Cassie, surprisingly enough, actually liked the slightly cooler evenings out here. It was far more like the climate she was used to.

Add that overall comfort to the spa experience she'd just had, and she was feeling pretty refreshed. Everything that was going on had somehow been pushed out of the forefront of her mind, for the moment at least ( Read more... )

Cassie, once again was eyeing that canari. After a moment, steeling her resolve, she reached forward to run her finger down the etched patterns on the sides.

( She should know by now to keep her distance. )

Creepy whispers and eerie visions, not exactly conducive to a good nights sleep. Which meant Cassie was up unreasonably early standing by the window and fiddling restlessly with her necklace.

She eyed the canari on the sill warily for a long moment. Some days she had trouble remembering why on earth she'd even brought the thing along with her in ( Read more... )

Cassie was ever so slowly making her way back from the kitchen, a packet of cookies in hand. A little late night snack ( Read more... )

Cassie, still not always up on that whole 'being sociable' thing.

Which is why instead of being out and about on a Sunday talking to other people, she's lounging on her own bed flicking through a big purple book. A little research.

The door is propped open with a spare chair at least, in case anyone else is hanging around the dorms.

Cassie got back from her somewhat interrupted run and immediately showered and settled back into her day of not very much. She switched on her laptop and tied her hair up into a ponytail while she waited for it to load ( Read more... )

Name: Cassandra 'Cassie' Hughes/McBain.
Age: 17
Living Arrangements: Room #13 in the Main House with Thelma Bates (inshiningarmour)
Year of Origin: 2005
DoB: Unknown, but I'm giving her November 17th 1987
From: Guildford in Surrey, England.
Fandom: Hex (TV Series)

[Minor spoilers for the pilot episode of Hex below the cut.]

( You are sexy... in an unsuspecting novice nun sort of a way )

Generally, Cassie was relatively graceful. Today when she had a suitcase under her arm and a bag slung over one shoulder, she was less so. She nudged the door open with her foot, attempting to prop it open as she manouvred herself into the room ( Read more... )

This is Cassie, you've got my voicemail.

Leave a message if you want me to get back to you.

Spring '08

( Semester I: )