[i]Cassidy Lynn Daniels[/i]

Cassidy did nothing but click her tongue as Titus burst through their door to face whatever faceless horrors waited in the hallway outside. So crude. Strong, obviously-one look at him and you could tell the boy wasn't exactly a welterweight. Knocking down the door was....problematic. The group inched away from the open space, and while Lupe's luminescent form and Diego's wreath of flames offered them some degree of light, there was still a considerable amount of uncharted darkness beyond the threshold. "So, we have our firebreather, our lightshow, our magician...and our strongman. Perhaps when we graduate we'll put on a circus," Cass spoke to herself, rolling a half dollar across her knuckles. She glanced over as a little girl approached them-none of the others reacted, so Cass didn't, but her first instinct said not to trust her. The girl moved and dressed with maturity, and Cassidy got the feeling her looks might've been deceiving. She initially assumed that this girl was connected with these events-after all, if she were to break into a school, she'd masquerade as a cute innocent little thing.

...but she had seen the little girl in here before, when she was getting her food, hadn't she? Cassidy was usually fairly observant, and she was pretty sure that she'd spotted Beth in the cafeteria before the chaos had ensued. Pretty sure. [i]Don't let fear get the better of you, love. The lights will need to be out a while longer before you turn on them.[/i]

"Don't believe we've met," Cassidy said casually, turning back to face the door. "Cassidy Lynn Daniels." She absentmindedly clenched her fingers around the coin and opened her other hand to begin rolling it across there. 

Lupe threw in a few less than helpful comments. Nerves, yes...she'd seen it before. Cass had done her fair share of stage work, a few stints in acting, some magic stuff, talent shows, the works-and Lupe's type was common. This was what could conservatively be labelled as terrifying, and there was no point in turning on her for it. "No, Miss Lupe," Cassidy said with utter serenity. "I just don't want to eat this thing with my bare hands."

Titus began to scream. 

Cassidy's face twitched but her smirk recovered soon enough.

"I'm not the heroic type," Cassidy murmured, "And the fool was certainly asking for it, but it does seem a bit cold to let him get turned into puppy chow out there. My suggestion is this-shock and awe. Lupe and Diego, you'll both kill your lights. We move up quick and quiet-I, and I don't intend for us to start a dic-" She cut her eyes at Beth, whose exact age she was still unsure of "...a, uh, measuring contest, here, but I believe I'm the quickest out of us. I will take point. If it comes at me, I sidestep it and you two light up as bright as you can. I'll try and land a few quick shots, but I'm not much of a fighter. Then you two unload upon it. I'll move and get our now legless friend and try get him out of here. Then we all come back here, cauterize his stumps on the stoves, and continue eating our dinners." Cassidy paused, looking around. "Damnit. [i]Damnit.[/i]. I left  it in the room. Please stay here for just a moment?" Cass turned and walked quickly to the nearest person wearing a hat-some boy who appeared to be a few years older than she, a ten gallon hat firmly squished down onto his head. Cass flashed him a smile and lifted it up, revealing the boy had small horns sticking out of his scalp underneath. "Haircuts must be tricky. Do you mind if I borrow this? I think it'd go well with my ensemble."

The boy stared at her blankly. She took that as yes.

Cass returned, flipping the hat on top of her head and running over her general plan in her mind. "Good, good. Not about to get devoured without a touch of fashion. Are we ready?" 

Cass took a deep breath, slid past Diego, Lupe, and Beth, and began walking towards the darkened door. With her face hidden from the others, she let the facade drop and attempted to steel herself against the unshakable, nauseating fear welling up in her gut-the sounds of TItus' screams, the...chewing...

"Showtime." she muttered, taking the hat and holding it loosely against her side.