Hunters Within

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  1. This is a Private Role-Play

    Thimerri x Tarot
     
    #1 Tarot, Dec 12, 2014
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  2. Cassandra was sitting in a white rocking chair in front of a chess board that had pieces laid haphazardly throughout the board. Her long white hair was flowing because the air conditioner was right above her but that was not the only reason why it was so cold in the room. Taking her fingers and gently picking up her rook, she moved three spaces horizontally before placing it down. "Checkmate." She said aloud to an empty room and a smile crossed her face. Then all of a sudden the chessboard was thrown up in the air and torn across the room and all the pieces were scattered on the floor. Sighing Cassandra stood up and crossed her arms. "Look that is no way to act..... I do not care if I always win, you should be a good sport..... no one beat you while you were alive and they never did that..... yes we can play again, IF you do not throw another tantrum..... Okay thank you." She said to the thin air and the pieces were coming back to the little table that they were played on previously. Then all of a sudden there was Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata playing from Cassandra's cellphone and she looked at the caller ID before answering her old, "stupid" phone. There was a familiar man's voice behind the phone and he had Cassandra sitting still before she told the caller that she would be there in twenty minutes. Getting up Cassie grabbed the jacket off the back of her rocking chair and put it on. "Sorry Grey, I gotta go work. We will play another round when I get back. Til then you should play some practice rounds." She said. To everyone else there would be no one else in the room, but to Cassandra there was a fifty year old, chubby, black man with white hair and baby blue eyes, sitting in the rocking chair playing a game that he competed in when he was still alive. Cassandra tended to keep spirits and ghosts at her house. A lot of people would try to get rid of them, but most people could not tell the good from the bad.

    When she was younger, Cassandra's parents had died and she was adopted into a family friend's home. These people were probably ten times richer than she had been originally but it was proved quickly that money didn't buy happiness. Her new parents were hardly ever home and if they were they were usually doing business work. So she was alone. That was, until she turned eight years old. On her eighth birthday she found out that she was a medium and she could see and interact with ghosts, spirits, and things from other worlds and planes. It scared her, and she tried to tell her parents, but they merely sent her to a psychologist. It was lucky that they did, for that psychologist had connections to PARENTS or better known Patrol Agency Rendering Exotic Threats Secure. At first it was a school they sent her to, a private one, but her parents were willing to send her because they saw an improvement in their daughter. Then, when she graduated high school she started working for them. It wasn't a minimum wage job, it was actually working for some part of the government, but the true details on what the program was, was murky and hard to define. But it was not long before Cassandra moved into her own home, as not to endanger the people who helped her so much, a two story five bedroom house. All the ghosts that needed a place to stay while they were looking for the thing to send them into the next life, or other beings who needed a temporary stay were allowed there as long as they did not harm one another, her, or her things. And sometimes, rarely, she would have a guest from PARENTS stay at her house.

    Revving up her Volvo, Cassandra took an hour drive, sometimes cussing people out with her ridiculous road rage, out of New York City into one of the less popular Suburbs and entered a government building where there were many other odd characters like herself. She was dressed in a simple t-shirt that had some nerd emblem on it and a pair of jeans that had her pair of handcuffs on one of the belt holes with a black jacket covering parts of the two. Entering a conference room, Cassandra sat in her same old spot and looked up at her boss Stuart. "So what do we have for us today?"
     
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