Longacre is shaken by a loud gasp, choked in Cassandra's throat as she bolts upright in her bed. Her hands scramble for something before her. Only to find her sheets in this cramped cot stuffed in the same school she'd been trapped in for... It must have been a month now.
...Had she been crying? She wipes her eyes, loudly chasing her breath, trying to calm nerves that burned in her chest.
Oh. Oh this explains some things. She needs to think, she needs space, she needs... fresh air.
Which the outside has in abundance. As soon as it becomes apparent that the doors are now opened, Cassandra dashes from the courtyard and into the woods. She just. runs. The wind whips her face, adrenaline burns. It's almost desperate, how she's pushing through the trees, stumbling more and more... until she trips, and tumbles into a heap of leaves and dead foliage in the underbrush.
Maybe if she just lays there, everything will be fine.
Eventually though, Cassandra has to get up, whether through her own power or someone else's intervention. Soon enough, she leaves the woods, trudging to the north, out of the woods and through the parking lot, coming to an eventual stop in front of something she does recognize: the road.
Road that stretches on, and on. It dips beyond the horizon with nothing else in sight. Except for corn. But she never really liked corn.
But it's something, isn't it?]
Okay... [She breathes, steadying herself.] Okay. We're in the middle of nowhere. This is a start.
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"A friend. Or at least I'd like to be."
Longacre is shaken by a loud gasp, choked in Cassandra's throat as she bolts upright in her bed. Her hands scramble for something before her. Only to find her sheets in this cramped cot stuffed in the same school she'd been trapped in for... It must have been a month now.
...Had she been crying? She wipes her eyes, loudly chasing her breath, trying to calm nerves that burned in her chest.
Oh. Oh this explains some things. She needs to think, she needs space, she needs... fresh air.
Which the outside has in abundance. As soon as it becomes apparent that the doors are now opened, Cassandra dashes from the courtyard and into the woods. She just. runs. The wind whips her face, adrenaline burns. It's almost desperate, how she's pushing through the trees, stumbling more and more... until she trips, and tumbles into a heap of leaves and dead foliage in the underbrush.
Maybe if she just lays there, everything will be fine.
Eventually though, Cassandra has to get up, whether through her own power or someone else's intervention. Soon enough, she leaves the woods, trudging to the north, out of the woods and through the parking lot, coming to an eventual stop in front of something she does recognize: the road.
Road that stretches on, and on. It dips beyond the horizon with nothing else in sight. Except for corn. But she never really liked corn.
But it's something, isn't it?]
Okay... [She breathes, steadying herself.] Okay. We're in the middle of nowhere. This is a start.