“Case-One”

why are there tongue marks inside the flour jar.

ask-felixneumann

There’s…..what?

Sorry....

#what the fuck #ask case #cod ask blog #ask blog

i hate it here.

why are there tongue marks inside the flour jar.

malcomhawks-askblog

Malcom leans back into the plush couch of the private room of the casino. It had been awhile since he had gotten any news about anyone, watching from the sidelines was entertaining, but getting involved is..exhilitarting.

"just wait and see...." malcom murmurs to himself adjusting his hood further down his head hiding his face behind shadow.

he would wait, and wait to see who would show their faces tonight.

#ooc///invite to anyone who wants to interact!#<- fire

he wasn’t there for gambling, that was to say the least.

finger broaching on a small, hidden earpiece as he pressed into it, muttering something, already feeling exposed from his uncovered face.

case scanned the room, taking in everyone, gaze only lingering on the man in the corner a second longer than normal, before he moved on, readjusting his concealed pistol.

he had a job to get done, after all.

Should we force adler to get us a cat and name it onion or AK-47

I’m the goddamn onion around here. AK sounds damn classy.

ask-americas-monster

We've already got Case, ain't that enough of a feral house mate?

#‘feral housemate’ god forbid a white boy catch a vibe

i would like a cat.

Someone's here...someone is actually here...stop it! MAKE IT STOP!

Did you really forget about me that easily with just some pills? AS IF THAT COULD ERASE WHAT YOU DID AND WHO YOU ARE? AS IF THAT COULD TURN YOU INTO ANOTHER VERSION OF YOURSELF?

GET AWAY FROM ME! THIS ISN'T ME!

Don't you dare run from me again! This is your own doing! You can't keep me away from yourself and them forever!

No! You're not real! This is not real! I'm not doing this! No one will make me do this again!

You're forcing yourself to do this! Let me out! Let me do this! WE are doing this!

THIS IS YOU AND NOT ME! THERE IS NO US! ONLY YOU!

IT'S NEVER BEEN ME OR YOU IT'S ALWAYS BEEN US! THERE'S NO DIFFERENCE! YOU JUST FAIL TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT AND KEEP ME LOCKED AWAY!

No no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no! There's no US there never will be an US! This is YOU! Not ME!

This is not up for debate anymore William, this has never been up for debate. We are the problem, we are the pressuring feeling that comes with danger. They took us back in, gave us a home and we will destroy it. That's all we can do, that's all we are. Destruction, this is what we were made to cause.

#get it together.#cod ask blog #ask blog #ask case

get it together.

you weren’t made for anything. you were made into something. whether you’re going to be what they intended to make you into is your decision.

choose wisely.

It was Sunday, just thirty minutes before the selected time for everybody to arrive, when Woods finally began setting everything up.

The table that normally held guns was cleared, and drug over to the center of the Rook, a ham Frank himself had cooked placed in the center, before he laid out plates (paper plates, obviously, he wasn’t doing all those dishes) and silverware, moving a few chairs so everyone could sit.

It wasn’t much, but it would work.

Checking that he still had his hunting knife and pistol on him, he sighed, kicking back his feet on a nearby desk, and waiting until the chaos started.

case simply walked up from downstairs, considering he lived in the rook.

taking a seat, he set down a mixed fruit bowl on the table, snatching a bite of honeydew from it. he glanced over at the other case, and woods, and spoke quietly.

“happy easter.”

probably the most they were getting out of him.

Saint shook the box of candies at him, maybe a little awkward. "Not poison," he said quietly. "Mind if I steal a fruit?"

case was simply idly nibbling on some honeydew, when the man approached him.

“ah. thanks.” he spoke, taking one of the candies and carefully nibbling at the edges, not out of fear it was poisoned, simply to get the perfect bite.

“have at it, not much honeydew left, though.”

he gave a little gesture to the fruit bowl. woods had stolen most of the cantaloupe, and he himself had eaten almost all of the honeydew.

"No worries. Always been more of a strawberry guy anyway." Saint nabbed one of the fruit in question, popping it in his mouth. "Happy Easter."

it was only then that case realized he’d never seen this particular man around before, but he shrugged it off. probably one of woods’ numerous friends.

“opposites, then. i hate strawberry.” it was the truth. after hurling up a strawberry smoothie as a child he could never quite enjoy them the same.

“happy easter.”

"I'm Henry, by the way. People call me Saint. I can explain why, but it might take a while." As always when he said his name- Henry- the voice grew a little louder, the silhouette less fuzzy, fingers reaching for his throat. He blinked, and it was gone.

case could recognize it when he saw it happening to saint—or henry. he’d gone through the same before.

“case.”

he offered, them glancing over to the other case exploring about, avoiding adler, probably talking away about his love for sea life.

“or at least one of them.”

grabbing his plate full of honeydew, and standing, glancing over at saint.

“i’m heading downstairs. too loud up here for me. feel free to join.”

Saint hesitated, glancing around. The figure watched, quiet for once. "Sure," he said, shrugging. "Won't talk much, but I guess I could use some away time."

“…yeah. i figured.”

he walked down the familiar creaky steps, settling in a chair near a small wooden table. it wasn’t too well lit down here, but it was quieter than it was upstairs.

case pulled out a collection of files from a seemingly hidden spot beneath the table, going through them as he quietly chewed some honeydew, the fabric of his mask pulled up and bunched at his nose.

“you’re seeing things, right?”

he asked, glancing up at saint. he hadn’t missed how the man has been glancing around at empty corners all day.

Compromised, the voice whispered. Eliminate all threats.

Saint had been away from those labs for almost five years now. He had been dead for most of that time. Saint touched the wire around his wrist. He was allowed to talk about it, despite the voice's persistent panicked yelling.

"Was a long time ago," he said simply; it was all he could disclose without everything going a little red, without that suffocating feeling. He chose to focus on Case- not his eyes, those were confusing, but what his mask didn't cover.

#woah…#case’s eyes are confusing?MORE LIKE MESMERIZING AUGHHHHHH

case watched his reaction carefully, a momentary pause from looking over the papers on the desk, before returning his attention to them.

“i understand. more than you think i do.”

he said simply, tossing another piece of honeydew in his mouth, hearing the vague sound of a bottle break upstairs but ignoring it, he went back to whatever he was doing.

It was Sunday, just thirty minutes before the selected time for everybody to arrive, when Woods finally began setting everything up.

The table that normally held guns was cleared, and drug over to the center of the Rook, a ham Frank himself had cooked placed in the center, before he laid out plates (paper plates, obviously, he wasn’t doing all those dishes) and silverware, moving a few chairs so everyone could sit.

It wasn’t much, but it would work.

Checking that he still had his hunting knife and pistol on him, he sighed, kicking back his feet on a nearby desk, and waiting until the chaos started.

case simply walked up from downstairs, considering he lived in the rook.

taking a seat, he set down a mixed fruit bowl on the table, snatching a bite of honeydew from it. he glanced over at the other case, and woods, and spoke quietly.

“happy easter.”

probably the most they were getting out of him.

Saint shook the box of candies at him, maybe a little awkward. "Not poison," he said quietly. "Mind if I steal a fruit?"

case was simply idly nibbling on some honeydew, when the man approached him.

“ah. thanks.” he spoke, taking one of the candies and carefully nibbling at the edges, not out of fear it was poisoned, simply to get the perfect bite.

“have at it, not much honeydew left, though.”

he gave a little gesture to the fruit bowl. woods had stolen most of the cantaloupe, and he himself had eaten almost all of the honeydew.

"No worries. Always been more of a strawberry guy anyway." Saint nabbed one of the fruit in question, popping it in his mouth. "Happy Easter."

it was only then that case realized he’d never seen this particular man around before, but he shrugged it off. probably one of woods’ numerous friends.

“opposites, then. i hate strawberry.” it was the truth. after hurling up a strawberry smoothie as a child he could never quite enjoy them the same.

“happy easter.”

"I'm Henry, by the way. People call me Saint. I can explain why, but it might take a while." As always when he said his name- Henry- the voice grew a little louder, the silhouette less fuzzy, fingers reaching for his throat. He blinked, and it was gone.

case could recognize it when he saw it happening to saint—or henry. he’d gone through the same before.

“case.”

he offered, them glancing over to the other case exploring about, avoiding adler, probably talking away about his love for sea life.

“or at least one of them.”

grabbing his plate full of honeydew, and standing, glancing over at saint.

“i’m heading downstairs. too loud up here for me. feel free to join.”

Saint hesitated, glancing around. The figure watched, quiet for once. "Sure," he said, shrugging. "Won't talk much, but I guess I could use some away time."

“…yeah. i figured.”

he walked down the familiar creaky steps, settling in a chair near a small wooden table. it wasn’t too well lit down here, but it was quieter than it was upstairs.

case pulled out a collection of files from a seemingly hidden spot beneath the table, going through them as he quietly chewed some honeydew, the fabric of his mask pulled up and bunched at his nose.

“you’re seeing things, right?”

he asked, glancing up at saint. he hadn’t missed how the man has been glancing around at empty corners all day.

#it’s getting devious

It was Sunday, just thirty minutes before the selected time for everybody to arrive, when Woods finally began setting everything up.

The table that normally held guns was cleared, and drug over to the center of the Rook, a ham Frank himself had cooked placed in the center, before he laid out plates (paper plates, obviously, he wasn’t doing all those dishes) and silverware, moving a few chairs so everyone could sit.

It wasn’t much, but it would work.

Checking that he still had his hunting knife and pistol on him, he sighed, kicking back his feet on a nearby desk, and waiting until the chaos started.

case simply walked up from downstairs, considering he lived in the rook.

taking a seat, he set down a mixed fruit bowl on the table, snatching a bite of honeydew from it. he glanced over at the other case, and woods, and spoke quietly.

“happy easter.”

probably the most they were getting out of him.

Saint shook the box of candies at him, maybe a little awkward. "Not poison," he said quietly. "Mind if I steal a fruit?"

case was simply idly nibbling on some honeydew, when the man approached him.

“ah. thanks.” he spoke, taking one of the candies and carefully nibbling at the edges, not out of fear it was poisoned, simply to get the perfect bite.

“have at it, not much honeydew left, though.”

he gave a little gesture to the fruit bowl. woods had stolen most of the cantaloupe, and he himself had eaten almost all of the honeydew.

"No worries. Always been more of a strawberry guy anyway." Saint nabbed one of the fruit in question, popping it in his mouth. "Happy Easter."

it was only then that case realized he’d never seen this particular man around before, but he shrugged it off. probably one of woods’ numerous friends.

“opposites, then. i hate strawberry.” it was the truth. after hurling up a strawberry smoothie as a child he could never quite enjoy them the same.

“happy easter.”

"I'm Henry, by the way. People call me Saint. I can explain why, but it might take a while." As always when he said his name- Henry- the voice grew a little louder, the silhouette less fuzzy, fingers reaching for his throat. He blinked, and it was gone.

#<- youre so me!!#<- twinsies

case could recognize it when he saw it happening to saint—or henry. he’d gone through the same before.

“case.”

he offered, them glancing over to the other case exploring about, avoiding adler, probably talking away about his love for sea life.

“or at least one of them.”

grabbing his plate full of honeydew, and standing, glancing over at saint.

“i’m heading downstairs. too loud up here for me. feel free to join.”

It was Sunday, just thirty minutes before the selected time for everybody to arrive, when Woods finally began setting everything up.

The table that normally held guns was cleared, and drug over to the center of the Rook, a ham Frank himself had cooked placed in the center, before he laid out plates (paper plates, obviously, he wasn’t doing all those dishes) and silverware, moving a few chairs so everyone could sit.

It wasn’t much, but it would work.

Checking that he still had his hunting knife and pistol on him, he sighed, kicking back his feet on a nearby desk, and waiting until the chaos started.

case simply walked up from downstairs, considering he lived in the rook.

taking a seat, he set down a mixed fruit bowl on the table, snatching a bite of honeydew from it. he glanced over at the other case, and woods, and spoke quietly.

“happy easter.”

probably the most they were getting out of him.

Saint shook the box of candies at him, maybe a little awkward. "Not poison," he said quietly. "Mind if I steal a fruit?"

case was simply idly nibbling on some honeydew, when the man approached him.

“ah. thanks.” he spoke, taking one of the candies and carefully nibbling at the edges, not out of fear it was poisoned, simply to get the perfect bite.

“have at it, not much honeydew left, though.”

he gave a little gesture to the fruit bowl. woods had stolen most of the cantaloupe, and he himself had eaten almost all of the honeydew.

"No worries. Always been more of a strawberry guy anyway." Saint nabbed one of the fruit in question, popping it in his mouth. "Happy Easter."

#replaying bo6 for him only fr #<- did three playthroughs of bo6 for my king case #maybe a bit for felix too #<- ah yes my favorite stew making German

it was only then that case realized he’d never seen this particular man around before, but he shrugged it off. probably one of woods’ numerous friends.

“opposites, then. i hate strawberry.” it was the truth. after hurling up a strawberry smoothie as a child he could never quite enjoy them the same.

“happy easter.”

It was Sunday, just thirty minutes before the selected time for everybody to arrive, when Woods finally began setting everything up.

The table that normally held guns was cleared, and drug over to the center of the Rook, a ham Frank himself had cooked placed in the center, before he laid out plates (paper plates, obviously, he wasn’t doing all those dishes) and silverware, moving a few chairs so everyone could sit.

It wasn’t much, but it would work.

Checking that he still had his hunting knife and pistol on him, he sighed, kicking back his feet on a nearby desk, and waiting until the chaos started.

case simply walked up from downstairs, considering he lived in the rook.

taking a seat, he set down a mixed fruit bowl on the table, snatching a bite of honeydew from it. he glanced over at the other case, and woods, and spoke quietly.

“happy easter.”

probably the most they were getting out of him.

Saint shook the box of candies at him, maybe a little awkward. "Not poison," he said quietly. "Mind if I steal a fruit?"

#hope you dont mind me interacting #<- I would never mind fr #case is so awkward I love him

case was simply idly nibbling on some honeydew, when the man approached him.

“ah. thanks.” he spoke, taking one of the candies and carefully nibbling at the edges, not out of fear it was poisoned, simply to get the perfect bite.

“have at it, not much honeydew left, though.”

he gave a little gesture to the fruit bowl. woods had stolen most of the cantaloupe, and he himself had eaten almost all of the honeydew.

Case, how are you doing after..everything?

@ask-felixneumann

I’m trying. I still hear her sometimes, but the pills help.

I’m fine. Everything’s fine.

#case still hears her this LOSER #I need to punch him #ask case #cod ask blog #ask blog

It was Sunday, just thirty minutes before the selected time for everybody to arrive, when Woods finally began setting everything up.

The table that normally held guns was cleared, and drug over to the center of the Rook, a ham Frank himself had cooked placed in the center, before he laid out plates (paper plates, obviously, he wasn’t doing all those dishes) and silverware, moving a few chairs so everyone could sit.

It wasn’t much, but it would work.

Checking that he still had his hunting knife and pistol on him, he sighed, kicking back his feet on a nearby desk, and waiting until the chaos started.

case simply walked up from downstairs, considering he lived in the rook.

taking a seat, he set down a mixed fruit bowl on the table, snatching a bite of honeydew from it. he glanced over at the other case, and woods, and spoke quietly.

“happy easter.”

probably the most they were getting out of him.

#EASTER PARTYY

Alright, Easter’s coming up, and I gotta do something with all you shitheads.

We’re having an Easter party at the Rook, 1600 this Sunday. Everyone’s invited, when I say everyone, I fuckin’ mean everyone.

Some ground rules;

1. Everyone brings their own dish. I don’t care what the hell it is, as long as it’s edible and not poisoned.

2. If you fight anybody, I’ll laugh at you if you lose, and kick you out if you win. No buts, no cuts, no coconuts. No killing anyone, either. Save that for after the party.

3. I don’t give a shit if you bring weapons, just keep it to a pistol or knife, no explosives, full or semi-autos, you get the deal. I’d rather my house not be turned into a fucking battleground.

We’ll eat, then have an Easter egg hunt for whoever wants to join outside. Golden egg has a quarter in it, the rest are either grenades or candy, forgot what I shoved in that shit.

#his favorite food Mac cheese

i’ll be there. might bring some mac n’ cheese.

Who put that there? I'm not mad I just...who did that? I like it, it's peaceful...I'm sorry.

@ask-woods

Do you know? I'm so sorry...

…Don’t have a clue, kid.

You, uh, might wanna get some pills for that. Doesn’t seem like you’re holding up the best.

I do have pills...I just have to find them in my bag. Why do I need them?

Think the sea bunny will feel good in that aquarium as well? All locked up.

Find ‘em, then. The shit you’re pulling, talking about, it’s familiar, and not in a good way.

If you won’t help yourself, I will, and you ain’t gonna like the way I go about it.

Help myself with what?

It's not that bad, right? I haven't been aggressive in a while and the voice in my head is really quiet too. Isn't that good?

Am I missing something?

#case is being ominous #this little freak

from one case to another, take the meds. you need them.

I shouldn't be allowed to cook for myself...I don't even know what I put in that anymore. Tasted ok-ish!

#I’m so concerned what is THAT #im taken aback #shocked to my core #is that applesauce?#is it peanut butter?

what the hell is that. are you eating blended oats?

I stole a sea bunny during my trip and now I have to pay for the damages I caused. Can you provide me with money peepaw? They're going to ask you anyways...I told them you're my father.

@ask-woods

You fuckin’ what now?

I don’t have any money to pay with. You’re just gonna have to pay ‘em back in manual labor, the good old fashioned way.

I don't think they'd go with manual labor at this point. The police said I've got to sit it out and all. They want to lock me up!