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Video | early hours 2.17
[ there's an amateur shaky-cam feel to the video, which is not pointed at Cash like it usually would be. It's not really pointed at anything at the moment - it's kind of pointed at everything. Her room is trashed, furniture overturned and belongings strewn everywhere. When the camera stops moving wildly, there's mostly floor, and a corner of what appears to be a blanket. ]
My hair is falling out! [ it’s obviously Cashmere’s voice, though it’s taken on a crazy edge from not sleeping and the general panic that’s set in. She sounds totally off-kilter. The camera swings again, stopping on a pile of bright blonde hair that yanked straight out while she was brushing it. Maybe this seems like a fairly insignificant event to other people, but from her tone it's obviously very upsetting to her. ]
Something’s happening. Something bad is happening.
[ More camera movement, and this time she accidentally catches a glimpse of her hand - long fingernails and unnaturally white skin. ]
One of you did this to me. And I am going to find you. And I’m going to kill you.
My hair is falling out! [ it’s obviously Cashmere’s voice, though it’s taken on a crazy edge from not sleeping and the general panic that’s set in. She sounds totally off-kilter. The camera swings again, stopping on a pile of bright blonde hair that yanked straight out while she was brushing it. Maybe this seems like a fairly insignificant event to other people, but from her tone it's obviously very upsetting to her. ]
Something’s happening. Something bad is happening.
[ More camera movement, and this time she accidentally catches a glimpse of her hand - long fingernails and unnaturally white skin. ]
One of you did this to me. And I am going to find you. And I’m going to kill you.
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Then there's the bags and obvious weight loss but that's not really the point here. When he sees Cashmere's video, he gets a little freaked because he is so not okay with any of his friends being in this state.
Also he's kind of managed to work out that Cashmere does care about her appearance. A lot. Even before this video He doesn't think it's dumb either. He'd been pretty upset about his own hair when he'd gotten back to Hadriel. So this is kind of a personal matter that he can definitely relate to. He hopes the sight of his own hair might calm her down and maybe not make her feel so bad - maybe.)
Hey, it's okay, Cash. Lookit my hair. See?
(Comes his soft voice, eyes earnest. It's not him trying to say 'see how it's not so bad?' it's more him trying to make her feel okay about talking to him with this. Maybe.
God he's really under qualified for comforting girls.)
You alone right now?
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Something bad is happening.
I think I'm going to hurt someone.
[ she doesn't answer his question, not directly. she's alone because even though she doesn't know what is going on, she knows no good will come from it. ]
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There's nothing to be done, he realizes a bit miserably. He's not enough of an optimist to think that there could be something, anything.)
Do you want me to...
(He trails off, no clue what he had even thought he was going to ask. He bites at the corner of his lip, anxiety climbing fast and harsh in his gut.
Actually, he did know what he was about to ask. He just- he didn't know Cashmere well enough to ask her that sort of thing. Asking someone if they want to be killed is usually a little bit of a touchy subject.)
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[ doesn't want him to come over, doesn't want his help - whatever form it might come in.
and then there's just breathing on her end, while she tries to get a better grasp on any of what's happening. she can feel parts of herself slipping away, replaced by something less human. something darker. ]
I'm going to figure it out.
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(His voice is quiet, gentle. He's been there before. Recently, too recently, and he understands this on a personal level. He knows not to tell her how to deal with her own problem. If she wanted his help, she'd let him know. Just like he had let Tommy know.
I'm going to figure it out.
The words echo in and out of his brain and he shuts his eyes. I'm going to figure it out. Yeah, he had thought that too. Problem is, some things couldn't be figured out. He shakes himself hard and no- no this.
This wasn't a good thing. Not for her, not for him. He felt a horrible itch under his skin and that was a bad sign. It had his pinky idly twitching and he took a deep, grounding breath. Come on, Newt. Pull it together. Cashmere needed help.)
Please. Let me know- let me know if you need anything, Cashmere. You're not alone.
(Despite the waver in his voice, it's clear enough he's sincere.)
Do you- um - want a distraction?
(It's a fruitless question. There are some things you couldn't be distracted from.)
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maybe this is all a punishment. maybe she's done something wrong. maybe someone is out to get her. she doesn't know.
it is nice to hear Newt's voice and catch a glimpse of him on her phone (though she is trying very hard for him to not catch a glimpse of her.) ]
Okay. Like what? [ the promise of a distraction calms her, if only for a moment. ]
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He bit at his lip, trying desperately to think. She seemed a little bit like the idea of a distraction was a good thing. He should have probably thought ahead.
He clears his throat and just tries to steady himself a little bit.)
I could tell you a story, if you like.
(He's been told he has a nice voice. The British accent seemed to comfort people for reasons he didn't really get but hey, he'd take it.)
I'd offer to sing but I'm bloody awful at it. But I could think of some neat stories, probably.
(Maybe. He was already trying to think of some.)
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Tell me what you're going to do when we all get out of here.