spam } open

[Cassel starts the new year off hungover. He rises late after karaoke, but he does rise, his limbs feeling heavy and leaden as he heads to the gym.]

[It's weird; he's got the craziest feeling that time is pressing down on him, that if he doesn't start off this year right he'll be letting everybody down. That everyone he passes is looking at him, too. Paranoia left over from seeing his family, probably, but it feels real. He smiles at everyone who comes in as he's cleaning and tidying, doing the work he didn't do over the past few days, but he feels hemmed in, overwhelmed, pushed against by anything and everything.]

[Those who know him well might notice he's frowning more and smiling wider when he smiles at all. His masks aren't as good as they should be. He complains loudly and with good cheer about the food at lunch in the dining hall, sits down with near-strangers, touches the people he loves on the back as he passes their tables.]

private } chris

Hey, so. What the hell is Mickey's deal anyway?

private } wichita

You and me, we've got a date. You ready?

filter } inmates

Yo, so anybody who uses the gym on a regular basis might have noticed it's kind of trashed at the moment. That's my bad, I'm sorry about it. I haven't figured out how to clone myself, so for the time being it's just me working in there.

I need a magician's assistant. Anybody interested? Perks include me liking you, your theoretical warden getting off your ass a little bit, not being bored to death, and karma points.


( ooc; cassel is still emotion-worked! as detailed in these posts. pp for more details if desired! )

private, separately } daneca, chris, anya, mickey

[Cassel sounds earnest, looks drawn. For all the world like he's really scared but trying to hide it to make people feel better.]

You there? Hey, look, if you're out there alone we should meet up. Everybody's going fucking insane.

. . . Er. Insane-er.

spam

[When he's with people, or when he knows people are watching, Cassel looks - not helpless, but weak, exhausted, overwhelmed. He projects through the crease between his brows and the tense hunch in his shoulders the perfect image of a boy who has done this too many times before and just wants to rest, just rest, get away. His disguise is almost flawless. He's very good at what he does, after all.]

[But catch him off guard and you'll see him for what he is: calculating, every minute, every second. His eyes are what give him away best of all. They're ice cold unless he makes himself put on the friendly face, which grates on him; he tries to get away without it whenever possible.]

[When it's his turn to watch the camp while the others rest, he goes a little farther out than strictly necessary, stepping deliberately outside the boundaries of camp to patrol for easy prey, for trespassers. He doesn't want to win this - honestly, despite his own heady narcissism, he doesn't think he can win a contest of brute force like this - but he can survive, and he can get a little revenge while he does it.]


( ooc; cassel is SWAPPED but stridently pretending not to be, deets here & here. )

voice, day 1

--ss? Anya? Peter?

[The slight hiss of indrawn breath, a result of having just run a very long way, or perhaps intense pain. Cassel's breathing slows, gets heavier; then it seems to occur to him, apparently for the first time, that this is not a direct line.]

Shit.

[Feed cuts off.]

video, day 2

[Sounding significantly more confident, Cassel is back, looking dirty and waving a splinted hand at the camera. He is also wearing a newsboy cap because fuck you, that's why, and also he stole it, and also it's a good luck charm.]

You people seem awfully upset for no particular reason. It's not like anyone broke your hand for no reason, and then insulted your family and threatened your livelihood, and then threw you out a window.

By the way, the one cussing and crying for his dad could be arrested if you wanted to arrest him. For assault. And rudeness.

Once that's done, someone ought to explain how currency works here. It's sort of vital for a functioning society, yeah? So draw up a diagram as soon as humanly or mostly-humanly possible.

spam } anywhen, everywhere

[Cassel seems perfectly thrilled to be here, at least after he locates Anya and Peter. His disappointment and worry at not finding Cass doesn't get past his bright smile, and he's mostly able to drown any fears out after the discovery of pancakes in the dining hall on day one.]

[When not eating, he can be found on deck staring at the stars - which he has never seen this clearly, the smog of the city and the overhanging buildings always getting in the way - or following people around, shadowing and imitating their walks exactly.]


( ooc; cassel is redux from the cogs and catches breach, a street urchin living with his twin sister and adoptive family in the steampunk city of aeris navem. )