My heart was born out of the fire

If I told you where I've been, Would you still call me baby? And if I told you everything, Would you call me crazy? Cassandra Annabel Ryder. 24. {Original Character. Mature Themes. NSFW is tagged as such (#nsfw - #w: nsfw). Triggers are tagged (#tw: triggerhere). Multi-verse. Multi-thread. Read the 'read me' and about page. Mun and Muse are over the legal age. 21+} #bornoutoffire

[thesoullesshunter]

Approaching the couch, Sam raked his eyes over hers as she laid herself back on the furniture. Licking his lips, the man made a nod and agreed, “You’re right, I do.”

[bornoutoffire]

Cassandra glanced up at Sam as he approached the couch. She watched as he licked his lips and gave a smirk. She got up on her knees and reached out towards him, her fingers curling along his jacket as she pulled him onto the couch with her. Bringing her hand up to rest on the back of his neck, she slowly adjusted herself so that she was straddling his lap before pressing her lips against his.

[opheliaavery]

Fleeting || Ophelia & Cassandra

[opheliaavery]

Ophelia watched as Cassandra knocked back the Champagne, she could understand the impulse, but felt it necessary to keep restrained with her intake. 

"I’m afraid my summer romances are just that- I’ve never made them a part of my life.” Or anyone, really, she adds in her head.  "We take almost anything you could think of. We have a tiger." She mentioned, feeling that this was the animal Cassandra would be most interested in, out of their current menagerie. "All of my family are wealthy, yes.." trailing off, oddly uncomfortable with the compliment of being called ‘admirable.’ She was many things, she doubted that was one of them.  She couldn’t help but wonder how happy this woman was, she sparkled brightly, but those who shine the brightest often had something darker hidden. She knew this was true of herself.. "That’s one way to get through the evening." She said, taking a few more sips to try and catch up- just a little. 

[bornoutoffire]

Cassandra gave a sly smile and nudged the girl. "Summer romances are the best, and what a wise choice. Not letting them become a part of your life. Is it for any reason in particular?" "A tiger?" She asked, excitement in her voice. She has always had a bit of a curiosity about animals wild in nature. "Is it a baby tiger or a full blown adult one? They are such gorgeous creatures. You are very lucky." "One way, it's one way -- indeed." She raised her brows at the last comment, taking a sip from another glass as to not appear completely off the rails. The noise just seemed to rise, louder and louder. "Are you on the verge of a migraine yet?" She asked, motioning for the woman to follow her outside.

[thekillerclone-deactivated20140]

          ❝ Don’t you find them all so ᶠᵘᶰᶰʸ?               The sheeps think they will be               living but not for Ｌ Ｏ Ｎ Ｇ. ❞

[bornoutoffire]

Hesitantly, Cassandra glanced in the strangers direction. "Sheeps as in people or sheeps as in real sheeps? I'm hoping it's the latter."

[thesoullesshunter]

Sam glanced back as she asked how long he’d been living in the area. Making a face, he replied. “I’ve had the place for about a month now. But to be honest, I haven’t made much use of it since I spend much of my time on the road.” Fiddling through his keys, he unlocked the front door and led her inside.

[bornoutoffire]

Once inside, she glanced around. It really was an alright living space. Though she could seriously tell he hadn't spent much time in here. "That's not a very good way to live, Sam." She made her way over to the coach and laid back, sitting the half-empty bottle on the table nearest it. "So much time on the road, not enough down time. You need to relax and enjoy it. All of it."

[bornoutoffire]

Spilled Ink / shadowsuspended

[shadowsuspended-archive-kaput]

Clinking of glasses, flashes of borrowed jewelry here and there, looking like stars in a black sky. Women dressed up and powdered to perfection. Their low necklines and high hemlines showcasing a need for attention from anyone who was willing. Men knocking more than a couple back, not bothering to keep it off of their borrowed clothes. The place was a dizzying spell of maddening lights, faded fame, and lights that had long ago blown out. Lights that would never catch, too. Anyone who was no one was there.

He watched the people come and go. Low grade talents, half way there starlets who still thought they had a chance even if they had been in LA a lot longer than the age they were giving some has been producer who said he was looking for a girl to be in his next picture. The men were more sullen, but just as ambitious. Working the room, trying to get the attention of either the pretty never will or the old man in the back that looked like he was enjoying the show. It was a showcase of the sinners who would never make it. And that made their sins and crimes awful things. He felt as if he were too old for this. Peddling a script no one was willing to read anymore. There had been a time when his name would invoke a conversation. A good long one and many offers and promises. But since Alana and him had parted ways six months ago he hadn’t gotten so much as a single glance from someone that mattered. They said he drank too much. And that was a laugh. What writer didn’t? Hell, what breathing person in this business didn’t? They give it to kids just out of diapers so they can get their lines right. It was suffocating, this party. He used to have Alana as something of an anchor before. But she was gone now. He was still wearing those scars she had left him with. Battle scars from loving too much. But he thought he could round up just enough people here, to round up a small herd and get them interested in a screenplay. Funny thing was the screenplay was actually pretty good. A lot better than those high budget things they were tossing up at the silver screen for 11 dollars a ticket these days. The story was solid, a heavy but good drama. It had everything in there. And the sole producer he had gotten to look said it was a gem. Will, the director-who was an old friend-, and the producer were funding it themselves. They just needed people. And then he saw her. Of course he knew who she was. Some girl that had fallen into trouble over the years and now she was here. She used to be something, a light. But the firefly was dead now. Here she was. "Cassandra, isn’t it?" he asked, over the noise of the party, taking a step closer to her.

He had a good mind for remembering things. He could remember the name of every has been here that told him that he had drank too much only a couple mouths. Well, at least he had lasted longer than that

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[bornoutoffire]

Cassandra had almost given up on the event. There were too many faces, it was too loud and her entire frame felt as if someone were holding a large lamp behind her -- the heat churning her stomach. A sigh escaped her lips as she sat her glass down, her eyes running nervously over the faces that surrounded her, until they landed on a man dressed up -- heading over to where she stood.

Without a single flinch, she stood there still as an ice skulpture though her frame wanted to run in case the conversation were to go terribly wrong. A pang of familiarity coursed through her veigns but before she could put a finger on it, he had made his way to her.

"Depends on who's asking." She quipped, trying to speak over the noise. Adding quickly; "that was a joke." She hadn't managed to get that tiny hint of fun out of anyone. Everyone had been so serious. "Why do you ask?"

Wracking her brain felt like she had been trying to tread up a steep hill with a heavy weight on her back. "Are you that writer that those executives were fighting over a bit ago? I think you had your hands in on one of those popular television shows...that I was shamefully addicted to.." Cassandra felt like it was taboo to discuss ever being  a fan of anyone's work in this business. As if it might be a card that no one wanted to play.

[bornoutoffire]

❝Ich Bin Abenteuerlustig❞

[aaronthefavourite]

     ”Right, I’m going to have to admit the boogey man seemed much more terrifying….” he trailed off “but I have to say,” he said grabbing her arm and walking them in the opposite direction, “I don’t do fights.” he smiled a little bit and looked down at the girl. “Who’s figting over what?” he asked her.

[bornoutoffire]

Cassandra nodded, following suit with the man that had grabbed her arm. She nodded. "I'd rather face the boogey man than a fight though. It would be more interesting. Especially since there would be more people running out of that place." She shook her head and gave a soft sigh. "It's something to do about one of the guys' girls. I think she found him cheating or he found her cheating. I got lost in the screams. Eh.." She kicked at the ground while she walked, wracking her mind for something to discuss that didn't have to do with the fight going on back there. "So I'm Cassandra, what's your name?"

[bornoutoffire]

[agentclaricestxrling-blog]

"Oh yes, I know him very well.”

"We’re very close, I would say."

[bornoutoffire]

"Really? What did you order anyway. What is this?"

[thesoullesshunter]

Glancing back at her as she asked about his place, Sam made a face and replied, “Condo.” Turning his gaze back to the road, he made a few turns and found his place within the next couple of minutes.

[bornoutoffire]

Cassandra climbed out once Sam had pulled him. Her eyes were quick to dart around the surrounding area to check for anyone, luckily she couldn't find a pair of eyes or more on the two of them. "It looks nice from the outside." She motioned towards his condo. "How long have you lived here?"

[agentclaricestxrling-blog]

"Food’s very good here, and I’m starving. The chef is fantastic. I’m ready to eat anything he’ll put in front of me."

[bornoutoffire]

"Do you know the chef personally or just as a 'I've eaten here before' ordeal?"

[agentclaricestxrling-blog]

"Well, my dad always told me it’s good to…try new things."

"So why not, you know?"

[bornoutoffire]

Cassandra got up from her seat and moved closer to the girl, admiring her open attitude towards food. "Really? I have got to see this then."

[bornoutoffire]

❝Ich Bin Abenteuerlustig❞

[aaronthefavourite]

     "And why not? Will the boogey man get me?” he scoffed a little bit.

[bornoutoffire]

"Oh yeah." Cassandra said with a hint of a chuckle then slowly shook her head. "No, there seems to have been some sort of fight and it's still underway. I got out of there when glass started flying. Might want to wait it out?"

[bornoutoffire]

"What are you so afraid of?"

"Me? I’m not afraid of anything" Cassandra swallowed hard as if she were trying to get her fears out of he throat before they could regurgitate all over the place "What are you afraid of?”

[mylittlegeekery]

"Not really," he sighed, sadly. "It becomes difficult to even hold a conversation with someone. They ask what your favorite film is and I cannot answer it. I’m not even sure if I correctly remember what my wife looked like."

[bornoutoffire]

"Are you allowed out of there?" Cassandra pointed towards the room they had him caged in. "I mean, to see visitors? Maybe I could bring by some magazines and we can get a feel for who you are at this moment. Who you think you are, anyway." She wasn't a doctor or anything, but the least she could do is keep him company while he was locked up in here and questioning his entire being. "If they allow that sort of thing."

[indiierp]

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[bornoutoffire]

✧

"The name is Isabella. I prefer Isa or Isabel. I get bored easily..I’m restless…reckless and a bit of a twisted soul. I find myself partaking in a lot of one on one time. By that I mean I’m able to move freely while the other is tied to a chair — usually with various open wounds and if their lucky they still have plenty of bones that haven’t been broken. I murder, I torture and I do it all without a single flinch. All in the name of fun."

[maeandrii-archive-blog]

Send me a ✧ and I'll introduce you to one of all the muses I ever had.

[iorhael]

If I follow you & don't roleplay with you...

[bornoutoffire]

100% chance is that I’m stalking your blog from afar, reading your roleplays, sending you anons, & wishing I could be one of the lucky people who write with you but AM JUST HIDING IN A CORNER TOO AFRAID TO SAY ANYTHING.