[Today, Cass is dressed like a normal person. She's sitting in the cafeteria with a mug of tea, perched in a chair with her knees drawn up to her chest and her oversized sweater pulled over them so she's just a blob of blue fabric with arms. Even the hood is up. With her chin on her knees and her eyes on the tea, she speaks to the comm quietly.]
Had all the words. Could make them, if I wanted. Could write. Talked normal. Was normal.
Couldn't see bodies talking. Didn't need. [Her fist comes up to rub at her temple.] Makes headaches, now.
Does that... happen a lot? Was confusing. Was not fun.
Had all the words. Could make them, if I wanted. Could write. Talked normal. Was normal.
Couldn't see bodies talking. Didn't need. [Her fist comes up to rub at her temple.] Makes headaches, now.
Does that... happen a lot? Was confusing. Was not fun.
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26/9/12 04:43 (UTC)[So much worry.]
...you mentioned talking bodies. Are you sure you're okay?
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26/9/12 04:52 (UTC)[Weird as she is, she doesn't see dead people, so at least she has that going for her!]
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26/9/12 05:02 (UTC)Oh! I was worried for a second. I see stuff sometimes, and I thought maybe you needed help.
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26/9/12 05:33 (UTC)See things? Like what?
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27/9/12 07:59 (UTC)Oh, just different stuff. The future, sometimes. Death. It's usually hard to make sense of...
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27/9/12 18:29 (UTC)(no subject)
28/9/12 06:51 (UTC)(no subject)
29/9/12 22:00 (UTC)[She's used to those looks, too. They hurt.]
I'm sorry you... see them.
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30/9/12 03:11 (UTC)It's alright. It is what it is--and 'what it is' is a pain in the ass. Sometimes they can be helpful, but most of the time, it sucks.