Cassel Sharpe.
30 May 2015 @ 10:43 pm
spam } mickey

[Getting paired up again is exactly what he needed. He's happy about that part. That part is great. It's the rest of it that's messing him up. He's bad enough at having friends as it is; he doesn't need this shit to complicate it. If it'd been a stranger, or somebody he could pick apart without feeling bad about it--]

[But it's not. It's not, it's Mickey, the person Cassel probably feels closest to in the world right now besides Chris, and it's his job to not fuck this up.]

[Which almost guarantees that he's going to fuck this up.]

[The file arrives in his cabin as soon as the announcement goes up, teetering on the top of the pile on his desk. He just looks at it, trying to stare it down, thinking maybe it'll get up and go away again if he just waits a little while. It doesn't. So he leaves it where it is and slides out the door, heading to Mickey's cabin.]

[His knock is light, almost shy. But there's really no question about who it is, this close to the announcement.]


video } warden filter

What do you do when you get paired up with a friend? Like a really good friend.

[It seems way harder, somehow.]
 
 
Cassel Sharpe.
17 November 2014 @ 01:43 pm
So, I know she talked to some of you about this already. But I thought I'd make sure everybody knew, so nobody worries-- I--

Needy graduated. She didn't go home, yet, probably because her home's total bullshit [and he's pretty sure she's still wanted there??]. Sunny, haunted Beacon Hills, California was the destination of choice, for those of you who really need to know.

Anybody who wanted to say goodbye and didn't get a chance to, um, I can probably get a message to her. And by "I can get a message to her" I mean "I can have Iris get a message to her".
 
 
Cassel Sharpe.
15 June 2014 @ 08:36 pm
private } horatio, daneca, & needy )

open spam } gardens

[He sits under a tree, making statues.]

[Maybe this will frighten people, now that they have some context: he's got his gloves off, folded carefully at his side. There is scrap metal - soda cans and piles of paper clips - by his knee. This he uses to build his statues, long, thin, somewhat overwrought looking things, melded and twisted by his transformation into something vaguely human.]

[Occasionally he pauses and takes a sip of the open mug of steaming coffee at his other knee. Then he goes back to building ugliness.]