patheticvillain | twenty-three ➢ spam + voice

spam } barron

[It's really, really tempting to half-ass this, once Cassel gets up the nerve to finally do it. He's made the pictures without talking to his warden or his friends or anybody. He hasn't asked for validation; he doesn't need it. It makes him uncomfortable, but he knows he has to. He knows this is the right thing to do.]

[When he knocks on Barron's door, there's a light sweat on his palms in his black gloves, and he's moving an envelope nervously from one hand to the other. Inside, there are three photos, each with a handwritten note on the back.]

[One of himself - This is Cassel Sharpe. He's your little brother, and he loves you.]

[The second one - This is Prefect. He's your warden, and he loves you.]

[And the last one - This is Daneca Wasserman. She was your girlfriend, and you love her.]

later } kon

[He's subdued when he comes to find Kon. Mostly he just doesn't want to be alone right now - doesn't want to think about his family, or anybody's family. Maybe they can train or play with Patches or something.]

[Knocking on Kon's door, he shuffles his feet and shoves his hands in his pockets. No idea what's just happened, besides the obvious.]

later still } zane

[Now his hands are trembling. All of him is trembling. He feels weird, like this is some kind of nightmare that won't look like one until, abruptly, it does.]

[He raps loudly and arrhythmically at Zane's door, his covered knuckles stuttering on the stone.]

Zane. Zane! I need to talk to you. Please open up.

and finally } public/voice

[More than anything, Cassel sounds stunned. Not happy, not yet. Just baffled. It's been a long day.]

So, uh. I just graduated. And I'm staying.

[Long . . . pause.]

That's kind of it.

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She'd probably just steal it from me when I'm not looking. Or force Lark to get me to give it over.

Wow, everybody on this boat but you is such a killjoy. Somebody should just give you a billion dollars.

Actually, a billion dollars should be standard graduation present.

Cassel, why the fuck do you keep wanting people to give me money? I'm already rich. Or my family is.

I'm just saying it's the Admiral's duty to give you nice things at this point, he put you through Silent Hill so it's owed. Could give you a hundred framed pictures of my ass, I don't know.

...

Okay, see, that I wouldn't mind.

Seriously? You don't think a hundred would be overkill?

I'd put them all over the subway when I get back.

Like a public service announcement. With my ass.

The world needs to know.

Damn right it does.

[He flips over onto his back, looking at Chris upside down.]

Even if the Admiral won't do it, you could do an artist's rendering.

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You think I'm a way better artist than I actually am.

I think you're exactly as good as you are, which is very.

You're biased. And a better artist, technically. You're naturally crafty.

That doesn't count. It's not the same as working at it.

You should still teach me about - what was it, "perspective and shit"? So I can do what I did in that breach.

You work at it. You'd be the greatest art forger known to man.

Oh, for real? Yeah, it's easy. You'd be great at it.

Heh. Okay, yeah, but - I wanna work at it like you do, though. And I've got time now.

I was okay at it there. I want to see what'll happen here. [He smirks.] And if you're a good teacher.