For whom the bell tolls
May 3, 2015 5:05:42 GMT -6
Post by Emma on May 3, 2015 5:05:42 GMT -6
Feathers | 594 | lets do this! When you don’t have a secret identity, trying to find a rental flat is challenging to say the least. Cassie had sported a black hoodie to the interviews, hoping to hide the logo on her chest, and gauntlets around her arms. Turns out she should have taken Donna’s advice and whacked on a wig too. Her blond mane was easily recognisable. And Cassie’s applications were rejected time and again. But not today! Key clenched tightly in her hand, Cassie had literally flown out of the Realestate agents office, past the hotel she called home for the past week, and downtown to her new flat. It had roof access!… But that was literally the only thing it had going for it. No one wanted to rent to a known superhero because that made their property a target for crime, and, especially for someone as strong as Cassie, violence. The only people who do agree are either great humanitarians… or their property is already so far gone the only thing Cassie could possibly do to make it worse was to destroy it completely. And even then she’d probably be doing the landlord a favour as he can get a whole new property off the insurance. Alighting on the concrete roof of the apartment block, Cassie took the stairs down into her penthouse unit below. The first thing the teen took in was the smell, closely followed by the realisation of just how much filth was covering everything. By the Gods… She muttered under her breath, eyes watering at the rancid stench. Fishing her wallet out of her duffle bag, and checking her shiny new communicator was still attached to her hip, Cassie fled the apartment, trusty duffle left to man the fort. Is it bad that i really want those wall stains to be blood? Because i really don’t want to clean it up if its the other thing. She grimaced to herself, flying up the stairs and out into the fresh air on the roof. Floating up higher, Cassie scouted out her new suburb for a big shopping center. She need to arm herself with every form of cleaning fluid and face mask known to man before she could sleep in that hell hole. Spying an appropriately large sign, Cassie shot off, hoping the rush of air would work the smell off her clothes before she arrived. It only took moments for her to reach the mall, touching down lightly outside the entrance on the street. Smiling at those that turned to look at her arrival, she made a beeline for the doors, her sense of smell still in shock and unable to tell if she was reeking. Best not to linger. Caught up in her mild panic at having to possibly burn her uniform as it might be the only way to cleanse it, Cassie, in typical Cassie fashion, took absolutely no notice of her surroundings, and of the trouble about to occur therein. |
