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.
[Cassel sleeps through most of Wednesday and Thursday. He wakes up every once in a while, rolls over, checks his comm, sees that one or the other person isn't dead, and is distantly pleased about that. By the time he's conscious and mentally present enough to check in, he's all out of fucks to give about acting like he's not worried.]

[Text balances that out some, though. That and the fact that he actually has no idea what to say.]


If anybody hasn't gone to the infirmary yet, they're morons and should go do it right now. Because that sucked.

[He loves you really. (No.)]

friends filter; cass + james + vesper + babs

Especially you.

private | kon

You get a week off. I'm officially giving you a week off. I won't restart being a dick until next Friday. You're welcome.

private | chris

[Not that he expects this to get answered, but.]

I saw you left the sign. Couldn't leave a response because we were fighting zombie children and I forgot to steal a marker. Sorry.

spam, saturday

[Friday he's occupied. Saturday he spends a little time on deck and a little in the library. Both places he's just reading. It's easier to read than to act like focus on other people and keep up the act that he knows what he's doing - because he really doesn't. That place hadn't even wanted him, and it had gotten to him.]

[He catches up on his reading list. Tries to stay out of trouble. This may or may not work out for him.]
 
 
 
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 )