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patheticvillain) wrote2015-01-01 03:53 pm
patheticvillain) wrote2015-01-01 03:53 pm
Entry tags:
- brooding is a team sport,
- emotions are for twisting,
- especially when it's an awful idea,
- even when it's an awful idea,
- everything is ruined,
- family ugliness,
- feelings how do they work,
- games for sociopaths,
- heart of the pack,
- idle hands & all that jazz,
- mother may i,
- naked hands are dangerous,
- wicked wichita
forty-eight ➢ spam + private + video
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! )
[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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[ which sounds defensive, so she huffs a breath, pushes a hand through her hair ]
Look, I'd do- anything to get Little Rock out of Z-Land. Literally anything. If I have to shoot the shit with some people here to convince the Admiral or whoever that I'm not a complete asshole, fine I'll do it.
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[That was easier than he expected.]
Fine, then. We'll get you a job. That's a good place to start. Anything in particular you're interested in doing? Conning people out of rides isn't actually a job on the Barge, before you ask.
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[ and she'll just assume that the next question here is either "what?" "since when?" or "why?" so ]
The guy with no eyes was like "you should help out here" and I mean I'm not living the dream or anything, but it meant having first dibs on fresh pancakes, so.
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[Cassel grins way harder than "the guy with no eyes" should logically prompt from anybody.]
Marsh is the greatest. I made him a teapot once. He's such a cool guy once you get past the fact that he's totally one hundred percent impaled with spikes. Plus he makes great pancakes.
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[ she means running cons, yeah. fighting to survive might've been horrifying sometimes, but she misses that energy, for sure. having a good reason to fight, that's- not something she's found yet here ]
This place just doesn't give me the same adrenaline rush I used to get back home. Or any kind of rush. Most of the time it seems like it's trying to literally stomp out any rushes, actually. [ ssiiiip ] Is that what this place is? A big boat where exciting people go to die, or worse, because really boring?