[i]Cassidy Lynn Daniels[/i]

"Dropped them into the woods? Giving the ghost lung cancer's a bold plan, but I'm not sure how effective it is long term." Cass grinned, which is a somewhat superfluous statement-at least once a minute, she found cause to smile, whether it was some funny thought that occurred to her or simply an amusing observation. Very rarely was Miss Daniels somber, and yet her energy seemed more of the self-reserved, I'm-in-on-a-joke-you're-not as opposed to effervescent optimism. "Smoking type? Oh, no, I don't like the flavor. I just find them interesting. Everybody's got a vice and smoking gets such a bad rap. No different from anything else." She didn't want to dwell on anything serious, and Cass found what she was saying flowing in and out between truth and opinion and what she actually thought. Just...filler. She enjoyed coming up with half a dozen narratives and trying to keep them straight.

Was Cass a compulsive liar? Well, that perhaps wasn't the right word for it. Or maybe it was. She bored far too easily with any one truth to cling to it for very long.

"Something to eat sounds lovely. I'm interested to see how the cafeteria holds up...lovely grounds, huge buildings, prime real estate...this place must be expensive. So the question is, where do they cut costs? I imagine they can't do it with the teachers, who probably need all sorts of health insurance for dealing with us day in and day out, and thye probably can't skimp on too much else...so here's to hoping the food gets that same level of attention, no?" Cass strolled into the cafeteria by Diego, walking at a comfortably platonic distance. She flirted from time to time, but (unsurprisingly) it was never really anything serious. She did, however, make an effort to avoid sending out unintended vibes. Cass may have had a fondness for pulling the wool over people's eyes, but she wasn't cruel about it. 

She'd gotten the hang of walking with one eye covered up-it was her preferred hairstyle, although she occasionally let her hair fall back behind her-but it still had its moments of trickiness. One never would've guessed watching her-for a first day student who currently possessed zero depth perception, she sported a healthy level of self-confidence and took everything the Academy threw out in stride. She quickly filled her plate with a bit of everything, figuring she'd size up what was good today and truly feast tomorrow-after all, it just wouldn't do to pig out on the first day. Those sorts of impressions tend to stick, and Miss Daniels was very particular about what kinds of impressions she gave off. Somebody knows your first impression, they usually don't bother trying to learn too much more, and that was the way Cass liked it. She enjoyed friendly company, but relationships of any kind were the fastest way to make her squirm.

"Mmm," Cass purred, putting down a burger. "My doubts are assuaged. The food's alright. Guess I'll stay." She pulled her hair back behind her ear to see more clearly (and to keep hair out of her food and such), and the lights promptly went out. Cass chortled at the irony. "Diego," she chided, putting her food down and scanning around the darkness. "I think your friend followed us. Not here twelve hours and it's already a horror movie." Cass rolled a quarter across her knuckles, relying on touch and intuition in the cafteria's sudden darkness. She assumed this to be some sort of prank-after all, the generator was out of earshot, and this was the sort of thing that would precede a bunch of fireworks being set off. Curiouser and curiouser-Cass wanted to get a feel for the student body, scope out what the environment of the school was like. How they responded to this, whether it was with a more adult nonchalance or immature screams and shrieks, perhaps a few metas lighting up the dark out of altruism or a desire to stroke their egos-it'd say a lot. So Cass sat back, sipped on her Coke (she missed the straw the first time but smoothly recovered, grinning once more at how ridiculous she must've looked) and waited for the chaos to take whatever form it would. "If you're really scared, I suppose you can hold my hand, Mr. Bellasquez. But rest assured if any monsters come after you, I am cutting and running." She said this with an affable tone that was sort of vague as to how serious she was. Odds were, if any terrible beast came bursting into the cafteria, Cass would get a front row seat and watch.