64th: (I'm gonna rip your head off.)
Cashmere ([personal profile] 64th) wrote in [community profile] checkingout2015-06-06 12:31 pm

[open + closed] nothing to keep me from the storm

Who: Cashmere + you
What: After being gone for 5 days, Cashmere returns to the hotel with the fury of 1000 suns
Where: All over the hotel
When: June 8th
Warnings: likely violence and ugly crying


Cashmere wakes up in the boiler room on the afternoon of June 8th, having disappeared without warning five days earlier. Five days in hotel time, but less than two for her. The last thing she remembers is the sharp pain of Johanna's ax cutting into her chest, but that's gone now. She thinks back - before that? Katniss' arrow in Gloss' chest. It doesn't take long for the realization she's returned to the hotel to sink in, on her feet and eventually yanking the door open with a frustrated scream and one goal - to find Katniss.

It feels like something inside her has snapped and though she's exhausted and afraid of what it means to be back at hotel ( she's dead this time. really, truly, dead just like Johanna said. there isn't anything left for her in Panem and nothing for her at the hotel.) and is propelled by the rage that threatens to spill over and the need for revenge.

open

She starts with the lobby, yelling Katniss' name as though it might get her to appear. She stops to interrogate anyone she sees, and if they were expecting Cash to be happy to see them again they've pick the wrong day for a reunion. Those from Panem won't be surprised to see her verbally lash out at people - it's falling back on old habits. She's fresh from the Games and it feels like everyone is the enemy.

She does stop by her room to be sure nothing's missing, and will respond to any tablet communication.

closed - Haymitch

Despite being told otherwise by literally everyone she's come across, Cashmere's next stop after the public areas of the hotel is Katniss' (now former) room, pounding at the door. "Katniss! Katniss! Come out, Mockingjay. Don't be a coward." There's no answer, but she's already convinced herself the girl is hiding inside.

She catches Haymitch's approach from the corner of her eye, stopping her tantrum to move protectively in front of the door. "Don't come any closer," she warns. "Unless you're here to help me find your stupid Mockingjay."

closed - Hook

After her run in with Haymitch, Cashmere's finally given up on finding her nemesis but it hasn't done a single thing to make her feel better. If anything, it makes her feel worse - too much pent up anger and no outlet for it. She returns to the lobby in search of an answer (or maybe a fight. probably a fight). She's looking positively feral: wild eyed and charcoal-dirtied hands that hint that she'd even gone so far as to poke at the fireplace like it might be filled with secrets. Cashmere doesn't notice him until he's close enough to touch her, distracted by her current task of looking through all the drawers of the front desk.

closed - Trip

Exhaustion finally wins over, but not until after Cashmere has completely trashed her room. It'll cause quite the ruckus for her neighbor. When he comes by to see what the hell she's doing, he'll find that she's pulled the mattress from her bed's frame, the table and chair have been overturned, and her belongings are scattered everywhere. She tried unsuccessfully to smash the window with her suitcase, and it lays discarded on the floor.

All knocks on her door she ignored until she's finally tired herself out. Cashmere hadn't been expecting Trip (or anyone, really) and rolls her eyes when she finds him waiting in the hall. "Can I help you?"
triplett: (kind eyes)

[personal profile] triplett 2015-06-15 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
It was tempting to reach out and sit closer to Cashmere but he refrained. Trip curled forward from his seated position and his hands reached for one of hers instead. "Hey...you've been doing great here. You'll do the same while you wait for him to show up. What would you want him to do if he was here without you?"

He couldn't be anything but understanding with what she was going through. Not only had he been through a similar loss, but her disappearance had genuinely made him worry given recent events. Cashmere would have to figure out her life as a twin without her brother but Trip would have her back along the way.
triplett: (looking down)

[personal profile] triplett 2015-06-16 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
"You're twins. You have to know he'd want the same for you," he immediately responded with his hand giving hers a squeeze in return. He kept her hand while allowing Cashmere to lead. Slowly, very slowly, Trip moved closer--taking a seat on the floor next to the bed rather than have her feel that he was just sitting watching her. His arm remained on the mattress with her hand in his while his head was nearby without invading her space.

His other hand reached to cover their joined hands as she started to sob. She could rest her head on his shoulder or arm to cry, he'd welcome it. Yet Trip didn't pull her close though he was easily able to do so. Cashmere had free reign. He'd sit and hold her hand until she pulled away or cried herself to sleep. The truth was that she suffered a loss and she had every right to mourn. He could only hope for her well being that her brother did show up in the hotel but knew there was no guarantee.
triplett: (eyes dn away)

[personal profile] triplett 2015-06-21 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
"No. It's not," he agreed and moved past their joined hands to rub her back that was in reach after she had moved closer. His head leaned in and rested against hers in addition to holding her hand and having a hand spread at her back. "I'm sorry." The words were whispered behind closed eyes. Trip stayed as promised. He'd stay long past his backside going numb from the thinly carpeted floor and into the new day if it was what Cashmere needed.

Staying with her wasn't a selfless act. He hadn't exaggerated missing her. The hotel made friends a precious commodity. Although half of SHIELD was there, his purpose didn't really exist. Trip couldn't do his part to keep the world safe anymore. All he had was the people he cared about--both new and old. Cashmere wasn't just a pretty face but someone who weathered what no child should and persevered with the ability to still laugh and smile. How could he not fight to protect her?