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dmboogie
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January 21st, 2016, 2:45 am #1

((Cass: from Hot Problems))

Cass had felt a creeping emptiness, a fog obscuring the world around them, an absence of sadness or any other emotion to fill their head. Staring blankly at the homework in front of them, idly going through the motions of clicking through their social media while their 'I'll start working in ten minutes" turned to thirty minutes turned to hours, all the while feeling useless and guilty for wasting their time but feeling too numb to do anything about it.

After an eternity, when it finally became too much to bear, Cass forced themself up. Forced themself to grab their sketchbook; relying on pure inertia to keep moving. Forced themself to leave their room and get out of the house, forced a "Going for a walk, be back soon" at their parents; unable to bear the thought of hearing worried voices or feeling concerned gazes crawling across their skin.

The walk was a blur of motion and memory, disassociating from the present and relying on the well-carved path they had trod so many times in the past. The park always brought comfort to Cass whenever they were numb or panicking or otherwise an anxious wreck, the perfect blend of isolation and population. The park benches were scattered randomly about, making it easy to find a secluded place; while at the same time being a popular enough destination that there was almost always someone around to serve as a reminder that Cass existed, that they weren't alone in the world.

Cass began to sketch their surroundings, losing themself in the pure mechanical motions of art. There was no need to worry about a story or design, it was enough to just translate the beauty around them to paper. Slowly, feeling began to flow back into Cass's body, and the void inside them was replaced with a reassuring calm. They closed their eyes. Inhaled. Exhaled. Repeated until they could feel their heart beating, confirming that they were still here, that they had survived another day.

Creation was one hell of a drug. Cass would return to their neglected work with a new vigor once they returned, but for now they would stay in the park and sketch a while, reflecting on how lucky they were to be alive right then.
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Asha Sur: GIRL 018, armed with a TASER. "Let's all embrace nihilism and be nice!"
Cass Prince: HUMAN 001, armed with a MOP. "It's all falling apart, isn't it? We're unravelling."
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Harold Porter: BOY 034, armed with a COFFEE POT. "Hey - none of this... none of this is your fault, alright?" Messed up. Plain and simple.

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Daniel Whitten: BOY 074, armed with an INDIANA JONES REPLICA WHIP. "Oh, hey, sorry. Didn't think there was anyone else-" Died early.
Alice Gilman: GIRL 064, armed with a ROTATO. "Just... Just wanted you to drop the gun. Thought you were gonna shoot." Died stupidly.
Michael Mitchellson:BOY 019, armed with a FUCKING AUTOMATIC SHOTGUN. Died a failure.

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Michael Mitchellson

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Polibyss
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Joined: December 5th, 2008, 10:19 pm

January 23rd, 2016, 9:41 am #2

((Start))

David had finished all of his homework with time to spare, so he decided to go for a jog. It was important to stay in shape, after all, and infrequent hikes just weren't enough. David considered Liberty Park to be the best place for his jogging: the scenery was very nice to look at, and the quiet atmosphere usually meant that there wouldn't be anything to distract him from his exercise. There were always to many exciting things going on in Sumac, too many people. David could hardly stay determined on solo exercise in that environment.

Of course, distractions could show up anywhere, even in Liberty Park. David found one has he turned a corner: a girl from his school was sitting on a bench, writing in a notebook. He knew her name. Cass. Cass... something. David was sure he knew at least the first name of everyone in his grade. However, in Cass's case he didn't know much beyond that. She was the quite type: maybe shy, or maybe just a loner. David must have spoken to her before, but he couldn't remember any substantial interaction. This would be a good opportunity to fix that.

"Hey! Cass, right?" David called as he jogged towards the bench. He put on his friendliest smile, as he always did when talking to someone new. Of course, you didn't go up to near-strangers in a park without something to break the ice. David was deciding between "Great day out, huh?" and "This is a really nice place, isn't it?" when he caught a glimpse of Cass's notebook.

It turned out she was drawing, not writing. She was sketching the area around them, and very well, too. David wished he could draw. Unfortunately, he was only gifted with the ability to draw stick figures. He remembered trying to improve once, but he didn't stick with it. There were always many things that interested him, and drawing was just one of those things that never panned out.

"Oh, wow, this is really good." David turned his head to the side and leaned in closer to get a better view. "You must do this all the time, huh? I wish I had a sort of talent like that."
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dmboogie
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January 28th, 2016, 3:01 am #3

Shit.

Cass's hand froze mid pencil-stroke, their tentative peace shattered as David called out to them. Cass had imagined themself as if they were miles away and merely staring out a window at the world around them, safe and distant. These thoughts were replaced with a panicked flurry as they tried to remember where they knew David from, which turned into guilt as Cass realized that they had practically no idea who the newcomer was besides a classmate.

They must have talked at some point, Cass couldn't even remember his name but he knew theirs, and not caring enough about someone to remember the most basic of facts about them was one of the worst insults imaginable. Cass knew all too well what it felt like to be thought of as "forgettable" (even if only inside your own head).

Cass mumbled a greeting as David drew closer to their bench, utilizing every ounce of their self control in order to refrain from flinching as he leaned in closer to get a look at their sketchbook. They stared blankly at the art that seemed almost foreign to them as David launched a salvo of generic non-artist compliments. The sketch had been nothing but mechanical motion leaning upon techniques they had practiced hundreds of times. It had taken no thought, no artistic vision, there wasn't an ounce of emotion to be found in it. To Cass, it seemed as sterile as the portraits hung on the walls of cheap hotel rooms.

"Um. Yeah. Thanks." Cass managed. "It's nothing special. I just, uh, do it a lot. Y'know?" Cass wasn't anywhere near willing to get into the "the concept of talent is bullshit, you'd be good at art too if you drew almost every single day for years and years and filled up whole bookshelves of notebooks and wore every pencil you owned down to the nub" argument with a complete stranger.
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Asha Sur: GIRL 018, armed with a TASER. "Let's all embrace nihilism and be nice!"
Cass Prince: HUMAN 001, armed with a MOP. "It's all falling apart, isn't it? We're unravelling."
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V6
Harold Porter: BOY 034, armed with a COFFEE POT. "Hey - none of this... none of this is your fault, alright?" Messed up. Plain and simple.

V5
Daniel Whitten: BOY 074, armed with an INDIANA JONES REPLICA WHIP. "Oh, hey, sorry. Didn't think there was anyone else-" Died early.
Alice Gilman: GIRL 064, armed with a ROTATO. "Just... Just wanted you to drop the gun. Thought you were gonna shoot." Died stupidly.
Michael Mitchellson:BOY 019, armed with a FUCKING AUTOMATIC SHOTGUN. Died a failure.

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Daniel Whitten

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Michael Mitchellson

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Alice Gilman


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dmboogie
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July 9th, 2016, 6:07 am #4

Whatever happened next, none of it mattered. Everything would slip from Cass's memory across the following days. Presumably, the same thing would happen to David as well.

((Cass: gone to pay tribute to impermanence elsewhere.))
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Asha Sur: GIRL 018, armed with a TASER. "Let's all embrace nihilism and be nice!"
Cass Prince: HUMAN 001, armed with a MOP. "It's all falling apart, isn't it? We're unravelling."
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V6
Harold Porter: BOY 034, armed with a COFFEE POT. "Hey - none of this... none of this is your fault, alright?" Messed up. Plain and simple.

V5
Daniel Whitten: BOY 074, armed with an INDIANA JONES REPLICA WHIP. "Oh, hey, sorry. Didn't think there was anyone else-" Died early.
Alice Gilman: GIRL 064, armed with a ROTATO. "Just... Just wanted you to drop the gun. Thought you were gonna shoot." Died stupidly.
Michael Mitchellson:BOY 019, armed with a FUCKING AUTOMATIC SHOTGUN. Died a failure.

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Daniel Whitten

By Violent-Medic

Michael Mitchellson

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Alice Gilman


By TurtleTyrant

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