thirty-four ➢ voice + spam

[patheticvillain]

Czeslaw's gone. His door and everything is blank.

. . . I don't really think he made many friends while he was here, but. I'm going to light a candle for him, if anybody wants to join me.

spam } chapel

[It's quiet and still in here, which is good; it matches how Cassel is feeling. Quiet and still, like a windless world. He doesn't know what to make of this reaction. He can feel himself grieving, but it's muted, as though muffled by layers and layers of cloth.]

[With aching fingers he carves Czeslaw's name into a white candle, uses his lighter to light it. After a moment of watching the flame, he carves another name - Slevin's - into another candle, and Daneca's into a third, and hopes (doesn't pray) that they wake.]

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Voice

[voluntaryapnea]

Yeah, definitely. How did you and Scott meet?

Voice

[patheticvillain]

He helped me find my boyfriend's dead inmate. Then I tried to get him drunk, but he doesn't get drunk, so he pretended to act drunk.

He sucks at pretending to act drunk.

Voice

[voluntaryapnea]

[Well that's kind of a horrific bonding experience. Then again, it's also a familiar bonding experience. Finding dead bodies.]

Yeah, the whole...werewolf metabolism thing really sucks when you just want to get hammered with your best friend. [He pauses for a moment, remembering the first time he'd tried getting Scott drunk after he was bitten.]

We sorta discovered that after he broke up with his girlfriend and half a bottle of Jack Daniels literally had no effect on him.

Voice

[patheticvillain]

What is the point of being a superwolf if you can't fucking get drunk?

There is no God.

Voice

[voluntaryapnea]

It is a serious drawback. [There are definite perks, too, but also drawbacks. Nothing came without a price, he supposed.]

Voice

[patheticvillain]

A very serious drawback.

How did you meet him?

Voice

[voluntaryapnea]

I really agree.

[Stiles smiles a little bit at the question.] School playground in kindergarten. We were five. Another kid was being a shithead. To me, I mean. He was trying to steal my shoes right off my feet. Scott stepped in and told him to knock it off.

[Frankly they'd gotten lucky because even the two of them put together hadn't really been a match for Jackson Whittemore. They'd both been small for their age.]

Been best friends ever since.

Voice

[patheticvillain]

[Cassel never had a best friend. Not like that. It's interesting to hear about, to imagine what it would be like to know and trust someone for that long.]

So he's been a bullshit superhero since he was five, is what you're telling me.

Voice

[voluntaryapnea]

Yeah. Yeah, basically, man.

Voice

[patheticvillain]

You think we're ever gonna measure up as wardens?

Voice

[voluntaryapnea]

[He smiles faintly and shakes his head though Cassel obviously can't see him.]

He sets a pretty high standard. I don't know, man.

Voice

[patheticvillain]

Probably we should just sabotage him.

Voice

[voluntaryapnea]

[There are plenty of people he knows that he wouldn't have a problem sabotaging. Scott McCall, however, isn't one of them, even if he can hear the humor in Cassel's voice.]

Or we should just accept we're second string.

Voice

[patheticvillain]

Eh, I guess there are worse things in life than being second string to Scott McCall.

Voice

[voluntaryapnea]

There definitely are.