Toxic Wasteland;

Damn right you absolutely have to. That sounds perfect to me – yeah, and feel free to take me away for as long as possible. My sisters are a little bit —.. frustrating to be around, at the moment.

You could stay over for a little bit -- I have nothing against it. You don’t need to say anything more, your sisters are always -- well your sisters, it’s like a thing that runs in the Lockwoods somewhere along the lines to believe they are far too better than everyone else. You know, you actually got very lucky you didn’t end up like that -- or I did. 

We used our resources and the continuous digs that you take at our methods are exhausting. Do not question our humanity, Charlie. Coming from somebody with a reputation of messing about with people’s hearts and minds? Your words ring empty. What was that sweet little boy you fooled around with again? Finn? 

So basically, what you’re saying is; like a dementor you suck the fame out of anyone who is near you? I think you have no right to bring that up, since it has nothing to do with you, that is between Finn and I -- that was also years ago, so what don’t you take your sad-ass fucking jabs somewhere else?

You know, there might be the slight chance that I’m lucky to have a best friend like you sometimes, but Charlie- really, class today was a bore and there was no point in going today. You really could’ve let me sleep in instead of hauling my ass out of bed. 

I’m looking out for you, man -- you need to go to school and I don’t know, be a fucking rocket or some inspirational shit. We can find something to do, I am refusing to do any sort of manual labour, like lift up a pen to sign papers, just, don’t expect me to do it. We are also not going to the coffee shop -- so don’t ask, Logan will steal smokes from one of us, no doubt, and the coffee there actually sucks ass. 

Quite possibly the longest I’ve ever sat and thought about a dress. Hmm, how about we get some Italian? I don’t mind where — surprise me.

Well -- then I absolutely have to take you out in it... Alright, then I guess were going upstate, Campagnolo, sound good to you? Somewhere that can show off that dress of yours. 

And here’s the thing, I want you to remember that our family just did what it took to build ourselves up, build something not only for ourselves but those following after us. We did not leech off celebrities, we utelized the resources that we had at our finger tips and made something of it. Same as you, but we’ve looked more classy doing so. I hardly think you get a say in what I call you, Charles.

Yes, you used your arian race looks, which are so hard to come by and sucked the life out of every celebrity your mother brought into your life. I made something that you’ll never be able to touch, and gained a following -- while still being able to keep some sort of humanity, which is something you can’t pretend you kept.

Ten whole years. It’s been ten years since Valentin has stepped foot anywhere near Griffintown, let alone New York. And the truth was, he didn’t regret that one bit. After loosing the house and their parents— he just couldn’t deal and the only solution was to flee, leaving his younger siblings behind. It was a selfish thing to do— he knew that. But he loved them nonetheless and secretly kept in touch with their nanny and family friends. That was how he was let past security, allowed in the areas not even employees were allowed without permission.

Charlie kept his eyes trained on Val’s, he refused to drop them to the ground — he wanted to be the last one standing here, after so long of being the oldest, being the most responsible… trying to figure out some way of getting through this world by himself and nothing but luck. He didn’t know why he was here, why after all these years he just decided to show up again, shaking his head, he let out a loud sigh. “I can’t believe this.” He muttered. “If memory serves me right — and trust me, it does, you walked out on us.” His voice came off abrupt, quick and filled with a bit of pent up anger. “So no, family doesn’t need to buzz up — Ely and Nova, they don’t need to buzz up, but someone like you… they have to page up; that way the can be declined in the most spiteful way.” He shook his head, turning to walk back down towards his office, “You have no business here, and I don’t know where in your fucking brain, you did.” Val was the last person he wanted to see now, or ever — Charlie still needed air, desperately now, he needed air. Gritting his teeth almost immediately when his brother said that their parents would be proud and that he was proud, turning on one heel to face him — a harden face, and a tense jaw. “Don’t you dare say you’re proud of me — I know they would be proud, I did everything to be a proper adult, and I still have no clue what I’m doing, but don’t you dare say you’re proud of me — you have no right to say anything right now, Valentin.” 

That’s a really  long time to sit and think about a dress -- isn’t it? Where do you want to go out for dinner -- since reservations aren’t really a problem. 

You will find, Charles, that the only one with their head wedged firmly up their ass is you. I do wish that you would. I often do wish that you spoke with more eloquence, lived up to the King that you were named after. Though I do suppose eloquence would be difficult for those who belong to the lower class.

Here’s the thing -- and I want you to remember this so the next time you think I have my head up my ass, that I have raised an empire from scratch and not just leeched off every celebrity that came into my life, though I had money before I was able to double it easier. I wish you weren’t so damn pompous, maybe tried on something more humble. Also, my name is Charlie and I do not appreciate being called Charles by someone as vile as yourself. 

Could you actually get your head out of your ass every now and again -- I swear, I’ve never met a person more air headed than you sometimes, it’s super market, and even I know that, which is saying a lot. 

I get what you’re trying to say and what you’re trying to do, but do not start me on my animal rights speech. What’s so wrong with driving yourself? And you seem like the type of guy to have enough dough on him, just buy something a little larger. And would you classify yourself as one of those ignorant humans? Because if you are, allow me to enlighten you. We need to make drastic changes. Want to sign my petition? 

That should not start you on an animal rights speech -- especially if you apparently get what I’m trying to say, it’s a joke and do not take it seriously. Yeah, alright if I pretend to say that I am going to get a smaller car -- will you stop this, and maybe just put away that damn fucking petition that I have no intention of signing? If you want me to sign something, you can speak with my secretary -- she’s in that building, the hotel, and leave it with her because you’re absolutely annoying me right at this moment.