Cassel Sharpe.
14 May 2014 @ 12:27 am
spam } barge, day 1

[Cassel remembers the time before. Most of it. The week between, not so much. So he walks into this with no context, no ideas, just a memory of who he was, what he's probably done. He wakes up on this Barge terrified.]

[But if he acts terrified, he dies. Probably, if he has any guess, over and over again. Because that's the kind of person he was here: the kid who killed for fun, who pulled the metaphorical wings off flies to see what would happen, who turned his inmate into a half-bird-half-bat horror on days ending in Y, as punishment, as whatever. A cruel son of a bitch.]

[So, okay. He can play that for a while. At least until he tears this place down. (Or tries to stay alive. Either way.)]

[When he leaves his cabin, he walks around without his gloves on. His bare fingers are a threat of transformation. He'll do it anywhere, everywhere, hurt anyone for the fun of it. Or at least that's what his face says. The promise doesn't quite reach his eyes.]


spam } port, days 2-4

[If the message he receives confuses him, the port confuses him even more. He has no idea when the last port was, when he was here last. It doesn't make sense to let people go, unless they'll all just be tugged back like normal. But nothing's working - how does the Admiral know that will? Does he know anything? Or is this someone else at the wheel entirely?]

[Cassel almost stays aboard. But people he likes - correction: people he runs with, because he doesn't have friends here - go into the city, so he follows with, to see what he can see. Out here, he wears gloves. Out here, he's wary.]

[Soon enough, he learns that he should be.]


( ooc; cassel is unaffected for the desperate to deliver plot! his mirror barge backstory is here. after day 4, he will be in hiding on the planet after bucky outs him. )
 
 
Cassel Sharpe.
17 August 2013 @ 08:12 pm
[Feed begins with a documentary-style camera effect with a touch of Blair Witch shake, tracking Chris as he walks (very, very quietly) down the hallway. He's clearly looking for something, and looks over his shoulder at the camera, speaking in a stage whisper and with an extremely shitty accent.]

G'day, mates. We're out here on the barge hunting for wild limeys.

[Turning to face front again, Chris waves his hand excitedly when he spots the target: the back of James Bond's head walking down the hall. Turning to face the camera, he speaks in a stage whisper, and also an extremely shitty accent.]

Crikey! We've spotted one now. Look at the size of him!

[A dramatic demonstrative gesture. James still seems totally oblivious.]

Now here's what we do to bring him 'round to heel. The Englishman is primarily known for its weakness to physical affection. So what me and my mate Sharpe here are going to do is come around from both sides of him and wrap him up in a disarming embrace.

[Abruptly he drops the accent and the posturing and waves at Cassel behind the camera.]

Okay let's fucking go. Leave the camera here.

[And Cassel rests it on the ground, angled up so it catches the action, namely both of them sneaking up behind James in total silence, until:]

Fucking attack hugs, shithead!

[--from Chris, at which point they both leap forward to suddenly hug James. Cassel scatters quickly, but Chris isn't so lucky, and the feed goes black with James grabbing him by the collar.]

AND THE AFTERMATH. )