[Location: Fangtasia then Hack Residence]
Because walking is good for you, Cassie headed out into the city for a while. Hands shoved into the pockets of her hoodie, Cassie wandered, trying to avoid the areas where she remembered slaughtering people. As she was in the general area of Eric's vampire bar, she frowned, stopping for a moment. A tentative sniff was followed by a deeper one. Smoke. Something was on fire. Cassie scanned the rooftops, seeing the plume of smoke heading towards the artificial sky. Rushing in that direction, Cassie found the building that the map had entitled as 'Fangtasia'. Her heart froze in her chest at the sight of flames licking up the sides of the building, as if fueled by something other than gasoline.
"Oh my god!" Cassie exclaimed, rushing towards the entrance, the fire having destroyed the small red canopy that protruded overhead. She stopped short, seeing that the door had been ripped off its hinges. A small explosion from within, more than likely caused by alcohol, sent a wave of smoke and flames towards Cassie. She stumbled back, coughing hard to get the smoke from her lungs.
Panic held a tight grip on Cassie's chest. She didn't know who had been in the bar at the time of the...it had to be an attack. She hoped it wasn't. Whoever it was, they'd gotten out. Unless another explosion had caused the door to rip off like that. Cassie's no arson investigator-type person. She's just going on guesses and bad feelings. And she's not liking any of this. "Oh, god...." Cassie whispered, hugging herself gently, thinking the worst.
((ooc: Set a little while after the Scoobies are beamed up, up, and away.))
"Oh my god!" Cassie exclaimed, rushing towards the entrance, the fire having destroyed the small red canopy that protruded overhead. She stopped short, seeing that the door had been ripped off its hinges. A small explosion from within, more than likely caused by alcohol, sent a wave of smoke and flames towards Cassie. She stumbled back, coughing hard to get the smoke from her lungs.
Panic held a tight grip on Cassie's chest. She didn't know who had been in the bar at the time of the...it had to be an attack. She hoped it wasn't. Whoever it was, they'd gotten out. Unless another explosion had caused the door to rip off like that. Cassie's no arson investigator-type person. She's just going on guesses and bad feelings. And she's not liking any of this. "Oh, god...." Cassie whispered, hugging herself gently, thinking the worst.
((ooc: Set a little while after the Scoobies are beamed up, up, and away.))