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Benjamin Rhet Fenwick
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Benjy, Ben, Benny, Jammin, Fenwick. “I pretty much prefer Benjy outta just ‘bout everything, but my parents still call me Benjamin when I’m around ‘em. Hell, I even introduce myself as Benjy and people manage to twist it into Ben, Benny, Jammin, or my all time favorite from my younger sister – Benjamina. S’all in good fun though!”
July 10th, 1956
Resistance, newly recruited member of The Order Of The Pheonix.
Muggleborn. “Don’t matter too much, in my opinion. Best o’ both worlds, right?”
Heterosexual. “Dude, I… think I’m straight. In the er… society I chilled in, s’pretty frowned upon to be checkin’ out your brothers. ‘Course when you get in the joint it don’t matter what the fuck you prefer, you better hide quick, get ugly fast, or be able to kick ass. And even then, it ‘ardly matters. I… well it’s ‘ard to classify. ‘Cause under extreme circumstances or when you’re high, it don’t matter what you prefer. So yer. ‘Less someone can clarify for a bro’, ‘m leavin’ this unanswered.”
inside ando u t PHYSICAL
scarred, ever-changing, small
Benjy Fenwick is not the most attractive guy around. Nor is he the ugliest, or the manliest. In fact, he hardly stands out when compared to his counterparts. His sisters were/are gorgeous, his partners are… attention attracting, and Benjy is an expert at making himself unknown. His profile is very low key, which is a given thanks to his ‘job’. He knows how to disappear from people’s minds, knows how to slouch the right way to be sure that no one pays him any attention. He’s like that guy you run into on the street and can’t remember the next minute. He doesn’t draw attention to himself. A while ago, he considered that a problem, but nowadays he actually appreciates the silence that comes with disappearing, now that he has people to rely on.
Even so, Benjy’s appearance is ever changing. If you do not know him well, you might not understand, but he gets bored easily and needs to keep him preoccupied. Often times, the first thing he changes would be his hair color or cut. He’s gone from short to long, black to brown to blonde. He occasionally grows out his bangs and chops the back off, but ever since prison, he’s been going for low key hairstyles. Lately, he’s kept it its natural color, which would be a dirty blonde. The strands are actually more blonde than brown, but he’s the only one in his family who hasn’t had the whole platinum blonde thing going on. His hair does not look soft, and if you guessed that it wasn’t, you’d be right. He often refers to his hair as ‘pubic hair’. It is not only hard to control when he grows it out, but it also has the feel of horse hair. He doesn’t mind too much, so long as the curls stay tamable and don’t get in his way. The strands have been kept at a length around his chin for a while now and he seems to like it best that way.
For a long time, Benjy’s body could be considered malnourished by anyone. You could quite literally count his ribs and his eyes were sunken. However, as time passed after prison, he slowly regained his weight. His face gained back its shape, and is no longer gaunt. He occasionally goes back to his old appearance, which usually only happens when he’s reminded of his past. But even now, his facial appearance cannot be considered healthy. Benjy only sleeps a minimum amount of time, which has become quite apparent by the dark circles that remain underneath his eye sockets. His eyes are sometimes bloodshot from his continuous lack of sleep, and the red lines surround the deep blue that he has inherited from his parents. They are framed by light eye lashes and shadowed by slender eyebrows.
His face is wide, and while his cheekbones are quite apparent, they are not entirely visible. His nose, surprisingly, has never been broken. Before he gathered a dislike for needles, he had gotten it pierced and for a long time kept a nose ring situated in his nostril. ‘Course that wasn’t allowed in prison, so he had to remove it for six weeks. He spent a while debating whether to poke it back in, and finally did so a month or two after. Now, he removes it and wears it as he pleases.
His lips are on the thin side – or more like his top lip is on the thin side while his bottom lip is average. He also had his bottom lip pierced, maybe around the age of 17. The ring has been in and out ever since. While it healed over when he was in jail, it wasn’t as fast as his nose and when he poked the ring back in, it didn’t hurt too badly. He tends to draw it in with his teeth and play with the piercing when he does have it in, which he has been told is quite annoying. It’s better than him having it out though, ‘cause he finds it horribly entertaining to spit water at people through the hole. His teeth are definitely not perfection. The last time they could’ve been considered white was at least thirteen years ago, before he started smoking cigarettes. Drugs and tobacco can stain your teeth like no tomorrow, and he’s quite lucky that they haven’t rotted through. The color is not a wicked brown, but it’s not stunningly white either. They are slightly crooked, and he has a light overbite that he’s never had the mind to fix. His jaw is wide set, and occasionally covered in brown scruff when he’s too lazy to shave.
Benjy’s body is not… particularly wowing. It’s been through lots of trauma in the past few years, weight loss, weight gain, and abuse. Even now, his weight is borderline unhealthy. He’s actually shorter than most guys, standing at a weak 5’8 1/2. His height is something he is incapable of bragging about, instead informing people that little guys do it better. His ribs aren’t as clearly visible, but the outline is definitely there. His arms aren’t spectacularly muscular, but stringed with muscles that had been gained over the years. Plus, he knows that he doesn’t need muscle to knock someone out. If you know how to punch, it will hurt like hell no matter how muscular you are. His legs are hairy… not abnormally, but it’s more than obvious because his leg hair is much darker than anything else on his body is. His skin has two different colors, which is weird. His legs are a darker tan than the rest of his skin. His arms are pale because they hardly get any sun. He has a tendency to keep them covered because of the scars that litter his skin.
When it comes to piercings, scars, and tattoos, they are plentiful when it comes to Benjy. He continuously wears two black gages in his earlobes, only taking them out to clean the skin and to freak out his younger sister. He occasionally wears a lip ring on his bottom left lip, and spends a lot of time removing it with his teeth. His nose, just like his lip, is pierced as well. He tends to keep this piercing out more than in because eventually it begins to bother him. When it comes to tattoos, Benjy has four. The first one he received would be on his right shoulder, pectoral, and upper arm. He got it around the age of sixteen for no reason. But now, he claims that the space themed tattoo represented his urge to get away. It’s complete with an alien, spaceship, and planets. Possibly the most colorful tattoo a guy can get. His second tattoo would be the gang tattoo that covers a small space on the left of his left foot. It spells ‘athletes’ and is in simple black lettering. His last tattoos would be two stars that are located on each of his ankles. The colors are red, purple, and light blue. He got them almost immediately after he was released from jail, and they are possibly his most influential tattoos. They each represent his sisters, Suz and Liv. If asked, he would explain that they represented his light. The thought of them was the only thought that kept him straightedge, and now he has a constant reminder of them.
The scars on Benjy’s body are unbelievable in the amount. He would be unable to tell you how many scars he’s acquired over the years, but you should be aware that it is a lot. He’s been in two wars – gang war and a wizarding word. Gone to jail, sold his body for drugs, done drugs. And even when you dismiss all those scars, he has scars from being beat up and horseback riding. Scars from bullet wounds, scars from knives, scars from cigarette burns, shooting up, scraping his knees, scars on his knuckles, scars on his face, scars from being bucked off horses, scars from being kicked by horses. Honestly, you name it and that body part was most likely scarred. Even around his hips, he has scars. And he tends to pick at his scabs, so he has more than he should have. He probably has over a hundred scars, all over his body. Probably two hundred if you count where he shot up. Well… more than two hundred. More than three hundred even.
Benjy’s style consists of whatever he can get. He hardly ever wears short sleeve shirts, because he is well aware that the marks on the inside of his elbows will draw attention. He sticks to what he is comfortable with, which would be long sleeved t-shirts and flannel shirts. Anything that covers the marks that he has become abnormally ashamed of. He doesn’t like wearing bright clothing, instead choosing to wear browns and greens. Neutral colors, if you will. Jeans are a constant with him, and they’re usually covered in paint splatters. When he is just relaxing around the house and around people he trusts, he tosses on sweatpants and a t-shirt if he has one. If not, then he goes shirtless, but he’s quite modest. His sneakers are ratty, he doesn’t wear jewelry other than his piercings, and hats have become his best friend.
All together, Benjy is a small guy with an obvious scarring problem. His appearance is on the down low, and he has perfected the art of getting lost in a crowd.
it‘s all about the stuff on thei n s i d e PERSONALITY
impulsive, peaceful, personable
Rules (“When there are rules, I know what not to do.”) , baths, spray painting, tattoos, piercings, proving peoples assumptions about him wrong, baseball caps, second chances, pancakes, spontaneity, hot chocolate, adrenaline rushes, classical music (“Dude, don’t tell anyone I like this sh- stuff.”), poker, jokes, gum, sketching, giving people things, opening boxes/envelopes, receiving letters, animals, attempting to cook, pb&j, running, rain, snuggling under the covers, cold air, Susannah and Olivia, having a lot of things to do, being busy, children, playing sports, board games, card games, rearranging rooms, doing the dishes, puzzles, clean sheets, hula hooping, lying on the floor, playing with marbles, defensive spells, reading, being listened to, hats, breakfast, singing to himself, horses.
Police (“Yeah, I know the stereotypical shit, but when you’re out on the streets and you’ve got murders and fuckin’ robberies under your belt, the last thing you wanna see is one of those cocky cops strutting down the street.”), stares, speaking about the past, gangs, sirens, corruption, manipulation, dirty water, drugs, alcohol, getting caught, applesauce, noodles, supremists, mints, needles, cigarettes (“I hate ‘em, but at the same time they’re the only shit that keeps me off of that other nastier shit.”), stereotypes, being classified as a criminal, complaints, being back at home, assumptions, messes, fighting, sleeping, dreaming, nightmares, arrogance, underestimations, liars, god, Christian school, wizarding robes, judgments, high maintenance anything, touching, Christmas, insults, arguing, the wizarding world (“I mean I ain’t hating on it or anything, but I gotta say that the muggle world kicks it’s ass.”), the dark, being touched, ‘hooking up’, sleeping, thunderstorms.
stubborn as hell, can fight with the best of them (magic and physical), strategizing, fading into the background, following orders/rules, brave, gives more than he takes, makes people feel welcome/like they fit in, quick reflexes, easygoing, empathy, getting things done, fast, experience on the streets, street savvy, keeping things/secrets to himself, working the streets/gathering information, defensive spells, straightedge, animal person.
needles, drugs, doesn’t know when to stop, doesn’t know when he’s being annoying, alcohol, attacking spells, gets a small amount of sleep, can be a tidbit paranoid, not the easiest person to relate to, extremely impulsive (to the point where it’s a bad thing), has trouble holding onto a thought, easily guilted/manipulated, doesn’t think through, often has to have things ‘simplified’ to understand them, sometimes blank minded, doesn’t like the dark, it’s often hard to understand him because he has an irish accent mixed with street slang and a country twang. (“Yer, dawg. Just be ‘appy that I speak kin’a slow, y’know?”) afraid of thunder and lightning, afraid of the dark if he’s the only person visible.
picking at dead skin, scraping his fingernails over his chapped lips, not listening when he’s supposed to, blanking out, smoking cigarettes, shaky hands, gnawing on ice cubes, making breakfast even when it’s dinner time, spray painting the walls, forgetting to wash his hands and walking around with paint/pencil residue on his fingers, chewing on the inside of his lip, forgetting to speak, ignoring people who are angry/ranting/complaining, breaking out in song to keep his mind clear, chewing on hay when it’s available, and when it isn’t, chewing on toothpicks, playing with his piercings, picking at scabs.
The fact that he is currently on probation for vandalism and robbery, after spending three months in jail. He’s terrified of violating his probation and being sent back to jail. Jail is not fun. Especially when there are abnormally, large guys named ‘Bubba’ and ‘Tiny’ involved. He occasionally gets severely paranoid and terrified in the dark, and most of the time keeps his room alight with a night light. Something he will probably never admit to. He has a severe sleeping problem, to the point where he will go several days without letting his head hit a pillow. It’s a combination of slight paranoia and nightmares. He has murdered before, but he will never actually speak about it. Now that he’s out of the business, he never wants to think or reminisce on it. Benjy often avoids the streets at night and his previous gang territory, because he knows that if word gets out that he’s out of the joint, the gang will try to recruit him again. While he knows he will say no, he doesn’t know that they will accept that. He constantly blames himself for his sister’s death. He’s absolutely terrified of becoming addicted once more to heroin.
“Benjamin is a good boy. I suppose with everything that has happened, people don’t expect me to say so. But he is, and nothing he has done was done intentionally. He’s very… um… gullible. He will do just about anything to make people like him and I think most people view that as an annoying quality. I cannot say that I am very proud of him, because he has made some disappointing choices in his lifetime. Sometimes I find myself angry with him, but he is one of those people that you can’t really stay angry at? I guess. I love my son, but sometimes I wish he had more common sense.” Leila Kay Fenwick.
Benjy Fenwick can be described in many words, but his personality is basic. Most people view him the same. One thing about him is that he is very gullible. Unfortunately, he’s the type of guy who would do anything to make a friend. He believes lies and can’t help but fall for the most obvious traps. Despite his history with gangs and drugs, Benjy views everyone’s good side without even considering the evil side. He doesn’t contemplate when he makes friends or why they want to be friends with him, he doesn’t think about it. He needs the attention that comes with having friends, even if it requires chasing them down and forcing them to like him. Obliviousness is something that occurs a lot with Benjy, and he often doesn’t realize that people hate him until they express it to his face. Even then, it’s very hard to push him away. He believes lies but often doesn’t believe the truth, because the truth hurts like hell.
There are only a few people who like Benjy, immediately. Most people cannot tell you why they dislike him, but they can tell you that it’s incredibly hard. There are moments where he is intolerable (like when he is following you like a lost puppy) and other moments where he’s incredibly thoughtful and easy to speak to. However, it’s well known that Benjy would have no friends if he wasn’t so damn persistent. It could be a play on his obliviousness, but he has never been one to give up. In fact, there isn’t a thing he hasn’t given up on in his entire life. Unfortunately, for the people who dislike him, that means that you’re stuck with him. If you even send a smile his way, this kid will be on you like white on rice. With only five minutes of speaking, Benjy will declare you his best friend and if you’re too nice to deter him, you will have yourself a new pet. He is determined to get what he wants, on an ulterior level. Often times he won’t even notice he’s being an annoying ass until someone tells him so. He tries to tone it down when he realizes that he is doing so, but most of the time he forgets in a span of a few minutes.
Being as persistent as he is, it’s incredibly hard to stay angry with him. If you hate him, then it’s incredibly easy because your opinion is set. But if there is just dislike, then there’s still something you like about him, which can be a condemning factor for you. Good luck hating him, because as soon as you’re bordering the level of hate, he will do something spontaneous and surprising that will push you away from the ledge. He lacks the common sense that reminds him that not all people will like him. Common sense is actually quite absent from his mind, and he often does shit that no one else would attempt. It’s one of those ‘annoying’ factors but he backs it up with being reliable. It’s just a never ending circle of hate, dislike, like, love.
“The last person I want to speak about is my son. He is responsible for the death of my daughter, and possibly others. How can such a nice boy kill people? Don’t ask me. He’s stupid. A dumbass, rebellious, and hasn’t expressed any guilt for his actions. He is very influential, and I will never let him near my family again. A devils incarnate. Leila says it’s impossible to stay angry with him, but it’s very easy to hate him for his previous actions. I pray that I will never come face to face with him again.” Taylor Rhett Fenwick.
Benjy is incredibly honest. In fact, he hardly ever lies. There is something about lying that bothers him, and he’d much rather tell the truth and get punched than lie and have to carry around that guilt. He tells the truth if asked, hell even tells it if he isn’t asked. However, if you want to receive information about his past, you will have to ask. And he will tell you about it, even if it brings up bad memories. He figures that people deserve to know about him and what he’s gone through. It’s human curiosity, and who is he to stop that? Often times, his honesty can get him in trouble. The last person you want to ask if this dress makes you look fat is Benjy. Because honesty can hurt like a bitch, but he’d much rather be honest than tell lies. ‘Cause once the lies come out, it hurts much worse.
Yes, he may be incredibly honest, but his intelligence is lacking. After years of drugs and alcohol, you lose what is most important to you. His intelligence has deteriorated over time, and nowadays it’s often hard to have a serious conversation with him. Not because he doesn’t take things seriously, but because he often zones out or has to ask you to clarify. He doesn’t do it intentionally, and to be honest it’s irritating to him as well. He has never been used to being slow minded, but that’s just how it goes. A lot of the time he has to go back and review what people said, to be sure he heard it right. He lacks relatively knowledgeable common sense and can surprise people with his… stupidity, for lack of a better word. I’m not saying that he is unintelligent, but he definitely could be smarter. Common sense is gone, but his street smarts are refined. In fact, he is proud to admit that the reason that Dumbledore wanted him, other than his skill at defensive spells, is that he is incredibly good when it comes to the streets. He fades in the background, spots things that other people can’t spot, and is amazingly good at picking people out. He dislikes the streets, but is more than happy to help.
“Benjy? You’re talking about my brother, correct? Oh, well… He’s very kind. As in, he looks out for other people and often forgets about himself. Most people don’t notice this trait, because they are in the process of being treated like royalty by him, but if you look closely you can tell. He wants to do things for people, like feed them, make sure they are okay, and make them happy. He likes making people happy, even if they treat him horribly. I should hate him, I know my father does, but it’s incredibly hard. And once you speak to him, he comes off as very… innocent. Childlike! Honestly, I doubt anyone would think I was the youngest if I stood next to him. Even the way he looks at things is childlike. He’s told me what he’s done, and if anyone is guiltier it’s him, you know? Benjy is… very good at getting people to understand him. I just wish that people would try.” Olivia Leigh Fenwick
Benjy is the kindest 21 year old you could possibly meet. In fact, it often surprised the counselors at jail, because they knew that he was there for a reason. Not to mention his drug addiction. You don’t often get addicts and thieves that kind in jail. He is often doing things for people that he shouldn’t be doing. If he wasn’t a guy, he could be considered a mother hen. He cares for people more than they will ever care for them, and has no problem taking care of them. His goal in life is to make people happy, not himself. So, if their happiness depends on him going out of his way, then he will go out of his way. He would walk five miles for his best friend, die for his siblings, and protect any harmless animal in the way. He likes to cook for people, more than he should. He wants to entertain them, and keep them happy. If someone is having an off day, I recommend hiding from Benjy because the next thing you’ll know, you’ll be at an amusement park eating cotton candy. He practically makes it his job to cheer people up.
Childlike is something that describes him very well. It’s almost as though he never grew up in the first place. Or maybe that he grew up too early and is now reliving the childhood that he missed. Either way, anyone can tell you that Benjy is quite the child. In fact, people often tell him that children are more mature than him… which is possible. He likes to play, likes to hold things, and is incredibly curious. He doesn’t speak like a child, because even he finds that annoying, but cannot help but eat dessert before dinner. He’s been through loads of shit that most adults haven’t, but still gets a thrill when he raids a playground. Good luck with making him grow up. With childhood often comes easily guilted.
And trust me, Benjy is easily guilted. If he isn’t doing something you, the quickest way to get him to do it is to guilt him into it. ‘Course that isn’t entirely fair ‘cause the poor kid already has loads of guilt sitting on his shoulders. Adding unnecessary guilt could cause early gray hairs, but in the short run if you want to get something, that’s the way to get it. In fact, you don’t even have to go out of your way to manipulate him. He will do just about anything to cure a case of guilt.
Along with being easily guilted, it’s also incredibly easy to talk to Benjy. A lot of the time, people will find themselves opening up to him without recalling even striking up a conversation. He’s incredibly relatable, even though hardly anyone has been through what he’s been through. People who like him often have him set as their go-to guy, which is reasonable seeing as he’d gladly talk through the day. It’s not that he likes talking; it’s that he likes listening to people. He likes being spoken to, even if the conversation has nothing to do with him. He can give advice with the best of them, but people don’t often go for advice. Just someone to talk to. He listens more than he speaks, and oftentimes brings up a cup of hot chocolate…because who doesn’t like hot chocolate?
“Yeah, tha’ one kid? I ‘member ‘im. He got busted for some shit, righ’? S’only a matter of time, he was high as a kite most the time. We were aight buddies, y’know since it’s called for, but I got on wit’ ‘im all righ’. Tha’ was until that one day where I kicked this fuckin’ whinin’ cat outta my way. This kid comes off as easy goin’, ‘nd you don’t really worry ‘bout a temper since he’s so small, but fuckin’ damn. Tha’ guy got righ’ up in my face like he was six foot or sum’in ‘nd started …talkin’. He didn’t yell, he just talked, ‘nd I gotta admit it was fuckin’ scary. Yer not supposed to figh’ within the gang, y’see, but this kid was prepared to figh’ me, get beaten up, and kicked outta the gang because of a cat. A fucking cat. What the hell is wrong with him?” Jasper Kerby.
Anger is something that hardly occurs with Benjy. In fact, there are only a few people who have witnessed his temper. His family would be number one, and even then, the only person who has actually been confronted with the full power of it, is his father. It’s hard to imagine the small male having a temper, because he comes off as kind and overbearing. Not someone who knows how to knock a guy out in one hit or is thrown into a tornado of rage. But despite the fact that it rarely makes appearances, it’s there. It isn’t apparent, he isn’t one of those guys who gets angry and screams and shouts. In fact, when he gets angry his voice gets steadier and words that previously were unavailable come to him with ease. He gets quieter and stiller. It’s possibly the only time he gets quiet and still, other than when he’s upset. He doesn’t necessarily argue, unless push comes to shove. Usually he just broods the mood away. He comes off as someone who would forgive easily, but that’s because he hardly notices in the first place. But once you fuck up the relationship, it’s over. As soon as you cross the line and do something that is hardly forgivable, the relationship will be gone. Benjy will ignore you just like everyone ignores him.
Despite his extreme temper, Benjy is actually quite loyal. It’s something that is practically required in the ‘fields’ he’s been in. No gang wants a backstabber and no Order wants a betrayer. Benjy would die for his friends with the snap of a finger. He would jump in front of bullets, go through torture, and keep his mouth shut the whole time. As I have mentioned before, his friends are his life. He lives to keep people happy and to keep his friends. If it takes giving his life away, he’d readily do that. However, if his loyalties are split, there may be some trouble. He doesn’t always make the best decisions in that case, and can often lead to the downfall of someone. He doesn’t like being torn, but unfortunately things happen and people lie. Usually he just wishes that people were just as loyal as he was.
“Benjy annoys the fuck out of me. Seriously, the kid never stops. “Cells, wanna play cards?” “Cells, wanna go for a walk at six am because I saw a duck across the road and I want to bring it home but I’m not telling you that’s the reason I want to go?” “Cells, can we adopt this greasy, drooly little kid?” “Cells—”AHH FUCK NO. THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS NO. He’s like dealing with a two year old! Except he can actually talk. And, well, I don’t have to feed him and shit, thankfully. But, I guess he’s been through a lot of bad shit. And even when I’m mean as ever to him, it’s like…he never hates me. He really should, probably, but he doesn’t. He slips up a lot, and he really doesn’t seem too bright, but I don’t know, he’s so damn caring. It’s like no one can do him wrong, and I’m not sure he takes things seriously enough. That’s a bad way to be, really, I mean, he’s gonna get fucked over. Damn Benjy. Even if I can’t stand him, I wish he’d have a little more self-preservation, because I don’t want that to happen.”Marcello Vincente Rushmore. (Written by Chippy.)
As his roommates, siblings, and family have realized, Benjy is fucking annoying. He isn’t even a normal level of annoying. People have probably never met a more annoying person. He is constantly asking questions, following people, and nagging them to do something with him. For Benjy, it isn’t intentional. He wants to do things almost all the time, and never wants to have time to think. Of course, he doesn’t understand when people just want to sit around doing nothing. If his parents actually took the time, he may have been diagnosed with attention deficit in his younger years, but nowadays the last place he wants to go is the doctors. Plus, it has toned down quite a bit. Unfortunately, it’s still an abnormal level of a need for attention. There is hardly a moment where Benjy isn’t moving. He hardly sleeps, because nightmares plague him like the guilt he carries. The streets are his playground during the day, and when he isn’t outside, he’s doing puzzles or spray painting the walls of the living room. ‘Course, poor Cello has to deal with the hyperactivity that comes with Benjy.
Drugs, gangs, and jail time can completely change a person. Fortunately… Or unfortunately, Benjy hasn’t changed much. He may be more cautious and a little more streetwise, but he’s still as annoying, persistent, and caring as ever. He will always be someone’s friend, even if they hate his guts. He has more stories than his grandparents do, and he’d gladly tell you about them. So, if you can get over being annoyed by him, you’ve got the best friend a person could ever acquire.
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nothing is thicker thanb l o o d THESTORY
Kenmare, Ireland. “Pituresque town. We had a ranch with buncha horses ‘nd shit. Family was lacking, but I liked the horses, so it was aight. I go back there sometimes ‘nd fool with the horses, jus’ when I know that pa and ma won’t be in town.”
London, England. “Well, I’ve got a flat with Cells, oh… Marcello, y’know? That kid with the wicked hair? But yeah, I’m roomed with ‘im ‘cause I’m a new recruit, Dumble’ was sayin’ that he should teach me the ropes ‘nd shit like tha’. S’not too shabby. I tell my probation officer that he’s my cousin or somethin’, since I’m supposed to be living with family. Can’t really tell her that I’m involved in some fuc- stupid war… I’m sure that’s ‘gainst my probation.”
“Whatever I’ve got in my pocket, man. Which ain’t much, in case ya’ll ‘quire further details. I’m as rich as the shirt on my back, ‘nd trust me this shirt was a coupl’a dollars.”
N/A “Well naw, nobody really hires convicted bro’s, y’know? I’m supposed to ‘ave a job, but can’t reall’eh ‘elp it. ‘M thinkin’ tha’ my probation officer’s lettin’ me go on this one. But I guess tha’ the Order might count? If so, I gather info off the streets. Since I work ‘em so well, y’know? Proud to say that I’m kickass at finding DE locations. I map ‘em out, color code tha’ shit ‘nd everything, then hide it away ‘til I need it.”
Attended a muggle elementary school until the age of seven. Age 7 to 11 was schooled in Rockwell’s Boarding School for Troubled Children. Hogwarts student age 11 to 17 – Gryffindor.
Taylor Rhet Fenwick (58) “My Pa is uh… my biggest hater. If you wanna call it that. He’s constantly berating me, even when I haven’t done shit wrong. Every fuckin’ breath I take is doin’ wrong in his eyes, and sometimes I think he just hopes that I’ll crash and burn som’day and stop raising ‘ell. I’m his big ‘fuck up’ or whatev’ the hell he calls me behind my back. Def na’w my biggest fan. But, yer. Enough ‘bout me. ‘Taylor’ is fifty eight; one of those ‘must be perfect pa’s’. He’s like the pureblood of the muggle world, yeah? ‘Nd he works as a, uhhh, politician. Prolly why he’s so disappointed in me, ‘cause I completely fucked up his perfect rep or whatever. Sent his street cred to the dogs after all these shitty fiascos. Haven’t seen ‘im in, what, four years? Since he kicked me ‘n’ Suz out.”
Leila Kay Fenwick (Higgs) (56) “Ahh, Ma. She’s got confuses me sometimes. Like I ain’t got her pegged. I got my Pa pegged, but you get to Ma and she’s got some changes flowin’. ‘Course either way, she don’t approve of what I’ve been doing or any of that shit. Ain’t proud of me or nothin’. Then when she ‘n’ Pa are ‘round me, she puts me down like no tomorrow. But when it’s just us, she acts like she’s still my ma, y’know? S’weird. Last time I saw her was when dad kicked us out, but she writes every so often. I think she was gonna come see me when I got outta the joint, but y’know, my Pa wouldn’t allow that. She’s one of those stay at home moms, yeah? Though the only kid she’s gotta watch now is Liv.”
Susannah Leigh Fenwick (24) (deceased) (1953) “Susannah, well naw. My ‘rents only call her Susannah. Everybody else called her Suzy, but I got Suz. She is… naw, she was my best friend. Sorry, gotta get used to this past tense shit. But yeah. My best friend, y’know the only person who actually knew me inside ‘nd out. I don’t really like talkin’ ‘bout how she passed, but basically my pa tossed us outta the house after I got back from Hogwarts ‘cause we tampered his fucking ‘rep’. So, we came to London. Me, ‘cause I liked passing through it when I was goin’ to Hogwarts, and Suz ‘cause she liked the nightlife and an’thin’ was more interestin’ than the rollin’ hills of Ireland. I joined the gangs on the streets, and Suz made friends. Friends that let us chill at their apartment, jock their drugs, ‘nd yeah, y’know the same ol’. We ma’e our own fam out h’ure. Well, after ‘bout, what…, three years of the same old shit, Suz overdosed righ’ ‘cross from me ‘nd I was too outta it to notice ‘til the morning. My ‘rents blamed me, said I was the one who led her on tha’ path. Y’know what fucking sucks? They didn’t even let me go to her funeral. My own sisters funeral, and my pa fucking banned me from goin’. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive him for that, just as he’ll ne’er forgive me for leading Suz astray.”
Olivia Leila Fenwick (17) “Liv ‘nd I never had the chance to actually become super close. I’m four years older than her so there’s some age diff’ in there. ‘Course I feel shitty ‘bout it now, since I can’t really hang with her now. My ‘rents don’t let us talk. First coupl’a times I tried, I got that return to sender shit, which was when I figured out to use my owl. So, we chill and write to eachother a lot, an’ I try to see her ‘cause she’s the only family member that doesn’t seem to hate me. She’s a good girl; bet my Pa is prou’ tha’ at leas’ one turned ou’ good.”
“Eh, I haven’t really thought ‘bout marriage. Never crossed my mind, but naw dude, I ain’t married or anything."
“Those would be some fu- messed up children. Ain't got none… y’know, that I know of. I ain’t sleep ‘round like the res’ of the fella’s though, so I shoul’ be fine."
"Naw man, anyone else don't matter. I don't wanna remind 'em of the castaway or the fuck up or whatever the hell they call me behind my back. My other family used to be my gang, but I can’t even be caught with ‘em anymore. After a while, you learn that your family ain’t got the best interest for you, y’know? Like they don’t give a shit so long as it benefits ‘em. But that’s aight, I don’t resent ‘em or anything. I thin’ the only fella that can be considered ‘other fam’ is Cells, ‘nd sometimes he hates me so it ain’t too spiffy."
“Well, dude it’s gonna be long and it’s gonna make no fuckin’ sense to you. But you can try and get through it, I ain’t stoppin’ ya.” The Fenwick history is a long and occasionally boring story. It has its high points, but the beginning is not very entertaining compared to the rest. Taylor Rhet Fenwick grew up under the supervision of a strict military father. Nothing was every good enough, even when he strove to be perfect. His father’s approval was the only approval he ever searched for and he never found it. His father died just months after Taylor turned nineteen. The death did not send Taylor into a spiraling tunnel of self hate, instead sending him in the opposite direction. He began making a name for himself, starting by becoming governor, and then quickly jumping to senator. He was the perfect senator – there were no counts against his name and he was rather attractive for working in a place with a bunch of old stinky men.
Then, he typically met Leila Kay Fenwick. She had been a librarian at the time, but quit her job once Taylor proposed. They married in an extravagant church and had the headlines of the Irish newspaper for a week. Leila was devoted to Taylor, and became the perfect trophy wife for her husband to show off. Blonde, blue eyes and a body that could send even the prettiest model into feelings of insecurity. They were a power team on the circuit. Leila provided for her husband, took beautiful pictures, and had no past incriminating activities. Taylor had easily become the most enviable male on the circuit by males and Leila became the most jealousy-inducing female around. They were not stars, but they had the access that the stars had. Who knew that being a politician could be so influential?
Then Leila got pregnant, much to the joy of the newspapers and Taylor. They had been trying for a child for a year now, and when news came that she was carrying a baby girl, the flood gates of happiness broke. Susannah Leigh Fenwick was born August 21, 1953 with a full head of blonde hair and incredible blue eyes. She was a baby full of boundless energy and was constantly bouncing from person to person. There was nothing that she didn’t receive – in fact; she was given what she wanted before she even knew wanted it. They were a picturesque family; three beautiful people combined in what seemed as the perfect triangle surrounded by the rolling hills of Ireland. By the time Susannah reached the age of four, she had intense knowledge of her surroundings. She was not your typical whiney four year old. Yes, she was spoiled, but it was followed up by careful manners, polite chatter, and massive curiosity all combined into one gorgeous little girl.
Everything was going fine. Leila and Taylor still had reign over the political world, and Susannah was getting along perfectly with her designated nannies. And then, Leila once again became pregnant, this time with Benjamin Rhett Fenwick. However, do not let your predictions precede you – Benjy didn’t start out rebellious. In fact, it was rumored that the Fenwick children did not have a rebellious bone in their body. His parents drilled every single rule and manner into his body, until he could remember his p’s & q’s on his own. The stereotype of rebellious middle children seemingly passed right over Benjy. The extent of his rebellion was throwing a tantrum when he didn’t get dessert after dinner. Even at that young age, Benjy and Susannah spent most of their time around the ranch. Benjy developed a quick love for the horses, and soon enough he was riding them with Suzy. There is usually some hate complex that comes with being the first born, but Susannah took Benjy under her wing when no one else would. She quickly became his idol, and it was rare that you didn’t see the two blondes together. At age two, Suz had practically trained Benjy into the perfect little boy, just as their parents had perceived. However, as they both grew, Susannah became more dependent on her school friends, and Benjy found himself without his best friend.
Not even four years after Benjy was born, Olivia Leila Fenwick was introduced to the Fenwick family. Unfortunately, Benjy had quite the jealousy complex on this. Susannah was going to school, his parents were preoccupied with a new baby, and there was no one to give the four year old the attention he strove for. And so, just as every attention deprived child would do, Benjy began to act out. It wasn’t anything groundbreaking – he just became louder, more reckless, and found himself doing stupid stuff just to get the attention he needed. His personality developed and he was soon annoying the shit out of everyone in a ten mile radius. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he sure as hell wouldn’t stop. Now that he had begun to act out, it would not stop.
Taylor and Leila realized that he was developing negative personality traits and slowly withdrew their children from the spotlight. The Fenwick children disappeared off the face of the tabloids for a while afterwards, as the middle child’s behavior became quite unbearable. Taylor came to a decision of what to do when Benjy decided it would be terribly entertaining to set all of the horses free all over the ranch. First, he had an unsettling talk with the six year old. And by unsettling, it was terrifying, and Benjy found himself snapping back for the first time.
“’M yeah. My Pa ain’t like that one too much. I tol’ him tha’ since he wa’n’t ‘round tha’ much, tha’ he couldn’ tell me wha’ to do. Prolly the angriest I’ve ever seen ‘im. Slapped me fuckin’ silly – my cheek was black ‘n blue for weeks. Tol’ my Ma that I ran into a door, but I know she knew wha’ really happened. Suz knew too. M’thin’ing she never looked at Pa the same way. Don’t really blame ‘er, I lost my faith in ‘im after tha’.”
Taylor was not pleased with his son’s impertinence. As soon as school was back in swing, Benjy was packing his clothes. His father decided that they couldn’t handle or risk his son’s behavior getting any worse and affecting Susannah or Olivia’s life, and enrolled him in a boarding school across Ireland. Seven years old, and Benjy was cast away from his family and life, and into an unknown school full of kids just like him. Striving for attention and acting out like the developed troublemakers they are. Now, many people have the misconception that boarding school is just for rich kids – which it is. But it’s also for the kids who parents have given up on them. Therefore, boarding school is full of fuck ups and Benjy was just one among many ranks of unwanted children. There were ages five to sixteen in the school and anyone must have thought it was insane to have so many children, so many fucked up children in the same vicinity.
He was roomed with a child his age – a boy. It did not go well. The other kid had been sent there after beating up a child in his class. Benjy was possibly the most annoying kid in the school. Needless to say, the seven year old got his ass handed to him, his face black and blue for the second time that year. After the encounter, he actually had to go to the hospital for a broken arm. After realizing that Benjy needed someone more tolerant of his behavior, he was set up in a room with a female, Amanda Kissinger. They usually didn’t intermix genders, but since he was so young, there was no worry by the administration of any foreplay. Amanda was twelve years old, and extremely kind to Benjy. Mr. Fenwick became best friends with the female, who became his body guard when his peers got too frustrated with his personality. Three years passed in the school, and Amanda and Benjy were still sharing a room. You could even say that she had become his first crush and then love. They kept in contact over the summer, and they both began to experience a yearning to actually want to go back to school.
His fourth year of attendance brought on… a relationship. Or more like, Amanda and Benjy began a sexual relationship.
“Uhn, yer. ‘M thinkin’ I was horny, she was horny. ‘Nd we were close. Puberty was a bitch, ‘nd no one really liked either of us. So we just stuck together, ‘nd yeah. Not gonna go into details or shit, ‘cause that’s bouncin’ in someones privacy. Tha’ school was pretty fucked up, though. Ain’t gonna lie – that’s where I got drunk the first time, smoked my first cigarette and got my first whiff of weed. My ‘rents thought it was a good place ‘cause when I came home I wasn’t ac’in’ out ‘nymore. But tha’s ‘cause I got the attention I needed. Di’n’t like cigarettes too much back then, but I jus’ smoked ‘em to fit in. ‘Course after all tha’, the letter came.”
The letter that Benjy is referring to would be the letter from Hogwarts. The letter that he got in trouble for, because his parents thought he was playing a prank on them. Of course, there would be another letter that followed and when that one was dismissed, Dumbledore himself came to their ranch. He introduced himself, wowed Benjy into complete shock when he realized that someone on this planet actually valued him. Well, other than Amanda. He was incredibly ready to attend, but his parents were not. They denied the chance to send him to the school when Dumbledore visited, and proceeding to call him a crazy bugger when he left. The wizarding world was dismissed, and Benjy took another step towards hating his parents. This would be where his rebellion came into full swing. He started smoking, yeah, even at age eleven. Cigarettes were incredibly easy to come by. Susannah was becoming quite worried about her younger brother. While she was rebelling as well, she didn’t do it openly in front of her parents, nor had she ventured into the world of drugs.
“My pa was not happy. At all. I was smokin’ in the house, skippin’ meals, arguing with everyone, fightin’ with me Pa, gettin’ tattoos. Yer, no one wanted to be ‘round me. I was prolly the angriest kid on the block. Fac’ I can say I wasn’t happy one time durin’ tha’ summer. I’d found someone who cared, ‘nd then my Pa ruined my life once ‘gain. I was only a normal person ‘round the horses. ‘N then Pa found the letters from ‘Manda.”
The letters from Amanda probably changed Benjy’s life forever. They ranged from explicit to just talking, but it was apparent exactly what had been going on at the boarding school. The outrage that followed was possibly the biggest fight to occur in between Benjy and his father. It contained violence, shouting, and tears from Leila. Taylor was not appeased with Benjy’s behavior, but decided that sending him back to the boarding school was out of the question. He outlawed any writing to Amanda, and informed Benjy that he was going to go to this Wizarding school and that he wouldn’t come back except for summer break. Benjy was pissed off, despite the fact that he got what he wanted in the end. His father had practically tossed Amanda from his life, and once again he was left without anyone who cared.
Hogwarts was… very influential on Benjy’s life. Gryffindors had a record of partying, and Benjy became your typical Gryffindor. Except, he started early on. At the age of eleven, he was smoking in school, skipping class, and partying with his peers. It can be said that he corrupted the youths in his years. He began smoking gillyweed in his second year, using the drug to fill a void in his life. He had friends, but he did not have best friends. Benjy was still hyperactive, still annoying. He did not excel in school subjects, but he didn’t fail either. In fact, the only subject he found exceptionally easy was defense against the dark arts. He actually owned that class to the point where he could sleep in class and still get an outstanding. Hogwarts was his outlet and the beginning of his… druggie career.
“Hogwarts was fun. But I ain’t really like Wizard material. Sure, DAD was fuckin’ easy as shit, but magic just ain’t interesting. Or more like, I was after the drugs kin’a. Di’n’t really care ‘bout anythin’ else. ‘Fore I graduated Dumble approached me ‘nd offered me a chance to join the Order since my skills in defense were ‘pparently amazin’. Me, bein’ brainless ‘nd everythin’, denied the chance ‘nd went back home after graduation. I dunno how thin’s woulda turned out if I just went to the Order.”
Benjy returned home with a new attitude. He and Susannah began hanging out once more, because their interests had been conjoined. Both had an interest in drugs, and weed became the third wheel in their friendship. They had become each other’s best friends once more, as the pressure of their parents bared down on their shoulders. Well, more like the pressure of their father. He was overbearing and a perfectionist, and as Benjy stepped further over the line of obedience, the further Taylor went with his punishments. Soon it was coming to blows almost every other day. Then, Benjy and Suz were busted. It wasn’t even a month after he returned from school that they got caught smoking weed in the attic.
“Pa, being the assho’e he is, immediately pushed Suz outta the room. ‘Nd then he decked me. Right on the cheekbone, ‘nd even though I was like a fuckin’ kite, it still hurt. Prolly the worse he’s ever punched me. My bone fel’ like it shattered, ‘nd the next day I coul’n’t even see ou’ my eye the next day. ‘Course I deck ‘im back ‘nd then we’re pretty much fightin’. Tacklin’ eacho’her, punchin’, kickin’, slammin’. It got to the poin’ where Suz called my mom in ‘nd then she called the bodyguard to pull us ‘part. ‘Nd then he booted me and Suz out, righ’ on our asses. So, we wen’ to London.”
London was seemingly the smartest choice to Benjy. He had liked it while he attended Hogwarts, attracted to the streets and party scene that was entirely different from Ireland. The two made friends almost immediately. Both of them interacted with the streets as easily as possible. For the first two weeks, they both were homeless. They had no money, they had no friends, and they had no drugs. Then, with a surge of fortune, Benjy joined a gang. Suzy made friends, and the friends allowed them to crash at their place. Soon, the last thing on the sibling’s minds was their family back home. Benjy was donning gang clothing without a care in the world, fine with causing trouble so long as his sudden need for drugs was filled. With the new atmosphere came new drugs and Benjy was introduced to the wonders of Cocaine. And then cocaine escalated to sniffing heroin, and then he was injecting it.
He was addicted, Suz was addicted, and nobody could stop them unless they decided to stop themselves. Benjy was in and out of the hospital for stab wounds, bullet holes, and broken bones. You name it, and he had to go for it. Soon enough he stopped going to the hospital because that meant escalated time away from his ‘family’ and drugs. His family was his gang, and they had become the people in his life that cared. He tended to navigate to people he at least thought cared. Of course, they didn’t. Benjy was just a convenience to them. But as the drugs affected him, he became more trust and less on the uptake. In fact, it could be said that his hyperactive personality had been toned down so far that old friends wouldn’t be able to associate his personality with his face. He was no longer chasing after friends, and while he still had that tendency to be the most annoying guy on the planet, everyone he knew put up with it because he was valuable. Valuable to his druggie partners because he provided money and valuable to the gang because he can fight and he is possibly the most strategic guy around.
And then his value caved.
“I- well. I really…well. It’s hard to talk about what actually started my crash landin’. It’d be easier to just third person it, ‘cause I…Well, anyway. Suz and I were shooting up one night – heroin, you know. Smoked some pot, ‘cause I had been stabbed the night before and the wound was still killin’ me, even with the heroin in my system. I dunno what Suz did – I think she sniffed a line of coke after shoo’ing up. Which ain’t the smar’est thing to do. ‘Course it turns out she took some pills before, ‘nd then we both chilled in the livin’ room. Me on the floor, Suz on the couch. We talked, ‘bout random shit. No’hing important. Suz was focused on the point of her life, musing ou’loud why she was even here. Why she was alive. I passed out. Woke up next morning, ‘nd she was cold as ice, white as a sheet, and vomit was on ‘er lips. I… I don’t remember… well I don’t remember what I did. Y’know how some people immediately call the cops or try cpr? Or break down shouting? I think I just stared. I thought I was still high. I thought I was imagining my sister’s death. I’ve wished for loads of things, but righ’ then I just wished tha’ I was hallucinating. ‘Course I wasn’t, ‘nd she was dead. Pa will prolly never forgive me for lettin’ tha’ ‘appen. I can be pissed at him for it, but y’know… it is my fault. The papers blamed me too. I thin’ the worst headline was ‘CORRUPTED YOUTH; MIDDLE FENWICK WATCHES SISTER DIE’. Prolly won’t ever stop havin’ nightmares ‘bout tha’. For a long time af’er tha’, all I wanted to do was hurt.”
If Benjy were to tell you that he did not remember what happened during the next month, it would be the honest truth. He was drugged up on heroin, alcohol, marijuana, hell anything he could get his hands on. In fact, it’s a surprise that he did not overdose. The world was spitting flames at him, and Benjy could not handle it. He was completely out of his mind and it became a rare moment for you to catch him with his pupils not dilated. It is safe to say that he was a walking zombie. He did not think, he raged, self pitied, and had continuous reckless behavior. It was more than apparent that he was done with life, and that if he died there would be no hard feelings. His anchor was gone, and was replaced by an urge to hurt. The reckless behavior led to increased gang activity, until he was caught. Benjamin was busted with intent to buy, robbery, and vandalism. He was the only one of his gang to actually be sent to jail for those charges, and the slap in the face stung when he was abandoned.
Being alone is a hard thing to be, especially when you receive no letters or any interest from your parents as you are sentenced to six months in prison. No matter what he’s done and what he thinks, Benjy was not built for a prison atmosphere. They had therapy for gang members and therapy for drug users, but it didn’t matter. Drugs were easy to come by and he was still addicted. Jail did not stop a thing for him, except now he didn’t have money for drugs. However, he was one of the more attractive guys in there, even with the after affects of addiction and scars from gang wars. So, with the blindness of addiction, Benjy sold his body for drugs. Heroin, weed, cocaine. It didn’t matter what it was, just as long as it satisfied the itch that seemed to form deep in his blood. Drugs affected his entire physical appearance – from the dark circles under his eyes (which could be contributed to lack of sleep) to his malnourished frame, which had become abnormally skinny.
The first months of prison were a blur of fights, sex, and drugs. He was swirling in an endless circle and if someone didn’t knock him out of it, he would be dead. One day he passed out at lunch. As in, he quite literally fell unconscious into his dinner plate, midway through conversation. Went completely lethargic on his ‘group’ and was sent to the medical wing for detox.
“Withdrawal was hell. Y’thin’ bein’ on the drugs and sleepin’ ‘round for them is bad, jus’ wait until you gotta get off ‘em. I don’t understand how I made it through tha’ first week. I don’t e’en want to remember. I was cryin’, beggin’, thro’in’ up, shakin’. I couldn’t sleep ‘cause I would dream of heroin, and my arms itched so fuckin’ bad. I would’ve itched right to the bone if they didn’t chain me down. ‘nd I wasn’t even done after tha’. Hell, I’m still addicted. Fuckin’ addiction never ends. Those last coupl’a months of jail were horrifying. You don’t really understand what you’re doin’ on drugs until you’re off them and shoved into the same atmosphere. I was on and off’a them constantly. Sleepin’ ‘round, not sleepin’ ‘round, beggin’, not beggin’. Ye’ain’t been beat up ‘til you’ve got annoyed criminals on yo’ ass. ‘nd quite literally on your ass.”
Jailtime was not pleasant for Benjy. He was constantly tired, withdrawn, and his personality had developed into what you see now. He was accepting, easy going, and constantly needing to do something to avoid thinking about the negativity. And then other times he was going after the drugs again, driving everyone around him insane with his indecision. The last day of jail, he was practically booted out by the other prisoners. He was put on probation and would be constantly monitored by a probation officer. Being clean was a necessity. Neither of his parents visited when he got out of jail, despite the fact that it was all over the papers. But Olivia wrote him, hardly even a day after he got out. He had been placed in temporary housing, and the letter arrived. Much to his surprise, his sister did not berate him. She didn’t even speak about Susannah or his drug addiction. She spoke about her life, telling him about school and how everyone was doing. Someone cared again.
The day after, Benjy went and got two new tattoos – two stars to be specific. One on each ankle. To represent the light that his sisters gave him, even in his darkest moments.
Benjy hasn’t touched a needle, joint, bottle, or rolled up dollar bill since. Even now, he struggles with the addiction, choosing to avoid going to the doctor and avoiding anything that would involve drugs or alcohol. He avoids his gangs old hang outs, because he knows that there is a chance he may be re-recruited. He slowly straightened his life out and began busying himself with observing people. And finally, he returned to Hogwarts on a warm summer night to request a position on the Order. Dumbledore had surveyed him for a long time, before informing him that he would situate him with Marcello Rushmore in an apartment in London. Benjy had been told that if he even got close to dabbling in drugs he would be booted out. He was placed on strategy and location, and became quite proud of the title of strategist.
“I dunno if Cells likes me too much, but he’s the closes’ thing I’ve had as a friend for a while now. I like London. I like the Order. My life… is a challenge. But e’eryones is. ‘Nd I’m just goin’ day by day. Some days are worse – some days I feel like digging knives into my arms or sleepin’ the day away. Or going to fin’ the nearest dealer. Other days I just wanna hang out with Cells. Even if it annoys ‘im. I like to keep busy to keep my mind off’a thin’s. ‘Nd who knows, maybe my Pa will forgive me some’ay. But I’ve got Liv ‘nd I’ve got Cells, ‘nd Suz is prolly with me too. I just forge’ tha’ sometimes.”
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