farewell mr. turner
hey guys! i've never written anything like this before so it might sound incredibly awkward and possibly even underwhelming, but i just wanted to let everyone know personally that i'll be dropping caspian.
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farewell mr. turner
hey guys! i've never written anything like this before so it might sound incredibly awkward and possibly even underwhelming, but i just wanted to let everyone know personally that i'll be dropping caspian.

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Argh!
Alright when you put it that way it does sound funny.
Hopefully theyâd have a definite cure by then. [Caspian laughs, and it trails off before he thinks to introduce himself.]Â My nameâs Caspian, by the way.
Argh!
Yes. It is possible. Think itâll spread over the whole globe?
Doubt it, but itâd be pretty funny if it did. Can you imagine what our future history and health text books would say? Global epidemic: Millions sneezing rainbows and unable to walk on spontaneous jelly legs.
[at the cafeteria] || Holden & Caspian
What are you talking about.
âŚIâm a sophomore.
Oh.
All this time I thought you were a freshman.
Argh!
What if its something that gets contagious over time? Like a development or something.
[Caspian tries to think back to all the science classes heâs taken.] Is that possible? I canât remember.

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Closing Time || Open Para
Starbucks was always busy in Portland. Each and everyone of its locations was always packed from opening to closing. Costumers were always in and out, from the regulars to the once in a blue mooners. Amelie could swear she once served one thousand customers during a single shift, and while exaggerating, wasnât totally left field. It was always energetic as it was forever hip, and the people of Portland loved being trendy and overpaying for their coffee.
Today, however, unlike every other day was quieter. Not quiet because Amelie probably saw hundreds of faces during the five of her six hour shift today, but it was noticeably less than usual. She could also tell from the number of receipts that had been printing today. Slow days were rare at the Starbucks on Main and 60th Ave location. Odd for sure, but not totally unwelcome.Â
Checking the minimalist clock on the wall opposite the register, Amelie calculated that she could start closing up in forty-ish minutes if no one was here then. Her co-worker, Lo, was in the back room texting safely away from the scrutiny of the security cameras. Lo had one month over Amelie, which technically made her the senior between the two of them, and that she wouldnât be helping the redhead all that much. Not that Amelie would ever complain. She liked her job, and needed it even more.
Having been staring off into the distance for so long, Amelieâs eyes remained inactive when she heard the door open, letting a customer in. Quickly readjusting her company visor and smoothing out her green apron, she gave the usual greeting and automatic smile before registering the otherâs face, âHi, what can I get for you today?â
"A bit formal for a greeting, don't you think?" Caspian teased, briskly walking over to the counter. "And here I was, thinking we were friends." Smiling at said friend and tutee, he then reached into his back pocket for his tattered wallet. A single five dollar bill rested inside, and he pulled it out after making a side note to ask his parents for a bigger allowance. Preferably enough to buy a new wallet.
He handed over the cash and recited the only drink he knew off the top of his head. "A tall Americano with one pump of hazelnut syrup, please.â AKA the usual, AKA the only thing he ever really ordered at this overrated cafe chain.
His overall distaste for Starbucks aside, Caspian hadn't expected to see Amelie, let alone witness her work here. In truth, he wouldâve missed her if heâd just walked those extra two miles to reach the local coffee shop he liked best, but his Saturday laziness hadnât favored it. Luckily, he was in a sociable mood today, and he was quite happy to socialize. "So,â he started, allowing another smile to adorn his face, âhow are your math scores looking like nowadays?"
Argh!
Maybe its a good thing. What if its contagious?
I doubt it. If it was contagious, everyone in this school should've become sick by now, but they're not.
SOS Needed || Esme & Caspian
She stood there in shock for a few moments, surprised by what she had been able to do - she had no idea she was capable of something like that. She snapped out of it when she felt Caspian grab her, telilng her to run - definitely a good idea, Esme should probably go with that.
Despite running as fast as she possibly could (Ms. Evans, her P.E. teacher, wouldâve been proud), the monster was still nearing the pair. She definitely needed to do something about this - as Caspian suggested, another wall would be very handy at this point. Trying to create ice walls with her hands behind her back while running as fast as she could was definitely difficult - she was able to shoot some icicles at the monster, which seemed to slow it down a little, but it wasnât enough.
The monster was close to catching them - this was hopeless. In a last attempt to stop it, she turned around, screaming and pushing forward, trying to visualize something to stop the monster. She succeeded - instead of a wall this time, large icicles rose from the ground and surrounded the ghoul about three quarters of the way - there was an opening in the back, but with the fog covering everything, the ghoul didnât seem to notice it right away. She turned back around and resumed her sprintingÂ
The creature had been gaining ground in an alarming rate, and Caspian had very nearly kissed his short, teenage life goodbye. That is, until he saw Esme halting, turning around to let out a yell and summon a giant, icy cage around the monster. Caspian would've whooped if he hadn't been so out of breath, but he figured they'd have plenty of time to celebrate later, once--if?--they made it out alive.
He made sure Esme caught up before running at full speed again, seeing the blurred yet shadowy outline of the school quickly approaching. "Almost there," he choked out and willed himself not to look behind him as another thunderous roar hit his back. A series of cracks followed not long after; the ghoul must've charged its way through its temporary prison cell.
At this point, they were close enough that Caspian could make out the double doors leading to their residence hall. Almost. They had a good chance of escaping this ordeal as long as they had a few extra seconds to open the door and lock themselves inside.
"Give it one more shot, Esme," he said to her then, "The best one you have!"
Argh!
Polly eyed the boy warily but leaned forward to pat him lightly on the back. âIâve got almost everything but most prominently.â She pointed to her legs as she tried to move them. âLegs are out of order.â
Well. I certainly don't envy you. [Feeling another oncoming sneeze, Caspian pinched his nose and held his breath. When the sensation finally faded away, he spoke again.] The fact that school is still open is ridiculous. We should've all been sent home to recuperate.
SOS Needed || Esme & Caspian
Esme ran as fast as she could toward the sources of the screams - hopefully she wouldnât be too late, hopefully Caspian was still okay. She could hear she was getting close, finally able to distinguish properly what the screams were saying.
"Hey! Hey, Iâm over here!"
At this point, Esme was able to see silhouettes in the fog, she was so close.
"Are you crazy? Heâs going to-â
Esme reached the scene just in time to see the monster devour the girl she hadnât been able to recognize. She stood there, eyes wide in shock, not moving until she noticed that the monster was advancing towards Caspian.Â
"No!" Esme had no idea how she did it - she had barely been able to control her powers at all before, and she had never generated any ice at all - she only remembered thinking about how this was Caspian, who had helped her so much, and how she couldnât lose him, she couldnât. As she screamed, her hands pushed forward and a wave of ice grew from the ground, creating a wall between Caspian and the monster.
Caspian knew he needed to move before he joined the poor girl inside the ghoul's stomach, one that theoretically shouldn't have been able to hold anything. Before he could make a dash for it, however, he heard a familiar voice shouting from somewhere in the near distance. Then, before he could blink, a thick wall of ice manifested in front of him. The monster slammed into it headfirst, but the wall didn't give in.
A ferocious roar pierced the fog, and Caspian ran.
"Esme, come on!" He reached her before the monster could pick itself back up, grabbing her hand and pulling her in the direction he hoped was of the school. Behind them, the creature let out another frightening bellow and was swiftly gaining speed.
"Think you can whip out another wall?" Caspian panted out, heart thudding in his chest as he tried to breathe evenly. Fainting in the middle of running for his life seemed like a bad idea all around. "Try to slow him down as best as you can."

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Argh!
When do you think this will wear off?!
Hopefully in a few seconds because I don't know how much longer I can take-- [Caspian's sentence is cut off with an abrupt sneeze, and he takes off his face mask before throwing it away in a nearby trash bin. With one hand hovering over his face to cover whatever nasty colorful substance has shot out, he grabs a tissue from his back pocket and hurriedly wipes his nose with it.] I've gone through about a dozen masks and three times as much tissues. What's your case?
[muttering, although loud enough that itâs clear for people near to listen in on] Finally, some peace and quiet.
You can say that again.
[at the cafeteria] || Holden & Caspian
No.
I just make sure I get my daily small dose.
[Caspian merely scrutinizes him, not sure whether he should be amused by the sarcastic response or be annoyed with it. Then again, one could never be too sure that it even was sarcasm when it came to Holden.]
Anyway. The school year is halfway over. Think you've adjusted well to the whole freshman life?
You find a small red envelope in your locker with a conversation heart stuck to the front. The note inside reads "Roses are red, violets are blue. Candy is sweet, and I LOVE YOU! Happy Valentine's Day!"
Having received one Valentineâs Day gift--which was unusual enough--Caspian hadn't expected to find another one when opening his locker.
Now, the envelope is fluttering down to the ground, making Caspian blink in quick succession. He crouches down to pick it up and realizes what it is. He reads the small note, and his smile returns, brighter than ever. Placing it on top of the box of chocolates heâd received moments earlier on the top shelf of his locker, he wonders who'd left it.
Whoever it was, Caspian thinks as he closes his locker, hopefully knows that they're making spreading happiness with their thoughtful actions.
 Tied to Caspianâs locker was a small gift box with three types of delicious sweets and a card that said.  âHave a Happy Valentineâs Day! -Mikaela.âÂ
Caspian had approached his locker after second period with his eyes attached to his phone. Using his peripheral vision, he stopped when he noticed something odd about his locker. He stuffed his phone back into his pocket and finally looked up. Confused, he reached for the small box that hadnât ever been there before, opening the card attached to it first.
His lips curled into a smile. Cute, he thought. Heâd make sure to thank Mikaela the next time he saw her and maybe give her a gift of his own.

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[at the cafeteria] || Holden & Caspian
Poison.
Go on and have some if you like.
Ah, funny. And you're immune to such deadly chemicals, I'm assuming?
Paint a Picture
Name: Caspian Briar Turner Age: 18 Birthday & Starsign: June 17. Gemini. Hair Colour: Dirty blond. Eye Colour: Pale blue. Blemishes/Scars: Aside from the occasional pimple or freckle, he has none. Tattoos: None. Height: 5â8â Unique Features: Piercing blue eyes, pointy-ish ears. Nationality: American with Dutch, German, Italian, and English ancestry. Allergies: Pollen. Spirit Animal (or Person): Crow. Favourite Book: The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde (and any of by H.P. Lovecraft's works). Favourite Movie: Pan's Labyrinth. Their 3 Favourite Songs: 21 Guns by Green Day, Who Are You by The Who, and It Will Come Back by Hozier. 3 Songs That Describe Them: Hot N Cold (yes, by Katy Perry LOL), Sense by Tom Odell, and Polaroid by Imagine Dragons. Is Good At: Helping people, hunting things, the family business, observing, eavesdropping, fixing things. Is Bad At: Guessing people's true intentions, understanding some social norms, keeping in touch with friends. Turn Offs: "Normal" and boring people, crying, bad attitudes. Sexual Orientation: Demisexual. Usual Hairstyle: Click. Usual Makeup Style: N/A. Usual Clothing Type:  Lots. And. Lots. Of. Graphic. Tees. Usually In Pockets/Bag: Cellphone, wallet, Favorite Greek obol. Deity: Charon, ferryman of Zeus, son of Nyx and Erebus. Faceclaim: Dane Dehaan. Voiceclaim: Dane Dehaan. Main Deity Faceclaim: Joe Anderson. Younger Faceclaim: Jacob Hopkins. Genderbent Faceclaim: Freya Mavor or Jessica Stam. Any Other Faceclaims: Sebastian Roche as his father's FC, and Sarah Alexander as his mother's FC. #1 Fear: Drowning. #1 Aspiration: Becoming a renown abstract photographer or forensic scientist. Relationship Status: Single. 3 #gpoy TV/Movie Quotes: * "Pessimism is just a higher form of optimism. If you expect nothing from people, then you go through life being pleasantly surprised." -- The Innkeepers * "I didnât say I liked it. I said it fascinated me. There is a great difference." -- Oscar Wilde * "Hating requires caring. In which case, I couldn't possibly hate you." -- Alyson Noel
Favourite thing he/she/they has said:Â So, are you supposed to be Jack, and is that your beanstalk?