Room 212, Saturday [1/19]
Cassandra's eyes snapped open when she realized that she wasn't in her bed. She rolled immediately to the side, planning to drop to the floor and take stock, but ended up rolling into a wall instead. That made her immediately reverse direction which did lead to her landing on the floor in a crouch.
Something was very, very wrong. Why had she slept in her combat suit? Why had she slept with all of her gear still on? After reaching over her shoulder to make sure her katana was hanging properly she stalked over to the door and yanked it open.
"There better be a very, very good explanation for this," she growled under her breath as she prepared to go find some answers.
[ooc: Establishy and open. Cassandra is... herself, sort of. AU Cassandra Cain is the ruthless head of the League of Assassins. Unlike regular Cassandra, this one kills people for fun and profit. And she is not happy today.]
Something was very, very wrong. Why had she slept in her combat suit? Why had she slept with all of her gear still on? After reaching over her shoulder to make sure her katana was hanging properly she stalked over to the door and yanked it open.
"There better be a very, very good explanation for this," she growled under her breath as she prepared to go find some answers.
[ooc: Establishy and open. Cassandra is... herself, sort of. AU Cassandra Cain is the ruthless head of the League of Assassins. Unlike regular Cassandra, this one kills people for fun and profit. And she is not happy today.]