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WHO: wrong_sometimes and OPEN.
WHERE: A cafe near an art school.
WHEN: Backdated (kinda) to Saturday afternoon, April 23rd
WARNINGS: Angst
SUMMARY: Cassie has a birthday and she doesn't tell anyone.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice
Birthdays sucked. Had ever since her mother had been taken by Division, and they were only getting worse, because this year? This year she'd been kinda looking forward to sharing her birthday with Nick. But he left. Then she thought that it might be fun to do something with Josh (even if he was a giant barbarian dork). But he left too. And it didn't matter that it wasn't their fault, it just mattered that once again, she was sitting in a cafe with her pencils and pens, trying to see a future that didn't leave her feeling so damn alone. Hell, she'd almost asked Katurian or the Doctor to lunch, but as nice as they were and as much as she joked around with them... it wasn't the same.
And not for the first time, she told herself it was better that way. Don't get too close, don't get hurt (again).
So she took another bite of the brownie a la mode she'd stuck a candle in and muttered, "Fourteen sure sure as hell still feels like thirteen." From under the table, her dog gave a muffled bark as if he agreed. Hell, he probably did. And outside, the pigeons were still dive-bombing passers-by.
Yeah, really great birthday this year.
[ooc: Feel free to come on by and bother the birthday girl - everyone's welcome, no holds barred. Things to note, if you're copcast that's seen any of her drawings, feel free to recognize them. The dog is a robot.]
WHERE: A cafe near an art school.
WHEN: Backdated (kinda) to Saturday afternoon, April 23rd
WARNINGS: Angst
SUMMARY: Cassie has a birthday and she doesn't tell anyone.
FORMAT: Tagger's choice
Birthdays sucked. Had ever since her mother had been taken by Division, and they were only getting worse, because this year? This year she'd been kinda looking forward to sharing her birthday with Nick. But he left. Then she thought that it might be fun to do something with Josh (even if he was a giant barbarian dork). But he left too. And it didn't matter that it wasn't their fault, it just mattered that once again, she was sitting in a cafe with her pencils and pens, trying to see a future that didn't leave her feeling so damn alone. Hell, she'd almost asked Katurian or the Doctor to lunch, but as nice as they were and as much as she joked around with them... it wasn't the same.
And not for the first time, she told herself it was better that way. Don't get too close, don't get hurt (again).
So she took another bite of the brownie a la mode she'd stuck a candle in and muttered, "Fourteen sure sure as hell still feels like thirteen." From under the table, her dog gave a muffled bark as if he agreed. Hell, he probably did. And outside, the pigeons were still dive-bombing passers-by.
Yeah, really great birthday this year.
[ooc: Feel free to come on by and bother the birthday girl - everyone's welcome, no holds barred. Things to note, if you're copcast that's seen any of her drawings, feel free to recognize them. The dog is a robot.]