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capeandcowllogs2012-07-30 03:28 am
wrong_sometimes) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-07-30 03:28 am
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WHO: Cassie Holmes and YOU!
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: Attitude.
SUMMARY: Avoiding her "babysitter", Cassie takes to the park with art. Come bother her.
FORMAT: Whatevs, yo.
She was fifteen. FIFTEEN. She didn't need some babysitter looking in on her while Scatty was gone. Fifteen. Much less some person she didn't even know. Christ, she'd only been on her own since she was thirteen, managed to survive Division, managed to survive Nick and his girlfriend, she didn't need a babysitter.
She needed money, though. Scatty gave her a great allowance, but if she ever had to run, if anything happened to Scatty, like while she was off on one of these, oh-so-secret missions of hers, Cassie'd need some running money. Just in case.
And tourists meant money. Finding a sunny spot in Central park, she set up her collapsible easel, pulled out a collection of her less doom-and-gloomy pictures and prints to sell, and went to work on some new things. Maybe the odd caricature. She saw herself ending the day with a wad of cash, now she just had to earn it.
WHERE: Central Park
WHEN: Sunday afternoon
WARNINGS: Attitude.
SUMMARY: Avoiding her "babysitter", Cassie takes to the park with art. Come bother her.
FORMAT: Whatevs, yo.
She was fifteen. FIFTEEN. She didn't need some babysitter looking in on her while Scatty was gone. Fifteen. Much less some person she didn't even know. Christ, she'd only been on her own since she was thirteen, managed to survive Division, managed to survive Nick and his girlfriend, she didn't need a babysitter.
She needed money, though. Scatty gave her a great allowance, but if she ever had to run, if anything happened to Scatty, like while she was off on one of these, oh-so-secret missions of hers, Cassie'd need some running money. Just in case.
And tourists meant money. Finding a sunny spot in Central park, she set up her collapsible easel, pulled out a collection of her less doom-and-gloomy pictures and prints to sell, and went to work on some new things. Maybe the odd caricature. She saw herself ending the day with a wad of cash, now she just had to earn it.