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patheticvillain) wrote2013-08-31 08:04 pm
patheticvillain) wrote2013-08-31 08:04 pm
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.
[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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They're not all that big.
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[Glancing away, Cassel shrugs, looking a little uncomfortable. Words are hard. Talking about this is harder. He's never had to put it into words before.]
You let me see that, it means you trust me and I trust you. You're taking my life in your control, sitting next to me bare-handed. I mean, I know it's not the same, you can't do the work, but that's - what it feels like.
Safety's strength, to me.
[He chews his lip.]
I don't know, maybe that doesn't make sense to anybody else.
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No, it. It makes sense, it's like having guns on the table. During a truce or something.
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It's not like guns. They have one purpose. Hands have tons. I just never knew the good ones, before you.
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[He grins and reaches up to take Chris's hand again, twining their fingers together.]
So, what. Are you my motivational speaker now? Or is that just what wardens sound like? Or is that just what you sound like around me?
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[Chris grins, lacing his fingers with Cassel's and bringing his elbow up to look at the hands together]
Fuck if I know, man. All I know is that Rorschach never gave me bullshit motivational speeches.
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[He looks, too, still smiling, though his gaze shifts to Chris's face after a minute, studying.]
You'd make a shit Rorschach. You do good motivational speeches.
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And thanks. I'm going to go home and grow a fucking goatee.
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. . . Why a goatee, of all things. [S I D E - E Y E]
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Goatees are fucking awesome.