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.
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.
24 January 2014 @ 07:13 pm
spam } various times 1/24-1/28

[There is a small, slim, and unfamiliar black cat walking the Barge this weekend. A familiar item hangs around his neck: two coins fused together by supernatural strength, hung on a leather thong. With it, the cat seems to pass freely throughout the ship, though he clings to shadows in the hallways.]

[Most often, he can be found in common rooms, curled up on the best chair and watching the goings-on with barely-open yellow eyes. In the gardens, he naps in the flower beds and climbs into the thickest parts of low-growing trees. Here and there he can be found in boxes where he probably isn't supposed to be, seeming to look for small spaces and pressing himself into corners.]

[He also makes his best efforts to trip people, looking incredibly smug with every success.]


spam } vesper

[Don't ask how he got in here. Some things it's better not to question. But he's found Vesper's paperwork, which is suddenly the most fascinating and important thing in the world.]

[Whenever she comes back, he's rolling on his back in the middle of a mess of papers. Which are his now.]
 
 
Cassel Sharpe.
07 June 2013 @ 12:30 pm
private | kon

I have a question about what Charles did to you. [A beat.] I mean. For you.

public | voice

[He shouldn't be making this post, probably, no matter how curious he is. He's been weird about his mother lately, and if she starts talking to him he's not sure what he'll do.]

[So he compromises: voice, which is a tell in itself, when he could be using video (he's hiding), but to his credit it doesn't shake, and he doesn't sound afraid. Maybe Sam's out there, or Daneca.]


The Admiral's fucking with us again, I note. If anybody wants to catch me up on the news from Jersey, it's not like I'm doing anything. Otherwise I'll just watch everyone else be super uncomfortable.

private | text to zane + chris | later

today was complete bullshit and fuck this boat i have snacks and my door's open

the rules are no talking and whoever brings booze gets the most pillows