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[Location: Edge of the Speares District][Voice] Someone was wearing their bad idea jeans
[Well, that was a bad fucking idea cherry to top the sundae of bad fucking ideas. Cassie'd stumbled across that Adria bitch and had actually picked a fight with that...fucking superpower-handed bitch. And Cassie got, maybe, two lucky hits in. The rest of the time she was getting her ass handed to her. She'd just managed to get away and fucking ached all over. She was lightheaded and wanted to pass the fuck out.
Can't.
Not far enough away.
Leaving her van where it was, parked a block or two away from where Adria had been preaching, Cassie made her way down an alley until she was sure that Adria wasn't following. At some point, when she was making her way down the alley, her tablet - which was attached to her wrist - turned on, activating the voice mode. She slumped to the ground, crying out quietly at the pain that lanced through her.]
Fuck me running.....
Can't.
Not far enough away.
Leaving her van where it was, parked a block or two away from where Adria had been preaching, Cassie made her way down an alley until she was sure that Adria wasn't following. At some point, when she was making her way down the alley, her tablet - which was attached to her wrist - turned on, activating the voice mode. She slumped to the ground, crying out quietly at the pain that lanced through her.]
Fuck me running.....
[voice]
Cassie?
[Yes, that is the Worried Voice]
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[Cassie coughs once, twice, glancing down at her wrist, hurting too much to lift her arm to turn it off.]
Rocketman....
Think I did somethin' really fucking stupid....
[voice]
[He doesn't even bother to correct her, wow this is bad.]
I've heard that, before. Stupid enough to need a doctor? [That rustling sound is him rummaging through drawers for anything he might need because he is so totally coming to get Cassie's dumb ass.]
Don't bother lying. Where are you?
[voice]
I dunno. Maybe. Bitch did some strange-ass fuckin' handglowy thing.
[A small sound is heard. A whimper as she attempted to get up while fighting off the need to pass out.]
Speares. I'm in Speares. In some fucking alley.
[voice]
[Simon is used to stupid people doing stupid things which he is then required to fix, don't worry.]
Yes, I'll bring my 'strange-ass handglowy thing' vaccinations.
[Sharply, upon hearing the whimper] Do not move. I'll be there in a few minutes. Concentrate on your breathing, don't pass out, and keep me informed if anything worsens drastically before I arrive.
[voice]
[Cassie chuckled again, weakly]
Again with the being a smart-ass.
[She nods a little, as if he could see her.] I'll try, Rocketman. [Cassie grows quiet, her eyes slipping closed as she concentrated on her breathing. Keeping it even. Not passing out.]
[voice]
What makes you think I don't have some?
[Protip: he doesn't.]
Now, you said an alley in Speares. What are you near? Buildings, landmarks, anything. If this is all the fight you're putting up, I'd rather be able to find you quickly than waste valuable time searching for you.
[voice]
Sarcasm's easy to read when I can just hear your voice, handsome.
I'm maybe a block south from the Deadmobile. Big white van. Can't miss it.
[Not gonna pass out. Nope. Uh-uh.]
[voice]
...Right.
[Out the door, not running at all it's a light jog, shut up, and then:]
Cassie. Cassie! Keep talking. And don't call me that ridiculous nickname again.
[Trying to goad her? Never.]
[voice]
You know I'm gonna. Can't stop it, Simon.
[Hey, she said the right name. For now. Muahaha.]
[voice]
[Clearly, the best way to keep her talking is to get snippy.]
I was unaware that the genetic anomalies on Earth that Was included a predisposition towards having a truly horrific sense of humor. Is it a family trait, or were you all merely insane?
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What did you do? Are you alright?
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I...fuck.
I thought I could stop her.
I was wrong.
[voice]
Where are you? Do you need help?
[voice]
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...that bad, huh. I'll... save my yelling for when you're better.
[voice]
[Breathes a weak chuckle]
Thanks.
[voice]
Rocketman. Really?
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[At least she's got her sense of humor intact.]
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Cassie? Y'alright?
[voice]
[A heavy, pained sigh]
You can return the favor, if you want. I won't get pissed.
[voice]
Oh, screw that, making fun of you isn't even fun. Where are you? Lemme come help.
[voice]
And if you won't make fun of me, I'll make fun of you. [She threatens weakly.] Call you girl names.
[She tries to sit up a little more and a broken hiss escapes through gritted teeth.]
Fuck me.