[Location: Few blocks away from Fangtasia/Holo] Cause nothing's going right, and everything's a mess
Cassie Hack made her way through the surging mass of students of the University of Wisconsin in Eau Claire, secretly hating all of the ones that were on their way to the library at the same time she was. If they didn't have the copy of The savage god: A study of suicide, Cassie was going to end up hitting a wall or something. She needed that for her final, having decided to do her paper on the psychology surrounding suicide. Cassie's iPod touch was nestled in the pocket of her hoodie, Ingrid Michaelson's "Die Alone" having just started. She found herself humming along with the song, weaving between the bodies.
She reached the library in record time, pushing the door open with her shoulder, bag slung over her like a Miss Teen Wisconsin sash. Her arms were otherwise occupied, clutching a handful of books to her chest with one hand, texting her mother with the other, informing her that Cassie was going to be late for dinner if she had to hunt down this book elsewhere. Entering the library, she made a beeline towards the 100 section of the Nonfiction area of the library. She snorted a soft chuckle as she passed the occult and paranormal books, not believing in that stuff for a minute. People, their way of thinking, what causes them to do what they do, that was the true mystery.
Thin, pale fingers slid across spines leather, cloth, plastic, searching for that particular book. Cassie murmured the various titles to herself, blue eyes scanning the spines. No. No. No. That's not it. That's not it, either. Cassie went on a bit further before she froze, ring finger touching The savage god: A study of suicide. She'd found it. Oh, thank god. Cassie slipped the book off the shelf, adding it to the stack in her arms and made her way back up to the front counter to get it checked out.
A few minutes later, Cassie excited the library, intent on heading the parking lot in the west lot where she'd parked that morning. She took a shortcut through the commons, a grassy area where the 'totally awesome dudes' played frisbee. Halfway across the commons, the world suddenly turned on its stomach, causing Cassie's to leap into her throat as she dropped her books. Her hands went to her head and she exhaled a small moan at the wooziness that rushed through her.
When Cassie opened her eyes, she gasped. And then she gasped again. And promptly began coughing. She was no longer in the commons at UWEC. She was in the middle of a street, in a strange city she'd never seen before. "Oh, my god," Cassie whispered, reaching into her hoodie pocket for her cell phone, but finding that she wasn't wearing her hoodie. Or her jeans. Or anything she she'd put on that morning. She was wearing, as far as she could tell, a lot of black. Black boots. Black miniskirt, black wool duster. A stiff wind blew through the street and Cassie cursed the skirt and the lack of protection for her legs.
She shoved her hands into the pockets, one of them pressing against a flat rectangle. She circled her fingers around it, lifting it up and out. It looked like a mix between a cell phone and her iPod, if they were put on a hinge, sort of. Cassie fiddled with it, trying to figure out how it worked. She tried dialing the house phone, her mom's cell, and her dad's cell, and nothing worked. She tried 911. No dice. Cassie was completely unaware that she had turned on the holo function and was broadcasting to everyone who happened to have their tablet on at the time.
"I want my mom...." Cassie whispered, her chin trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.
((ooc: Well-Adjusted Cassie is a go!))
She reached the library in record time, pushing the door open with her shoulder, bag slung over her like a Miss Teen Wisconsin sash. Her arms were otherwise occupied, clutching a handful of books to her chest with one hand, texting her mother with the other, informing her that Cassie was going to be late for dinner if she had to hunt down this book elsewhere. Entering the library, she made a beeline towards the 100 section of the Nonfiction area of the library. She snorted a soft chuckle as she passed the occult and paranormal books, not believing in that stuff for a minute. People, their way of thinking, what causes them to do what they do, that was the true mystery.
Thin, pale fingers slid across spines leather, cloth, plastic, searching for that particular book. Cassie murmured the various titles to herself, blue eyes scanning the spines. No. No. No. That's not it. That's not it, either. Cassie went on a bit further before she froze, ring finger touching The savage god: A study of suicide. She'd found it. Oh, thank god. Cassie slipped the book off the shelf, adding it to the stack in her arms and made her way back up to the front counter to get it checked out.
A few minutes later, Cassie excited the library, intent on heading the parking lot in the west lot where she'd parked that morning. She took a shortcut through the commons, a grassy area where the 'totally awesome dudes' played frisbee. Halfway across the commons, the world suddenly turned on its stomach, causing Cassie's to leap into her throat as she dropped her books. Her hands went to her head and she exhaled a small moan at the wooziness that rushed through her.
When Cassie opened her eyes, she gasped. And then she gasped again. And promptly began coughing. She was no longer in the commons at UWEC. She was in the middle of a street, in a strange city she'd never seen before. "Oh, my god," Cassie whispered, reaching into her hoodie pocket for her cell phone, but finding that she wasn't wearing her hoodie. Or her jeans. Or anything she she'd put on that morning. She was wearing, as far as she could tell, a lot of black. Black boots. Black miniskirt, black wool duster. A stiff wind blew through the street and Cassie cursed the skirt and the lack of protection for her legs.
She shoved her hands into the pockets, one of them pressing against a flat rectangle. She circled her fingers around it, lifting it up and out. It looked like a mix between a cell phone and her iPod, if they were put on a hinge, sort of. Cassie fiddled with it, trying to figure out how it worked. She tried dialing the house phone, her mom's cell, and her dad's cell, and nothing worked. She tried 911. No dice. Cassie was completely unaware that she had turned on the holo function and was broadcasting to everyone who happened to have their tablet on at the time.
"I want my mom...." Cassie whispered, her chin trembling as tears welled up in her eyes.
((ooc: Well-Adjusted Cassie is a go!))