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@ofcassandra
TREVOR ;
Trevor was definitively more used to being behind the camera than in front of it but he still smiled. He knew his costume was kinda silly but he didn’t want to stand out while in the booth and he hadn’t really planned to wear a costume this year until he offered for the carnival. “Yes, please! I haven’t seen it yet, but I think perhaps you should post something more interesting than me,” he blushed a little as he looked at the picture. It did look nice but he was never one to enjoy being in the spotlight.
CASSANDRA’S COSTUME WAS SIMPLE, she wanted to be able to move about freely && stay comfortable throughout the night. so, she was a pirate — the most annoying part of her costume being the heavy black boots she wore. cassandra waves him off with a smile && a slight shake of her head. "please, you look adorable! besides, there are a few scary ones i'll be putting up, it'll be nice to throw this one in the mix." she places the lens cover on the camera && considers him for a moment before her shoulders move in a small shrug. "unless you don't want people seeing it? i wouldn't want you to be uncomfortable having your face online."
AIDEN ;
Now Aiden didn’t know anything about the woman at his side, but it was clear she could be having some kind of day. It was a visible assumption made, considering how hastily put-together she appeared, with a certain edge of anxiety to it. Truth be told, she looked like how he felt: burdened. Plagued, even. About what, he couldn’t have any idea but, the signs and symptoms were certainly there and recognizable. Aiden might have cleaned himself up and looked a little fresher, a little more solid and presentable and together, yet he was anything but. It was merely a costume to help him fake it until he made it, as they say. If he looked okay, maybe he would eventually become okay. That was all he asked for, too. Just to be okay. Aiden didn’t think that was such a huge or unreasonable request.
The wolf glanced down at the two cookies left in his grip as she made her comment. Honestly, he might have shoved them in his mouth and chewed all at once months ago because that was just his typical uncouth behavior, but these days… Aiden was intentionally forcing himself to slow down. Even with something as simple as eating. “My luck, I would choke and die,” came the morbid response, meant to be a joke. Now that it was out, he cringed, thinking maybe that had been a little much to say. However, she then cracked a comment about not knowing CPR which allowed Aiden to relax and snort to himself. Not quite a laugh, but certainly some amusement. “Don’t worry about it – I’ve got a DNR on my file, you’d be off the hook.” It was true, too. It’d been on there for years. Aiden had always felt if something happened to him, they should just let it carry out. He had forgotten all about it, honestly. Jason probably had no idea…
Aiden lifted another cookie to his lips, taking a smaller bite this time. “Why are you carrying a box of cookies around?” he asked. It wasn’t a direct question of ‘are you okay’, because he often balked if someone pried into his own life and thoughts before he was ready to share it. But it was a version of it, a less intrusive option designed to open the door if this person felt like doing so – on their own time, in their own way.
DARK BROWS FURROW as cassandra considers the man. she does not observe to critique — she observes because she sees a sliver of herself in the stranger. while he hides better than her, cassandra recognizes a feeling reminiscent of disquietude. was he too haunted by things he felt he must atone for? were they more alike than they appeared to be — afflicted with feelings so dismal it left them on edge? perhaps cassandra was sensing something that was not there, only looking for something that would bring her comfort. the possibility that there was someone out there who felt the way she did consoles her. cassandra's face gives away nothing when he mentions the dnr. considering how young he was — he could not be much older than her, she thinks — many would be aghast to hear such a thing. unlike many, cassandra understood. she once made the difficult decision herself on the behalf of her father. cassandra stifles a scoff && picks up another cooking but does nothing more than hold it in her hand. she chooses to not provide details as to why she carried the box with her. humming softly, she turns to him, a look resembling amusement on her face, "you mean you've never carried a box of cookies around for moral support before?" she shrugs briefly before taking a bite && speaking again. "you should try it sometime. it's like seeing a shrink... but better. and cheaper, might i add." cassandra wonders if she should return the favor && ask what was so heavy on his mind that caused him to entirely ignore the fact that he sat down next to a semi-deranged woman devouring cookies. perhaps, unlike her, he would share. judging off his demeanor though, he would not. "you are the one who sat next to a stranger while there are several empty benches around. i don't mind, really, but a proper greeting would be nice next time." she offers a smile, a small one, but a smile nonetheless. "i'm cass, by the way."
CLOSED STARTER / @trevormallardi
“SMILE!” cassandra says joyfully, the atmosphere of the carnival bringing her nothing but happiness. for the first time, in a long time, she felt she could stop && breathe. everything was perfect -- from the cool, light breeze to the colorful, falling leaves. she holds the camera up to her face && snaps a quick photo of trevor, who was working the photobooth. cassandra glances at the photo she took, “oh, cute. this is getting published for sure.” she takes a few steps closer, holding the camera out to him, “do you wanna see?”
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AISLINN ;
“Hey I won’t judge,” Aislinn offered while she took a seat since it seemed open. That and the woman didn’t mind. “Sometimes we all have to treat ourselves and sometimes stress eating is the best. I stress eat tacos if that helps.” She smiled a little in a attempt to assure the other. “I’d love one.” Picking one out she took a bite and appreciated it before she gave a nod. “You’re right. It’s pretty great.”
CASSANDRA SMILES AR HER and she sits down, scooting over on the bench to make more room. "tacos sound amazing right now," she admits. while cookies were great, actual food was even better. "with lots of cheese and some lime juice," cassandra adds, now aware of the fact that she was indeed hungry. she sets the box of cookies down between them so the girl could take another if she wanted && grabs one for herself. "it's great until you eat too many cookies and give yourself a tummy ache."
— Frank Bidart, from “Half-light: Collected Poems 1965-2016; ‘Elegy’", published c. 2017.
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“when i was in high school, i thought it would be a great idea to do my own hair. i gave myself a pixie cut, bleached my hair, then dyed it green. the cut wasn't bad... the green? it was horrendous. worst thing i've ever done. i kind of wish something sad would’ve caused me to do it so i at least would’ve had an excuse but... all i have to blame it on is teenage stupidity.”
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AUSTIN ;
“Do people usually yell at you?” Austin shakes his head, “Sorry, you just seem surprise with me being nice,” he knew sometimes he was a little blunt, Austin didn’t always thought before he spoke, kinda run in the family if he was being honest. “Yeah?” Austin asks with a smile as he began to follow her, glad she was willing to help, he was a bit desperate, aside from Avery he haven’t found anyone to share the stage with, and all the places on the internet he placed adds were leading nowhere. “Well, do you wanna talk over dinner? there’s a place not too far…” he suggested, “I have 2 guitar player, and a lead singer, I need a drummer and a bass player, but people mostly want the spot light, you know? its like, either they sing or they’re out,” he tells her right way, sometimes it was hard for Austin to contain his excitement. Or stop talking, that was problem too.
"WELL — OKAY, a few people yell at me a week. it's usually older people, y'know, cursing at me for my modern thinking." cassandra admits with a shrug, stealing a glance at the boy as she leads him down the hall. she was used to having her pieces scrutinized so it didn't bother her much. if she were to let it get under her skin, she'd have to find a different career path, && that wasn't something she was interested in doing. "dinner," she repeats, briefly considering his offer before nodding. "yeah, i'd like that. i just need to grab my jacket." cassandra leads him through the door to the break room, nodding again to show she's listening as she flicks the light switch on. once the lights flicker on with a quiet hum, cassandra makes her way to the back of the room, pulling her jacket off the hook && over her shoulders. "what kind of music do you play?"
AIDEN ;
Day five, and he still wasn’t sure how he wanted to do this. It had to happen eventually. Every day he waited, the higher the chances were that he would be found out. And he didn’t want to be discovered just hiding from him. But Aiden was definitely struggling with how he was going to just waltz back into someone’s life after pretty much telling them I’m leaving and probably not coming back, and never made any attempts to ask them to come with him, either. It didn’t matter that he’d been spooked by the authorities – it’d been a rash, in the moment decision that he’d made on his own, knowing full well it would do nothing but cause more harm. In the end, he wasn’t sure there would have been a way for it not to cause harm. It could have been done better, though.
Wasn’t that the issue with him though, always? That he needed to do better. And routinely, consistently, failed to meet potential.
Stress, uncertainty, and miserableness were nothing new to Aiden Morgan. The man seemed to carry this terrible luck with him throughout life. He single-handedly managed to ruin everything in it, all the time. Every time. Without fail. He was just a god damn disappointment. He hated that these thoughts and feelings had been slowly receding and now they were back, in full force. He’d needed the ring a lot sooner than the full moon this time. It took a moment before he realized the path he was on – not for the first time since being back, either – and Aiden cursed, suddenly plopping his bottom on the bench besides the other person without further thought. Because he wasn’t ready. “What?” his brows furrowed, the question coming out a bit more roughly than intended as he gave the woman a quick side-look, rubbing a hand over his anxiety-ridden features. “Oh,” now his gaze dropped to the cookies in her lap as he caught up to what was said, “no… thanks..” Aiden continued to stare at the cookies. “On second thought–” He suddenly snatched up three all at once and shoved one into his mouth, thinking maybe she did have a point. Maybe eating something would quell that queasy emotion inside.
THE STRESS CASSANDRA WAS FEELING was nothing new — in fact, it was a feeling she was all too familiar with. as of late, though, she found it increasingly difficult to push the feeling aside && get through the day. between work deadlines that needed to be met && her mother's slipping mind, cassandra felt that she was being pulled in all different directions && had so little left of herself to spare. she was, in essence, wearing herself thin. working at hollow's creek chronicle was more demanding than she anticipated && cassandra is an assiduous journalist; she pores over every line && every word to ensure that each op-ed && article she writes is beyond substantive. then, there was the matter of her mother. her darling mother whose dementia was rapidly deteriorating her mental state. her darling mother who was no longer herself. though it was still safe for cassandra to leave her mother alone for hours at a time, the worry that something would happen to her was always on her mind eating away at her ability to think. that was the reason why she sat alone on a park bench shoveling cookies into her mouth. it was her way of coping when the stress became too much && she would be the first to admit that it wasn't the best coping mechanism one could come up with.
when the stranger suddenly sits beside her, cassandra scoots over to the far left of the bench to allow some space between them. she was stressed && on edge, && before she realized what she was doing, she had offered him cookies. it was embarrassing — no, it was mortifying. she was chewing && speaking at the same time, words mumbled. it was no wonder he responded so harshly at first. cassandra must have looked strange && mawkish: her hair messily sitting atop her head in a bun, eyes heavy with desolation, && a family-sized box of cookies on her lap. then, as suddenly as he sat down, he stole — or rather, accepted — three cookies from the box she held out to him. she eyes the man curiously before placing the box between them in case he too found comfort in eating. "for a second there i thought you might eat all three at once," cassandra says, eyebrows raised as she glances over. it occurs to her that the stranger beside her might also be having a difficult day, && this is something she finds the tiniest bit of comfort in. strangely enough, it was nice to know the word wasn’t out to get her specifically. "but i'm glad you didn't because i don't know cpr." it's meant to be a joke but there's truth in her words. had he chosen to eat three at once and choked — she would have freaked out, called 911, then added another event to her mental list of 'why today absolutely sucks ass'.
GILMORE ;
Gilmore blinks.” I was not paying attention.” They admit to her, Death had far more concerns than someone enjoying cookies in the park, it was her business not theirs.” Thank you.” They did take a cookie, an offer of food was always welcomed” Why are you stressed?”
HER BROWS RAISE AT THE CONFESSION, && while she didn't blame them, their bluntness was certainly unexpected. "that's... fair," she nods, understanding that not everyone listens to random strangers at the park. the stranger surprised her further when they asked why she was stressed. they went from not listening to asking possibly invasive questions. "work, family — you know, the same things that stress everyone out."
COLTON ;
Colton sighed as he pulled his coat on as he stepped outside. He sighed as he rubbed a hand over his face as he adjusted his footing. Gripping his crutch tightly. He smiled as he saw the person stopping near by. “I was about head home, but if you are up for it. We can go and get dinner or something.”
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CASSANDRA RETURNS THE SMILE, nodding her head enthusiastically. at the same time, her stomach growled loudly, causing her to laugh. "yes, yes let's get dinner before my stomach growls again." she planned on eating alone, as she usually does, but having the company of a friend was far better than sitting in silence. "i don't think i've eaten today if i'm being honest."
OPEN STARTER / @hollowscreekstarters
CASSANDRA SAT WITH HER LEGS CROSSED on the park bench, an opened box of cookies on her lap. she was in the middle of devouring her third one when she noticed someone approaching her. "this is not what it looks like," she says, quickly swallowing the rest of the cookie. "okay, it's exactly what it looks like. there's nothing wrong with stress eating, though." cassandra shrugs, holding the box out to the other. "want one?"