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savetheearth2013-04-06 06:59 pm
secondcomingof) wrote in savetheearth2013-04-06 06:59 pm
ᴛᴡᴏ. [ action; at a bar, evening ]
[ It's been a long, long past twenty-four hours for Casval.
Most of it was spent curled up in the corner of his totaled office, and then his bedroom, lonelier than ever, when staying was no longer feasible. Sheets drawn over his head though sleep wouldn't come in a vain effort to block out the noise of hearing himself scream over and over again of how he'd wipe the world clean, how it was fit for eradication, extinction, Amuro Ray, don't you see? He doesn't know an Amuro Ray and never wants to, never wants to know a Char Aznable, either but he's stuck with him since he's settled deep into his brain with no hopes of unseating his awful presence and that's what gets him the most, because if there was one thing Casval didn't need, it was another voice to join all the rest already prickling at his jumbled thoughts.
Eventually he runs out of alcohol to numb the encroaching madness and stumbles his way over to the nearest bar, disheveled and disoriented. He drinks and drinks and drinks until they say he's had enough but it isn't. It isn't and will never be.
He doesn't remember when he collapses against the counter but he does remember a distinct lack of dignity when it happens, drifting as the hours drag on. There was nothing dignified about this situation and there's no dignified lift to Casval's step when he's ushered out of the bar, sick and stumbling.
He won't remember any of this by tomorrow, and really, that's sort of the point. Because if he did remember, he has a feeling that'd be the last straw to snap him completely. ]
(( So yeah after spending all day attempting to tune out the world Casval has come out of his angsty cocoon and is drinking his sorrows away. You're free to run into him at any point during this endeavor, at the bar, him going or him leaving -- multiple options here. Get drunk with him, make fun of him, start a fight, whatever. Fair warning that he's very much out of it and likely to snap without provocation/do irresponsible things because he's sick of this life he just wants to scream how could this happen tome him. ))
Most of it was spent curled up in the corner of his totaled office, and then his bedroom, lonelier than ever, when staying was no longer feasible. Sheets drawn over his head though sleep wouldn't come in a vain effort to block out the noise of hearing himself scream over and over again of how he'd wipe the world clean, how it was fit for eradication, extinction, Amuro Ray, don't you see? He doesn't know an Amuro Ray and never wants to, never wants to know a Char Aznable, either but he's stuck with him since he's settled deep into his brain with no hopes of unseating his awful presence and that's what gets him the most, because if there was one thing Casval didn't need, it was another voice to join all the rest already prickling at his jumbled thoughts.
Eventually he runs out of alcohol to numb the encroaching madness and stumbles his way over to the nearest bar, disheveled and disoriented. He drinks and drinks and drinks until they say he's had enough but it isn't. It isn't and will never be.
He doesn't remember when he collapses against the counter but he does remember a distinct lack of dignity when it happens, drifting as the hours drag on. There was nothing dignified about this situation and there's no dignified lift to Casval's step when he's ushered out of the bar, sick and stumbling.
He won't remember any of this by tomorrow, and really, that's sort of the point. Because if he did remember, he has a feeling that'd be the last straw to snap him completely. ]
(( So yeah after spending all day attempting to tune out the world Casval has come out of his angsty cocoon and is drinking his sorrows away. You're free to run into him at any point during this endeavor, at the bar, him going or him leaving -- multiple options here. Get drunk with him, make fun of him, start a fight, whatever. Fair warning that he's very much out of it and likely to snap without provocation/do irresponsible things because he's sick of this life he just wants to scream how could this happen to
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[A drunken man's mind is easy to fathom. They're looking to make mistakes. They want to make mistakes.]
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Too late for that. [ Too late for everything. Just whip out your pretty iGadget already so he can be done with this. ] Go. Please.
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May, would you please help Captain Mass to his feet? He's had enough.
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But his fangs are dull, he's tired, and the moment he gets touched is likely the moment he'll go soft. Still, he puts on an admirable show. May had better watch her ankle if she doesn't want it broken. ]
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[The girl looks apprehensive but she does as she's told, trying to loop one of Casval's arms over her neck so she can support him with her shoulders.]
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Looks like this is going to be a team effort. Even drunk, he's a force to be reckoned with. You'll have to go all in on this one, Richard. Everyone pitches in for the sake of a scandal. ]
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Trouble had walked in the door and now trouble was barreling down the turnpike in the form of slender legs, high heels, and criminally short skirts. Casval makes a weak effort to resist but it's no good. No good at all. Big Dick was right: he wants to make a mistake.
He wants to make a mistake for every damn month of the year for all the mistakes made in a single day. Casval shoots a glare over his shoulder at Richard and murmurs a terse, frightened, fuck you once he's subdued. He'd pay for this now but you'll pay for this later, ten times over, mark his slurred words.
Casval can put mothers to rest, but grudges last forever. ]