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May 17 2018, 06:48 AM
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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 she 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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<div style="font-size:9px;">tag: Jack Skellington | notes: okay so, the forum for the shop wasn't created so i posted it here, all goody doody. now i assume they know each other from hallowsend, so barrel would have known he was kind of an skeleton back there, hence the corporeal thingie. look at me trying to make sense of things. anywho, tell me if i need to change something!! | ♥</div>
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Work. Apparently he had to get a stable, good, fair and well-paid job if he wanted to earn a salary that would allow him to buy everything his heart wanted. Which more than likely meant candy and alcohol and a couple of cigarettes. And of course, on some special days he would use it to buy real food, healthy food, food suitable for herbivores. Like salads and carrots and.... yes, he’d probably end up throwing away all that food, or giving it away, but what mattered was trying, right? He would try to eat something that could be considered healthy food, at least once.
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Back to business, work. Believe me, he didn’t care about working, he wasn't fit for it, but he needed the money. He couldn't be borrowing greens from Lock and Shock his whole life. Well, he could, and he would, but he wanted to feel fulfilled, you know? he wanted to make his own money to feel useful and good about himself. It was the reason why many people worked or looked for a hobby that would take time and dedication, because they wanted to prove something to themselves and others. Just as he wanted to show that he was more than capable of getting a job and working without being fired, the first few days.
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The problem was, he really couldn't. He already knew the shops that abounded in Storybrooke, most of them at least, and none of them had been able to get his attention. Bakery? as much as he loved bread and cakes and everything sweet, Barrel didn't know how to cook or how to deal with customers. Clothes store? He couldn't stand a second without snapping. People who visited these kinds of stores used to be very fussy, and he certainly had the time but not the patience to deal with them. Mechanic? He had stolen a few cars, but he doubted that this would be considered as knowledge about vehicles, so another inevitable big nope.
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He was definitely going to lose his job if he continued like this. Even if he didn't have a job to start with. The gods of works hated him, there was no doubt about it. Except they didn't hate him, or at least not too much. A tattoo shop. He did not know how to tattoo, and I repeat, Barrel would end up talking to the customers very badly, but tattoos. It was something he liked and was interested in, and he would surely not have another chance like this one anytime soon. Now he wasn't sure if they needed staff or not, but what would he lose by asking? time, that's what he'd be wasting. But there he was, walking through the door of the shop, looking around, hoping to see someone at the counter, but no. Maybe in the back? "They’re lucky I’m not a thief, 'cause if I were this would be so easy..." he mused, looking up when he saw a girl with blue hair arrive. Uh, shiny. "Are you going to run for the sexy smurf role? because you've got the smurf thing going on, but the sexy thing... you'd need a few tweaks. Small ones, maybe big ones, yeah no, enormous ones" the man shrugged, putting his hands into his trouser pockets. “Anyway, you got business? Are you looking for buddies to share the tip with?”.
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All week had stunk more than it normally should have. Every week stank from one thing or another, problems that came up and ruined your day, but that week had been filled with bad news and bad vibes. First, on Monday, he had lost his most precious treasure. No, it wasn't money, no, it wasn't someone's ID card either... he had lost the bag full of various candies that he had worked so hard to collect. Seriously, Iris had collected every kind of candy in that bag, and none of them were repeated, not once. Each one was different and unique, none of them had the same taste. It was like a bag of surprises, a bag that would bring the same paradise to your mouth. And he had lost it. Well, I mean, it had been stolen. He had kept the bag in his locker, and the only people who knew his combination were Misty and Liam (believe me, he regretted the day he thought giving them the combination would be a good idea, he had been so naive) and they wouldn't do something like that. Well, they would, but they'd give it back to him later, at least a couple of the candies. All his life's work stolen. And the worst part? He hadn't even been able to find the culprit, but he would catch them sooner or later, he would. He needed to take out the anger he had accumulated. Nobody stole his candy without paying for their crimes.
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Let's jump to Tuesday. They had been given the mark of a test of, uh, a subject they were teaching, and surprise, he had failed, with one of the lowest grades in the class. In the course. In the school history, probably. And you see, passing or failing didn't matter to him, if he cared about his grades he would study, for a change, but that was different. Iris needed to pass whatever subject it was to get through to the next grade, at least. He didn't think he was going to graduate, now or ever, but he needed to pass. The foster system had already warned him about his awful grades, and they probably wouldn't take it well if he got stuck on a course with no way out. So yes, the grade had knocked him down, and it had depressed him, and it was ironic because he didn't worry about his studies, but now he was contemplating the idea of... studying. Ew. Even the thought disgusted him, but he had to do something if he wanted to pass. He'd settle for a scraped note, really.
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Let's move on to Wednesday and Thursday, kill two birds with one stone. Insomnia. And... not being able to eat or drink. He hated it when the fear to choke settled in his chest and refused to leave. Since Wednesday he had been unable to put anything in his mouth, or swallow anything, and it sucked because he was thirsty and hungry. Smoking did not satisfy either of those two desires, unfortunately. Iris had gone a whole week without eating before, and he knew that 3 days would not kill him, but he was hungry. But... every time his gaze landed on something solid or liquid, his throat closed automatically. It was like when you tried to swallow a pill thinking you were gonna choke on it. Your throat closes, it's a defense mechanism, just like when your eyes close as soon as you put drops in them. And right now he wishes he could get rid of that stupid defense mechanism, because he fucking wanted to eat and drink. Whatever, maybe he died of starvation or dehydration, or both. Who would care.
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And so we come to Friday. The day had started well, without problems or anything like that, all right and in place. Until he was called to the principal's office. Fantastic. The funny thing was that he wasn't even sure why they were summoning him to the office, when all he had done was attend class, as he did most days. Unlike Misty >>. But apparently Iris attended to be accused of something he hadn't even done. A bomb threat scrawled in a locker? Really?. Okay, it might seem like something he and his only two friends would do, but that, they hadn't done. And while he would love to take credit, he couldn't, because it wasn't his doing. And would you look at that, they accused them without proof and suspended them from school? Okay, he'd take that into account, see who attended the next classes. After they could get back to class, of course.
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After leaving school, he sat for a while on a bench in the park, his eyes fixed on the sky. Something of the infinity of the blue sky relaxed him every time. Relaxation that was so rudely interrupted by a beep. He pulled the phone out of the back pocket of his pants, a smile drawing on his lips as he read it. It was obvious that Misty wasn't happy about the news. After putting his mobile back in his pocket, he marched to the abandoned building that Misty seemed to have taken over. It was a place they used to gather in, a place he assumed she would go to now. The building was huge, and it was in pretty good shape to be abandoned, truth be told. As he arrived and slipped through the window (because it was too easy to enter through the door, please) Iris looked around, making his way into the living room. Well, that's what he called it. There were sofas and everything in that particular room, something that made it feel like a living room. "Misty? Liam?" the only thing which answered him was his own echo, fantastic. With a sigh, he reached the living room, and almost instantly collapsed on the sofa, closing his eyes for a moment, something he should not have done. The two people he had been calling for came out of nowhere, something that almost made him jump out of his skin, almost. What he did was... well, he fell off the couch. Don't ask how, he just did. Iris let out a grunt, a combination of groaning and annoyance, sitting back up on the dirty floor. "Fuck... You guys wanna kill me?".
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Ants sucked. They thought they were so powerful and cooperative because they were small and had antennas and 8 legs (wait, weren't spiders the ones with 8 legs?... oh, 6 legs?) okay, let's cross out 8 legs and replace it with... legs, in general. Look, the boy until a few moments ago had absolutely nothing against the adorable little ants. He was indifferent to them, he didn't care about them, and they didn't care about him. They shared a good, stable relationship. They didn't communicate but they respected each other. They could basically be considered a kind of married couple. And believe me, the relationship would have lasted, if the ants had not committed an act as heinous as the one that could no longer be erased or forgotten or forgiven. You want to know why? Well, keep an eye out.
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It was night, and some humans suffer what can be called the midnight whim, which means that suddenly a terrible famine settles in their belly and does not leave them until they have satisfied it. And unfortunately Barrel was one of those people who needed to have a slightly full stomach to immerse himself in a long, deep, pleasant sleep. Now, he could have stayed in the building, in fact, he should have stayed in the building, but... he wanted to eat one of the several lollipops he had bought a few days ago bathing in moonlight. Besides, he was still waiting for the moon to give him some kind of special powers, like the ones Shock had! Don't judge him, equally magical events happened in all kinds of movies.
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Anyway, there he was, walking in the park, enjoying his pink lollipop, until the worst of the accidents happened. No, no one was hit by a train, no one bled to death, no one lost a damn finger trying to open a can of soda (it could happen). Seriously, why do people's minds always go to accidents involving human deaths? What happened next was more terrible than a demon sucking your grandmother's soul. In short, there was a rock, he tripped over it and kiss his lollipop goodbye. I know, tragic. The lollipop landed loudly on the ground, dangerously close to several ants that had caught the sweet smell coming from the food at the time. It all happened in slow motion. Barrel crouched, intending to rescue his wounded comrade, but it was too late. No seriously, it was too late because the lollipop had crushed about 5 ants, and the remaining ants were starting to surround it to take it to their ant hill.
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Oh no, they weren't going to get rid of him so soon. His lollipop had been destroyed, and obviously they had to pay. "You know what they say, forgive and forget. Forgiveness is easy, you just gotta yell 'I'm sorry' dramatically without really meaning it, but forgetting? That's the trick. Forgive and never forget. You wait until you've discovered a way to make the life of the person who hurt you miserable and then strike - but since I have no time, I'll have to attack now. Tsk, I hate disorganization" that was a huge ass lie, if he hated it, his room would be organized. But in his defence, he preferred to see it as organized chaos. Now, getting back at the ants was easy. You just needed to grab them and crush them between your fingers. It was an incredibly comforting feeling. When he was finished, he rose again, his hands now covered with something he could only assume was the blood of ants. Ew. Barrel wiped his hands as best he could on his shirt (white shirt, not really clean but still, fucking white), leaving several traces of ant blood all over his chest. A low chuckle escaped his lips at the sight, as he muttered a "Talk about masterpieces" and continued walking, with another lollipop between his lips. Yes, he had several in his pockets, they were necessary for survival. The man continued walking until he found a familiar redhead sitting on a bench, just a few feet away from his current position. "If it isn't my favorite doll," he mused, grinning from ear to ear.
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<h3>21. barrel. the nightmare before christmas. ash stymest. the land without color</h3>
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<h2>life's no fun without a good scare:</h2>
land without color - ackston myers

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He was born into a family... affected by the world. His parents met when they were teenagers. He never knew much about them, but the story of how their love started is one he could never forget. She served a king from a faraway land, a tyrant who treated all his servants and his people as if they did not matter. He used his mother as a toy, something he could use and then throw away. His mother fought back the first few times. Her parents had sold her to the king, for they needed money to keep the farm they had afloat, and the only way they could find to get that money was to sell their first-born daughter.
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The first few times, Lyzzie fought back with tooth and nail, not letting a king who had blackmailed her family touch her. But after months of being at his mercy, she learned to let herself be submissive. At least until his father came to town. His father was a prince of another kingdom, heir to small lands of little importance, hardly anyone knew them. His kingdom used to be visited by those who needed shelter and a way to escape from their problems, it was the country to which the most needy, those who had nothing fled. He traveled to the king's lands to discuss a peace treaty, as both kingdoms had been sending each other hints that could easily lead to war.
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The king accepted the deal, and invited him to stay a few days in the kingdom, and it was during those days that he met his mother. They met the morning they sent Lyzzie to clean the guest rooms, and although their first interaction was short and brief, it awoke a flame between them. It was love at first sight. The prince asked his father's permission to marry the peasant girl, his father flatly denied the request, and the prince rebelled.
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He ran off with the peasant girl the very last night, and they spent the rest of their lives together. The king dishonored his son, and the tyrannical king looked for another toy to entertain himself with, not without first putting a price on the girl's head. Eventually, his parents found a place to sleep and live. As time went by, his parents had him, and with him came money problems. They started stealing and scamming to get enough money to support their son and themselves, and for a while, it worked.
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They were made of gold, becoming prestigious thieves, until they had to return everything. They were unlucky enough to make a deal with some thug, and when they lost, they had to pay back an amount of money they didn't have. Without knowing what to do and without knowing where to turn, his mother had an idea. Sell the child. He was old enough to take care of himself, and Lyzzie was sure there would be several people who would pay well for a week or a single night in his company. The father seemed hesitant, as they were talking about their son, their own flesh and blood, but in the end he agreed. They had to, if they didn't want said thug (whose named was Rodrick) to slit their throat next time they saw each other.
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So he spent some time, jumping from house to house, being worn and thrown away like an old T-shirt, just like his mother had once been. He felt empty and confused, not understanding why his parents would agree to such a deal. At first, he didn't blame them, they had money problems, and they had only looked for an efficient way to pay back the money they owed Rodrick. But then the questions began to pop into his mind. Why hadn't they sold some of the various furniture they owned, those they only used to show off their money? Why was it that when he came home, covered in ugly purple marks, the first thing they did was ask how much he had won?
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Still, even with all those doubts clouding his mind, he didn't give it much thought. Until the final day came. It was at night, his parents sounded happy, ecstatic, jovial... and he was confused, what could have happened in a week that could have cheered his parents up? He didn't have to ask himself much more, because his parents asked him to come down to the kitchen where the two of them were, something he did reluctantly.
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They told him that they already had enough money to pay Rodrick, but they weren't going to use it to pay him, they were going to run away with it. They were going to embark on any boat they could rent, and they were going to sail away, away from it all, abandoning the apparent distressing life they had been living. He... he didn't agree. Rodrick had his men scattered everywhere, they would end up finding them and killing them, and then they would throw their bodies into the sea, where some fish would devour them.
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So he did what he thought was wise, threatened to rat. His parents laughed, perhaps thinking he was joking, but they could not have been more wrong. His parents looked at each other, terror dancing in their eyes, knowing that they could not run away if someone was left behind, willing to tell everything. Getting rid of him would be the easiest thing to do, right? so that's what they did, or at least tried to.
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His father grabbed him by the arms and practically dragged him to the lake that was dangerously close to the house. They both got inside, the cold contact causing an electric current to flow through his spine. He could hear his mother in the distance begging his father to please be careful with his shirt, as it was new, and had cost a fortune. What happened next is a blur. One moment he was able to breathe, and the next his head was submerged in the icy liquid body, slipping through his nostrils, through his mouth...
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He struggled, tried to break free from the grip his father had on both his arms, and on his head, for he was pressing it down with what he assumed was one of his hands. But the more he struggled, the more tired he became, and the more water managed to get through his body. His lungs were burning, screaming for a little oxygen. The corners of his vision were turning black, he was beginning to cough up water, that which had already submerged his lungs, drowning them mercilessly... He had always thought the sea was gorgeous, with its high, elegant waves, its soft, white foam... now it seemed dark to him, a killing machine that disguised itself as something beautiful.
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He could barely hear his father, muttering something between the lines about how soon he could join his only friends. It was true, the boy had always had a penchant for what was underground, undiscovered - skeletons and fossils, mostly. Sometimes he would hunt birds in the forest, and lock them in a cage, without food, water, or escape. When they died, he plucked and skinned them, leaving only their gray skeletons, those that looked like they were made of ivory. His parents had always considered it a rare obsession, while he preferred to see it as something artistic.
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Screams broke the silence, screams that sounded so distant. The water was dyed red. Rodrick. He had found them. He'd kill his parents, and he'd join them soon. He stopped fighting, welcoming the water.


<h2>Three of a kind:</h2>
hallowsend - before the first curse - barrel

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He was not sure whether he had died or not, whether he was in some kind of twisted paradise, but whatever it was, he liked it. He was saved by Oogie, rescued and given a relatively good life, and soon became one of his helpers, accompanied by two others. Oogie even gave them special names, names specially created for them. Lock, Shock.... and Barrel. The boy was not frantic with the nickname he had achieved, but it was better than anything else he could have obtained, so he accepted it with open arms.
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The jobs they did for Oogie were entertaining and a fun way to fill his spare time. Each had different jobs, according to their hidden specialties, even if sometimes they had to work together to accomplish certain things. They did not often fail in their assigned duties, and if they were lucky, they could even get some reward from the great boss. Barrel felt comfortable there, it was like he had started a new life, having left everything that had ever worried him far, far behind.
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It was true that starting to work for Oogie wasn't going to erase all the bad memories of his old home, of the people who used his body without blinking, leaving bruises and wounds and scars that would never really leave him. He could not erase the emptiness he felt inside, that black hole that had more than once threatened to swallow him whole. Sometimes he could still feel the ghost of fingers, venturing through his body, tracing each part, delineating the curvature of his neck, squeezing and leaving marks indicating that he belonged to them, but now he was free, free from them, forever.

<h2>the right side of wrong:</h2>
during the curse - iris white

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Some children wanted to be adopted. They longed for a place to call home, and two strict people to call parents, but Iris could live perfectly well without them. It was true that he wouldn’t have refused a little motherly love when he was little, but now that he saw how useless those who called themselves parents really were, he was glad to be able to say that he was an orphan.
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The children in the foster system tended to walk away from the weird kid who believed in zombies, aliens, or in skeletons that would one day leave our bodies, because they felt trapped being covered by our flesh. Not everyone appreciated his theories, and he didn't care, not really. Even so, talking to himself became boring and lonely, and for that very reason he could not rejoice in making friends with two other children. They became one of those trios you see on television, invincible, impeccable, and dangerous. All you had to do was ask around school, the principal feared them. Uh, it wasn't exactly their fault they couldn't take a couple of completely innocent jokes. Some people had no sense of humor, that was the problem.
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long live havin' some fun

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Now, after all the events that occurred at Storybrooke, the boy is trying to find a job, although none of them are striking him. Working, the concept itself, seems useless and boring to him and he just doesn't have the will to get up every day at a so-called ‘acceptable’ time and spend a whole afternoon working, dealing with annoying clients and not being able to tell them to fuck off. For the moment, he is content to spend his days in the park trying to find some trace of aliens, because they’re there, and borrowing money from Shock and Lock, because a boy needs money to pay his weekly dose of alcohol and cigarettes, duh.


<h2>personality:</h2>
The quietest of the group, Barrel usually chooses to keep his thoughts to himself and let Shock and Lock find solutions to any problems that may have arisen. Even if he comes up with a good, revolutionary idea, something he knows 100 percent can work, he’ll keep quiet, thinking the other two won't even bother to listen to it, and reject it as if it were garbage. Because of this, his self-confidence is quite low, thinking that anything that comes out of his mouth is going to be rudely pulled down. He's trying to work on that, opening up a little more and trying to share his ideas, but the fear of rejection wins most of the time when he gets brave enough to talk about his personal ideas.
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He's a very, very emotional person, but he'll try to hide it when possible. When he can feel compassion for people he considers unworthy to get hurt, the people he believes are destined to die will not create any kind of pity, and he will be able to hurt them without even blinking. Barrel is also a great manipulator, being able to get into people's minds as if it were simple child's play. He’s someone you can anger quite quickly, if you're irritating enough to make him angry. He's not someone who has a great deal of patience, let's say. Barrel cares a lot for those he calls friends, who would simply be Shock and Lock, and even though he sometimes treats them like he hates them (the insults they share are all affectionate, duh) he loves them like his own family.
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Barrel suffers a terrible fear of water, as he nearly drowned when he was just a child. Just seeing a drop of water will make his knees tremble and feel like butter. For this reason, he has rejected the idea of drinking natural water ever again, preferring to choose soda or alcohol or literally any liquid other than water. From time to time, the fear of choking on food may invade him, and he will then refuse to eat for days, if necessary. Having his throat restricted, by water or solid food, terrifies him. The fear of choking can last a few days, and it usually goes away when someone forces food into his mouth, something that could also cause him to choke, but it's the only way he can manage to eat again.
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The boy also has a very low self-esteem. Having been abused all his life, he really can't even entertain the thought that he might be worth anything. The people who have surrounded him all his life have made it quite clear that a simple ant is worth more than his life, and even though he is aware that Lock and Shock care about him in their own twisted way, sometimes it is impossible for him not to think that they would get rid of him without thinking twice about it if someone asked them to.
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His mind is also quite touched. Several hallucinations cloud his mind from time to time, not to mention the voices that constantly whisper to him that he should have drowned as a child. This has caused him to suffer from sudden episodes of depression, even though no one knows his condition, because he doesn't want to give them any more reasons to make fun of him.


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