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THE BARROW SIBLINGS. (modern edit because bunny tried to find them all in period clothes and failed.)

in order of youngest to oldest: GIDEON, THOMAS, RUTH, PAUL. 

gideon & paul take after their father, JOHN. while thomas & ruth take after their mother, CORNELIA.

the barrow family hails from MANCHESTER, ENGLAND.  the year was 1877. john barrow and cornelia dawson met while john apprenticed at the local clockmaker.  cornelia was on a mission to repair her father’s pocket-watch, and the two felt the spark of love at first sight.  often, cornelia would find herself in the shop to talk with john.  the two married two years later, and john continued to rise in rank while cornelia found a job in textiles.

paul was born on APRIL 9TH, 1881.  john wanted his son to follow in his footsteps of clockmaking, but paul was built strong and wide.  he found more pleasure in working with his hands.  paul left school at the age of FOURTEEN and went to work on his uncle’s farm in blackley.  he still lived at home with the farm not being too far of a trek.  as thomas got older, he and paul butt heads – especially when thomas had been taken under john’s wing for clockmaking.  paul would call him delicate. after thomas left home, paul did not seek out his younger brother.  paul DIED in france in 1917 during the war.  he was THIRTY-SIX years old at the time of his death.  he left behind a wife, KATHLEEN, and two children, ages 9 (SIMON) and 13 (LILY).  ( in modern verses, he doesn’t die young. )

ruth was born on DECEMBER 3RD, 1883.  ruth was incredibly bright in her youth, excelling well in school.  cornelia wanted her to finish her studies, but john insisted she get a job early.  ruth eventually joined her mother at the textile mill, but before she started working she became best friends with PHYLLIS BAXTER at school.  she and phyllis were inseparable.  thomas was closest to ruth; as he got older, he often would hang around her and phyllis.  ruth fell in love with a local boy named HENRY CHAPMAN and married him.  they had three children together, CHARLIE, SAMUEL, and DOROTHY.  her and paul’s children grew up together and were very close.  at the time thomas left home, he begged ruth to stay at her place – she denied him, having just given birth to her oldest son charles.  she claimed she didn’t want him bringing any bad luck to their house.  later, thomas wrote to ruth to inform her that he’d gotten a job at downton abbey as a footman.  they continued to write to each other but only on rare occasion; thomas could not forgive her for turning him away.

thomas was born on NOVEMBER 17TH, 1891.  cornelia suffered through three miscarriages before she finally gave birth to thomas; she initially deemed him as the miracle baby after fearing that she could no longer have children.  john was a stern father of few words, but he took thomas under his wing when the boy showed interest in clockmaking.  thomas realized he was gay early on while at school; the other boys would talk about girls, while he would think about them.  there was another like him, CALLUM DONNELLY, whom he grew closer to over the years.  he left school at fourteen just as paul had, but he would go to apprentice under his father at the clockmaker’s shop.  john and cornelia (and paul) never liked how close thomas was to callum.  john eventually caught them kissing, and thomas was thrown out of the house at the age of FIFTEEN.  he never looked back. 

Routine and monotony had always offered a sort of security within Purgatory, which was why PAM had clung to it so religiously. Not even a glance was spared when one did exactly as they were meant to— and if it was praise that they sought, or recognition beyond their station, then they were in the wrong line of work. Alternatively, to stray from the duties one was committed to, would mean certain consequences that were nothing short of grave.

With the promise of comfort offered by familiarity, in amidst the sea of unknown faces, it was only natural that PAM gravitated towards that few that she was most acquainted with— or as much as she dared in circumstances where amity very easily bordered on audacity. And audacity was what gets Androids shut down.

Of course, it was still her job to try and keep the peace between the inmates. Perhaps not with such direct (and oft times violent) methods as those employed by her siblings, it was still the responsibility of every Android to surveil, and report any misconducts and abnormalities should such a creature rear its head. If the chorus of grunts and gutturals that perpetually echoed around the mess hall was of any indication, conflict was a permanent residence within Purgatory. Though anarchic at the best of times, the hall was not without its quiet spots. Those were usually found at the edge of the hall, which suited PAM fine. Not much life was found out here. Most of it were concentrated in the centre of the hall where life manifested in a fury of flying fists and fervent curses. Stragglers lived out here. Outcasts. Not unlike herself.

So it was not considered out of the ordinary for PAM to stroll past this particular table, where a particular inmate have been known to station himself at this particular time. Wordlessly surveying the length of the mess hall from the mouth of the stairs; a meagre feet or two from the seated inmate. Were her Creator with her, she might have said ‘hi’, allowing PAM to express the same cordiality without the risk of suspicion. She was very much alone this time and she felt the loneliness echo in the hollow of her titanium bones.

Humans could not survive without companionship, a thinking mind for which the contents of their thoughts could be shared; a haven to absolve one from the internal chaos that was as real to them as any bleeding organs. Androids did not suffer from the same ailment as their Organic counterpart. Or at least, they weren’t meant to. Without her Creator, PAM had been subject to the human ailment more intensely than she’s ever had and now she was responsible for finding her own cure— and she watched as he lifted his head ever so slightly from its initial position, as if alerted to the new presence that had joined him.

Gideon had graduated from passing inmate to a temporary respite that PAM had come to look forward to whenever she was made to follow this particular route. Of course, she seldom ever said as much.

I would kill you. ✧ I would physically hurt you. ✧ I would attack you unprovoked. ✧ I would manipulate you. ✧ I dislike you. ✧ You annoy me. ✧ You scare me. ✧ You intimidate me. ✧ I hope I intimidate you. ✧ I pity you. ✧ You disgust me. ✧ I hate you. ✧ I’m indifferent toward you. ✧ I’d like to get to know you better. ✧   I’d like to spend more time with you. ✧ I’d like to be friends with you. ✧  I’m unsure what to think of you. ✧ I’m unsure how I feel about you. ✧ You are my friend. ✧ You are my best friend. ✧ You are my mentor. ✧ I look up to you. ✧ I respect you. ✧ You are my hero. ✧ You inspire me. ✧ You are my enemy. ✧ You make me happy. ✧ I want to protect you. ✧ I would fight by your side. ✧ I consider you an equal. ✧ I think you are beneath me. ✧ I think you are above me. ✧ I would lie for you. ✧ I would lie to you. ✧ I would sleep with you. ✧ I would sleep by your side. ✧ I would hug you. ✧ I would kiss you. ✧ You are family to me. ✧ I would die for you. ✧ I would kill for you. ✧ I would trust you with my life. ✧ I would trust you with my most precious belonging. ✧ I would trust you with a secret. ✧ I would trust you with my biggest / darkest secret. ✧ I love you (platonically). ✧ I love you (romantically).

“You told me once humans want what they cannot have. (…) We want what we cannot have but we love what shows us kindness.”

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