Cassel Sharpe.
20 March 2014 @ 04:51 pm
spam } infirmary & 7-09, open

[Everything hurts. Everything on his body and the space behind his eyes, every cell and every neuron, hurts. It's so much worse this time that for a while Cassel isn't sure he's not hallucinating. But no. This is real. The crunch of bone he keeps feeling, that's some kind of psychosomatic memory, but the rest of the pain is completely real.]

[He stays in the infirmary until he stops feeling like he's dying over and over; then he slinks to his room and curls up in bed with the covers over his head and Ilia curled up irritably at his side.]


& various private messages. )
 
 
 
Cassel Sharpe.
30 April 2013 @ 11:50 am
video | 1 friendly conversation filter, sans chris + cass

[Cassel chooses the video option deliberately, as well as the angle: dead on his face with a view of his shoulders and the top half of his torso. His face and posture bleed honesty tinged with regret - a little confusion, too. The confusion's the only part of this that's true, and his anger, frustration, resentment are well-hidden. That's why he's excluded Cass, because she could call him on this in an instant. Chris is out because he doesn't lie to Chris. Everyone else is fair game.]

[He takes a half-breath before he starts, looking at the camera, off to the side - guilt, shame.]


I shouldn't have done that. [Lie.] If I worried you, I'm sorry. [Half-truth, and a self-deprecating smile.] I'm not great at, uh, planning, I guess.

I know there's no way I can make up for worrying everyone, but if it's any consolation I feel like a total ass. Lesson learned, scout's honor, not happening again. [Smile evolved into smirk! Still self-deprecating, though.] I'm also considering putting up a suggestion box. "Shit Cassel should never do" for Barge input.

[And then he gets quiet, tilts his head a little sadly at the camera. Sincere regret, only not.] Seriously. Don't worry about me. And don't take it out on him.

private | zane )
 
 
Cassel Sharpe.
28 March 2013 @ 11:45 pm
private | kon | text

Barron left. My brother's gone.

spam

[See Cassel. See Cassel run. See Cassel run around the inside of this goddamn box with a dog at his heels. For the first time since his death at Syo's hands, he looks ruffled, afraid. He stops at every window, looking out into the black, but Patches barks at him and he backs away.]

[He feels like a rat in a maze, a cat in a cage.]



( ooc; takes place after this & this )