twenty-five ➢ private + spam

[patheticvillain]

private } chris

Hey.

private } vesper

sorry i scared you

spam } open. eeeeesh.

[Cassel spends the weekend and the first couple of days after Elena's outed pretty much just hiding in his room. He'll open the door to some people right away, some after a little persuasion, and completely ignore others.]

[After that, he starts picking up his shifts in the gym again, although he tends not to do much looking people in the eye. He can also be found scuttling away from social interaction in the dining hall.]

Comments

[Private]

[patheticvillain]

Man, he. Might actually have murdered you, man.

[Private]

[mistconduct]

After the week I'd had? Nah. He might've just taken my arms.

[Private]

[patheticvillain]

You go off the pain meds and someone climbs inside my head. It's like the world's conspiring against me serenading you in the infirmary.

How bad is it?

[Private]

[mistconduct]

Seriously, I'm so pissed off at that. And at Elena, what the shit is she smoking.

It's not good.

[Private]

[patheticvillain]

I remind her of somebody. She says that's not why, but it is.

Chris. Tell me how bad it is.

[Private]

[mistconduct]

Wow. She has way more issues than she's letting on. I thought she was just a heartless bitch but damn, she's a pretender.

Riddick says he can smell the dead tissue. It's like...fucking gangrene or blood poisoning or something.

[Private]

[patheticvillain]

She's fucked up just like the rest of us. I don't know. I feel like I should hate her more.

Fuck, man. So. What now?

[Private]

[mistconduct]

So do I. What's wrong with us? Are we good people now?


So...I go into surgery and they take them back off again? I've no fucking idea.

[Private]

[patheticvillain]

I don't know. Being a good person doesn't seem all that fucking satisfying, frankly.

That's bullshit. You can't just keep taking legs on and off.

[Private]

[mistconduct]

Not really. Not at all, actually.

I know, right? Fucking christ. But skin's falling off it and the veins look really fucked.

[Private]

[patheticvillain]

Then again, revenge wasn't much use either. So I don't know, we're fucked either way.

Jesus. Okay, well. Jesus. Maybe take them off then. Fuck if I know, I've been to a doctor maybe four times in my life.

[Private]

[mistconduct]

I guess. But I mean. We win in the end. We've got each other, Bond's got Vesper. Who does she have? Fucking nobody. Wicked people die alone.

Maybe take them off? Yeah, no shit you're not a doctor. Why didn't you go more often?

[Private]

[patheticvillain]

She had people, they just sucked. I don't know. Yeah. We win.

We had people for that. Physical workers. And, you know. Also didn't really trust doctors? Or anyone.

[Private]

[mistconduct]

She's jealous.

Wow. Maybe you should get your ass to a doctor sometime inside of this year, dumbass.

[Private]

[patheticvillain]

Who wouldn't be jealous?

Maybe when the doctors aren't busy juggling your legs. Also one of them is still screwing my brother.

[Private]

[mistconduct]

For real.


...Uh, ew. Which one? God, which one has that kind of terrible taste?

[Private]

[patheticvillain]

The Emperor of whateverthecrap.

[Private]

[mistconduct]

Oh, that prick. Yeah, no, he actually did a really decent job.

[Private]

[patheticvillain]

I believe it. Just remember: his hands have been all over Zane's dick.

[Private]

[mistconduct]

FUCK YOU.

FUCK you for saying that, oh my GOD.

[Private]

[patheticvillain]

Just giving you something to distract you.

[Private]

[mistconduct]

I officially hate you.

[Private]

[patheticvillain]

Prove it.

[Private]

[mistconduct]

Prove I hate you?

Fine. I break up.

[Private]

[patheticvillain]

That didn't take last time.