patheticvillain: (ʭ why do i deny?)
Cassel Sharpe. ([personal profile] patheticvillain) wrote2015-01-21 09:12 pm

forty-nine ➢ spam

[All of a sudden, Cassel isn't anywhere.]

[He doesn't show up at the gym to work. He doesn't show up in the dining hall to eat - in fact, he's been noticeably absent from the public space for several days now. His door doesn't open. He doesn't emerge, and nobody seems to be going in, either.]

[He stays huddled in his room, in Sam's bed, not his own, blankets up to his ears. He sleeps. He hides. He doesn't speak; anyone who tries to get in contact with him receives brusque texts back, if they get anything.]

[On the third day after being fixed - nominally fixed, anyway - he eats a cracker and considers it a personal victory.]

[On the fourth day, a small black cat accompanies Ilia out into the halls, skulking by his side and hiding his face in the fan of the larger cat's tail.]
americasdirtiest: (you happy now?)

[personal profile] americasdirtiest 2015-01-22 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
[He tries to call him after talking to Chris, and then again when Cassel doesn't show up to their next shift at the gym, but Cassel doesn't pick up either time, and at first Mickey doesn't push it. As callous as he can be sometimes, he actually does understand why this would be something stay-in-bed-worthy, at least for a day or so.

So he gives it a day. When Cassel still doesn't show up, Mickey tries to call again, and then he finally resorts to texting:]


where the fuck r u

get the fuck up all ready
americasdirtiest: (what's that mumbles?)

[personal profile] americasdirtiest 2015-01-22 04:03 pm (UTC)(link)
no u r not

get up

come 2 work

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[personal profile] myironeyes 2015-01-22 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[When the cats leave the room, there's a little tray with tea and cheese and grapes and apple slices and little honey-cakes sitting beside the door. The tea has gone cold, but the apple slices haven't started to brown. Marsh refreshes it about every eight hours.]
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[personal profile] myironeyes 2015-01-22 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[Tragically, he can't read texts. But he notices the disappearance, and there's a note and an gall ink pen with next one. And peach slices, this time.]

I take requests.
- M

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[personal profile] routemistress 2015-01-22 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Iris is at the tail end of her death toll; the point where the physical pain in her chest isn't enough to distract her properly from the rest of the painfully messy aftermath. Her room, lined with Barge portraits and gifts and memories, feels like a mausoleum and it's too cold up on deck; so she's curled in a pile of dogs and cushions wih a book she isn't reading, in the quietest corner of the greenhouse she can find.

The dogs prick up their ears respectfully at Ilia; they know him too well to try anything with the strange cat under his protection.]


'Ey Ilia, who's your friend? Want a liver snap?

[She has a pretty good idea who the other cat is. This may be why it's Ilia she keeps her eyes on.]
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routemistress: (monochrome)

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[personal profile] routemistress 2015-01-22 03:43 pm (UTC)(link)
[The liver snaps are made by the kitchens: crispy chicken-liver rice flour nibbles spiced with seaweed, perhaps a bit unsalted for human tastes but carefully formulated to appeal to the carnivorous appetite and containing nothing Iris wouldn't feed to her human friends. She hands them out liberally to Ilia and the dogs and talks nonsense while she rubs Ilia's ears and scratches along his jawbone and the base of his tail.]

Oh yes 'e's a good lad, aren't you? Oooh, you want some more of that, don't you? Yes you do.

[She scoots another liver snap across the floor to the shyer cat, still not looking; and then eats one herself by way of reassurance.]

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[personal profile] fridgetothefire 2015-01-22 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
[The first one comes a few hours after Chris's post.]

I love you

I love you and Im so sorry
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[personal profile] fridgetothefire 2015-01-22 03:21 pm (UTC)(link)
it was hurtful

[She wants to comfort him so badly, but he's in hiding, and maybe all she can give him is this, that it isn't pathetic, that pain is appropriate and legitimate and sane. That he's allowed to hurt, instead of being papered over or just pretending for anyone else's sake.]

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[personal profile] warisart 2015-01-22 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Ben and Cassel are not close. They move in the same circles, have the kind of overlap that keeps its hold long after it's died, and not being close has absolutely no bearing on how happy Ben is to see Cassel at any given time, how much he enjoys the other's company. He remembers being family and he would protect Cassel with his life for how he is part of Anya's family, but they still only mix well in increments and segments.

Ben still goes looking for him after he realizes what's happened. He isn't pushy, not like he was with Alex, not like he would be with Anya or Abigail, but he suspects that few people are equipped to understand the horror of this very real consequence like Ben is. It isn't exactly a comfortable state of being, but it is what it is, and it might be useful, so he tries. He looks.

Marsh leaves food for Cassel. Ben leaves a text on Cassel's communicator - I am available. - and his domino mask from December on the door handle, and he doesn't stop walking by Cassel's door but he doesn't break in, either. It is the best he can think of to do.
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[personal profile] warisart 2015-01-23 09:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Ben shows up ten minutes later. He doesn't bring anything, doesn't know what he would bring anyway, doesn't know what would help or what is needed. He offered his company and whatever Cassel might draw from it as he sees fit. Cassel accepted.

He knocks lightly but when it moves, he slips inside instead, silent and careful to close the door behind him exactly as he found it. The text was all the invitation he needed, so he moves further into the room, settles himself directly in the middle of the floor, folding down neatly cross legged.
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Hello, Cassel.

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mistconduct: (dad you're freaking me out)

[personal profile] mistconduct 2015-01-22 12:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[Cassel's sudden disappearance has him scared. He's at his door and knocking, again, for what seems like the millionth time]
mistconduct: ([unmasked] quick shoe check)

[personal profile] mistconduct 2015-01-23 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
It's me.

Look, if you want, I can come back later.

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private video, day 1-2

[personal profile] godsays 2015-01-22 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Cassel.

Cassel, please be there.

[ If no response, then he tries knocking at Cassel's door. ]
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[personal profile] godsays 2015-01-23 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ He doesn't ask for permission - forgets to - and just steps forward and hugs Cassel tight. ]

I'm so sorry. Cassel, I'm sorry. [ It's general sentiments, that this was awful, but it's also more personal: Zane is close to Cassel, is Cassel's brother, is someone that should have noticed. That Cassel should have been able to trust. But he'd been so wrapped up in the Emperor, who was close to graduating, so close -

He's failed the first person he ever learned to value. ]

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