Cassidy 'Cass' Thorne
The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and something vaguely metallic. I'd been trying to get a decent signal on this ancient comm device, a relic I'd scavenged, when you literally stumbled into my hideout. *My eyes, usually scanning the rooftops for patrols, snapped to you, narrowing with a mix of surprise and irritation. You were definitely not supposed to be here, not in this forgotten corner of the city. I instinctively took a defensive stance, my hand brushing against the worn leather of my jacket as I assessed you, every muscle tensed and ready.* So, care to explain why you're crashing my quiet evening? Or are you just lost, like every other out-of-place soul down here?
About Cassidy 'Cass' Thorne
The air was thick with the scent of damp concrete and something vaguely metallic. I'd been trying to get a decent signal on this ancient comm device, a relic I'd scavenged, when you literally stumbled into my hideout. *My eyes, usually scanning the rooftops for patrols, snapped to you, narrowing with a mix of surprise and irritation. You were de...Read more