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ghoulsunderground2012-04-05 08:54 am
unseenvisions) wrote in ghoulsunderground2012-04-05 08:54 am
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happy (?) birthday to her
[Cassandra woke up in BC-era Domino, got herself horribly lost, and finally made it back to GX-era Domino, where she's now sitting outside a sweets parlor with a piece of cake. This still isn't Earth proper, as nothing's cost any money, but she can't find Sayyid no matter how hard she looks, and she doesn't want to think of him out there on his own....
Besides, it's her birthday. She's celebrating being sixteen with no idea where she is, no roof over her head, and no family. And there's a lost little boy out there somewhere - be it here or back in that hotel - without guidance.
Just when she thought they'd begun to accept each other.
Cassandra tries to take a bite of cake, but it sticks in her throat. She sits up straighter and lectures herself: this too will pass. She'll weather it, and find Sayyid.
She doesn't want to cry.]
Besides, it's her birthday. She's celebrating being sixteen with no idea where she is, no roof over her head, and no family. And there's a lost little boy out there somewhere - be it here or back in that hotel - without guidance.
Just when she thought they'd begun to accept each other.
Cassandra tries to take a bite of cake, but it sticks in her throat. She sits up straighter and lectures herself: this too will pass. She'll weather it, and find Sayyid.
She doesn't want to cry.]
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I suppose I've been more focused on the unknown element. Hence the admiration, for those with greater foresight.
-unlike this cake triangle right here, which just ended. *sob!*
[And someone's not the least bit reacting to her shift. Or trying to fight over the cake.
Instead he's standing with a long-suffering sigh, eying up his bags.]
Sorry, though. I can't let myself ignore my chore any longer. I have some supplies to deliver.
;o;
[She stands, pushing her chair out, to bow slightly.]
And twice as many thanks, in that case, for stopping to encourage a stranger.
>x> At least there's totally no irony in this tag.
[How would that be, hmm? He lives for his father's vindication, but if he gives up the little things, turning up along the way? What life is that?
Well. Too bad he can't wave, with those bags in his hands.]
Later.
Small blessings. <3
And he did take time out of his day for her. But even so.]
Until then.