[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.

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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 )

[Barge, say hello to Cassel wearing a shit-eating grin and lounging on his crappy boarding-school bed. He's got a piece of cardboard held face-away against his chest and the air of someone about to impart glory to the masses.]

So as a bunch of you just noticed, dying sucks. That's why most people don't make a habit of it. Lucky for us inmates, we're trapped here and free to die as many times as we can manage. [He pauses.] Or handle before going insane.

There's no reason to mope about it, though. Sure, it hurts. But it's also an opportunity to do something super fun with your fellow prisoners - which is good, because who doesn't like teambuilding?

Which is why your friendly neighborhood Red Mist and I came up with this.

[He turns the card around and displays it, Vanna White-style.] Death bingo. Middle square is a freebie, the death that brought you to the ship in the first place, which, by the way, can't be used on any of the other squares. Any Wardens who want to play will be one behind, but on the plus side, you have complete control over our lives!

Side note: it'd be cool to have more than one card to switch things up, so make your own, tell your friends if you have any, prizes to be determined.

[He salutes the camera and shuts the feed off.]

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So was that a favor to my brother or what? He's really got you wrapped around his little finger.


( ooc; the bottom left corner says shooting lololol my handwriting is worse than i remembered )

[Cassel mostly sat in the dark during that mini-blackout, kicking the wall and looking as bored as possible even in the darkness. When it came back on, he started browsing through the feed, got nothing useful, and flopped back onto the bed. Welp. Time to say hi.]

That's really confidence-inducing. You know what happens in real prisons when the power goes out, right? Riots. Everything's electricity-powered, and when that fails, people run out of their cells and start beating on each other. Great first impression, Barge.

[He's not gonna say anything about how your hands are all naked, but your hands are all naked.]