Making the best of it, playing the hand you get...
Casey is off-duty for the first time in a week, and kind of hoping she can get through the day without something exploding. Just today, that's all she's asking for - things aren't allowed to explode on her day off. She's jogging in the park, hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, sweating a little despite the chill. It's good to be out in her city without worrying about people dying and buildings exploding and... She's really not thinking about any of that right now. Not today.
CJ, having gotten away from the campaign headquarters for a little while, is standing near what used to be city hall, well away from all the "Danger: Keep Out!" signs and crime scene tape. Her arms crossed over her chest, her lips are pressed together, expression inscrutable. Really, who listens to a psychic talking cat? But...
She really, really hates this place. Just a few weeks ago, things were so simple... relatively speaking.
CJ, having gotten away from the campaign headquarters for a little while, is standing near what used to be city hall, well away from all the "Danger: Keep Out!" signs and crime scene tape. Her arms crossed over her chest, her lips are pressed together, expression inscrutable. Really, who listens to a psychic talking cat? But...
She really, really hates this place. Just a few weeks ago, things were so simple... relatively speaking.