... turning back to the range, lifting to aim once more. She squeezes the trigger, gently, until the gun fires, and it vanishes into the bales behind the targets. She sighs, her shoulders slumping. Cassius comes in, yawning, and rubbing his face, going to grab his SMG and a couple of cases of ammo, casless of course, looking up and around, "Hello there" "Yes. True enough," Atticus says with a smile...

...watched him hawkishly over the rim of her teacup. She watched him with a certain intensity as he continued to try and ignore her. Brutus stared down at the newspaper seeing the serious face of Caius Cassius on the front page of the business section. He stomach tightened momentarily and he knew what was coming next. It would be honorable to be honest and he would be nothing but with Portia. "Brutus...

Title: Of Noble Men Pairing: Brutus/Cassius Author: Dicax Notes: Iambic pentameter is hell to write. I'm still tapping my fingers. Also, this is set before the play. Junia, Brutus' half-sister, was married to Cassius, so I wrote her in. So, without further ado, I present 'Of Noble Men', alternately titled 'Why Dicax Is So Behind On Homework'.   x-posted to several comms. OF NOBLE MEN ---...

Rifts - Kingsdale - Friday, October 03, 2008, 1:43 PM ----------------------------------------------------- Participents: Renos, Sebastien, Kid, Aimee, Cassius, Vargus Weather at Fri Jan 01 11:54:03 106 PA (-0.71C, 30.72F): Today the frost in the air combined with the rain to form sleet. The half-frozen slush whipping on a bitter wind as it attempts to find any little crevice or hole in your...

...armored and with is staff in his left hand as he straightens up neatly. "Presumably Human Valerie." He emits. "This one bids you a good morning and recalls that you wished to speak with him." Cassius steps into the park...he has a set of bells on his hand, silver sleigh bells, wearing a wreath of holly...he appears just to be wondering, chiming his bells. Kid stiffens within the brush when...

...walking about. So, its somewhat of a miracle that he came out. He is holding a spyglass of sorts, or maybe a telescope. The lights revealing the device as he is walking along, looking up at the sky. Cassius isn't much for being out in public now either, but he's got his gloves, and a hat on, as well as his robes, just trying to stay warm as he...wanders. He'll wander into the park, not sure why but...

...That Make Me Want To Cry,   I seem to have a horribly large soft spot for all of Shakespeare's malcontents-- the plural of malcontent? I don't know-- without a question. I love Iago and I freaking LOVE Cassius. I don't know why, but I do. It's like asking a fish why it swims. More importantly, that example should be viewed metaphorically, if only because fish can't actually respond to you.  As the cheif...

...or promise?" "Uhhhh... Dare!" the girl cackles, wondering if Brian can come up with anything near as bad as what she had. "Okay, I dare you to... Uhm... Throw a stick into the neighbour's garden!" Cassius snorts and crawls out of the tent, lazily selecting a branch and chucking it over the fence with an almost bored expression on her face; it's a complete front, Mrs. Jones is scary as hell, but...

... It's a fact of life; everyone has baggage. The things they'll always carry with them. The things that weigh them down, and come back to haunt them when the times are rough. Some more than others. Cassius and Atticus have baggage - and more than just their ridiculous names. The baggage of a dead mother and a heartbroken father; the fact that he can't even look at them anymore, because they look...

...joint she dangles between two fingers, the latest draw off it still dissipating from a halo about her head as she stares lightly towards the dancers. Almost hypnotic, the way they move at times. Cassius steps in, he appears to be dressed in his performing outfit. Less stuffy then the robes, though it's a good bet his armor his hidden under the flowing silks. He looks left and then right, watching...