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Cassidy Casablancas (Veronica Mars) (notthebeav) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-09-14 20:14:00

Who: Cassidy and Heather
Where/When: Tonight / The edge of the City
Why: Blow off steam.
Warning: WIP, maybe language.

It looked like a comet agains the night sky as the lit molotov cocktail sailed through the air, and hit the parking lot asphalt in a glitter of glass and gasoline droplets. Cassidy raised his arms in the air with yell, watched as the small pool of gasoline from the bottle burned merrily.

Veronica was gone, and that was fucked up. What if Mac disappeared? Heather? Willow Rosenberg? That was just not fun to consider. As he watched the flames dance Cassidy again puzzled over some kind of tracking device you could install surgically. Like the chipped expensive pets of the 09 zip code trophy wives.

When the last flame went out he bent, and picked up another from a line of about 10 he had made earlier in the day. During study hall actually. Then a stop at a gas station on the way home to finish things up, and Cassidy had hunted down Heather. He turned to her now, holding it out. The parking lot they stood in was at the edge of the City, abandoned with weeds growing through the cracks. Later Cassidy thought they should hunt down a car.

"Your turn," he said to Heather. "But I bet you throw like a girl." He guffawed. "NO! A CHEERLEADER."

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gutterchild
2009-09-15 03:51 am UTC (link)

Heather was trying. She really was. She didn't actually have the heart to tell Cassidy, but this whole normal thing, going to school and work, talking about how lame cheerleaders were and everything, it just wasn't working. It hadn't been since day one. She wasn't normal, she didn't feel normal, and forcing it was just making her feel more like a freak than ever before. She would never really feel comfortable around many other people, and just sitting in a classroom made her feel uneasy, let alone trying to take tests, study, socialize, do homework...

Blowing stuff up, though? That seemed to help more than anything else, especially if it would make Cassidy feel better about Veronica leaving.

"Shut up," she retorted with a lopsided smirk as she took the bottle from him. She made quick work of lighting it, and a split second later it was sailing a good distance across the parking lot, shattering in a fiery little explosion as it hit the ground. "I'd like to see Barbie do that."

Taking a break to collect her half-empty beer bottle from near her feet, she took a swig and sighed. No, she didn't feel like getting wasted, but it was always nice to have a bit of a buzz. She couldn't help but bring a case of it along with her.

"This is nice," she remarked with a bit of a tranquil tone to her voice, as if they were just hanging out somewhere and not throwing molotovs across an empty parking lot.

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notthebeav
2009-09-15 05:23 am UTC (link)

Cassidy had never been much of a beer drinker -- something else that Dick was better at than him -- but he had started on another of Heather's bad habits. Smoking cigarettes. He supposed it wasn't that great of an idea right now, given the amount of gasoline that ringed him, but shrugged away the thought as he lit up. "It is nice," he said, inhaling deeply, and immediately coughing as the smoke rushed into his lungs.

After a swig from Heather's beer, Cassidy got his breathing under control, and picked up another molotov. "Watch me be badass," he told Heather, lighting the cloth wick from the end of his cigarette and dancing backwards as the thing went up in flame. "Holy shit," he said, laughing, "Bout lost my eyebrows." Tossed the bottle underhand, so it went end over end, the few drops of gasoline that escaped flaring brightly. It hit the ground with a satisfying crash and a whoosh as the gasoline ignited.

The puddle took longer to flame out than usual, and Cassidy grabbed a beer from the six pack nearby and sat on the ground, watching it. "So," he said, fingers fidgeting with the poptop. "You ever thing about something with more bang than molotovs?"

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gutterchild
2009-09-15 05:36 am UTC (link)

Heather probably should have felt a little guilty about the fact that Cassidy had picked up smoking from her, but on the other hand, she'd picked up the habit of blowing things up from him, so it was really a fair trade off. Sort of. She watched him inhale the smoke with a smirk, then laughed a little when he choked a second later. "You get used to it," she said, giving his shoulder a gentle swat.

"Yeah, it's so badass to not have eyebrows," she said with another laugh, though she fell silent as she watched the gasoline puddle going up in flames. There was something incredibly relaxing and comforting about watching the fire, and it was a bit ironic, really. She still had those memories of Alessa's, of being burned alive.

Coming back to reality, Heather followed Cassidy as he sat down on the ground, lowering herself down next to him and leaning into his side rather comfortably, using him as a bit of a pillow. It was weird, but she felt completely at ease around him. He was really the closest thing she had to a best friend, and she didn't even know him that long. She didn't like to overthink it too much. She was just thankful for it.

"Like what?" she asked, taking another swig of her beer. "Dynamite? Jesus, Cassidy, you're turning me into a frickin' pyromaniac, here."

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notthebeav
2009-09-15 10:28 pm UTC (link)

He laughed, leaned more against Heather so she wouldn't topple over. He ignored, most of the time, how completely and utterly he trusted her and how he would just shrug away the compliments she showered on him. They clicked. He hadn't clicked with someone like this since Mac. He just prayed to the Great Flying Spaghetti Monster that he didn't fuck this up. Removing any aspect of sex from his life was actually a relief, and maybe that was why things weren't getting fucked -- pardon the pun -- with Heather. No Dick around to ogle her boobs and ask Cassidy why he wasn't all up in that. Not that Heather didn't have nice boobs. It was just a relief that he didn't have to pay some sort of forced attention to them.

"Well, it's not so much as being a pyromaniac, is that it's cathartic destroying stuff." He laughed again, swigged beer, grimaced at the taste. Shit, he was leaving the beer thing to Heather. It was nasty. "Anyway, listen to me being all smart and insightful and shit. If it doesn't fit in my world, I'm blowing it up."

He fell silent again, mulling over Heather's question. What did he want to blow up? Something. Anything. Veronica just going poof like that, opening the door for anyone else he liked to keep an eye disappearing. The grumpy vampire, Josef. That shook him up. Logan. Mac. Heather. But there was nothing to fight against. "I'm not sure," he said finally. "This City. Giving and taking away. Fucks with your head. What could we blow up in the City?"

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gutterchild
2009-09-15 11:06 pm UTC (link)

Heather laughed, taking a swig of her own beer, finishing it off before setting the empty bottle down next to her. Her head felt comfortably fuzzy, a little bit swimmy, and it was just the right kind of feeling for sitting around blowing stuff up with her -- yes, she was going to refer to him as it now -- best friend. It was like nothing in the world could hurt them, nothing in the world could interrupt their time together. At least, that was what the buzz was doing, and Heather definitely preferred it that way.

"You're right, you know," she replied with a sigh. "It's really... It's good for the soul." She laughed again. "Fuck meditation, this is how you really relax."

No amount of alcohol could stop her from noticing the troubled tone Cassidy's words had taken as he continued. Of course he was troubled, Veronica was gone, and now he was worried about others disappearing, too. In all honesty, so was Heather. She didn't want to go back to Silent Hill, and even if that wasn't where she was put if whoever was in charge here decided she didn't need to be in Colligo anymore, she still didn't want to go back to a place where she was alone, stuck having to deal with everything she'd gone through by herself. Really, she didn't have anyone back there. No family, no friends, nothing. She liked it better here with Cassidy, even when it sucked and people were being taken away. She desperately hoped neither of them ever had to go.

"We could blow up the city?" she suggested, smirking a little and shifting so that her chin was resting on his shoulder. "The whole thing, just one big kaboom."

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notthebeav
2009-09-16 03:02 am UTC (link)

"Start with the high school. Just one big fireball of pom pom dust." Cassidy raised his hands and spread the fingers, blowing lightly to illustrate how the pom pom dust would blow away on the wind. "Blow up everything but the Best Buy, just so we could keep up to date on the electronics and shit."

Gently, he pushed Heather slightly away so he could stand up. Grabbed his hands together over his head and stretched, before taking a quick stop forward and scooping up another molotov, lighting it and flinging it without much thought. It went zinging across the parking lot to smash against a light post, the gasoline splashing up the pole and burning fitfully. A tall dried out bushy weed next to the pole caught also, and Cassidy ooooohed at the sudden whoosh. "COOL."

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gutterchild
2009-09-16 03:32 am UTC (link)

"Stupid cheerleaders," Heather mumbled with a laugh, watching Cassidy's hands as if she was actually watching the school burst into flames. She would have been especially excited if it actually was happening right in front of her. School wasn't one of her favorite places at all, to say the least.

Watching as Cassidy rose to his feet and threw another molotov into a light post, she gave a loud shout of glee, like a little kid opening presents on Christmas morning. "Best one yet!" she cried, laughing almost raucously and leaning back until she was actually lying on the ground, staring up at the sky. She continued to laugh, but the sound eventuall quieted down as she just watched the blackness up above her. She was almost contented by it, and she smiled a bit gently as she said, "I could stay here forever, you know?" A pause, and she spoke a little softer as she continued. "Back home I'd probably be dead. In a little while, anyway. I don't think a person would want to live too long after going through all that shit and then not having anybody around to help you out. I don't have any family, you can't when someone just -- poof -- makes you up out of thin air. And then the friend thing, well, you know all about that. I'm all anti-social back home, too." She realized she was rambling, so without moving too much, she merely picked her head up and flashed him a small smile. "Yeah, sorry. Shutting up now."

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notthebeav
2009-09-18 05:48 am UTC (link)

"Hey, don't worry about it." Cassidy walked over to her, nudged her lightly in the side with the toe of his shoe. "Ramble away, you little freak queen of Silent Hill." He shoved his hands in his pockets and looked over at the bush, still burning, the way the flames speared the darkness around it. "Back home I am dead," he said quietly. "Which is better for everyone."

He dropped to the asphalt next to Heather, laying back until his head was pillowed on her leg just above her knee. "And for some stupid ass reason, here I don't feel like that. That if I just jumped everyone would be better off. And it has to do with the friend thing." He fell silent, watching the same sky Heather was, and then turned his head slightly to look at her. "So, serious. What would be fun to blow up? Other than the City, because what if Willow Rosenberg or ... Harry Potter gets hurt?" He shook his head. "I don't want to be responsible for Harry Potter getting hurt, especially after all his zany adventures."

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gutterchild
2009-09-18 06:17 am UTC (link)

"I'm glad you don't feel that way anymore," Heather replied, her voice dropping to a softer tone once again as Cassidy settled himself down on the ground with her. Most of the time, talking about 'mushy stuff' like feelings made her feel uneasy, just like the physical closeness they were sharing in that moment. With Cassidy, though, it was very easy and comfortable. Freaks united, definitely. "At the risk of sounding totally uncool, I don't know what I'd do without you here."

"Well..." Pushing onto her elbows until she was sitting up completely, looking down at Cassidy's head in her lap, she said, "We could blow up the drive-thru box at some restaurant. Do any of them have little clown mouths with a speaker in it? I think there's one that still might do that."

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notthebeav
2009-09-19 03:34 am UTC (link)

Cassidy quirked a brow, mused thoughtfully up into the black night sky. "That would be kinda cool. I've always hated those things, and I just KNEW the attendant was gonna spit in my food." For some odd reason his stomach chose that moment to growl, and he laughed, sitting up.

"Speaking of food, spiced with saliva or not, I needs it." He stood, brushed off his clothes, and offered a hand to Heather. "And now I'm gonna look into hunting up some kind of explosive. Blowing up one of those things would be awesome."

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gutterchild
2009-09-19 04:43 am UTC (link)

Heather grinned, glad that her idea hadn't been completely off the wall or stupid. She honestly never thought of blowing things up before, aside from a monster or two, but Cassidy was just such a 'bad' influence that now she was pondering different things to make with the kaboom. He seemed pretty excited about it, though, so that was all that mattered.

"Yeah, I'm kinda starving, too," she replied, reaching out for his hand as she rose up to her feet. "You wanna go out and get something? Or we could go home and make something ourselves." Heather liked calling it 'home.' She'd been living here for a while, but it didn't actually feel like a real home. It still didn't, not really anyway, but moving in with Cassidy really had been the best idea ever. It made it feel more like home than ever.

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