forty-eight ➢ spam + private + video

[patheticvillain]

spam } open

[Cassel starts the new year off hungover. He rises late after karaoke, but he does rise, his limbs feeling heavy and leaden as he heads to the gym.]

[It's weird; he's got the craziest feeling that time is pressing down on him, that if he doesn't start off this year right he'll be letting everybody down. That everyone he passes is looking at him, too. Paranoia left over from seeing his family, probably, but it feels real. He smiles at everyone who comes in as he's cleaning and tidying, doing the work he didn't do over the past few days, but he feels hemmed in, overwhelmed, pushed against by anything and everything.]

[Those who know him well might notice he's frowning more and smiling wider when he smiles at all. His masks aren't as good as they should be. He complains loudly and with good cheer about the food at lunch in the dining hall, sits down with near-strangers, touches the people he loves on the back as he passes their tables.]

private } chris

Hey, so. What the hell is Mickey's deal anyway?

private } wichita

You and me, we've got a date. You ready?

filter } inmates

Yo, so anybody who uses the gym on a regular basis might have noticed it's kind of trashed at the moment. That's my bad, I'm sorry about it. I haven't figured out how to clone myself, so for the time being it's just me working in there.

I need a magician's assistant. Anybody interested? Perks include me liking you, your theoretical warden getting off your ass a little bit, not being bored to death, and karma points.


( ooc; cassel is still emotion-worked! as detailed in these posts. pp for more details if desired! )

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spam } gym

[patheticvillain]

[He speeds up on the elliptical, then slows down, arching his eyebrows right back at her. Oh really, huh.]

Not even a teeny-tiny one? About how you totally dated this guy with extra-pointy ears one year in high school? Or you stuffed a Vulcan chick in a locker once?

spam } gym

[maytakecenturies]

[There is something in her that wants to snarl at him, perhaps unfettered by the adrenaline of exercise or perhaps fueled only by her anger at captivity: she wants to demand if that is his only method of differentiating from one Vulcan to another, if the point of her ears is the only thing that sets her apart from any other Vulcan female.

Instead, she forces herself to step away from the machine, moving around Cassel to the free weights. She can't completely control the flash of anger that crosses her face, though.]

What reason do you imagine I would have to share anything with a stranger?