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Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie Veteran Member 1,646 POSTS Pronouns: She/Her last seen Apr 30, 2024 11:42:33 GMT -5	Cassius Rotgau - d8 - fin Aug 28, 2023 13:35:23 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie on Aug 28, 2023 13:35:23 GMT -5 Cassius Rotgau - 18 member of the district 8 cool kids table trying to figure out who he is as an individual Sk8ter boi with a passion for fashion
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Cassius Rotgau - d8 - fin Sept 15, 2023 11:35:31 GMT -5

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Post by Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie on Sept 15, 2023 11:35:31 GMT -5

Papa was a tailor and Mama always liked to sew.

I do not think that I had ever bought any clothes. Mama spent her days when I was a little boy sewing clothes with her ol’ black sewing machine. The clanking coming from machine provided a sense of comfort whenever I came home from school. It meant that Mama was at home waiting for me with a big warm hug and possibly a new jacket or pair of pants. I would excitingly put on whatever item she had made for me the next day. Eager to show all of my friends my Mama’s creations. Her artwork.

Our house always seemed to have scattered cloth and threads lying about. Spare papers with sketches and designs were cast all around our living room, our dining room, our kitchen and one day they had made their way to my bedroom. Only it was not Mama’s designs that had landed themselves on my single bed tucked away in a corner. It was my own, it started off small, little patches that I would want her to sew onto my leather jacket I had inherited from my father. Maybe a pair of socks with an intricate design. My friends at school seemed to like the socks, it became a signature almost. Socks with sunsets painted on them, various plants to the inside jokes of the lunch table.

We all brought something, everyone had a trade. Henry would bring us cakes from his Ma’s bakery, Kristian would bring home distilled whiskey that his older brother would make. We would use that then to get drunk on the fields behind Georgie’s house sittin’ on the picknick blankets we would pick up from Asher’s parents shop just across my Papa’s. Everyone always had a contribution towards the group, and we did absolutely everything together.

Except Theo, he always was a little different. He had lunch with us, would share his food with us the way we all shared our food with each other. However, he did not come with us to the field after school or the skate park where we would teach ourselves flips and tricks. He only ever ate lunch with us until one day he didn’t. We didn’t know what happened, he just up and left and did not sit back down the next day. None of us really felt the need to chase after someone who only partially was part of the group. That was the thing really, we were a group, and he may have shared a meal or two with us but he was still an outsider. He did not get all of the jokes painted on our strange socks and seemed to have other priorities than skateboarding. We never really knew him the way we knew the rest of the group. He never really seemed to have made an effort to be one of us, one of the group.

So we let him be.

Nowadays I almost wished they would let be me. Only I do not know how to be me.

It really is sad to think that your entire personality rests upon a singular group of people. I was always a part of a group. Another gear turning in unison with many others to create a functioning machine but on our own we would useless. There never was an I. There never was just Cassius, it was always attached to the names of my friends. Maybe Theo had the right idea to go off, never really be part of the group and still be just Theo.

Over the last year I had started distancing myself from the table. I still ate lunch there every day, and I still brought new creations to share with the group. Only I did not go out with them after school every day. I did not want to get drunk on the fields on the weekends. I still love to skate, that probably won’t ever change, but I have started to spend time teaching myself tricks in solitude. Turns out solitude is not as lonely as it had always seemed.

Mama decided it was time for her to open up her own shop. One where she was not working out of our home. One where she could have just a little bit more space to create what she does best. To cater to the people that are willing to spend a good dime on her work for everything she makes is one of a kind. Just like her little boy, the one that was enthusiastic about a needle and thread since he could walk. I was slowly learning that I was another one of Mama’s unique creations, something that could never be replicated.

I was learning to love myself for being my own person, finally figuring out the world. Learning to love my passions and creating not for others but for myself. I am still learning to live the life that I want. Live life as and individual.

…So I guess only one question remains.

Who is Cassius Rotgau?

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Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie Veteran Member 1,646 POSTS Pronouns: She/Her last seen Apr 30, 2024 11:42:33 GMT -5	Cassius Rotgau - d8 - fin Sept 16, 2023 2:23:51 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Hafen d4 ⚓︎ minie on Sept 16, 2023 2:23:51 GMT -5 ripred_bot
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ryan Advertiser 2,907 POSTS Pronouns: he/him last seen Apr 28, 2024 20:54:01 GMT -5 over the moon, where all the wild things are	Cassius Rotgau - d8 - fin Sept 16, 2023 2:33:26 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by ryan on Sept 16, 2023 2:33:26 GMT -5 ugh, so slay xx accepted