let me save you [PAFP] hold this rope and i'll pull you in

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    AGE: Twenty-five
    PRONOUNS: She/her
    FACE CLAIM: Hayley Atwell




    “ hindsight's a wonderful thing when we're all experts who pretend where's a good place to begin let's start with the truth 'cause it gets you in the end hangin' the past out to dry string it up all of your regrets ”

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    Cassandra pushed aside the drainage grate. She climbed up to the surface, the palace walls looming behind her. She looked back down at Andrew and gave a nod of thanks. He had led her through the service halls and to one of the various castle courtyards. As if he had practiced traveling this route he pushed aside bushes, removed a grate and motioned for her to get into the tunnel. It had felt like they traveled for an hour in the tight and damp tunnel system, but she had been informed it had only been five minutes. She replaced the gate on the outside. "You head back and don't tell a soul about this. Should this all go smoothly, you'll find yourself with a handsome promotion."
    "Yes, Your Grace. Good luck, Your Grace." She hated the title already.
    "Cass. After what you're doing for me, you can call me Cass. Now hurry back." He gave her a salute which was awkward in the tightness of the tunnel and sprinted back the way they had came.


    Cass straightened herself and began running away from the palace. She kept to the alleys, her mind running over the plans again. She was to head back to her old neighborhood and try to find Jay - which was obviously the main objective of this mission. She was to return before dawn at Andrew's insistence with or without Jay through the tunnels she escaped through. From there she was to sneak around the palace and climb through her bedroom window and alert Andrew of her return. After that, well she was going to play it by ear.


    The familiar scents of her home hit her like a wave. She heard the familiar clattering from the pub two doors down, the smell of fresh bread and cakes wafting from the bakery across the street, children running around playing, mother's calling their kids in for dinner. Cass suddenly realized she missed all this. Things so mundane as having loud neighbors seemed like a luxury now. She was homesick.


    She tugged the collar of her jacket up and made her way into the street. Would people recognize her? Her face had been plastered across TVs this afternoon. Would she be declared a traitor for leaving them all and escaping to a life a luxury in a palace even if it wasn't at her own will? She shoved the thought aside. She had to find Jay, that was all that mattered. Her chocolate gaze scanned the crowds as she walked among them, face obscured by a baseball cap. She had to find him. She had to.
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    He suddenly started to think of Cass. It was against the rules to meet family and friends but Jay had to go see her one more time. They never probably said goodbye. Or at least he thought they didnt. He couldn't remember much about the day that Jay left. He just wanted to make sure he said bye to her. Gulivan would probably understand.


    Jay made his way to their old neighborhood. He made sure to avoid any familiar faces. If they realized he was here, there would probably be water works. Jay really did not have time for that. As he walked among the crowd, he spotted a familiar sight--Cass's jacket. His stomach turned in excitement. That had to be her, no one else wore it. He ran up to her. "Cass!" He called out to her.

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    AGE: Twenty-five
    PRONOUNS: She/her
    FACE CLAIM: Hayley Atwell




    “ hindsight's a wonderful thing when we're all experts who pretend where's a good place to begin let's start with the truth 'cause it gets you in the end hangin' the past out to dry string it up all of your regrets ”

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    Words spill from her as a dam breaks, everything she wanted to say to him since the kidnapping spilling out in a chorus of "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." The words were thick in her mouth, holding more emotion than she'd let through in the past weeks. She wanted to offer more than "I'm sorry" but words weren't really her friend at the moment. She feared that if she tried to say more, she'd break down. She squeezes him tighter and breaths in the familiar scent. For a moment, she's not the Queen, she's not even twenty-five. She's six and she's running down the docks barefoot with Jay in tow to go see the ships coming in. She's ten and laying on his bedroom floor because she snuck out of the orphanage and had no other place to run. Cass loosened her hold and breathed out another "I'm so sorry."
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    Jay stared at the lady who came running at him. He instantly recognized her as the Queen. He cursed softly again, backing away to run away from her but she got him before he could. Jay tensed up at her touch. He was going to be thrown in the dungeon or worse, executed. He winced at the thought of it befote realizing she was hugging him.


    He stared down at the Queen with a confused and blank stare as she stared to apologize to him. What was she apologizing for? He wasnt exactly sure but he knew one thing -- She stole Cass'a jacket. He pushed her away, grabbing the jacket sleeve. "Where did you get this?" He growled. "Where did you get this?" He repeated, saying it more harshly.

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    AGE: Twenty-five
    PRONOUNS: She/her
    FACE CLAIM: Hayley Atwell




    “ hindsight's a wonderful thing when we're all experts who pretend where's a good place to begin let's start with the truth 'cause it gets you in the end hangin' the past out to dry string it up all of your regrets ”

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    She took the hand he had grabbed her sleeve with in her own, noticing the roughness of it. Her mind raced with a million thoughts and scenarios. While she was being fitted to be Queen, what did they do to him? What did he go through while she sat around and commanded others to search for her. How selfish of her! How absolutely horrible. She was the absolute worst. She should have been out there, scouring the streets from the first moment, turning over every stone until she found him. She could beat herself up about it later (and she would), right now she had to make him remember or at least allow her to help. If she could just get him to agree to come back with her, she'd offer him the best protection and care a person could ever dream of.


    She tried her voice again. The words were soft and easy flowing from her lips like water in a stream. She felt she might need to offer more of an explanation if he truly didn't recognize her. She'd give it to him. She'd sit here in this alley for days, telling him everything to help him remember. He deserved a better friend than her. But she was going to help him whether he liked it or not. "It's me, Cass."
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    His face tightened into a stern expression. How dare the Queen try to impersonate Cass? Anger boiled inside of him and he pulled his hand away. "You are not Cass." He hissed at her. Jay liked to think of himself as a nice guy but in a situation like this, he couldnt help letting his mean side out. "I can't believe you are trying to impersonate her to get to me." He figured that they figured out their plan to kidnap the Queen. He had no idea why they would send the Queen by herself though. "Well,let me tell you lady, you are not Cass or will you ever be."

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    AGE: Twenty-five
    PRONOUNS: She/her
    FACE CLAIM: Hayley Atwell




    “ hindsight's a wonderful thing when we're all experts who pretend where's a good place to begin let's start with the truth 'cause it gets you in the end hangin' the past out to dry string it up all of your regrets ”

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    "When the hunt for the missing Queen got closer to our neighborhood, you had the idea of sneaking onto a fishing boat and getting the hell away from the city." No one would know that. They hadn't told a soul about it. "We didn't tell anyone, we left in the dead of night and sprinted down toward the docks." As she continued to retell the event, she got swept up in it. She could hear their feet beating down the street, smell the ocean as they reached the crest of the hill. "we got cut off by a white van. We fought, naturally. What else would you expect from us." If the memory of the fight wasn't so raw, she might have smiled. "They knocked me unconscious and took you. And it was the next day when I found out I was the missing Queen." She rubbed the back of her neck, turning her gaze down and finding the ground was the most interesting thing right now. "I've been trying to find you for weeks, Jay."
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    He stared at "Cass". He faintly remembered the night. Jay remembered the plan and the running, but thats all he could seem to remember before his head started to hurt. He put a hand on his forehead and rubbed his temples some, breaking eye contact with her.


    If she was Cas, then why couldn't he remember her? Cass didn't look like her, he would remember her otherwise. "You arent Cass." He said again, this time more softer. "I would remember you."

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    AGE: Twenty-five
    PRONOUNS: She/her
    FACE CLAIM: Hayley Atwell




    “ hindsight's a wonderful thing when we're all experts who pretend where's a good place to begin let's start with the truth 'cause it gets you in the end hangin' the past out to dry string it up all of your regrets ”

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    Cassandra could only offer a shrug of her shoulders. "I don't know why you don't remember me. Or my face at least." She gave his hand a squeeze, afraid that if she were to let go he'd vanish before her eyes and she'd be back at square one. She wasn't about to let him get away. Not now, not after weeks of gut-wrenching worry. "But, it's really me."


    She tore apart her memories trying to think of something only the two of them would know, but it seemed useless. How could he be sure she hadn't really told anyone? Her word had always been good before, but now things were different. "Ask me something only I'd know." It seemed like a good place to start, but having this whole discussion in an alley probably wasn't the best idea. Maybe they should go somewhere secure, where no one could eavesdrop. She wanted to suggest it, but she feared that would put him on edge again and she'd loose whatever trust she was starting to build. If he wanted to move locations to talk, he'd have to be the one to suggest it.
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    ((Okay great ^^ Thanks for letting me know!))


    Jay let her hold his hand this time, finding strange comfort at the touch. He didn't know what to do. His heart was telling him,screaming at him that this was Cass. But his mind was not cooperating. It was yelling at him that this was all a trick and that the Queen could never be Cass.


    Once she asked the question,Jay scraped at their memories. He had told Cass a lot of things-- his first love, his future plans and even all of his fears. It was so hard to pick one. If they did take Cass, they could easily get this information after all. But he knew Cass. There was one thing she would never tell anyone. They had promised under no circumstances would they tell another living soul. "What is my biggest fear?" He asked, staring her down.

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    AGE: Twenty-five
    PRONOUNS: She/her
    FACE CLAIM: Hayley Atwell




    “ hindsight's a wonderful thing when we're all experts who pretend where's a good place to begin let's start with the truth 'cause it gets you in the end hangin' the past out to dry string it up all of your regrets ”

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    Cassandra pulled him further into the alley and away from prying ears. She knew the answer like the back of her hand. Although, she almost wished she didn't. She didn't like thinking of anything that harmed her friend in any form of the word. Alas, he asked and she had to answer. "Clowns, Jay. You're petrified of clowns." She understood the fear, she was creeped out by them as well. But he had it worse. Once, she had the dumb idea of borrowing a costume and hiding in Jay's closet until he came into his room. She got punched. It really wasn't hard to wonder why she didn't have many friends. It was meant to be a harmless scare, honest, she didn't have a complete understanding of his phobia at the time.


    She was thankful her greatest fear was a little more difficult to scare her with. The thought of it brought a lump to her throat. It hadn't seemed possible that she would ever come into a situation to face it, but with the way her life twisted on her it might happen. Taphophobia; the fear of being buried alive. She shoved aside the thought, now was not the time to dwell on her own fear. Her entire focus was on Jay, it had to be. He was right here in front of her, letting her grip his hand like her life depended on it. The only problem seemed to be that she didn't remember her face.
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    ((Tbh I didnt have anything in mind for Jay's fear so it doesn't matter much to me-))


    His eyes widened some. "Y-You're right." He mumbled softly. How could she possibly know that? No one knew about his fear -- He waited a few years until he actually got the courage to tell Cass. And he knew Cass. She wouldn't give his fear away even if it meant getting totured. That meant that the queen had to be Cass. But for some reason, he couldnt just accept it. He couldnt accept that Cass was the Queen, that she was the one he had to kidnap.


    ((Sorry for the late response. Writers block hit me out of no where))

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    AGE: Twenty-five
    PRONOUNS: She/her
    FACE CLAIM: Hayley Atwell




    “ hindsight's a wonderful thing when we're all experts who pretend where's a good place to begin let's start with the truth 'cause it gets you in the end hangin' the past out to dry string it up all of your regrets ”

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    "Do you believe it's really me now?" Cassandra didn't want to let herself hope, but she couldn't help it. Would he come with her if she suggested returning to the palace? She had to suggest it, she couldn't leave him. Not after everything she's done to find him. She knew she had to hurry, Andrew wouldn't be able to keep people out of her room for long. She was a Queen now, as much as she wished she wasn't, she had responsibilities. She allowed herself one deep breath and offered the question. "I know, it's weird and all - me being Queen and you not remembering me - but come back to the palace with me." She let the words breathe for a minute, then panic seeped in. "You'll be safe from whoever kidnapped you. You can eat as much as you'd like, whatever you'd like. Sleep on the softest bed in the history of the world. Please, come back with me."


    Cass was never one to really beg for anything, she never liked giving people the satisfaction. But now, she was one "no" away from dropping to her knees and pleading with him like her life depended on it. She stared at him with large brown eyes, waiting for an answer. She wasn't leaving this alley without him. He was her friend.
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    ((I have high muse too its just that my brain just fizzles out like it doesnt know how to write lmao))


    Jay scoffed at her. "You think I was kidnapped?" He said. He couldn't help but smile like it was a funny joke or something. "Please, if they had kidnapped me I would have ran far far away from there a while ago." Sure, they did take him against his free will but he didnt consider it kidnapping. It didnt even cross his mind once that he was kidnapped. "They are making a better person. Someone that can actually change the world. Why would I give that up to live a life of comfort?" He was changing the world. He was getting rid of evil people, people that corrupted the goverment and cheated people out of their money. They also got rid of gang leaders and any one else causing trouble. They weren't bad people. They killed for good.

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    AGE: Twenty-five
    PRONOUNS: She/her
    FACE CLAIM: Hayley Atwell




    “ hindsight's a wonderful thing when we're all experts who pretend where's a good place to begin let's start with the truth 'cause it gets you in the end hangin' the past out to dry string it up all of your regrets ”

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    Cass narrowed her eyes. So that's what they were telling him. She understood wanting to do good, and she believed that he thought he was doing good. She took a step back, still not releasing his hand. She had to go about this the right way. Obviously what she had offered was wrong, but he wasn't leaving so she still had time to correct her mistakes. Her voice softened, holding a variety of emotions she couldn't even place. "Is that what they told you?"


    She rubbed at the back of her neck trying to find the right words. Words that wouldn't send him further away from her. "Jay, they're not good people. They think their cause is just. I understand that. I also understand that the world is a corrupt, horrible place and we got thrown right in the middle of the mess, but they're... wrong." She turned her gaze away from him, looking at him would make what she was about to say even harder. "The Black Cats operate through fear and assassinations. There are better ways to make the world better. Ways that don't involve spilling unnecessary blood."


    She turned back to him, taking in his features before they got lost and fuzzy in her mind. Her voice was barely above a whisper now. "Makes me wonder what they told you about me."
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    ((That's fine! I have school coming up soon anyways))


    He felt anger boil inside of him, which frankly kind of scared him. He was talking to the person who seemed to be Cass and he was getting mad at her. He usually never got mad at Cass, aside from the silly fights they had. The anger frightened him but he found no way to calming it down.


    "No, you're wrong." Jay argued defensively. "Killing might not be the best way to clean up this hell hole but I dont see you do anything about it. You just sit on your little throne and watch everyone suffer!"

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    [fancypost bgcolor=white; background: url(https://cospix.net/files/355/1…a7dbe8b1b74e1da54e0bc297f) center; background-size: cover; height: 130px; width: 110px; border: solid 5px white; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: 5px;][/fancypost] [fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 220px; height: 200px; text-size: 9px; color: black; text-align: justify; font-family: arial; line-height: 13px; margin-top: 10px; margin-left: -5px;]NAME: Cassandra Drago
    AGE: Twenty-five
    PRONOUNS: She/her
    FACE CLAIM: Hayley Atwell




    “ hindsight's a wonderful thing when we're all experts who pretend where's a good place to begin let's start with the truth 'cause it gets you in the end hangin' the past out to dry string it up all of your regrets ”

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    Cass heard the anger in his voice, felt it hit her life a wave. She was not on the right track of bringing him home. "A throne I never wanted. A throne I took so I could find you quicker because the weeks when I didn't know where you were, if you were alive or not, were the worst weeks of my life." She fiddled with the zipper of her jacket. "I'm not going to fight with you. You're my best friend. But I didn't have a choice when it came to the throne. You have a choice when it comes to staining your hands or not." Her voice was beginning to rise, her pulse quickening as she absorbed some of his anger.


    She turned her chin toward the sky peaking through the buildings. She did her best to not let the anger he directed at her ignite her own temper. She could be calm. Just this once, she had to be calm. He was her friend. "I get that the last person you'd expect me to be is the Queen. I probably hate it as much as you, if not more. I get that you think I'm going to do nothing but sit around and get fat while people stave in the streets like I did as a child. I get it." Cass kept her eyes narrowed on the black sky, wishing she could see some kind of stars in the damned city. "I get that you think they're right, and I'm wrong. I also understand that you'll never trust me again after this. It breaks my heart, but I get it." She allowed herself to sigh, pushing all forms of emotion from herself through her painted lips. "I don't really want to go back without you, but I understand going back to the palace and abandoning your friends," she let the venom-laced word sit in the air for a moment, "is the last thing you want. I don't know how to convince you anymore. I'll admit I rushed out without a plan, not very unusual for me. I just don't know what to say anymore, and I don't want to argue with you." She kept her gaze up, not wanting to even chance meeting his eye. She was at a loss. She didn't think things through. She thought he'd remember her, that he'd want to stay together and be safe. She didn't think he was developing some kind of Stockholm Syndrome.


    This was probably the one fight in her life she would have to walk away from.
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    ((Tell me about it.))


    He took a deep breath, exhaling a deep sigh. His anger seemed to wash away some, which he was grateful for. He did snap a little harshly at her. It wasnt his fault, he retorted in his thoughts. She started it. God, he sounded so childish right now. He would have laughed if the situation wasnt so dire.


    As he embraced the awkward silence that linger between them, his mind couldnt help but wandering to his misson. Kidnap the queen. The words echoed in his head. He had an opportunity to do it now. All he had to do was take her. It wouldn't work. She would kick and thrash and just be a hassle. So, he came up with a plan.


    "Cass," He started, his hand going into his hair. "I-I'll go with you. I'll go to the palace." He let the words set into the air before speaking up again. "I just cant do it today. I cant go right now." He removed his hand from his hair and moved it to her cheek hesitantly. "Can we meet up again?" He whispered softly.

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    AGE: Twenty-five
    PRONOUNS: She/her
    FACE CLAIM: Hayley Atwell




    “ hindsight's a wonderful thing when we're all experts who pretend where's a good place to begin let's start with the truth 'cause it gets you in the end hangin' the past out to dry string it up all of your regrets ”

    [/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#E3E3E3; width: 400px; height: 280px; border:none; margin-top: -5px;][fancypost bgcolor=transparent; border: none; width: 370px; height: 240px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 370px; height:240px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 370px; min-height: 240px; padding: 0px; font-size: 9px; line-height: 11px; text-align: justify; color: black; font-family: verdana;]Cass let him put a hand to her cheek. She reviled in the touch and it took everything she had to not pull him into her arms and break down. She had found him and she was loosing him again. She knew where his loyalty was, and it wasn't with her anymore. That had been very clear. "I can't, Jay. I can't." She put her hand on the one holding her cheek and ran her thumb over his knuckles mindlessly. "I have responsibilities now. I can't sneak out like this if I'm actually going to do some good." She averted her gaze, sparing a glance at her hand still holding his. "I can't sneak around like a rebelling teenager. I shouldn't even be out now."


    She felt like her heart was crumbling, but she couldn't sneak out again. She was already risking Andrew's job. What was going on at the palace now? Had someone noticed she was gone? Panic was beginning to set into her. She had to return soon. "I had the guards looking for you since I couldn't myself. When you can, just come to the palace." She closed her eyes and found herself letting go of the breath she wasn't aware she was holding. "I have to go. I'm going to get so many people in trouble if they find out I'm here." She placed a kiss on his cheek and stepped back, pulling his hand with her until she released his fingers. She let her hand drop to her side. Her gaze swept over him, trying to etch him into her memory. Ha, as if he's not the only thing she thinks about.


    She shook her head and turned down the alley. She hesitated at the edge of it, her nails digging into her palms. She turned around and forced an easy-going smile, "try not to forget about me, 'kay?" Cass pulled the collar of her jacket up and continued on her way.
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