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Life: Altered 03.18 ~*~Tina/Cassandra
“What?”
“You can remake yourself into a
vision of who you want to be, and like that vision for what it is, because it’s
yours for the making.”
~*~*~*~*~*
Elsewhere
“Daisy…” Cassandra said in a mildly threatening voice,
and the Goth girl shot her a pair of dark green eyes.
uncomfortable, this is what she did, copycat.
“They took my guitar. You know what I’m like when I can’t play.” She said with a heated voice, and a sigh from
Cassandra. Daisy was pretending to be
the problem child, and she knew that it pissed Cassandra off to no ends.
“You skipped kitchens. What was
you off to play?” She said, and Daisy
sighed again, mimicking Cassandra. They
sat across from one another and then Daisy asked in a sweet voice.
“What is she like, this woman
of yours? I saw
she didn’t introduce us. Tell me?” Daisy asked and
seemed to know everything about someone the instant she met them.
“Her name is
nice; I think you might actually like her.”
“Nice, you fell in love with
nice? Why not wonderful? Why do you think I’d like her?” Daisy stated and Cassandra stood up, and
Daisy did too. “Ok, I’m being a brat.” She admitted and Cassandra crossed her arms
again, Daisy didn’t mimic her this time, she was being serious. She could tell that her mood had changed.
“You asked for a weekend pass,
where do you want to go and with whom?” Cassandra
asked and Daisy smiled, the smile looking alien on the young woman, and she
said in her always off the wall voice.
“LA, with you. I thought I needed to get to know this
She stated, and
“No.” Cassandra stated, and Daisy made the same
face, they were back to that game, were they?
as she stared her down.
“Why not? I’ve gone with you before, you scared I’ll
revert to my gothic ways? I always
behave when I’m with you.” Cassandra
sighed,
“I’m going to LA to meet
feeling very out of sorts going to LA to meet ‘the gang’ as
“Please?” Daisy begged and before
“Bring her along
Daisy’s eyes lit up, licking her lips and moving with a cat like grace
over to
“Charmed.” She said and
handful. She new it instantly and
“Oh boy.”
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(19 votes, average: 3.32 out of 5)
what a way to wind down, a lot of espresso, some JMG stories and nice cold weather. lovin Ro, how fucking hot is a latina packing a gun?? gotta love it!!!