03-29-2018, 02:37 AM
(This post was last modified: 03-29-2018, 01:29 PM by Cassiopeia.)
Well, shit. It happened again. It was beyond sickening, with the guilt eating away at her very being, digging deeper and deeper until it left Cass in an irreversible state. Being the pawn of some disgusting killer was practically her entire existence, but somehow, she felt worse every damn time that something awful happened. Sure, Utopia was the one that carried everything out, but Cass was still the one that they trusted. Whether or not she liked it, she and Utopia were a team. They were two opposite halves of the same identity: Cassiopeia.
Her bloodied paws carried her far away from the scene, albeit against Cass's will. Apparently, Utopia wasn't willing to stick around long enough to let Cass bury the body. It was the least she could do to make it up to her friend- Even if she was dead now and probably wouldn't even notice, she wanted to be respectful. She couldn't, though, leading to the guilt gnawing away at her even more.
She didn't hold a conversation with the other girl. She was practically nonexistent in those few moments, only being able to see and hear. The faces and names she'd learn, and the damage that would be done to them. She'd stopped arguing with Utopia over it at this point. There really was no hope for her; she was the weak one. She couldn't fight. She couldn't do anything.
Coughing and sputtering, the girl's body crashed onto the shore. The salt stung her wounds, and the impact from her landing opened up a few of the wounds on her legs, causing blood to trickle down onto the wet sand. "Oh - oh, no no-" Cass's panicked voice came out, not directed at anyone in particular. Where the hell was she? How did she get here? Where was her medical bag? What did Utopia get her into this time?
As if brought over by her thoughts, her eyes landed on the stray, beaten-up satchel a few feet off from her. The waves pushed and pulled it slightly, although it seemed to remain stuck in the sand. Wobbling over to her prized bag, the feline would start to move away the sand from the bag, grabbing the strap of it with her teeth, and pulling as hard as she could.
Cass had overestimated it, falling back onto her butt, and flinging sand everywhere. Smooth. Real smooth. Huffing in annoyance, she got back up, dragging the satchel along with her, until she was far away from the rolling waves. She unzipped the soaked bag, breathing a small sigh of relief at the fact her supplies were held in a water-tight box. At least something was going right for once.
First, she replaced her eye patch, considering the fact that the other one was gross and soaked. Yeah, she didn't want that touching her. After about five minutes of replacing the many bandages and wraps on her body, she finally decided to assess her situation. Okay, she was on an island of sorts. There was a jungle that she could explore. So far, those were the only things she could figure out. Was there anyone else stuck here? Even worse, what if there were dangerous people stuck here?
Deciding to not take her chances with a possible fight, she stumbled her way into the forest, dragging her bag along with her. If there was anyone else here, she just had to hope that they wouldn't find her. Even if they were friendly, it'd only end up being risky for them. Even if she didn't want to be, Cass was a threat.
A sharp tug could be felt behind her, and a few seconds later, her supplies came tumbling out of the bag. Crap, she must've got it caught on something. "Ahh - oh. No, no- Crap, crap-" she kept muttering little 'craps' to herself while scrambling to pick up and dust everything off. Frustrated tears fell spilled out of her eyes, and crawled down her cheeks. Everything was a mess, and she was stressed beyond words. At this point, she was shaking and struggling to even put anything away, as she tried her best to stop her tears. If she had any idea of where she just wandered onto - and if she had any idea that she'd actually been spotted by a local, she probably would've been crying even more.
//hhh, sorry if this is a mess - most of this is just me rambling + it's pretty late at night. also, seriously, no need to match muse if you don't want to. i didn't expect to write as much as i did.
tl;dr: cass washes up on shore, and wanders into the jungle. she spills her medical supplies everywhere and starts crying.
Her bloodied paws carried her far away from the scene, albeit against Cass's will. Apparently, Utopia wasn't willing to stick around long enough to let Cass bury the body. It was the least she could do to make it up to her friend- Even if she was dead now and probably wouldn't even notice, she wanted to be respectful. She couldn't, though, leading to the guilt gnawing away at her even more.
She didn't hold a conversation with the other girl. She was practically nonexistent in those few moments, only being able to see and hear. The faces and names she'd learn, and the damage that would be done to them. She'd stopped arguing with Utopia over it at this point. There really was no hope for her; she was the weak one. She couldn't fight. She couldn't do anything.
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Coughing and sputtering, the girl's body crashed onto the shore. The salt stung her wounds, and the impact from her landing opened up a few of the wounds on her legs, causing blood to trickle down onto the wet sand. "Oh - oh, no no-" Cass's panicked voice came out, not directed at anyone in particular. Where the hell was she? How did she get here? Where was her medical bag? What did Utopia get her into this time?
As if brought over by her thoughts, her eyes landed on the stray, beaten-up satchel a few feet off from her. The waves pushed and pulled it slightly, although it seemed to remain stuck in the sand. Wobbling over to her prized bag, the feline would start to move away the sand from the bag, grabbing the strap of it with her teeth, and pulling as hard as she could.
Cass had overestimated it, falling back onto her butt, and flinging sand everywhere. Smooth. Real smooth. Huffing in annoyance, she got back up, dragging the satchel along with her, until she was far away from the rolling waves. She unzipped the soaked bag, breathing a small sigh of relief at the fact her supplies were held in a water-tight box. At least something was going right for once.
First, she replaced her eye patch, considering the fact that the other one was gross and soaked. Yeah, she didn't want that touching her. After about five minutes of replacing the many bandages and wraps on her body, she finally decided to assess her situation. Okay, she was on an island of sorts. There was a jungle that she could explore. So far, those were the only things she could figure out. Was there anyone else stuck here? Even worse, what if there were dangerous people stuck here?
Deciding to not take her chances with a possible fight, she stumbled her way into the forest, dragging her bag along with her. If there was anyone else here, she just had to hope that they wouldn't find her. Even if they were friendly, it'd only end up being risky for them. Even if she didn't want to be, Cass was a threat.
A sharp tug could be felt behind her, and a few seconds later, her supplies came tumbling out of the bag. Crap, she must've got it caught on something. "Ahh - oh. No, no- Crap, crap-" she kept muttering little 'craps' to herself while scrambling to pick up and dust everything off. Frustrated tears fell spilled out of her eyes, and crawled down her cheeks. Everything was a mess, and she was stressed beyond words. At this point, she was shaking and struggling to even put anything away, as she tried her best to stop her tears. If she had any idea of where she just wandered onto - and if she had any idea that she'd actually been spotted by a local, she probably would've been crying even more.
//hhh, sorry if this is a mess - most of this is just me rambling + it's pretty late at night. also, seriously, no need to match muse if you don't want to. i didn't expect to write as much as i did.
tl;dr: cass washes up on shore, and wanders into the jungle. she spills her medical supplies everywhere and starts crying.