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His room was unchanged, all of his possesions remained in their proper place before Cassius had gone off. But it didn't matter to Cass. Nothing affected him, since his mind was separated into it's own world now, his emotions thrown into chaos. He had no control over himself. Nobody seemed so safe around him. He was not the Cass most of Inferni had come to know. His shirt he normally wore was gone, the bloody bandages being the only thing covering his chest. His broken arm remained in the sling, worthless and unusable. The coy hybrid still wore shorts, but it hardly showed what used to be his sophistication. His mane that was cut neatly was now grown out long, messy and scraggly. His purple eyes shone with a painful rage, rather than the Southern hospitality he was known for. He was certainly a changed man.[/html]
Cassius laid on his bed, staring into the ceiling as if he would burn holes right through the roof. He was in immense amounts of pain, none that anyone wold ever begin to imagine. Gadget, the faithful raccoon companion who stuck by Cass' side since he was picked up in Halifax, sat nervously in the corner. Cass' mood had been quite unpredictable lately, and was afraid to move about the loft. He was still attached to his companion, but Gadget feared for the coyote's sanity.
The ringtail looked mournfully at Cassius, until the coy's imperial eyes shifted lightning fast from the roof to the rodent. Gadget jumped nearly out of his skin. Cass stared at the coon with a hatred never seen before in the formerly benevolent mechanic's eyes. "What'chu lookin' at?" he questioned angrily. The coon just froze, wide eyed. "Y'all think I fuckin' like bein' like this? HUH?!?" Cassius was screaming at the coon, swinging his good arm but missing, sending the raccoon diving into the safety of the corner behind his desk. Cass then slammed his right fist into the wall, forcing his face into the pillow and screaming as loud as he could. If nobody noticed something wrong they definitely would now.
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