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[patheticvillain]

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?

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[patheticvillain]

I don't usually think about anybody.

[This is important to emphasize, for some reason.]

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[mistconduct]

...Well, go figure. It always sounds like most people in your life are complete shitheads.

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[patheticvillain]

That's what I'm saying. You're not, and it helps me think straight.

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[mistconduct]

That's pretty fucked up. That no one in your life was good to you. Holy fuck.

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[patheticvillain]

Yeah, but -

[He hesitates, struggling slightly.]

That's why I'm here.

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[mistconduct]

You're here because other people let you down?

That's so fucked up. At least I fucking shot someone.

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[patheticvillain]

Well, that, and - what happened with Doyle, that's what I do. You know. Feel bad, make other people feel worse.

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[mistconduct]

..Why?

I mean, what's the point? I'm not judging, I'm just like. For laughs?

Because you never actually seem like you're enjoying it. I could totally support fucking around with people if you liked doing it, but it's like here you do it and then you feel bad about it.

It's like, what the fuck?

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[patheticvillain]

Usually I don't feel bad about it? Usually something goes wrong and I make it go worse because I can, and sometimes that's all I can do. And there's not much time to feel bad about it.

Plus I don't think I'm supposed to feel bad. It's just what you do when people mess with you. Turn it around.

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[mistconduct]

We have to find a better way to utilize your God-given talents of fucking with people.

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[patheticvillain]

Oh, yeah? Like what?

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[mistconduct]

I'm not sure. I think we need to settle on a target first.

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[patheticvillain]

Options?

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[mistconduct]

There's your warden, my warden, your brother, Zane...who pisses you off here?

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[patheticvillain]

My brother.

[Instant answer.]

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[mistconduct]

Okay. So let's make a plan to fuck with your brother.

What would freak him out?

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[patheticvillain]

[He raises one shoulder, a touch uneasily.]

Graduating would do it. But -

I could rewrite his journals again.

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[mistconduct]

How often do you think he reads his journals?

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[patheticvillain]

Every day. Sometimes a couple times.

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[mistconduct]

Can we rewrite them so he thinks he had an involuntary sex change operation?

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[patheticvillain]

No . . . no, if we do it, it has to be more personal than that.

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[mistconduct]

Seriously?

Huh. Okay. What if...we faked him out and made him think he graduated?

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[patheticvillain]

Fake him out and make him think he got our mother killed.

[It's cold and cruel and instinctive, and he flinches violently once he realizes what he's said.]

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[mistconduct]

...Shit, man.

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[patheticvillain]

There's no middle ground.