#casey 001

[writingwithbex]

@ghostofbriarwoodwrites

He’d known while he was doing it that breaking up was a mistake. Perry had thought that he was being proactive at the time, getting the heartache done and over with so that life and distance didn’t make for a messy, painful, irreparable breakup. 

When he’d landed what he’d thought was a job of a lifetime in a city several states away, it seemed unfair to ask that Casey drop everything to move away with him. She had her own business here, her brothers, her life. But Perry’s degree was going to waste, the need for an architectural engineer pretty scarce for a town that hadn’t changed since the 60’s. So, when someone made him an offer he’d had to choose. And now that it’d fallen through, he knew he’d made the wrong choice. 

Hindsight was a bitch that way. 

Holding open the door so a pack of kids could scamper out into the daylight, Perry smiled weakly at their laughing faces as he pushed into the bowling alley’s cool interior. He scanned the interior in search of a familiar head of blonde hair and sighed through his nose when he found her. Fuck, she was beautiful. Fuck. He’d fucked up. Badly. And Perry had no idea how to make it right. Pulling a deep breath into his lungs, he started in Casey’s direction and prayed she didn’t have anything within arm’s reach to lob at his head before he said what he’d come here to say. 

“Hey, Case,” he said once he was close enough, palms lifted placatingly. “Please don’t kick me out. I just need ten minutes, and then I’ll leave.”

[christiancalvino-blog1]

Anything for a Cup of Coffee Redux             @caseycalvino

Dawn was an eldritch concept by the time it finally arrived -- so much so that Chris didn’t really believe the sun existed despite it flashing in his eyes and trying to blind him through his dashboard.

The Sergeant gave a wide yawn, not bothering to cover it for any sake of decency, and scratched his stubble as he looked at the clock on his radio. Dawn was indeed real, and he was awake to meet it. Gross.

With a huff and several grunts of effort Chris sat up straighter in his cruiser and turned the keys in the ignition, grumbling along to life with the car as he began the short drive back to his apartment building. No doubt Caleb was out sleeping in someone else’s bed, if it was even a bed--high hopes, pathetic--and he would walk home to an empty apartment anyway. Unless he went to visit Casey. Casey... who might even have a pot of coffee ready.

It was the sheer desire for caffeine that fueled him onwards then, and after quickly parking the cruiser in his numbered lot, Chris found himself knocking on his sister’s door rather than his own a few floors down. They were... possibly too close of a family, for some.

With everything that had happened, Chris hadn’t taken the time to see Casey in days. Unusual -- for the pair of them to live in the same building and be the only functioning members of the Calvino clan. But Emma’s case had consumed him, body and soul. He could barely go to sleep without thinking of how she was doing, or whatever had happened to the thing that hurt her. 

And if that meant he needed to hole up at his desk and occasionally forget about dinner plans with his sister, then so be it.

[gwenbaudouin-blog]

@mr-casey

The sun had begun to set on yet another day within the confines of the hospital as people milled about in the common area and various wings. The rules in this new shelter were more slack, with eating and scavenging becoming occurrences best done on a whim. Runners and councils no longer existed within their current predicament, so there was no one to keep Gwen from carrying her blade against her waist. Always prepared for the worst, especially now that her focus no longer primarily centered on her own survival. She entered the main gathering room only to discover someone vaguely familiar occupying the space, his frame telling of a man she met barely a handful of times prior. Her body froze momentarily in anticipation, unsure of whether he had spotted her as well or if he had even been aware that she essentially left him for dead in the bombings.