[Even if she's new here, helping out with a search and rescue is something that Cassie's good at. With enough alcohol in her, she can focus and actually direct her visions enough to help locate some of the missing people. There's a few cases where she can even pick up on what kind of trap or circumstance that's keeping them missing. She doesn't want to particularly venture out with the rest of the rescue party, but she knows that it's easier for her to stay in touch and be useful this way.
So she makes sure her combat boots are laced up nice and tight before heading out into the jungle. She's been paired off with someone who's supposed to make sure she stays safe so she can call out any visions or directions to those who can actually fight. Instead of doing what she wants and pushing ahead, she surprisingly stays toward the back of the group with her designated babysitter. They can't be happy having to do this, so she tries to give them an out. It's not like keeping an eye on a thirteen year old who has to drink to help out with the cause is particularly rewarding.]
You don't actually have to stay with me. I can take care of myself.
ii. death from above
[Cassie doesn't have a weapon. At least not one that she feels comfortable pulling out and using. She has a gun with only one round of ammo, and she knows that she isn't skilled enough with it to be of any help with the flying menaces that are swooping the city. But it's not like she's going to stay cooped up just because her bright hair essentially makes her a moving target.
She's perched up on a ledge somewhere, idly sketching in her sketchbook. She spots the winged thing moving in, and also spots someone down below that's its target. Sighing, she shoves her sketchbook into her bag and ends up hopping down so she can run over toward them.]
Get down. Now.
[Grabbing their wrist, she roughly tugs them with her as she drops down toward the ground. The look she gives them is almost like she blames them for almost being attacked in the first place.]
How fast can you run? Because I'm pretty sure I drew a picture of you losing your head and being eaten, so you really need to get inside.
iii. homesick bazaar
[She's aware the food is free. She doesn't have to sneak around. But she's so used to having to steal and sneak food that having so much offered for free is a little unsettling. So she makes her way through those gathered as quietly as possible, grabbing as much as she can and stuffing it into her messenger bag. She eats as she goes, and ends up having her hands full by the time she finally stumbles across something she recognizes.
She wants the fried chicken, but it's not like she has the hands free to grab it. Luckily someone is standing right beside her.]
Hey.
[Without saying anything more than that, she starts to unload what's in her arms by handing plates over to them.]
Hold these for a second.
[Or for longer than that, because she picks up a drumstick and starts eating. Once she gets in a few bites, she realizes something.]
You don't think this is those mutant birds that are attacking us, do you?
Cassie Holmes | Push
[Even if she's new here, helping out with a search and rescue is something that Cassie's good at. With enough alcohol in her, she can focus and actually direct her visions enough to help locate some of the missing people. There's a few cases where she can even pick up on what kind of trap or circumstance that's keeping them missing. She doesn't want to particularly venture out with the rest of the rescue party, but she knows that it's easier for her to stay in touch and be useful this way.
So she makes sure her combat boots are laced up nice and tight before heading out into the jungle. She's been paired off with someone who's supposed to make sure she stays safe so she can call out any visions or directions to those who can actually fight. Instead of doing what she wants and pushing ahead, she surprisingly stays toward the back of the group with her designated babysitter. They can't be happy having to do this, so she tries to give them an out. It's not like keeping an eye on a thirteen year old who has to drink to help out with the cause is particularly rewarding.]
You don't actually have to stay with me. I can take care of myself.
ii. death from above
[Cassie doesn't have a weapon. At least not one that she feels comfortable pulling out and using. She has a gun with only one round of ammo, and she knows that she isn't skilled enough with it to be of any help with the flying menaces that are swooping the city. But it's not like she's going to stay cooped up just because her bright hair essentially makes her a moving target.
She's perched up on a ledge somewhere, idly sketching in her sketchbook. She spots the winged thing moving in, and also spots someone down below that's its target. Sighing, she shoves her sketchbook into her bag and ends up hopping down so she can run over toward them.]
Get down. Now.
[Grabbing their wrist, she roughly tugs them with her as she drops down toward the ground. The look she gives them is almost like she blames them for almost being attacked in the first place.]
How fast can you run? Because I'm pretty sure I drew a picture of you losing your head and being eaten, so you really need to get inside.
iii. homesick bazaar
[She's aware the food is free. She doesn't have to sneak around. But she's so used to having to steal and sneak food that having so much offered for free is a little unsettling. So she makes her way through those gathered as quietly as possible, grabbing as much as she can and stuffing it into her messenger bag. She eats as she goes, and ends up having her hands full by the time she finally stumbles across something she recognizes.
She wants the fried chicken, but it's not like she has the hands free to grab it. Luckily someone is standing right beside her.]
Hey.
[Without saying anything more than that, she starts to unload what's in her arms by handing plates over to them.]
Hold these for a second.
[Or for longer than that, because she picks up a drumstick and starts eating. Once she gets in a few bites, she realizes something.]
You don't think this is those mutant birds that are attacking us, do you?