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Figured as much, thanks for the heads up though, I look forward to your reply!
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((So sorry about the wait again! School has taken all my motivation and threw it out the window lol))
His stomach lurched. He wasnt sure of the reason. It might have been because he failed the mission or that he couldn't fathom letting Cass get away from him again,even though he knew she couldn't be her. Something in his mind just wouldn't let him believe it was her. "So you're just gonna leave then?" He asked,not really wanting an answer. He was just rambling,just trying to stall her.
The last thing Jay wanted was to go back to her a few weeks from now. The exchange wouldn't be as relaxed or as heartwarming. It would be filled with fear, horror and most likely anger. Even if it wasnt Cass,it still resembled her. He didnt want to have the last interaction with her to be negative.
Her words suprised him. Forget her? He couldn't stop thinking about her. How could he just forget her like that. He wanted to speak up, to make that clear to her. He knew it would all be useless in the end. "I'll see you again,Cass. Maybe not soon,but I will see you again. I will see the real you."
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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 tried to not listen to the words he spoke as she left. She tried to not let the words leave a sting in her heart as she merged with the crowd. She tried a lot of things to keep her head clear, to keep her emotions in check. Nothing she did seemed to do anything beneficial, only made everything sting more. She was walking away from her best friend who didn't seem to believe that she was really who she was and walking toward a life she really wanted nothing to do with. She buried her hands in her pockets and cast her gaze downward. His words played in her head like a melody that got stuck. Her cheek felt like ice from the absence of his touch. She forced herself to walk faster.
Before she knew it, she was crawling out of the tunnels. She hurried into the shadows of the yard. She ducked below windows and into bushes. She stopped below her bedroom window. How she was sure it was her window, well, she was taking a guess. It was open as she left it, but that didn't mean it was actually her window. She shook away the thought and found a grip in the brick. Three stories she needed to climb. Three f-cking stories she had to scale the brick wall with. No gloves, no climbing gear. In skinny jeans. If she could manage this she was defiantly going to have security upgraded. She needed to be quick before someone passed by and saw. She was thankful the window was hidden from street view. She began to pull herself up.
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((so sorry about the long wait again!))
He watched her leave, his stomach turning into a cluster of knots. Jay couldnt distinguish how he could feel -- his emotions were all over the place. The most prominent feeling, though, was annoyance. Annoyance because he let her walks away and annoyance because he didnt the situation didnt turn out like he wanted it to. He bit his lip and left the alleyway, heading back to the hideout.
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| [fancypost bgcolor=white; background: url(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…e165f3f2ef88930cb57ee.jpg) 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 ” |
[/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;]-- I'm honestly just glad you're still interested in this tbh. --
Cass shimmed through the open window and landed on the cool marble floor. She pulled herself to her feet and crossed the room to the door. She pulled it open and stuck her head into the hall, spotting Andrew standing on the right side of the frame. "Andrew, see to it that the security is strengthened, I got in too easily." He gave the typical nod and "yes, your grace" before walking off down the hall.
Cass turned back into her room, shutting the door with a quiet click. She sunk down against the dark wood, her hands lacing themselves through her hair. What had just happened? Breathe, Cass. Count back from ten and start at the beginning. Okay, the beginning. She had been coordinated, making her the Queen. Jay had been spotted sometime during the ceremony and guards have been sent after him. A guard, Andrew had followed him back to their old neighborhood and was threatened before he went and got Cass. With the help of Andrew she had escaped the palace and gone to find Jay herself. This is where it got confusing. She had run into him on the street and pulled him into an alleyway to speak privately. He didn't remember her. She tried to prove that it was her, but he didn't seem convinced. They argued about him coming back with her, and she decided that at that moment trying to convince him was a lost cause and left.
She felt oddly hollow and guilty. It also poised questions. Why didn't Jay remember her? What have they been doing to him? And how did Andrew know how to get out of the place unseen? If a guard knew of that wouldn't they inform their superiors to protect the palace? She'd have to discuss the last questions with Fredrick. Without managing to give away her little exploration.
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((It's a really interesting plot i love it a lot actually lmao my writers block is just triggered by stress lol))
He made it back to the hideout without difficulty. He had to look behind him a lot though, just in case. Jay would already be in trouble for letting himself be seen and talking with the Queen. If he let one of her guards follow him back, he would get into even more trouble.
He gritted his teeth as he remembered the events that happened a few moments ago. It infuriated him how the Queen tried to trick him. How dare she try to make her seem like Cass? Did she think he was so utterly stupid that he wouldn't be able to recognize his friend? He let out a angry huff before reaching the hideout.
He walked in carefully and silently,hoping not to be heard or seen. Unfortunately, like he had expected, Gulivan and Fiona were waiting for him. He sighed dreadfully as they both crossed their arms. They knew something went wromg during the mission and they demanded an answer. He felt like a kid again. It reminded him of the time when he had stayed out past curfew and when he came back, she was waiting for him in the living room. If he wasnt scared shitless,he would have chuckled or even smiled.
"What happened?" Gulivan snapped, his glare burning into Jay's skull. "You were late. You should have been back an hour ago."
Jay sighed heavily again, preparing himself for the reactions he would be getting. "I was spotted by the Queen's guards. They saw me and chased after me. One caught but I threatened him and he left. He told the Queen about it and she caught me." He tried his best to maintain contact with them both but it was really hard when they were both glaring at him.
Their faces, for a few spilt seconds, fell at the words. Most people wouldn't have caught it but Jay did. His stomach twisted into a bundle of knots as Fiona opened her mouth. "She talked to you?"
Jay gave a nod in response. Fiona stayed silent,glancing at Gulivan. Something was wrong, Jay realized. They werent as angry anymore,they seemed worried. He felt like he could just puke all over the floor.
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| [fancypost bgcolor=white; background: url(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…e165f3f2ef88930cb57ee.jpg) 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 paced the room, raking her hands through her hair. The more she thought the louder and angrier her footsteps got. She needed to blow off some steam, but more importantly she needed answers. She knew if she wanted answers she shouldn't trust anyone in the staff to find them for her. They wouldn't keep anything secret. She was surrounded by fools and flatterers who wanted nothing more than to see the street kid fail. Which was all the more reason for Cass to succeed at ruling the kingdom.
Now, Cass wouldn't call herself a spiteful person. Strong-willed, determined, resilient. Those were words she used to describe herself. But, like most people, when someone wanted nothing more than to see her fail, she went ahead and succeeded. Out of spite.
She'd need to get her own eyes and ears on the streets and within the palace. Find people who would whisper secrets into only her ear. It was a game of chess, this world she was thrown into. Unfortunately for them, Cass was very good at chess. She grew up on the streets after all.
Cassandra changed into a pair of grey joggers and a black tank top. She replaced her boots with sneakers and left her room. Her mind reeled as she jogged down the halls, pulling her hair back in the process. She knew there was a gym around here somewhere. It was just a matter of finding it.
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The room was filled with silence. It wasnt the normal silence that this place had. It was filled with tension and anxiety. Jay,at that moment, realized that he preferred being scolded loudly than this. He had to break the silence, it was killing him too much. "She tried to tell me something, but I didn't believe her."He said.
Gulivan turned his attention back to Jay. He bit his lip before speaking. "What did she tell you?" He asked, slowly and hesitantly.
"She told me she was an old friend." He replied, casually wiping his palms on his pants. He tried to do it subtly so they wouldnt notice he was nervous. "I didn't believe her of course." He added.
"Are you still loyal to us?" Fiona chimed in, her mouth turning into a straight line. She tried to read Jay's face. Fiona was always good at reading emotions. If Jay lied, she would definitely know.
"Of course." He asked, scrunching his face up. It was a very stupid question,in his opinion. Of course he was still loyal! Just because the enemy fed him lies doesnt mean that he would betray them.
Gulivan, who seemed satisfied at the answer, gave Jay a nod. "Go back to your quarters. We'll talk more about this soon." He ordered. Jay responded with a nod and a quick salute. Jay walked off in the direction of his room.
As he walked, thoughts crawled into his head. Why had they looked that way? Why had they reacted in that way? A shiver ran down his spine. They were hiding something. Jay didn't like to be kept in secret. He was going to find out what they were hiding.
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| [fancypost bgcolor=white; background: url(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pini…e165f3f2ef88930cb57ee.jpg) 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 found the gym with surprising ease. Maybe because of her routine of working out until she couldn't move when she woke up in the middle of the night plagued by nightmares. Or she just followed the smell of sweat and bleach that was universally specific to gyms.
She strode through the glass doors, both pleased and disappointed to find it empty. Empty meant no one to spar with, but it also meant no one to watch her take all her anger, frustration and self-loathing out on the bag. Empty meant no one would watch the Queen push herself beyond her physical limits, past the point of exhaustion for a slim chance she wouldn't wake up from nightmares of Jay every three hours.
Cass pulled her hair back into a ponytail, knowing fully well it would not stay, and crossed the room to one of the various punching bags. She didn't bother to wrap her hands. The pain was good. It grounded her, no amount of scolding would ever change that. She put her left foot forward, bending her knees and keeping on her toes. Her heart already beat in her ears, the music playing in the room already faded into the background. She pulled a breath through her nose and forced it out her mouth.
Jab. Hook. Jab. Hook. Jab, hook.
The world around her was replaced with the sting of her knuckles against the canvas, the sounds each punch made and the rattling of the chains as the heavy bag swung. Her mind was blank, only counting and marking each swing before changing the hits or adding a kick. Both rhythmic and chaotic at once.
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Jay made it to his room, his arms crossed over his chest. Something was fishy. It was irking him. He felt like the information was right under his nose but he just couldnt grab it. It felt like the sensation of a mosquito bite in a place were it wasnt publicly acceptable to scratch.
He laid down on his bed and stared at the cieling for a while. "Come on Jay." He muttered under his breath. "You have to figure out something." Despite what seemed to be a pep talk, nothing came to mind. He huffed out angrily, biting his lower lip. He could just sleep it off and think of a plan tomorrow. That seened like a good idea but he knew that would be consider procrastinating. He shrugged to himself. He needed the sleep. Maybe his dream could have a plan. He closed his eyes and somehow found a way to sleep.
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Do you want to skip to the next day?
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((Sure I dont mind! Could you start it though? Im a little burnt out))
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| [fancypost bgcolor=white; background: url(http://static.tumblr.com/kcvbp…bs4my/peggycartericon.jpg) 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 woke to the sound of shuffling in her room. Her eyes were still heavy, her body beginning to become sore. She had severely overworked herself the previous night. Only returning to her room at some ungodly hour after being caught by a guard on his rounds. She had dragged herself though a shower and promptly collapsed on the bed in a tank top and sweatpants. She couldn't remember if she brushed her teeth. Not that it really mattered now.
She rolled over and pulled a pillow over her head, only to have it gently pried from her grasp. "Your Grace, it's time for breakfast." Mary. Cass let out a rather childish groan and pushed herself up onto her forearms.
"Yeah. 'Course. Let me just.. Gotta get dressed." Her voice was gravely with sleep, slipping back into the dialect of the streets. The way she spoke before all this, familiar and improper. Fredrick would have scolded her for it, but Mary only stepped back and motioned toward the clothes set out on the dresser. Cass rubbed the sleep from her eyes and tossed her legs over the side of the bed. "Thank you, Mary. And my name's Cass."
"Of course, your Grace." Cass sighed, knowing full well her efforts to be called anything but your Grace by someone she saw daily was in vain. Instead she just watched as Mary excused herself before she set about getting ready. If she was to be completely honest, having breakfast while Fredrick listed all the things that needed to be done was one of the last things she wanted to do. Alas, she didn't have much say in the matter. She couldn't even decide what she wanted to eat for breakfast. It wasn't like the food was bad, no, it was amazing. But sometimes she wanted to choose things for herself, not just eat whatever was being served. She wanted the choice to pick pancakes over eggs. Or eat light instead of the feast prepared. Cassandra was beginning to realize she was deprived of her own freewill. The thought seemed hypocritical, she was the Queen, she called the shots. But in all honesty, she really didn't. She had a council of advisors that did more of the ruling than she did. She hadn't been Queen officially for more than a day, but it was very clear she was little more than a figurehead. Maybe it was for the best. She really didn't know the first thing about running a county. Typically heirs to the throne are taught what to do from a very early age, not thrown into orphanages.
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((Sorry this took so long again! I thought I would have a computer by now but stuff happens I guess))
Jay woke up before his alarm. He checked the time to make sure he hadnt overslept. He was supposed to wake up a few hours from now, giving him enough time to snoop around. He smirked to himself as he climbed out of bed. He didn't bother getting changed. It would just delay him. Plus, no one was supposed to see him.
He snuck out of his room as quietly as he could. He made sure to close the door so if anyone passed his room, they wouldn't get suspicious. He crept down the hallway, staying close to the wall. He crouched some to make himself less visble, just like how he had learned. He would have laughed at the irony. He was using their own tricks against them.
Jay turned a corner. "Where is it?" He mumbled to himself. He was looking for some kind of information room. It waz taking him too long. He feared that he would use the whole time to try and find the room.
Frustartion built up inside him. Right as he was about to quit, he found it. His eyes lit up and he messed with the door knob. It was locked. He grimaced and cursed. "Of course it would be locked, idiot." He spat at himself. He sighed loudly and went back to his room, louder than before. It didn't matter if someone found him now. He went to the training yard. He was up early so he might as well ger started.
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Cass dressed and set off to the dining room. She was staring to find her away around with growing ease, she wasn't sure if that disturbed her or not. Cass could learn every nook and cranny of the place and she still wouldn't belong. Don't get her wrong, the palace was like Heaven compared to her cruddy little apartment. But it still wasn't hers. The apartment wasn't hers either, but she paid for it, she kept it clean, she took care of it. It was her responsibility not some servants.
She entered the hall and slid into the chair at the head of the table. The room was far larger than needed. Grand, arched ceilings and paneled white walls accented in gold and blue. The chocolate wooden floors matched the wood of the furniture. Cass had to admit it was befitting of a palace. It just always felt too empty for her. Especially when it was just her and Fredrick. Maybe she should request dining in her office with Mary or someone. But that would be rude.
Fredrick looked up from his papers as a plate of waffles was set in front of Cass. He beamed at her, the wrinkles around his eyes becoming more apparent in the action. "Good morning, Your Grace. How do you feel?" How did she feel? She gave a small shrug and sawed through the waffle with the side of her fork.
"Fine, I suppose?" He nudged a knife at her. She gave her eyes a small roll and picked up the utensil.
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