fandomhighdorms | 5th floor common room ; sunday night

Besides his throat, Flick was pretty much feeling better. He'd felt good enough to walk his way into town to pick up some dinner and he felt good enough that, instead of eating in his room, he'd brought the Chinese food into the common room and taken a seat on one of the sofas.

When he flipped the television on, he immediately came upon some awards show and immediately decided that he wasn't going to be watching that because nope. He didn't want to watch a giant circle jerk no matter how funny anyone might be. Just not his thing.

So, while he forked some noodles into his mouth, his journey through the channels eventually landed him on a movie that he didn't recognize. Or, well, after watching it for a few minutes, he recognized the story it was based on but it was nothing that he remembered.

Well, he was curious now. Might as well take a look and maybe get a laugh or two while he ate his dinner.

[Open common room, of course. Couldn't help it, I came across this movie and had to use it in a post considering Sebastian ends up playing the Hatter too.]

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Ah, psychopaths. Flick knew a few of those. Back home, they were almost a common occurrence. It was kind of sad.

"You're smarter about this than most people I've met here," Flick said, nodding. "And I don't even know your name. I'm Flick. Live down the hall. I'm a terrible person whose done terrible things but I once bought someone a teddy bear so..."

The last part was some truth mixed in with joking.

"Eleanor," she replied, unable to keep from smiling at his joke. "I've been forced to think about it, that's all. I'm not very skilled at light conversation, but I can discuss the nature of evil for hours. I'm a neither-terrible-nor-good person who has done some terrible things, but no teddy bears yet. Who was the teddy bear for?"

"A friend of a friend," Flick said, thinking back to one of Joi's colony kids whose name couldn't remember. "He'd had a bad day, wouldn't stop crying. I bought it under the guise of shutting him up so we could sleep but he deserved something to hold."

"That's sweet," Eleanor said softly. "The Little Sisters used to make ourselves dolls, for that reason. Something to cuddle close when sleep was elusive."

She was now watching him with some curiosity.

"You're kind to small children," she said. "Why did you classify yourself as a terrible person?"

"One moment of charity doesn't make up for the many moments of lying, stealing, fighting, insulting, and threatening that I've done."

And he was probably going to be adding to that list in the near future.

"I'm terrible because I am."

His dad had made sure he'd known that when he was a kid.

"Did you have reasons?" Eleanor said. "It's what we were discussing. The variables and nuances. I've killed, and I wouldn't call myself terrible. Just ... one who survived."

"Sometimes." Flick shrugged a shoulder. "And sometimes I did it just because I could. Because I wanted to."

"Were you angry?" Eleanor asked softly, remembering how it had felt to set the splicers ablaze. How addictive it had been, venting her wrath. "At them, or at the world?"

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"Oh, I'm angry all the time," he said like it was the most natural thing in the world. "At people, at the world, at myself, everything. I don't discriminate when it comes to anger."

Eleanor put her feet on the edge of the chair, so she could hug her knees against her chest.

"What happened?" she asked.

"When it comes to life, I drew the fucking shortest stick of the lot," he said, scratching his cheek. "Must have been a real fuck up in another life."

Eleanor laughed, softly, although there wasn't any mirth in it.

"That's why I'm angry, too."

"You can be in my club," Flick said, half smiling. "We can be the angry for all the reasons in the world club. No secret handshakes because they'd probably piss us off too."

"I try not being angry," Eleanor said. "Anger's too easy. It feels like letting them win."

How well she succeeded at that ... varied. Greatly.

"I just go with it." He didn't know how not to be angry for the most part. "It's there so I just let it be there. I'm angry. Not gonna deny it."

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