rage among us.

The force behind his hand was minuscule compared to what it might have usually been, the rowdy kid within his grasp; the scruff of his jacket curled tightly within Kolt’s grip as he drew them far enough away from the gate that he wouldn’t have to worry about him getting past a second time. It was rough — maybe, a little bit, but the shove that cast him in the opposite direction and the lowly scowl that settled in on his features told him to beat it — or try again later, on someone elses shift. The last thing he wanted was some kid being caught up and landing himself in hot water with the council for trying to push boundaries, that wasn’t what they were about. “I swear, I’ve spent more time stopping people from doin’ dumb shit today than I have any other day.” Given, their freedom was being stripped away, what little of it they already had. “Tell ‘em they can’t, and it’s all they’ll wanna’ do.” He sighed roughly, arms crossing over his chest as he settled in against the heels of his boots. “You’re not gonna’ try it are you?”

As the man’s words directed his way, however, Cass froze for a second. Being cramped up in the lab, regular conversations had been somewhat scarce. “Oh, no--- Just uh, taking a walk is all.” He waved it off, though truth be told his taking a walk was more of a walking it off. 

Whispers had surrounded the lab since the break of dawn, right when he walked in. Rumors scattered around like dust, and Cassian just couldn’t get a moment of silence. It was aggitating, bringing him to his last nerve before he might explode--- but he caught it. He gripped his anger tight and walked it right out the door. Now, did the trashcan outside escape his wrath ? No, no it did not. 

“So, I’d say it’s been a tough morning, yeah?” Perhaps distracting himself would help, seeing as spoken word and hand written letters is all they had now. Like someone actually kept paper around. 

clinking chains dangling from unzipped jackets, messy blond hair found tight in a bun, clean fingernails, husky laughter, lab coats littered with singe marks, risks that taunt and tattle, crimson red against pale white, gold chain wrapped loosely around his wrist, an image inside worthy of only two pairs of eyes, loyalty that will never die, melted skin morphed on strong forearms.

Raised in a home split between tragedy and overwhelming love, Cassian argues with what family truly is. He was a miracle baby, born as a second child to a woman who was said to not be able to bear any more. A seemingly happy family, given the beautiful gift of life, was struck down once more with tragedy. Cassian’s father was found dead in his office not too long after he was born, and in result, he was cut short from that relationship. From there on out, it was just Dawson and Cassian, two against the world, their mother a sour shell left in the background. With the lack of a real mother figure and a father in his life, he found anger as a solice through the chaos.

It near his 19th birthday that Cassian truly unleashed the fury that had subsided within him. His mother had dared to call him a miracle baby after resenting him for nearly two years, and Cassian snapped. He fell into a fit of rage, screaming at his mother with every fiber of hatred in his body. His sister raised him, his sister had been a better mother to him than she could or would ever be. When he was done, he packed a small bag and moved out almost immediately, ceasing contact with his mother and growing closer to his sister. Since, he took his childhood love of science and turned it into a profession, ranking top in his finishing class and gaining his dream job. Science was the opposite of everything his mother believed in, and yet, it was a mirror image. His anger has subsided a bit, but with his mother back in the hospital and not long left to live, he can feel it bubbling up once more.

practically raised by his older sister, dawson

his dad died not too long after he was born, pronounced a miracle baby since everyone thought his mother could no longer bare children

not too long after his dad’s death, his mother became withdrawn, sour, not as motherly as she should have been 

cassian sees his life with no actual parents to guide him, just him and his sister against the world

he grew up loving science, as it was everything his mother didn’t believe in

he was never close with his mother, and as he saw the other students in his school, their bonds with their mothers, he became upset and frustrated. he began throwing terrible tantrums, even at a young age, and as he grew, the tantrums turned into full out fits of rage

his anger calmed a bit over the years, subsiding to frustrated grunts and the rare explosion of rage

nearing his 19th birthday, he snapped on his mother. she had called him a miracle, just as his sister had a million times before, but coming from her lips struck a chord inside him, reawakening his childhood anger and giving it a new fuel

he walked out of the house that day, packing a bag and moving out. he hasn’t talked to his mother since, but still keeps in close contact with his sister, moving into an apartment just down the street

cassian and dawson have a very close bond, being as it was them against the world, and while cassian nags on her for her over protectiveness, he loves that she cares so much and he cherishes every ounce of affection she gives him. she’s the last bit of family he has left, as his mother isn’t even on the list anymore

he took his childhood love of science and turned it into a profession, becoming a scientist and ranking top in his graduate class

he has a burn scar on his right forearm and wrist from a chemical accident in the lab when he was 22, looks a little like THIS ( warning, this is just fx makeup, but does look real and slightly gruesome, so click at your own risk ! )

he earned the scar from his own rage, failing on yet another formula and, in frustration, he swung at the table and caused part of the acid to spill onto his arm. he isn’t entirely ashamed of it, and often doesnt try to hide it, but may be weary when talking about it or if someone new notices it

his mother is sick, and now, all that anger that had been slowly releasing over the years, is about to bubble over

wanted connections. (there’s a lot, oops)

It had been a few hours, giving Cassian the time to sink into his new reality, that they were locked in and communications had been cut. No one had seen this coming--- Sure, there were rumors that the Council had been spying on the citizens a bit more than they had let on, but cutting them completely ? Something bad had to have happened. 

A voice perked up beside him, and Cass had to stop his hand from jumping in sudden reflex, a soft exhale as his eyes cast their way. “ Surprised there aren’t more people here. “ He shrugged, taking a sip of his first permitted drink. If they were going to hold them all captive, the least they could do was offer an extra beer. 

“ Bored ? “ The man inquired, blond hair falling in his eyes as he took yet another gulp. In all honesty, with the wilds unattainable, tv’s disabled and their messages now nonexistent, this place seemed to be the best source of entertainment around.

Safiya had planted her feet in the vicinity of the gates, arms crossed and eyes never living the two big doors separating her from the Wilds. The hunter began wondering about what could have happened to cause the Council to take those types of measures —– had it been on the outside or on the inside? Safi drew in a long and sharp breath before she exhaled. Disembodied footsteps lured her out from within her own thoughts and, again, without thinking or even looking at who she was speaking to, the young woman finally broke her silence.

“What do you think happened?” Safiya asked, her longing gaze never leaving the closed gates.

He chose to go see the truth for himself, basing his entire life on fact instead of speculation, and upon seeing the gates closed tight with no sign of opening anytime soon, he couldn’t help but stand in awe. Disbelief, more like. 

At the sound of another voice than his own penetrating his mind, Cass glanced over. Safiya. A well known name around the lab, Cass didn’t see much of a barrier between their worlds. After all, they were all locked in now, right ? 

“ Best guess ? The council is scared. “ Cass tried to resist the snark that laced his last phrase, but it shined through nevertheless.

Communication was out and the first thought running through Dawson’s head was her brother. A normal morning would take the woman a good hour or two before she was ready to set foot out of her apartment, this morning it took Dawson ten minutes before she was on her way to her brother’s apartment. They didn’t live far from each other - Dawson made sure of it. Call it her overprotectiveness or call it simple sibling connection, but Dawson didn’t like when she didn’t know where her brother was.

Getting to his place, the woman knocked on the door, calling out for her brother to open the door. Looking around the hall, Dawson chewed nervously on her bottom lip, impatiently waiting for him to respond. It didn’t take long for her to remember she had a key to his apartment. “Duh, Dawson.” Fishing out her keys, she quickly unlocked the door, stomping in to find her brother. “Did you not hear me knocking?”

Coffee. It was his first thought in the morning, not even caring about the unread alert still pinging on his Lifey. It was only when he took his first sip of caffeinated bliss that he began to read it, ultimately tuning out the rampant rage against his front door. Moments passed as sky blue eyes scanned the message, the familiar harmonic sound of his sister’s voice finally resonating in his mind, the seriousness of the alert and her entrance plowing on him all at once. 

It took a moment for the man to gather himself, swinging around to gaze at his sister with wide eyes and slack jaw. “ Uh --- Sorry, Sonny. I was just now reading the alert... they cut the communications ? What the fuck is going on ? “