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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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If you asked the Admiral for aprons, you'd probably get hideous ones. Leopard print. Puns.
no subject
No leopard print aprons, asshole! Got it?
[And in normal tones, pulling measuring spoons out and laying them on the counter.]
Least fashionable Admiral of all time. And that's saying a lot.
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Why would you think I'd be mad?
[Lightly asked, voice easy, barely changing in tone from their playful banter. She knows it's sort of cheating, to turn the conversation so abruptly back to serious things, but he did say he wanted to talk about it.]