Cassidy Williams
May 9th, 2003, 12:24:31 PM
OOC: Continued from here (http://www.swforums.net/forum/showthread.php?s=&threadid=28741)
IC:
An artifical season
Covered by summer rain
Losing all my reason
Cause there's nothing left to blame
Shadows paint the sidewalk
A living picture in a frame
See the sea of people
All their faces look the same
So I sat down for awhile
Forcing a smile
In a state of self-denial
Is it worthwhile
Sell my pity for a dime
Just one dime
Sell my pity for a dime
Just one dime
Plain talk can be the easy way
Signs of losing my faith
So I sat down for awhile
Forcing a smile
In a state of self-denial
Is it worthwhile
Sell my pity for a dime
Just one dime
Sell my pity for a dime
Just one dime
It was late out, one A.M standard time. The bar and grill was still nrusing customers but the crowds were beginning to thin. It was quiet, which she was grateful for. Cassidy needed time to think. Her mind was spinning.
The Jedi padawan slowly walked in through the double doors and very cautiously found a seat in a darkened corner. Alone. It seemed to her that if she moved too quickly everything would dissapear. It was an odd sensation.
The nights events had left her dizzy and disoriented, unsure of anything. Her entire life had been shifted onto an entirely different level in a matter of only a few hours. Once upon a time she'd been happy that she was an only child. Not anymore.
A sister. She, of all people, had a sister.
Cassidy sighed and blinked back some stray tears, utterly exausted and confused. Though they had talked, she still hadn't entirely embraced the fact that she and Xazor shared the same blood. It was too surreal. Like something out of a book. The twelve-year-old snorted to herself.
"A frelling weird fairy tale."
IC:
An artifical season
Covered by summer rain
Losing all my reason
Cause there's nothing left to blame
Shadows paint the sidewalk
A living picture in a frame
See the sea of people
All their faces look the same
So I sat down for awhile
Forcing a smile
In a state of self-denial
Is it worthwhile
Sell my pity for a dime
Just one dime
Sell my pity for a dime
Just one dime
Plain talk can be the easy way
Signs of losing my faith
So I sat down for awhile
Forcing a smile
In a state of self-denial
Is it worthwhile
Sell my pity for a dime
Just one dime
Sell my pity for a dime
Just one dime
It was late out, one A.M standard time. The bar and grill was still nrusing customers but the crowds were beginning to thin. It was quiet, which she was grateful for. Cassidy needed time to think. Her mind was spinning.
The Jedi padawan slowly walked in through the double doors and very cautiously found a seat in a darkened corner. Alone. It seemed to her that if she moved too quickly everything would dissapear. It was an odd sensation.
The nights events had left her dizzy and disoriented, unsure of anything. Her entire life had been shifted onto an entirely different level in a matter of only a few hours. Once upon a time she'd been happy that she was an only child. Not anymore.
A sister. She, of all people, had a sister.
Cassidy sighed and blinked back some stray tears, utterly exausted and confused. Though they had talked, she still hadn't entirely embraced the fact that she and Xazor shared the same blood. It was too surreal. Like something out of a book. The twelve-year-old snorted to herself.
"A frelling weird fairy tale."