patheticvillain | eleven ➢ private + spam

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eleven ➢ private + spam

private/video | chris

[Cassel is looking just - crazy excited right now. For him, anyway; he's grinning wide, one of his legs jogging as he speaks.]

Hey, Skywalker. [Guess who got out early. And guess who's caught up with what you've been doing.]

Point one, hi, but I said that. Point two, you totally are a weapon of mass destruction, I don't know why you never used that line on me before. Point three, I have a billion things to tell you, starting with - Star Wars?

spam 1 {mid-afternoon 5/13; deck}

[The first thing Cassel does when he gets out of Zero - besides calling Chris, which always comes first - is he takes Patches up on deck. It's kind of stupid, but he's missed this dog like crazy, and he's more than happy to spend an hour or two in the fresh air throwing a ball for him.]

[For those who know him, he looks weirdly content, like a weight's been lifted; for those who don't, he looks a hell of a lot more like a normal kid than he's ever looked before.]

spam 2 {mid-afternoon thru evening 5/13; gym}

[When Kon suggested he start working in the gym for real, it had seemed like a weird idea at first, but the more he thinks about it the more it seems like - maybe it wouldn't be so bad. So he says he'll try it out, at least, and if he's going to try he's going to start right away. No point waiting.]

[He's still learning the ropes beyond just cleaning tonight, but he's around, keeping things as organized as he can on Kon's direction.]

private/video | doyle

[The camera's on to prove a point: that he's genuine about this, because he is, extremely. Discomfort shows on his face, because he's not used to apologizing, and he can't look at the camera for more than a couple seconds at a time, but he goes for it anyway.]

Hi. Um.

I'd like to talk to you, if that's cool. Here or in person. Or I can just text if you'd rather do that, I - you know. Whatever you want.

private/voice | steph

Do you still wanna skip the apology? Because I have one. Up to you.

private/voice, later | zane

[It's tempting to yell at Zane, or to ask if he's okay, or to say nothing at all, or to go find him in person now that he can. None of these sound particularly right, though, especially after everything he's ~~stalked~~ read over the last hour or so, so he reverts to sarcasm. Decently affectionate sarcasm, but sarcasm nonetheless.]

You're such an idiot. I feel like you should win a prize for being as much of an idiot as you are.

private/text | barron

pizza?

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

We had cats. Stray cats mostly. Never really pets in the house.

[ . . . and they're on deck now, so he's just gonna veer away from that topic. Instead he sits down on the boards in a tucked-away corner and throws the ball, watching Patches run after it with a satisfied smile.]

[It's a nice, summer night for once. Chris drops down next to Cassel, leaning his back against the railing]

Yeah, our place was too nice for pets. My mom would've gone mental if we had pet hair all over the place.

[He smiles crookedly, picking at his sandwich.]

Ours wasn't.

Anyway.

[He wants to ask about Chris's mom, but thinks maybe that's stupid, so he doesn't say anything else.]

[Yep. Sure is good dinner he's focusing all his attention on right now]

...So how soon until you know how to kickbox?

Uh. [He clears his throat.] Not sure. I'm training a lot, every day, so I'm thinking sooner than later. James taught me some, maybe he'll teach me some more.

Oh, yeah, that's what I was gonna tell you. I was thinking about getting one of those things Iris was making.

Oh, yeah? What's Iris making?

The - Lassiebots? They're like panic buttons, she said. I thought I could get one and put your name on it for port, so if anything happened . . .

Edited 2013-05-14 02:29 (UTC)

Oh, yeah. Yeah, definitely. I mean, I'll probably be with Rorschach, so..yeah.

Maybe there's a way to connect them, I don't know.

If your name's on it, you'll know if something goes wrong. If you get one and put my name on it, I'll know if something goes wrong on your end. That's how she explained it, I think.

I mean. You don't have to.

No, I want to. That sounds like a good idea.

I mean, it's fucking useless because we might not be able to find each other, but..I don't know. I'd feel better going into it if I knew you weren't lying face down in a puddle somewhere.

Yeah. Same.

I mean - I think we've got this. Both of us. But I'd rather be able to know.

Yeah, no. No, I know what you mean.

Cool.

They'll be like walkie-talkies only not as useful, I guess.

Yeah. Yeah, I know.

[from his back pocket, Chris pulls out his communicator, opening it up and starting to use the text function to make a list]

I think we should, um. We should make plans, in case the worst happens and everything goes to shit and stuff.

Yeah, okay. Sounds good.

Where do we start?

Well, I think we need to pick like some sort of symbol or word. So that way if we get totally fucking lost across the universe, we can leave it up on places so that way the other guy knows that we've been there.

Oh, cool.

[He thinks for a second.]

Hands.

Hands?

Is . . . that okay?

[Chris goes quiet, turning back to his communicator. With a stylus, he draws a quick hand with splayed fingers, looking it over. Finally, he overlaps it with two C's: one backwards, one forwards, interlocking and across the hand.

He turns it over to Cassel to look over]

Good?

That's -

[He chews the inside of his cheek for a second. Tell.]

That's awesome.

[Giving a bit of a grin, Chris nods, pleased]

Thanks, man.

Okay. So if we see this symbol, that means the other guy's been there.

Should we make it more complicated? I wonder if we can make it so different raised fingers mean different things, but we might not even remember any of that shit.

No, I like this. Can we leave it like this?

Yeah, no, I like this. It's simple, it's quick to draw, you understand it instantly. It's good.

It's really good. You're really good at that.

I mean, fair warning, if I draw a hand it's gonna look like a turkey.