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Cardboard_Spaghetti OFFLINE   Forum Posts: 137 |
Posted: Sun, 28/04/2024 03:13 (1 Month ago) |
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Casimir hummed as he walked around the studio’s lobby, snatching makeup brushes and lipsticks randomly as he paced. With a raucous smile on his face, he spotted Lysander. It was like his whole world lit up. His body, weighed down by the shackles of his crimes, felt free, like the butterflies that pranced without a care through meadows. His heart ached with desire, pumping admiration through his whole body. The lighting was perfect. Framing Lysander’s face with the golden rays. Not golden enough to even come close to him. In Casimir’s eyes, Lysander was the only one in the world who deserved anything at all. The breath in the air, the life in the water, pure existence. Fixing his hair, Casimir slowly walked towards Lysander. As he got closer, he noticed Mercymorn and smiled at her too. Although Lysander was a full four inches taller than Casimir, he leaned toward the model and gave him a flirtatious grin. “Hey Lysander~ How was your shoot? Seemed kind of stressful from the outside. Can’t believe they would even try to stress you out after you just modeled. Give the man a break!” Casimir leaned back close to Lysander, except from the other side. “You going to the dinner? I might be late, but I’ll be sure to be there if you will~” [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 25/04/2024 01:01 (1 Month ago) |
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He took another drag of his cigarette while Emil talked. "Cassie? That's a new one."At the mention of a message, he smiled sheepishly. "Did I get the message? Ehh.... So funny story, my cellphone happened to fall out of my hands accidentally into a trash can. Did I mention it was an accident? Anyway, I have plans, but if Estella's treating us, I guess they can wait." Casimir let out a sharp breath imbued with humor and wrapped his arm around Emil, who he had been approaching while he talked. "Hopefully the dinner is just some random dinner. No reason for anything important, right?" Without waiting for an answer, he continued talking, taking drags from a new cigarette here and there. "Now that I think about it... Something important is happening... I think. New something... New camerapeople? Who cares?" He dropped the cigarette and stamped the fire off of it with the tip of his shoe. Casimir tucked the pack of cigarettes into a pocket in his coat, where a lighter already lay. "Thanks Emil! See you there! Tell Estella I send hugs and thank you's!" Casimir dashed off, letting his last word last longer as he scampered away, the noice echoing throughout the spacious studio. [Read more] |
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Posted: Sun, 21/04/2024 02:53 (1 Month ago) |
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As he swerved his motorcycle onto a sidewalk, parting pedestrians and receiving the most creative swear words in the world, he ducked under scaffolding and into an alleyway. A few minutes later, he slowed to a cruise, viewing the crowd of reporters and paparazzi. Maybe a half hour later, he had begun his photoshoot. A simple suit was not of his tastes and as he was adorned with a sturdy coat with golden accents, he inhaled the smoke from his cigarette. To the exasperation of the PR team, Casimir was almost never on time, and always had a pack to smoke. The cameraman shook his head at the smell of the smoke, and just to spite him, Casimir waved the smoke in his direction and then blew a quick kiss. Once the first outfit was done, he excused himself before they could even show him the next one. He collapsed onto a couch. It wasn't like he was exhausted, it was all dramatics, but it was sort of his thing. He laid there, occasionally taking a puff on his cigarette, and thought about everything important that he had been informed of. Photoshoots, more photoshoots... Anything else? Another puff as he thought. Right. The new model. Better not take my job. His phone buzzed with the perpetual calls from his lawyers. They were always trying to cut off his wings. Casimir felt suffocated by their very existence. Every time they called, he hung up. Every time they tried to visit him, he went out for a ride. Every time they did anything, it was a delicate dance of cat and mouse, except Casimir couldn't figure out who was who. As he walked to the bathrooms, he relished the sound of his dress shoes clacking against the marbled floors. He dropped his phone into the trash can. Didn't matter, he could use one of his others. His friend owned the company, after all. The vibrating phone would be someone else's problem. The problem that Casimir was interested in was him. When he emerged back into the room, he stood on his tiptoes to see if he could spot his target, but Casimir was swept away to continue his photoshoot. [Read more] |
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Cardboard_Spaghetti OFFLINE Forum Posts: 137 |
Posted: Sat, 06/04/2024 18:56 (1 Month ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 06/04/2024 18:20 (1 Month ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 06/04/2024 18:02 (1 Month ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 05/04/2024 21:05 (1 Month ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 05/04/2024 19:09 (1 Month ago) |
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Posted: Thu, 04/04/2024 22:20 (1 Month ago) |
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Cardboard_Spaghetti OFFLINE Forum Posts: 137 |
Posted: Thu, 04/04/2024 20:06 (1 Month ago) |
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𝒞𝒜𝒮𝐼𝑀𝐼𝑅 𝒟𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝐸𝒜𝒰𝒳  25| Male| He/Him | Vincian [ Introduction ] Maybe it was the motorcycle. Perhaps the car? As soon as Casimir had turned the ripe age of sixteen and gotten his license. A whole new obsession came of. He would spend his free time browsing cars and motorcycles and then going off for spontaneous rides. But it was never enough. He fell into a cycle of buying car companies and more storage for more cars and bikes. Eventually he was absorbed into the wrong crowd. Casimir couldn't complain about it though. There were men willing to dispose of people who stood in his way of what he wanted. And he wanted everything. The ashy scent of smoke was creeping its way into the room. Outside the door, leaning on the frame, and with a cigarette perfectly placed between two fingers stood Casimir Devereaux, blissfully listening to the last breaths of his own father. And so his chains were broken. He soon became a model, a figurehead for formal fashion. But behind the curtains, he jumped from affair to affair, often missing scheduled appointments. He built a very bad reputation, but it was obvious he couldn't care less. From the managers trying to figure out where exactly he was getting his cigarettes to his colleagues trying to reach him while he was on his quest to obtain more, he slipped through the rules. That didn't mean he never got hurt. Tempted by having more, he dropped into more and more deals with shadier people, and the chains he had broken out of were placed again, this time thicker and stronger than ever. [ Appearance ] Quite an average chap, Casimir stands at a respectable 5 foot 9. When not modeling modest formal attire, he sports a leather biking outfit with bold colors in designs that snake around his arms and converge onto his back. The jackets switch for every bike he owns. If you take the time to have a stroll around New York City, wherever you see a motorcycle speeding through the streets and weaving through cars, you hear sirens. Follow the bike and you may be lucky enough to catch Casimir pull off his helmet in attempts to fix his hair, which may even look better all mussed up. Catch his eye, and you'll be catapulted into an emerald green forest with golden specks dancing to the beat of street performers and loud car radios. [ Personality ] |ENFP| Casimir's friends often tease him by telling him he's a firecracker. Surprisingly, those knuckleheads would be right with that one. Casimir often would rather not follow a schedule and do what he wants, but when he does decide to do the right thing, he does it quickly and efficiently, like an explosion. Unfortunately, taking control of his emotions, as another person, is an easy task. Tell him you have a car, or an old book that you think he may be interested in, and after a very short period of skepticism, he follows. One may think he could avoid being used by just cutting down his interactions, but to Casimir, speaking to others is a must. Most of his friends were met on the streets while they were speeding away from authorities. At formal meets, he almost makes it a goal to speak to everyone there. While speaking, he opens with an upbeat greeting and eases into comfortable talk. Once he gains another's trust, that's when the trading begins. He bargains for more of whatever his heart yearns for with an insatiable hunger. In private, he is relatively the same, speaking to as many people as he can but the most important change is probably the way he basically turns his brain off. He trusts too easily and falls victim to mind games. Casimir's social circles have often made it their personal objectives to make sure that their personal firecracker idiot didn't do anything to hurt himself while his spark was unlit. [ About: (GREED) ] More. More. And More. All Casimir can think of is how much more he can get. He would even go as far as to sell his soul to get all that he wanted. But to get all that he wanted is the most tedious task. From the most unassuming book to the largest company in the world, Casimir wants everything. Denying him anything sends him into a spiral. He wants more. Why isn't he getting more? But he always tries to collect himself and persevere with the dealings. His greed has gotten him in a lot of trouble, as proved by the unassuming scar tracing the line of his shoulder blade, but at the same time, he's gained comrades and brothers. And just like with objects, once in a while, there comes someone that Casimir falls for. Hard. Most of the time, he gets whoever it is, gets bored, and lets them go. But rejection is never not a possibility. And Casimir doesn't know what to do when he gets rejected. [ Additional Info ] Stressed or not, Casimir smokes. The modeling agency is still on the search for where he's gotten the cigarettes, but no matter what, Casimir always has a spare pack. His friends cycle through nicknames [Ulysses, High Flyer, etc], but they usually just use "Cas". [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 03/04/2024 23:49 (1 Month ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 01/03/2024 01:43 (3 Months ago) |
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He took maybe a few more seconds to decide what to do. And his decision was just to sit back down. As he watched the girl devouring the food, he just sat there idly, his eyes cast downwards. His fingers were intertwined together, squeezing the life out of each other, as he tried to recollect who this girl was. District 7, something something Weiss She seemed... alright. He definitely didn't want to fight her, but at the same time, he wasn't sure if he wanted to befriend her, or strike a deal. His ears twitched at the sound of the train door opening and he whipped his head around. Another tribute had arrived. District 2, something Konstantin something. He nodded respectfully at the tribute and turned back to the wall. He felt suffocated. Two tributes and no clear way out without talking. His hands scrabbled at the restraint around his neck, searching for any button. With a click the device fell gently into his hands. Panicked. He felt panicked. He stood abruptly and began to race to his room. If the other tributes had seen it happen, and were out to get him, they could easily tell a peacekeeper and land Casimir in hot water, before they had even reached the Capitol. [Read more] |
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Posted: Thu, 22/02/2024 04:04 (3 Months ago) |
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A train. He'd been on a train before. It was a similar time. The Capital was sending him somewhere, but this time he was going there, not being returned from it. He sat on the bed gingerly and carefully peered out the window. The locks of his hair fell in front of his eyes. That would need to be changed. After taking a breather in the room and fully digesting the whole situation, at least as far as one could, he stepped out and went to the common room. He would get to know his opponents and hopefully find someone he would be willing to be killed by. The simplicity of the common room felt oddly comforting as he collapsed into a chair. There was a rose to the side of him. It reeked of death. The stench of blood made him feel nauseous. But still, the Capital was always watching. Picking up the rose, The last petal stood, alone on the rose. He glanced up a camera, and deliberately placed the petal in his mouth. As he closed his mouth, he could taste the floral tones. Not the best meal for a Hunger Game beginning, but at least it would be a statement. Let the Capital be enraged, it wasn't like they could get a second male tribute. Cas wiped his blood off on the seat he was sitting on, watching as the color seeped through the cushions. It wouldn't matter if he lived or died, he would try to go against the Capital as much as he could. He could kill a Gamekeeper, he could sit, passive, in the Training Center, he could even kill himself. That didn't matter. As he pondered it, his fingers unconsciously went up to the metal hoop fastened around his neck. It was high-tech, and it did its job. Casimir didn't want to use his powers yet. If he somehow found a way to get the collar off before they got to the Capital, he could reroute a tree root and block the tracks. Kill everyone on the train, including him. Especially that vile Peacekeeper. Speaking of the Peacekeeper, Casimir remembered him mentioning the train compartment with the buffet. The irresistible smells of nourishment wafted through the air, almost like in a cartoon. Still, Casimir turned his head away from the compartment, and continued to watch the trees outside the train, watch them speed past him, maybe just as fast as his life was whittling away. [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 24/01/2024 19:31 (4 Months ago) |
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Uneasiness. It was always ever present in his mind, almost like a beast watching very carefully. Currently, it was screaming in his head. Waves of nausea and fear blew through his head like a typhoon wreaking havoc on pitiful huts. His muscles were tense as he saw Robin volunteer. He prayed for someone else to volunteer in his place, only for his pleading to be left unanswered. That was it. He was a tribute. Casimir Devereaux was going to die. Dizziness. He felt dizzy. Thoughts sped through his mind in a cycle of worry and grief. What was he even grieving? He didn’t know. His eyes stung but he kept his chin high. He saw the cameras pointing at him, waiting for his reaction in a corrupted glee. He glared at the cameras, a single tear slowly traveling from the corner of his eye to his chin. He grinned at the cameras and then walked calmly to a Peacemaker, waiting for instructions. Behind the confidence, he was breaking down. He had goals. He wanted to see his sister wake up. He wanted to just run away, hide forever, at least until the games were over. Why him? He wasn’t even in the academy. His heart was pounding dangerously fast. He almost worried it would burst out of his chest and lay on the ground, beating away at its short, pitiful existence. Instead of collapsing right there, he was led away into the Justice Building and locked in a room surrounded by Peacekeepers. He sat on an extravagantly ornate chair lightly. He could recognize some of the gems, keeping himself calm by reciting the process of shaping under his breath. His heart slowed down, returning to a normal pace. He trotted over to the door, staring out of the window, waiting to see if Robin would come by the hallway. She would know what to do. She was slightly bonkers, in his opinion, but she was actually trained for the games. [Read more] |
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Posted: Mon, 22/01/2024 23:39 (4 Months ago) |
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His mind wandered quickly away, as people without any worry about the Reaping laid hands on his shoulder in a comforting, tender expression. He could see a pack of Careers, the lucky ones that had been trained specifically for the task. They were all sending silent glances to him. He had spent most of his life in the factories and overall doubted his chances of winning the Games. All he had hoped was that the other would win for their district. He didn’t quite remember her name, only her family name. Robinson. Too much of a mouthful he thought. Robin would do. He stood and went to the nearby medic’s house. As he walked into the quiet, sunbathed room, he gave his little sister a quick kiss on the forehead. She didn’t move. Maybe when she finally woke up after all these months, she would see that he was gone and be thankful that there would be one less mouth to feed. It was too late to run. As he walked over to find the other District One tribute, he knew the other residents of District One could see him trembling with his head down. He could see a slight flash of dark blue hair. He called out to it. “Robin? Robinson? Whatever your name is?” [Read more] |
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Posted: Wed, 17/01/2024 23:45 (4 Months ago) |
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Posted: Mon, 15/01/2024 19:01 (4 Months ago) |
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Posted: Sat, 13/01/2024 22:49 (4 Months ago) |
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offering: [x] - shaded fullbody - willing to make a short comic as well ^^ looking for: PD examples: Participated in Secret Santa + already did a commission for you :) other: may take some time :) [Read more] |
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Posted: Sat, 13/01/2024 01:06 (4 Months ago) |
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Posted: Fri, 12/01/2024 03:19 (4 Months ago) |
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