[ she had just gotten on a plane for london, then she was here. different clothes, a city skyline she couldn't begin to recognize, like something out of a movie. her head is pounding, and the bright sunlight and incessant music isn't helping. she can feel her body tensing, chest tightening.
cassandra weaves quickly through the crowd, trying to find somewhere to get away from all the noise and people--even if she's pretty sure none of this is real, she can't think like this. unfortunately she isn't paying a ton of attention to where she's actually going.]
b. safehouse
[ cassandra sits on her terrible cot and draws in a shaky breath. she touches her hair, now cut short, almost like it could be a pixie cut after another cut emphasizing style. she's trying to understand the implant--she still can't read the text that pops up, but the nature of this thing works around that. so that's something. ]
None of this... makes any sense. [ it's to no one in particular. apart from that, she can be found just futzing with her implant to try to get the hang of using it, or hanging in the kitchen or the eating area, just like. noshing on protein bars or eating cereal right out of the box with her hands. style and grace. ]
cassandra cain | dc comics
[ she had just gotten on a plane for london, then she was here. different clothes, a city skyline she couldn't begin to recognize, like something out of a movie. her head is pounding, and the bright sunlight and incessant music isn't helping. she can feel her body tensing, chest tightening.
cassandra weaves quickly through the crowd, trying to find somewhere to get away from all the noise and people--even if she's pretty sure none of this is real, she can't think like this. unfortunately she isn't paying a ton of attention to where she's actually going.]
b. safehouse
[ cassandra sits on her terrible cot and draws in a shaky breath. she touches her hair, now cut short, almost like it could be a pixie cut after another cut emphasizing style. she's trying to understand the implant--she still can't read the text that pops up, but the nature of this thing works around that. so that's something. ]
None of this... makes any sense. [ it's to no one in particular. apart from that, she can be found just futzing with her implant to try to get the hang of using it, or hanging in the kitchen or the eating area, just like. noshing on protein bars or eating cereal right out of the box with her hands. style and grace. ]
c. wildcard
[ or whatever! i'm at