[ Congratulations! You have the utmost pleasure of standing in line with a clean-cut boy in most of a prep school uniform. He's ditched the jacket, loosened up the tie, and donned a black beret for the occasion. His voice has a slight New England drawl and while his demeanor is generally louche with a lazy, aloof confidence, there is an ever-present undercurrent of rebellion that walks a fine line between mischief and anger.
Pick a line to stand in, any line to stand in: ]
i. rare item
[ Said schoolboy is peeking over your shoulder (or around you, if you're taller than him) to take a look at the book in your hands: A weathered and beaten forest green cover with a golden laurel around Five Centuries of Verse. If you open it before he can get his hands on it, you'll find an inscription. ]
Looks boring. I'll take it off your hands so you can try again, how about that?
ii. fortunes
[ Oh. He has your fortune? No thanks. He folds it up, and his hands tuck into his pockets as rocks back on his heels, smirks, shrugs. ]
Ever heard of being the master of your fate and the captain of your soul? A fortune isn't gonna tell you anything worth hearing.
iii. memories – cw suicide, emeto
[ He's a cocky, headstrong, aggressive person who still thinks he can forge his own path in a world tailor made to beat him into the shape his father and teachers want him to be. Under most other circumstances, he wouldn't even consider giving away a part of himself, no matter how ugly.
But he's also seventeen and grieving, so.
Of course he'll sell the memory of being the one who had to wake everyone in the middle of the night to tell them their best friend, their poetical leader, their figurehead, their Puck died. Of course he'll forget the endless snowfield, the silence broken only by Todd's screams, the slush he shoved in his mouth to clean off his acrid sick as he retched and babbled through his denial. Of course.
It's yours now, stranger. What's he get in return? ]
iv. wildcard
[ either hit me here or at mackleberry with whatever you want! please note: have not played charlie in ages, have not played straight up regular canon charlie in LONG AGES, bear with me. there is no info post in his journal. if you haven't seen dead poets society by now that's your damage. ]
Charlie Dalton | Dead Poets Society | OTA
Pick a line to stand in, any line to stand in: ]
i. rare item
ii. fortunes
iii. memories – cw suicide, emeto
iv. wildcard