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[hatethatbastard]

Characters: Kill Master,OPEN
Location: Outside near the back door.
Time: Noon. When all you should be eatng.
Content: Kill Master on campus jamming out.
Format: Anything you like BB.
Warnings: Kill Master. UNIVERSITY MEAL PLAN. UNIVERSITY MEAL PLAN

Comments

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie had been at the Institute for a few days now and she didn't much care for a lot of the people. It wasn't in any offense to them. She was just grumpy. She got her lunch and had no intention of going through the motions of finding a table to sit at. She remembered doing that in junior high and part of high school and it was really fucking political. So Cassie just said 'fuck it'.

She made her way...away from the cafeteria, soda in one hand, lunch in the other. She ended up near the back entrance, where an older guy was playing guitar. Arching an eyebrow, she settled herself on the ground a couple yards away, grumbling to herself quietly on just how much this sucks.

[hatethatbastard]

"You know, if you have any commentary, might as well say it where we all can hear it." Kill Master said after a few long minutes of playing a slightly slower and softer song than what he normally did.

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie looked up at the Kill Master, arching an eyebrow at his comment. Alright. He asked for it.

"This place fucking sucks. I don't got my knives. I don't got my guns. I don't have anything and it's boring as hell. My being here blows donkeys and I can't do anything about it because it's a goddamn government order." How's that for commentary?

[hatethatbastard]

"Alright, so what are you going to do?" He asked stopping and just plucking a few strings, he seemed over all unaffected by her commentary.

[slasher_slayer]

"Fuck if I know," Cassie sighs, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Can't leave. That's against the rules." Cassie adds, mimicking the government agent that had spoken to her about the reasons for her attending the Institute.

[hatethatbastard]

"So what are these rules?" he couldn't help but to feel sorry for the little hell raiser.

[slasher_slayer]

"I gotta finish my high school education and learn on how to control my abilities," Cassie scoffed. "I know how to control them." Which wasn't 100% the truth. She hadn't even known she was a mutant until she'd been arrested.

[hatethatbastard]

"That ain't too bad. But I am sure they are limiting you on whatever you use to do for fun."

[slasher_slayer]

"Can't leave the grounds without supervision. Can't use weapons of any kind without supervision," Cassie rambled off. "Didn't do much for fun. Hunted slashers for a 'living'. And I use that term lightly."

[hatethatbastard]

"What are slashers?" Kill Master asked taking a drag of his cigarette.

[slasher_slayer]

Cassie tilts her head to the side, chewing thoughtfully on her bite of sandwich. "They're...basically they're undead serial killers. Ya kill 'em once. Either they kill themselves as a 'fuck you' to the cops or the cops get 'em. And it could be weeks or years later, but they come back. Don't know how they come back but they do. Meaner, tougher, and harder to kill. But I kill 'em."

[hatethatbastard]

"Then what the fuck are you doing here besides the government telling you to be here?"

[slasher_slayer]

"Don't know. I didn't even find out I was a mutant until they'd tried to bring me in for questioning and I fought back," Cassie shrugged, taking a swig of her soda.

"I'm doing them a goddamn favor and they toss me in here."

[hatethatbastard]

"They tend to be a bit uptight, I personally think they should stay the fuck out of everyone's lives." he leaned back. "But then again, I live in the middle of the woods."