at Storybrooke, she had lived in fear and not knowing who was a friend or an enemy. Now, he could be entirely wrong, Barrel wasn't a master when it came to reading people, but there was something about her... I don't know, there was something different about her, and he just wanted to help her not feel so alone in Storybrooke.
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The problem was that he wasn't sure how to help her, and so now, as he prepared to meet her in one alley's dead end that Barrel had found them (it was cool, it wasn't dark and scary like the movies presented them, it was pretty bright and there was a flower shop nearby so it always smelled good. They had brought wooden benches to sit on, and the truth was that it had become a very cozy place) he was just going over sign language. He hadn't practiced it for years, since his time at home with his parents, and... it didn't bring back as many bad memories as he had expected. The technique was like riding a bicycle, you didn't forget it, and soon he remembered the whole alphabet, all the words and phrases he had used most often. It felt good to practice it again.
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The thing is that the woman didn't (or couldn't, he wasn't sure) speak, nor write, and communication was very difficult, usually having to limit themselves to gestures and grimaces. Barrel wanted to make it easier for her to talk to people. God, he was getting soft, he'd go crush some ants later, that would make him feel better. When he arrived at the agreed place, the white-haired girl was already there, as he had expected. Barrel nodded in greeting, taking a seat in one of the wooden chairs. He then offered her a bag of sour candy he had brought from home. He'd been stuffed with them the day before, and probably couldn't eat more of the same for another week. "They taste funny at first, but the more you eat, the more addictive they get. They're like tobacco" ah, sweet, deadly tobacco. "Okay, don't freak out, but I was thinking we could start with a few classes today. Not like at school, where no one really listens, you just nod until the teacher gets bored with their own explanation. These classes are, for you, you know, to help you... communicate. Gestures only do so much".

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Poor squirrel, though it should have thought about that before it stole his lollipop. Look, Barrel had no intention of getting into a fight with any squirrels, he had just wanted to take a relaxing break through the lush park, wanting to have a little time to think and breathe, but no, a squirrel had to fall out of the sky and steal the lollipop he had been cunningly carrying in his leather jacket pocket just to keep rebellious animals from stealing his food. Of course, he couldn't just let it go after committing such a horrendous crime. He had more lollipops stored in both pockets of his jacket, but that did not mean he would not take revenge for losing one of his comrades.
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Catching the slippery squirrel, he pinned it to the ground, smiling broadly at it. "You should have thought about it twice before you decided to rob from people bigger than you..." And what happened next wasn't really pleasant. First he squeezed its neck with his thumbs, choking it, and then he began to skin it, only wanting to keep its shiny, grayish bones. Barrel used to make necklaces from the bones of pelicans and other birds, but he hadn't taken up this hobby in a while. He might have lost a little bit of skill, but.... he still seemed to remember how to do it.
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Within minutes, the boy was walking again, now with a beautiful necklace of bones around his neck. He had decided to use the bones of its ankles and legs, accompanied by those of its arms and wrists, because in his most sincere opinion they were the most distinctive ones. He felt good, fulfilled. He didn't like killing squirrels very much, he preferred to end the life of unbearable birds, but the squirrel had offended him by taking something that belonged to him. It was only fair that he should make it pay by taking something that belonged to it, such as its life. See, now they were at peace.
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Barrel stopped short when his eyes caught a glimpse of a guy just a few feet in front of him, wondering if he should move forward or if he should call it a day and go back home. Many of the people at Storybrooke already knew him, because he had been a guest since the first curse, but perhaps the person ahead was new... and he loved the new ones. It was always fun to play with their hopes, telling them they might have a chance to get out of there. If he was lucky, he could even convince the guy to cross the city line, it wasn't far away. "Hey, come here often?" he asked, smiling suggestively, with a lollipop surely anchored between his teeth, as he strolled closer to the figure.

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<div class="jarmacabretext">Ah, a productive day coming to an end. Definitely, compared to those days when the only vaguely interesting thing he did was to see how many marshmallows he could fit in his mouth, that particular day had been revolutionary. After all, it had been his first week on his new job, and although he had already received enough warnings to send one person home, embarrassed and with their head down, he had had a good time. Because fine, he may not have been the best when it came to dealing with people (apparently insulting them when they started to piss you off was inappropriate and unprofessional), but he didn't care too much.
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Actually, the job Freya had admitted him to was an assistant. And now he could be playing the role of receptionist, but soon, hopefully, he could start tattooing. But for that he would first have to take some courses, which explained why in those dying moments he was stuck in the stupid reception where he had to make an inhumane effort to smile forcibly and pretend that he cared about the lives of others. It was really comprehensive. But speaking of ways to treat your clients well, that afternoon he had not lost his temper with anyone, he had been relatively polite and kind, and for that small reason, the day had been a success.
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Now Barrel was at home, although to call the abandoned building where he lived with his two cohorts home would be saying a lot. It's not like during the curse, or after, they had their own homes. Shortly before they evolved into legal adults, they had been stuck in the orphanage, being surrounded by other children who longed for someone to look at them with a pinch of affection, someone who was willing to adopt them and spray them with love for the rest of their lives. But to the misfortune of many, if not all, of them, that little illusion with which they fantasized so much never came true. Barrel had never wanted to be adopted, he was fine as he was. Of course, his way of being improved by being freed from the clutches of the state and being given a sense of freedom. After that, they took over the building, more or less. They've already taken over it when they were under the curse, but details.
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The boy closed his tired eyes after curling up on the not-so-comfortable mattress that was now serving as a bed on the cold, grimy floor. Who needed a bed when you had a mattress. In seconds, he lost consciousness, plunging into the placid world of dreams and fantasies where everything was happy and easy and relaxing. From his dry lips escaped a joyful hum, possibly produced by his current dream. Within his mind, there were several clouds of color dancing through the air, some of them bumping with each other, some of those collisions causing some unfortunate clouds to fall onto the soft cotton candy floor, where they lost their fill and deflated and lost their bright white and died within seconds. And when they died, unicorns with rainbow-colored hair ate the remains of the clouds. Truly, a moving dream.
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Okay, he needed to gather ideas to decide what to do next. His day hadn't really begun with anything special, in fact, his day had just begun. Yeah, it was like... I don't know, after 5:00 in the afternoon? but he'd just got up. In his defense, he would say he had been busy the night before, playing a video game he had found lying around. It had caught his attention (a warrior who has to fight heroically against monsters to take control of the whole kingdom) and it would have been a waste to go to bed at a decent hour when he could spend an entire night playing video games until his eyes popped out of his sockets. Seriously, now they were itching and stinging, and they looked a disturbing reddish color. It looked as if he had been smoking, something that would not be unusual for him, even when for once that had not been the case.
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So after waking up with head and eye pain, a makeshift breakfast had been prepared. A little beer here, a little toothpaste that he accidentally swallowed while brushing his teeth (yes, he brushed his teeth, he wasn't that disgusting. even though he had washed them with beer... okay yeah, he was that disgusting), and coffee. What did he need to complete that nutritious and healthy breakfast? food. Food he couldn't find. Well, he had found a shiny red apple, but please, he'd rather starve than even take a bite out of it. No doughnuts, no lollipops, no candy, no cereal... nothing. Ugh, he should go shopping, but he was too malnourished to even bother to go shopping. He didn't have the strength. So he had to do the logical thing. Ask for food.
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Leaving the building, Barrel thought about asking for food from Lock, who he assumed would be working with John and Willow in that cheap tricks store (he had visited it millions of times and still didn't understand what exactly they were selling there. Potions? Curses? A venereal disease?) but he had already visited him the day before, and you see, he wouldn't mind coming back to visit and bother him, but he needed a little change in his life. So his second and last choice was Shock, who would be working in that clock shop (seriously, who keeps buying watches when you have one on your mobile phone? old-fashioned people, that's who), with Jack. Fantastic, he would go and ask her for food and if he felt like it, he would stay, if only to make fun of her. Not too much, of course, Shock was still able to make his blood run cold.
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So Barrel marched to the clock store, slipping in with a smile on his face, a smile that faded when he saw no one around. "Oh, come on," he mumbled, releasing an exasperated sigh. He was about to ask if anyone was around, at the moment his eyes spotted a piece of cake (or cupcake, or whatever, he was so hungry he couldn't even tell them apart) sitting on the counter, a piece of paper underneath so as not to stain the table. It seemed to be intact, the icing tempting him, calling him. Barrel fist bumped the air, heading for the counter, and grabbing the delicacy with both hands, swearing that it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And just then, the blonde man he'd known for a long time came along. Jack. "Hey Jackels, how's your corporeal body treating you?" he asked, smiling sarcastically, before turning his eyes to the candy. Wait, that could be Jack's, he had to act fast. So Barrel licked the base of the cake, and gods, it was delicious. "I licked it, so now it's mine" obviously.
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