[i]Cassidy Lynn Daniels[/i]

Cass let her lips twist into a wry grin at Diego's answer. Something like that? Oooh, how telling. She was no empath, but playing things off with humor usually meant that shit was going down. Mayhap there really was a ghost, and if so, it certainly didn't seem to be the Casper variety. Interesting. Cassidy was fairly openminded-as adventurous and carefree as she was with most aspects of her life, it didn't really serve to be narrowminded about much. And given the sorts of things schoolchildren were capable of here, a ghost didn't seem out of the question at all. She wondered if, perhaps, ghosts and those other old legends did have a grain of truth to them, and if metahumans had been under the noses of the whole world all along. 

And a thousand vagabonds wearing tinfoil crowns rejoiced as Cass pieced together what they had long ago.

Cassidy strolled casually alongside Diego, looking him over out of the corner of her eyes. Looked to be about her age, taller by a few inches, and she even managed to figure out he was Hispanic before [i]Diego Julius Bellasquez [/i] confirmed it. Look at her go. Skinny thing, not the sort she'd terrify if she was a ghost. Scrawny people get freaked out by the mundane-if she woke up dead, she'd start haunting bodybuilders first. Also, he seemed to have some tattooes on his arms and legs, but Cassidy didn't really ask. She wasn't one for tattooes, personally-they were identifying, and if she ever wanted to wake up one day and leave and become someone else entirely that little ink scar would keep it from being complete. Metamorphosis was Cassidy's preferred method of coping.

And a smoker. For a moment, Cassidy pondered the health risks of such a thing-but given that they were all throwing around forces humans weren't meant to handle, it didn't seem that big a deal. "Is that pack empty?" Cassidy asked. "Mind if I look it over?" she asked, extending a hand. She had a welcome present in mind. "And why," she inquired, hopping up onto another bench as she walked, enjoying being taller than Diego for a few steps before she gracefully stepped back down, "Would I want to watch out for the ghost? That ruins all the surprise." 

Cassidy traced a finger down the scar on her face, an absentminded little tic she'd picked up God knows when. Presumably after she received the scar, that is. Diego was interesting. Skittish, a bit. Maybe the ghost did that to him-but she had a suspicion he was like that most of the time. And that simply wouldn't do-life was too short and far too interesting to spend one's time running from ghosts and going without cigarettes. Light up and go stare that motherfucker right in his undead eyes. "New, yes. Fresh off the boat, as they say. Alaska's interesting, although I'm not sure if this campus is an accurate representation..." she let her eyes wander over a boy who was breathing fire to impress a rather giggly girl. "Regardless, interesting, interesting. And ghosts, too. I don't think I'll get bored here." 

Cassidy rolled over the empty cigarette pack (assuming, of course, that Diego will hand it to her) absentmindedly. She closed her eyes and took a few steps blindly, counting on luck and general common sense to keep her from crashing into anything for a moment. Closing one's eyes was interesting, there, because it was one of the few times it got totally dark-even in her room with the blinds drawn, Cassidy was convinced a little of the eternal daylight was tiptoeing in. She was sure she'd miss it come December. But this was neither here nor there; what was important was the pack of cigarettes in her hand, and the sudden, if not significant, rush of stamina that left from her. "Marlboros," Cassidy mused. "Or should I say Marlboro-looks like you only have one left." She handed the pack back to him, although it now contained a single cigarette in it. "Anyways, Mister Bellasquez, where are we headed? Assuming you have a destination in mind beyond 'away from the ghost'. Because it's normally much more fun when you don't know."