Cassidy Williams
Oct 9th, 2002, 05:49:29 PM
She was tiny. Standing at only four feet eleven inches and weighing in at eighty-nine pounds, Cassidy Williams earned her nickname "Nymph". She was a textbook bookworm and looked every bit the part. Her straight brown hair was parted strictly down the middle and braided on either side of her head. Clark Kent glasses slid down her nose and were pushed up every few minutes. A t-shirt, jeans and oversized windbreaker completed the outfit, along with a soft cloth book bag that was always filled.
Weaving her way through the crowds was easy for Cassidy. Almost no one noticed her and being so small made it possible to slip by, even under, others.
"A22... A22..."
Ah, here it was! She stopped at one of the lockers in the spaceport, a dingy blue one with a metal plate swinging from a single loose screw. Taking a key from her pocket, the adolescant inserted it in the lock and swung the squeaking door open. The first thing one would notice were the news clippings. The door and inside of the locker were covered in them, all pertaining to one man: Sanis Prent.
Cassidy took a moment to stare at each in turn, scanning over the words that she had known ever since she had taken an interest in him. Sighing, she finally turned her attention to the leather pouch at the back of the locker. She stood on her tiptoes and grunted, trying to reach it. No luck. Biting her lip thoughtfully, Cassidy tried again, straining harder to reach and jumping when that didn't work. When she failed to reach it again, Cassidy let out a groan.
"Arrgh... I hate being short!"
She really shouldn't ask for help... You never knew who to trust and in the wrong hands those papers could get her father into even more trouble than he was already in.
Ah well, it was his fault in the first place. Grabbing the sleeve of the first person who walked by, Cassidy flashed what her old man affectionatly called "Bambi eyes".
"Excuse me... Could I borrow you for a moment? I need help reaching my... Book report..."
Weaving her way through the crowds was easy for Cassidy. Almost no one noticed her and being so small made it possible to slip by, even under, others.
"A22... A22..."
Ah, here it was! She stopped at one of the lockers in the spaceport, a dingy blue one with a metal plate swinging from a single loose screw. Taking a key from her pocket, the adolescant inserted it in the lock and swung the squeaking door open. The first thing one would notice were the news clippings. The door and inside of the locker were covered in them, all pertaining to one man: Sanis Prent.
Cassidy took a moment to stare at each in turn, scanning over the words that she had known ever since she had taken an interest in him. Sighing, she finally turned her attention to the leather pouch at the back of the locker. She stood on her tiptoes and grunted, trying to reach it. No luck. Biting her lip thoughtfully, Cassidy tried again, straining harder to reach and jumping when that didn't work. When she failed to reach it again, Cassidy let out a groan.
"Arrgh... I hate being short!"
She really shouldn't ask for help... You never knew who to trust and in the wrong hands those papers could get her father into even more trouble than he was already in.
Ah well, it was his fault in the first place. Grabbing the sleeve of the first person who walked by, Cassidy flashed what her old man affectionatly called "Bambi eyes".
"Excuse me... Could I borrow you for a moment? I need help reaching my... Book report..."