CALEB

[frostythehitman]

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w0, monday

[frostythehitman]

[ standing on the terrace overlooking the pool, wearing a more typical outfit (sans mask). He's got his arms folded looking like he's very disappointed in the pool, young man. ]

[katzepaw]

[i was hoping for loincloth.

he is wearing just a super dirty coat that is not meant for this weather.]

Problem with the pool...?

[frostythehitman]

Can't exactly make use of it with no swimsuits. It's kind of a waste.

w0, friday

[frostythehitman]

[ we are at the council where will's body was found! Bucky is sitting against a rotting ship wall with a bottle of whiskey beside him, looking like shit. some holes may have been punched into the wall. ]

[katzepaw]

[he strides in silently, just observing the area, hunched a little but a burning rage in his expression. he does not acknowledge bucky sitting there.]

[frostythehitman]

[ huffs a little as he spots caleb entering the area ] Yeah, that about sums it up.

w0, sunday

[frostythehitman]

[ it feels like all he's done this weekend is drink but here we are at the bar again ]

...I guess now we know what being 'removed from the show' means. Or, 'cancelled,' I guess.

[katzepaw]

Yes. It was never going to be anything but more death.

[frostythehitman]

It's starting to feel less like we're the cast of a reality show and more like we're gladiators.

week 2, monday

[katzepaw]

[caleb can be found monday morning at the aquarium, watching the strange fruit fish float by.]

[frostythehitman]

[ Bucky is here too, holding Alpine in his arms to let her be Enriched by the sight of all the fishies ]

Better than the "seaman" exhibit, at least, right?

w2, friday

[frostythehitman]

[ guess who is punching the sparring dummies in the workshop!!! it's this big dumb meathead

he grumbles a "goddamn it" or a "fuck" every once in a while between generic punch grunts ]

[katzepaw]

[oh boy...]

Another death. Your team, this time.

[still has cat ears.]

w2, saturday

[frostythehitman]

[ we're back at it again in the titty typhoon, lads. bucky's flesh hand has been bandaged up from the bite and is now being used to hold up a glass of vodka to his lips ]

Christ. What a shitshow.

[katzepaw]

Did you have any inkling she was that way?

[jesus christ. he has cleaned up and he will have a drink, too.]

w3, monday

[frostythehitman]

[ hey there, having a nice day? enjoying a stroll through the meadowwoods? good, good.

anyway, enjoy a trap door dropping you straight into this mess! ]

[katzepaw]

[hell yeah hell yeah hell yeah. we are dropped into the trapdoor and caleb absorbs this, the confusion, the need to escape but inability to conceptualize it, and in between all of the violence. to stop being a person and to start being a weapon only, but to still maintain inside your mind a piece of yourself that wants out.

he takes a deep, shaky breath.]

Oh, boy.

week 4, saturday

[katzepaw]

[he's somewhere. void. just violently bad emotions. just a nasty cloud of anger.]

[frostythehitman]

[ spots him and his cloud of bad vibes, and leaves.

returns with two bottles of whiskey. ]

You look like you could use some of this.

week 5, monday

[katzepaw]

[stands outside the kentacohut wearing cat ears. looks at the no twinks allowed sign. looks at bucky.]

Your kind of place?

[frostythehitman]

[ well. i guess this happens after his whole kentacohut freakout.

he just drags a hand down his face and groans. ]

week 6; saturday

[katzepaw]

[just burnt out on his own somewhere, with a drink of his own this time.]

[frostythehitman]

[ fucking mood. absolutely chugs his drink before pausing and refilling ]

...is it better or worse that we found one of the killers?

week 7, monday

[katzepaw]

Hello, friend.

[bestie.]

Relieved to see everyone?

[frostythehitman]

[ nods to him in acknowledgement ] Best friend.

Everyone's in better spirits than I expected. It's...nice.