((available for poking, but she's in a BAD mood))
Cassie storms into her room and promptly slams her fist into the punching bag in the corner. "Mother fucker," she says, hitting it again. "Fucking hate people!" She hits the bag again and again, loving the solid feel of her fists making contact.
She leaves off after a few minutes and changes into some slightly more flexible pants, grabbing her knives and slipping them into various hiding places.
Muttering under her breath, she relaces her boots more tightly and grabs her quiver and bow. She doesn't know what she's going to do, but it's going to be violent.
She leaves off after a few minutes and changes into some slightly more flexible pants, grabbing her knives and slipping them into various hiding places.
Muttering under her breath, she relaces her boots more tightly and grabs her quiver and bow. She doesn't know what she's going to do, but it's going to be violent.