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fandomhighdorms2007-10-01 11:17 am
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Room 212 - Monday, mid-morning
When Cassandra had woken up Saturday unable to remember anything, she had intended to find someone to talk to to see if she could figure things out. But that turned out to be a bad plan because any time she saw someone all she found herself thinking about was how to kill them. So instead of trying to talk to people with thoughts like the throat is open and a simple sweep to take them down and then an elbow to the temple running through her head, she'd gone into hiding.
When she woke up this morning, remembering, she'd decided to head back to the dorms to get some food and a shower. Now she was sitting on her bed, legs folded, trying to come to grips with something she didn't want to believe: that deep down she was a killer. After all, when she'd forgotten everything else, she hadn't forgotten how to kill people.
[ooc: Establishy and stuff, but also open!]
When she woke up this morning, remembering, she'd decided to head back to the dorms to get some food and a shower. Now she was sitting on her bed, legs folded, trying to come to grips with something she didn't want to believe: that deep down she was a killer. After all, when she'd forgotten everything else, she hadn't forgotten how to kill people.
[ooc: Establishy and stuff, but also open!]