[ The first thing Cass does on her own, after leaving the Morningstar safe-house for the first time, is try to get her bearings.
No. Scratch that. The real first thing Cass does on her own is get startled by a truck with neon blue headlights that manages to be both hovering and rambling down the alleyway she's ducked into.
Panic wells up in her chest as she presses herself to the wall and the truck stops. Her own shadow beneath her feet wavers in time with her rapid breathing, tendrils stretching out into the light and dissipating. Cassandra doesn't even notice, much too focused on the feeling of strangeness surrounding her. This place is like Gotham -- if Gotham spread upwards and outwards in all directions, and the buildings gained several decades of technological advancement while they were at it. She half expects to see someone in clown greasepaint with a neon baseball-bat approximation jump out of the truck towards her.
Probably not. Maybe none of this is real. Maybe she's dreaming? That seems...unlikely, considering everything she's seen and experienced this far.
The truck stops and someone does step out, leading Cassandra to flee at full speed in the opposite direction, barreling into people and only stopping when she's gotten too entangled in someone else to easily peel away.
She doesn't have on any gloves, and any Displaced who touch her will find fear and sorrow coming off her in waves. Also, isn't her shadow a little...active around the edges? ]
Sorry, sorry.
002: ain't no rest for the wicked
[Bad username or site: cassandra @ cain]
is this what they meant by "brave new world"?
reminds me of gotham
[ (someone hasn't read the book. or watched the movie.)
attachments: a photo of the side of a building from a low vantage point, and a girl's hand in the corner making a peace sign. ]
003: you might as well be walkin' on the sun
[ It's the food that really grabs Cass's attention.
For one thing there's so much variety. Rice dishes, noodle dishes, things heaped on top of vegetables and fruits she can't identify. The lines are long, true, but whenever Cass manages to try one thing she just lines right up for the next one, and turns to the person behind her in line. ]
Favorite so far?
[ She asks, with a cheek puffed out like a chipmunk, full of food.
No one ever accused a teenager of having table good manners. ]
007: blinded by the neon wound
[ Cass can't get into the fight clubs. She's too small, appears too young to be considered a part of the underground.
But she appears around the fight clubs, hanging outside listening to dirty jokes and boys attempt to intimidate one another (or impress her) as they perform the role of bouncer, of lookout. She's unassuming, small, quiet. They don't have any reason to suspect her of anything.
To be fair, she's not doing anything really. Just hanging out apparently, and offering small smiles to anyone who peers at her in curiosity or recognition. ]
010: rusted wheel, can't move on
[ She'd managed to avoid the monster rampaging outside of the walls and focused on helping people get water and medical attention after the fires, since Cass wasn't going to risk smoke inhalation of an unknown substance without a proper mask and filter, but this? The boots marching and the people being dragged out of their homes? That spurns her into a different kind of action, as she starts attempting to evacuate people from out of the UNA's path. Occasionally she engages in rapid hand-to-hand combat in order to disarm otherwise isolated soldiers.
Maybe you're also a bystander in this fight. Maybe you've helped her get the soldiers separated from the people they're trying to terrorize. Either way, fight or be protected, because Cass isn't going to back down from this one.
She doesn't use guns but otherwise fights with a sort of ruthless efficiency, appearing to predict movements before they're completed and good at finding weak spots in armor. Anything she can't use - which is most of it, considering how small she is - is passed along to the nearest person without said weapon or armor.]
Better than nothing. [ A wink. ]
011: a wild card
[ Feel free to run into Cass elsewhere, or plot with me at spacewitchery | spacewitchery#9221 ]
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001: ch-ch-changes (turn and face the strange)
[ The first thing Cass does on her own, after leaving the Morningstar safe-house for the first time, is try to get her bearings.
No. Scratch that. The real first thing Cass does on her own is get startled by a truck with neon blue headlights that manages to be both hovering and rambling down the alleyway she's ducked into.
Panic wells up in her chest as she presses herself to the wall and the truck stops. Her own shadow beneath her feet wavers in time with her rapid breathing, tendrils stretching out into the light and dissipating. Cassandra doesn't even notice, much too focused on the feeling of strangeness surrounding her. This place is like Gotham -- if Gotham spread upwards and outwards in all directions, and the buildings gained several decades of technological advancement while they were at it. She half expects to see someone in clown greasepaint with a neon baseball-bat approximation jump out of the truck towards her.
Probably not. Maybe none of this is real. Maybe she's dreaming? That seems...unlikely, considering everything she's seen and experienced this far.
The truck stops and someone does step out, leading Cassandra to flee at full speed in the opposite direction, barreling into people and only stopping when she's gotten too entangled in someone else to easily peel away.
She doesn't have on any gloves, and any Displaced who touch her will find fear and sorrow coming off her in waves. Also, isn't her shadow a little...active around the edges? ]
Sorry, sorry.
002: ain't no rest for the wicked
[Bad username or site: cassandra @ cain]
is this what they meant by "brave new world"?
reminds me of gotham
[ (someone hasn't read the book. or watched the movie.)
attachments: a photo of the side of a building from a low vantage point, and a girl's hand in the corner making a peace sign. ]
003: you might as well be walkin' on the sun
[ It's the food that really grabs Cass's attention.
For one thing there's so much variety. Rice dishes, noodle dishes, things heaped on top of vegetables and fruits she can't identify. The lines are long, true, but whenever Cass manages to try one thing she just lines right up for the next one, and turns to the person behind her in line. ]
Favorite so far?
[ She asks, with a cheek puffed out like a chipmunk, full of food.
No one ever accused a teenager of having table good manners. ]
007: blinded by the neon wound
[ Cass can't get into the fight clubs. She's too small, appears too young to be considered a part of the underground.
But she appears around the fight clubs, hanging outside listening to dirty jokes and boys attempt to intimidate one another (or impress her) as they
perform the role of bouncer, of lookout. She's unassuming, small, quiet. They don't have any reason to suspect her of anything.
To be fair, she's not doing anything really. Just hanging out apparently, and offering small smiles to anyone who peers at her in curiosity or recognition. ]
010: rusted wheel, can't move on
[ She'd managed to avoid the monster rampaging outside of the walls and focused on helping people get water and medical attention after the fires, since Cass wasn't going to risk smoke inhalation of an unknown substance without a proper mask and filter, but this? The boots marching and the people being dragged out of their homes? That spurns her into a different kind of action, as she starts attempting to evacuate people from out of the UNA's path. Occasionally she engages in rapid hand-to-hand combat in order to disarm otherwise isolated soldiers.
Maybe you're also a bystander in this fight. Maybe you've helped her get the soldiers separated from the people they're trying to terrorize. Either way, fight or be protected, because Cass isn't going to back down from this one.
She doesn't use guns but otherwise fights with a sort of ruthless efficiency, appearing to predict movements before they're completed and good at finding weak spots in armor. Anything she can't use - which is most of it, considering how small she is - is passed along to the nearest person without said weapon or armor.]
Better than nothing. [ A wink. ]
011: a wild card
[ Feel free to run into Cass elsewhere, or plot with me at