" cassidy! hey. " dani runs over to give him a light hug. it was late night and when it came to the late nights dani craved one of two things: sweets or a night out but unfortunately with the latest news of in rift valley, she doesn't quite feel like going out for a party. sweets it was. sweets and a lot of thinking along the way. " strawberry huh? you got good taste. " strawberry was one of her favorite flavors. strawberry cake, strawberry milkshakes, hell she'd take strawberry gum over mint anyway of the week. " hang tight and i'll go grab one, yeah? " dani walks into the establishment while looking over the other desserts just looming over her, calling and even beckoning. don't eat too much sweets, you'll make yourself sick her mother's words ring in her ears. she retrieves an extra fork from one of the staff members, meeting cassidy back outside. " alright, done. " she smiles as she takes a seat across from him. " so what are you doing out here at ten at night? don't you know there's a serial killer loose? " she quirks a brow. " something on your mind or is it really just the sweet tooth? "
"no nothing on my mind, dani. just feeling a little sweet tooth right now." he knew there was a killer on the loose, but cassidy wasn't used to being home at this hour. "they have me on a day shift for a few weeks while someone's on vacation. so i'm not really used to being home. but thankfully they should be back soon." cassidy shrugs his shoulders at the mention of the serial killer. "i know. but i've spent most of my life since the accident hiding in fear. i rather not be scared and just..." he shrugs his shoulders, taking a bite of his cake. live my life that i got. even though its not..." he shakes his head, realizing that his explanation as to why he's out this late was turning into a something on his mind. "i gotta ask now, why are you out here this late?"
" i don't care what you did or didn't do, that's— no. " he shakes his head. he meant those words, he didn't care. it didn't give anyone the right to do something as fucked up as what those kids were doing when he got here. " it doesn't give anyone the right. " he hasn't talked to this guy for more than five minutes to read he's just accepted it and kai wasn't in agreement. " yeah, no problem. " he gets up to leave when he hears him speak once more. " i was fixing to head to the late night bakery if you'd like to join me. " he finally answers him after thinking on his question for a minute. " but first— i'm kai. " he holds out a hand as if he's welcoming a new friend into his life.
"you're right. you're right." he shakes his head, looking at the other. cassidy didn't really know how to take the words that were said. but he does agree that it shouldn't have never happened and it wasn't his fault. he was simply trying to live his life. "yea, i would really like that. it could always go for something sweet." cassie had a big sweet tooth. he hasn't really eaten since lunch. it wasn't really food, but he was hungry enough to not care. "thanks for the invite. it's nice to meet you, kai." cassidy reaches out his hand and shakes the other's. "i'm cassidy or cassie for short. i appreciate all that you did."
closed starter: ryker & cassidy ( @wrldbrns )
location: the break room
when: sometime after 9:00 pm
"god. i'm so nervous, man. i haven't been up on the stage in such a long time. the crowd is bigger than i've ever seen it. i only have a few cover songs, which i honestly hope they like." cassidy sits at a table close to the stage. it's open mic night and he put his name on the list. he can't remember the last time he decided to actually get on a stage again. there had been a few times after his accident, but those didn't count. at least that's what he told himself because on those nights, he mostly ended up leaving during a set due to stage fright or fear that he'll be laughed at. "thanks for joining me tonight, ryker. i really appreciate it and love having a friend here. i can use all the support."
closed starter: cassidy & any of your muses ( @cstlavietes )
location: the rolling pin
time: a little after 10 pm.
cassidy rests the cake on his lap. he tried to wheel himself home to eat eat it, but it kept on threatening to fall off his lap. which leads him to staying outside the bakery and taking a bite of the cake with the fork the staff gave him. "they only had a cake meant for two people. it's strawberry cake with white frosting. would you like to share it with me? i got a deep craving for something sweet," he speaks to the person who comes up to the bakery before going inside. "might as well share a cake instead making a new purchase. all we need is an extra fork." he knows he can eat it on his own, but clearly he doesn't want to.
"Do not be ridiculous, I am not your friend," he snaps, straightening at once, reclaiming composure with visible effort. The concern is almost more offensive than the attention itself. Christian watched him with the same wary patience one might extend to an overexcited retriever; the stranger possessed the draining energy of a person who believed every problem required immediate emotional involvement. "I'm tired, not terminal." A beat. "And who exactly are you?" To think you'd get more attention than me?"
"Fine not a friend and definitely not friend shaped," Cassie says, hands going up in the air. He pushes his wheels slightly so that he backs up from the other man. He was simply trying to help the other. It's practically his job. A job that he did well. He tends to forget that some situations don't need his help. Mostly those were social ones that he was clueless about. "Well you're acting dramatic. How the fuck was I supposed to know?" Cassidy asks, eyes rolling heavily. "We're all a little tired, dude." He snorts at the fact that this guy thinks he doesn't get as much attention as himself. "I'm Cassidy. And sometimes being disabled gets me unwanted attention," he tells him gesturing towards himself and his wheelchair.
"of course! i'm just happy i was able to get you out, babes. you're way too pretty to be stuck working all the time.” nico loved exploring and even more when he had good company. what he loved even more to get others out too. he looked over in cass’s direction, smiling brightly as ever. it hit him then that he hadn’t actually been out with a friend in a while, and perhaps what hit him the hardest was….they didn’t have to worry about who saw them together. it was a breath of fresh air. “i’m glad i picked a good spot. what do you think you’re more excited to see while we are here? we can head there first and work our way like that.”
"oh...you think i'm pretty?" he has to look down to hopefully hide the slight blush that easily makes his face flush. it's been a while since he last heard anyone tell him something like that. he's always told that he needs to get out more. but pretty? that was a first in months. "but i love my job and i love working." he knows that he needs to escape his home and work. he can't let himself go crazy there. his parents try to get him out of the house all the time. they just haven't been successful. it was nice to just have a normal day with nico. "you really did pick a perfect spot. oh! i'd really love to see the jellyfish. i haven't been over there in a while. i miss seeing them and imagining jumping off of them even though we can't." he laughs slightly, feeling like he did the first time he saw finding dory. "are jellyfish okay with you?"
Head down, face covered. No one seems to notice him, and yet--
"No, no, please--" A dismissive hand wave towards the first person who makes eye contact. Immediately, Christian thinks he is about to be swarmed by fans. "Do not make a scene. I am not in the mood." For signatures, to be recognised. "I have had the most exhausting day you could possibly imagine, so please."
"well i think people will pay attention more to me than you, friend." spencer says, coming up to the stranger. it was in his gut instinct to evaulate the sitution and see how he could possibly help. it was that first responsder mindset that he mastered after so many years. "i won't make a scene, stranger. i just checking on you. see if you're okay. that's all." spencer isn't sure if he should touch the other man, so he keeps his hands to himself. "is everything alright? wait no. of course not. don't answer that." there's a pause as he tries to think of what he should say next. "can i help you with anything?"
there was still something so wrong about the whole thing. no matter how young you were, how could you look at someone visually weaker than you and strike? yes, they were kids, unjustly cruel but it gives you a seventy five percent chance of an idea what they'd be like as adults which... wasn't a flattering picture for them. " yeah, i bet. you sure you're good? " he asks once again. sympathetic to what he'd witnessed — and help cut loose. if only it was his presence that helped, it still helped. " sorry that happened to you. hopefully that doesn't happen often. "
“Yea…I’m good. I’m okay.” Was he really? As the world around him started to finally stop spinning, Cassie did wonder if he was ok. Nothing had ever happened to him like that before. Somehow it felt like it was his own fault. “Uhh…thanks man. No, no it doesn’t. I…um rolled over one of their foots so they got revenge. I guess.” He shrugs his shoulders, pushing himself slightly away from the table he was in front of. “It doesn’t happen the often. It was just an accident caused by me that set them off. I’m good. I promise.” He needed to get going, but he was nervous that they were waiting for him. Ready to attack once more. “Thank you for helping out. I appreciate. Not many people would and I’d probably just be filmed and later posted online somewhere.” That’s the last thing he wanted. “Um…can I get you anything as a way to say thanks?”
(joe keery, cis male, he/him) Someone said they saw [CASSIDY WHITLOCK] around Rift Valley the night of Miles Logan’s murder. People are wondering if they had something to do with it. The [34] year old claims to be [WAS ON HIS WAY TO PACIFIC COAST HOSPITAL FOR PHYSICAL THERPHY] at the time of the murder. They are said to be [CHARMING], which can play to their innocence until you consider they are also [PARANOID]. But who knows if they are telling the truth? Rumor has it, they [ARE NOT] a witness in the investigation. Regardless, the [CIVILIAN] who happens to be the [911 OPERATOR/NO AFFILIATION] is a suspect, but so is everyone else.
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name: cassidy eugene whitlock
nicknames: cassie, cass, whitty
age & birthday: thirty-four, april 25th
birthplace & current location: oceanside, california
gender & pronouns: cis male, he/him/his
orientation: homosexual
hobbies: playing music, writing songs, listening to music, going to the aquarium, wheeling on the beach, whale watching, knitting, sewing, watching movies.
tattoos: he has a music symbol on his right wrist, a comedy & tragedy mask on his left wrist, a rainbow heart on his ankle, and a small spaceman that he got with his siblings.
piercings: no piercings
relationship status: single
biography;
TW: Car accident, death
Cassidy grew up in Oceanside. He was one that always wanted to leave and had a good chance to do just that. But life hit him hard at the end of high school and set him back a mile of ever being able to leave. He’s the youngest son of three siblings. All having grown up with the same parents, the same house he lives in now, and all being a close knit family. He needed his siblings and many times they proved they needed Cassidy. He’s always been good at music and even formed his own one man band in high school. His family knew Cassidy was talented and encouraged him to seek out his dreams. And he was. Having applied to colleges out of state and in state for music so he could fulfill his passion. He was on his way to UCLA with a full ride scholarship. But life laughed in his face and told him no.
The night of his high school graduation, Cassidy got into harsh car crash. He wasn’t drunk driving and was the passenger. The other driver was drunk and came out of no where as the car he was in took its turn through the intersection; hitting the driver’s side and killing his boyfriend at that time. When he woke up, Cassidy was still in the car with blurry visions of this trying to help him out screaming at numb ears. He doesn’t know how he got out of the car, but he knew that he survived after waking up again in the hospital. It was then that he was told his boyfriend had passed. It broke his heart and sent him into a fury of pain. On that night despite how worst it could be already, he was tested from movement in his legs and it was found out that he was paralyzed waist down.
His life changed drastically. He knew he could still go to UCLA, but with the healing he needed to do and the lack of time to find accommodations, he decided it was best to not leave and stay close to his family instead. So that’s what he did. He stayed in his home town where it was safe and where his family was. Cassidy did get a BA and Masters degree in music like he had planned to do. It wasn’t the college he wanted to attend, but it was one that helped him realize he still wants to follow his dreams. He isn’t sure about the touring, but if it’s ever manageable, he’ll do it. He didn’t let the accident set him back too much. His family were happy he wasn’t leaving after all, but didn’t really want to show it. If he was honest with himself, Cassie is definitely happy that he ended up having to stay instead of chasing a dream in Los Angeles that could’ve failed.
Currently, Cassie works as a 911 dispatcher. He has the credentials to teach at the college, but he decided not to for now. He enjoys the two jobs he has and glad he makes his own income. Cassidy finds it easier to live with his parents instead of trying to find his own home. They already updated their family home to accommodate his wheelchair. It’s just easier to stay with family and where he feels safe. Cassidy’s happy with his life and is just vibing as he goes along. But recently he’s discovered that there’s a possibility he can learn to walk again and he’s working hard to make it happen. He’s just happy he’s still alive.
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