deck spam } open

[It has been said in the past that Cassel walks like a leopard dressed up as a house cat. This is still - very applicable. It's just that he uses his claws more these days and cleans them less, and he only really makes an effort to seem nice when he wants something he can't get with threats or bribes.]

[He doesn't care about the deck, but he does spend a decent amount of time on deck even now, even with everyone milling around like assholes trying to claw their way to the top of the mountain. He has a plan. He will be living like a king regardless, when this place falls apart; it's just a matter of pressing the right buttons and getting certain stubborn assholes graduated before the end goes from nigh to right now.]

[When he isn't committing violent acts of overwrought and symbolic discipline, he arranges a folding deck chair by the starboard rail and occupies himself with one of two equally important tasks. First, mending holes in his gloves - the less-than-deliberate ones; there's a small hole in the forefinger of his left and the ring finger of his right that were arranged on purpose, bless Shandra's rotting heart. Second, sketching. He possesses a honed fascination with the human form, what it can become, how far it can be stretched - literally - before bones break. Before the psyche does. Here, he's been working on his pencil drawings for years. They're horrific. Some of them are probably familiar.]

( private } anya & harvey )

public } video

[For those who are old hat on this Barge, this display is nothing new. Cassel did it a couple of times with Anya - a whole lot more with Harvey. He's taken time after the blowback to collect himself, to grind his teeth until the pain flies off his face, to shake it off and push his hair back and adjust the cuffs of his gloves. He looks long-suffering, though bright-eyed.]

I realize we're all really excited about the door, but I still happen to have a job to do here, so - well. You all know how this goes.

[There's a cage approximately mid-deck, on a stand as tall as a podium, with a flat shelf. Something shifts inside it, then goes still.]

( cw; body horror, gore, torture )

[The camera shifts back to Cassel, then pans out to display the both of them. He gestures widely at the cage, a put-upon Vanna White.]

As usual, if you have any grievances to air with Harvey Dent, this would be an excellent time to do so. If you have any frustrations you'd like to take out on, you know, whoever, knock yourself out. He'll be on deck for eighteen hours.

Just restrain yourselves from killing him, if you can help it. I know it's trying.

( private spam } chris & slevin )

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 )

[Today Cassel's wearing slate-gray gloves, tailored clothes, and a haircut slightly less Bieberish than previously. Consider this evidence of Barron's bad influence. To those very familiar with his body language, he might seem a little colder than usual, but overall he's still the same kid.]

[Except for how he's not.]

When my big brother gets married I'm going to tell the lucky lady to watch her back. Not because I think he'd kill her - probably - but because she'll always be number three. First comes money. Next comes family. Last comes, you know, whoever.

Unrelatedly [like hell it is, Cassel], unrequited love used to make me just crazy depressed, but since my untimely-slash-poetic death I pretty much find it hilarious. Like, for example - say you're in a position of power over somebody else, somebody whose eyes remind you of the moon and the stars and all that. How much of a bastard does it make you if you act on it? Does it make you more of a bastard if you never mention it and pretend everything's okay while you have a poster of them taped to the ceiling above your bed?

Everybody should read at least one Shakespearean tragedy and report back. This is for a book report.

private | syo

So, I think I owe you a death.


( ooc; au info - cassel chose to go with barron to join the brennans instead of blackmailing him. he was killed several months after this decision by his ex-girlfriend, lila zacharov. he is at this point an emotionally-deadened assassin with very little regard for human life c8 ALSO: this version of cassel is KIND OF A HOUND, so anyone with a lady of appropriate age can assume he has attempted to charm his way into her pants )