got that loving touch

Cassandra Rivas . twenty-two . pheromone manipulation

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indestructiblejones·:

“Erm yeah, I just haven’t been feeling well. I think I might be coming down with something.” She mumbled not wanting to admit the truth or talk about what was really bothering her, Lucy had always been much better at just pretending everything was fine.

“I thought you looked a little off.” She mused with a sympathetic look. “Can I get you anything?” Cassandra asked wanting to do something to help her feel better. 

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shroudedodessa·:

Odessa wiggled the paintbrush in front of her friend. “I’m afraid not.” She laughed lightly. “But how could you properly unleash your creativity while decorating, if not with a little alcohol?” A smirk grew on her face.

Cass laughed rolling her eyes before plucking the paintbrush out of Odessa’s hand. “You’re lucky I like you because you wouldn’t catch me doing this for anyone else.” She stated with an exaggerated sigh. “I knew you wouldn’t let me down, girl.” A smile broke across her face as she looked at her friend triumphantly before looking around the room. “So, what exactly are we decorating?” 

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indestructiblejones·:

“Nothing, I’m okay Cass. Don’t worry. I’ve just not been feeling great.” Lucy fiddled with the ends of her sleeves awkwardly as she tried to avoid her friend’s eye. “I know, I promise I won’t forget our next meetup.”

“Too late, I’m already worried. Why haven’t you been feeling great? Are you ill?” She asked softly looking at the girl with a concerned expression. “It’s fine, I don’t really care that you missed it, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” 

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indestructiblejones·:

“I think you might need to work on the whole not making me feel bad part because you’re doing the opposite.” Lucy frowned as she tugged her sleeves down over her hands. “I’m really sorry, Cass. I completely forgot and I’m just really tired.”

Cass gave a small sigh. “What’s up buttercup?” She asked walking over next to before dropping onto the bed next to her friend. “It’s not like you to forget plans, is there something wrong?”

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shroudedodessa·:

“Don’t I feel special.” Odessa said, her lips curling into a small smile as she handed her friend a paintbrush. “But if you weren’t here, you would miss the opportunity to help redecorate. And that would practically be a crime.”

“You should do,” Cassandra responded meeting her friends gaze with a smirk. “Wait, you were being serious when you said you needed help to decorate? Dess I swear to god if there isn’t wine involved in this somehow I’m walking straight back out of this door.” 

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“Okay, I’m not telling you this to make you feel bad, but, I have much better things to be doing, and I cancelled plans to be here tonight.”

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shiftingtravis·:

The detective fiddled with his tie for a moment before meeting his gaze. “We need a statement from everyone. And you seemed to be the most involved in the incident, so any information you can provide would be very helpful.” He repeated much of the same wording that he would tell anyone. Though, that probably wasn’t the best way to convince her. “They were all shot. But that doesn’t close an investigation – it just makes more questions.” He explained. He was grateful that Cass had made it out of there, even with the wound. But as far as his role as a detective went, he could not be happy with the conclusion of murder. Hearing her explanation, Travis’ jaw clenched. “What were you thinking, Cass?” He asked – Travis already had issues with her power… but now it was putting her in dangerous situations. He sighed. Nodding at her request, he moved outside the room for a few minutes to track down a nurse and fulfil her request before returning. “They’ll be a few minutes.” He offered a small smile.

Cassandra tried to refrain herself from rolling her eyes at the male. It was almost like he was reading from a script which put her back up straight away. She wasn’t just another person he had to interview for work and him treating her like one just made her remember one of the reasons why they’d broken up -- work always came first for him. “I can’t really tell you much. A bunch of guys came in with guns, they all had masks on so I can’t tell you what they looked like, I tried using my powers and it backfired. One of them shot me. End of story. I can’t remember anything else.” If he wasn’t here on business she might have felt guilty for lying to him about not remembering anything else. Cassandra shrugged. “I don’t know. I just wanted to help. I wasn’t really thinking straight.” The raven-haired female felt herself growing self-conscious she knew his views on her powers and she was pretty sure this would just make things worse. She gave him a thankful smile as he left the room. A small sigh fell from her lips. Her head was throbbing, her stomach hurt that much that she felt sick and to top it all off she just felt like crying about the whole situation. She looked up as she heard Travis walk back into the room. “Thanks, babe.” 

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aliciamultiplies·:

“But I brought ice-cream, chocolate and the countless flowers left outside your room from potential lovers.” Alicia said, a bag  hanging over her left wrist, containing the former items and flowers held in both hands. “One of them has an adorable heart-shaped card.” She offered a smile as she moved into the room. 

A small smile tugged at her lips. “Okay, so maybe you haven’t wasted your time,” Cassandra replied with a light laugh. “Here take a seat.” She offered, placing a hand against her stomach as she shifted her feet slightly so the blonde could sit on the end of the bed. “Did you bring spoons?” The raven-haired female asked referring to the ice cream. “Oh gosh how embarrassing. Were there a lot?” She asked cringing at the thought, it didn’t help that she knew Travis had been by too.  

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shiftingtravis·:

“I guess – you should try, though.” He said, voice soft. Travis was taken aback a moment by her comment. She wasn’t exactly wrong, but he almost felt guilty because of that fact. “I wanted to make sure you were okay anyway.” He stated, but proceeded to nod. “But I do need to collect a statement.” Travis ran a hand through his hair. “You were shot – I think that classifies you as a victim. It certainly does by our books… What do you mean you got cocky?” He asked, not sure how that related. “Do you need anything?” He asked, taking in her form. 

Cass shrugged, “Perhaps.” Though she never was good at taking advice. Nodding, she tried to hide the hurt from her face. It was stupid really, they weren’t even together anymore - she had no right to be hurt but it just reminded her of all the disappointments when he failed to attend their dates because of work. It always seemed to come in front of her, she shouldn’t have expected any different. “And do I need to provide you with one? Because, honestly, I’d rather not -- there’s not much point anyway, from what I remember they were all shot anyway.” If she was being honest her hesitancy in providing a statement was mainly to spite Travis though, it was also because she didn’t want to get Alec into any trouble after he helped them all. “I tried using my powers on them, and one of them got suspicious,” Cassandra explained with a sigh. “Maybe some more pain meds if you don’t mind asking one of the nurses.”

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shiftingtravis·:

Travis examined the woman’s features as she spoke and saw the wince as she shifted. “You should try not to move so sharply.” He spoke softly, inching further into the room. “You’re the victim here, Cass – none of this was your fault.” Whoever was at fault had clearly paid for it. “How are you feeling?” 

“Easier said than done.” The raven-haired female replied closing her eyes briefly as she breathed through the wave of pain that hit her from moving too quickly. “I didn’t expect to see you here. Oh... Wait-- You’re here for work, aren’t you?” Cass asked pressing her lips together. “I’m not a victim. Christ. I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, and then I got too cocky.” She gave a small shrug. “Honestly? Like shit.” 

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“Honestly, you’ve wasted your time coming here -- I’m fine. It was my own stupid fault anyway. It’s embarrassing really.” Cassandra stated with a small sigh, wincing slightly as she shifted in bed so she could see them properly.

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Closed starter || @theweaponmaker and @hearingvoicestristan

Cassandra watched on as the masked men argued in front of her, it was proving to be a bit of a distraction as she continued to use her powers to manipulate the youngest robber who she was currently holding hands with, something she had to do in order to put him into a state of high suggestibility. The other men had begun to clock on though. “Oi, go and sit the fuck back down.” Cassandra looked up at one of the robbers shouting at her and the other hostage she’d managed to bring with her. 

Chewing on her lower lip she peered over at the male standing next to her, “You’re not going to let him speak to us like that are you?” She asked softly, her seductive voice helping to manipulate the male. The young robber looked at her entranced as he shook his head. 

     “Don’t speak to them like that.” He snapped back at his partners. The four men looked at each other confused before looking back at the male. 

     “What the fuck man? You’re meant to have kept all the hostages tied up in the Foyer.”

The young male looked back at Cass almost waiting for his next instruction. She just gave him a smile nodding her head letting her powers do the rest. “I’m putting them both in one of the offices.” He told them, his voice confident with the help of Cassandra’s powers.

     “But why? Do you know them?” One of the other robbers asked not liking the fact he was changing the plan. With another glance to the raven-haired female, he went to open his mouth to answer the question before getting interrupted from one of the four men. 

     “Why do you keep looking at her? What the fuck is going on?” Cassandra didn’t like all the questions, nor did she like the raised voices. She tried to block them out and concentrate but she could feel her grip on the male slipping slightly. 

     “N-Nothing is going on, I just need to put them in the other room.” She could tell she was losing him by his tone, he sounded confused, vague even. 

     “Who are they? And why the fuck are you holding hands with her -- Now is not the time to be making girlfriends man.” Their tones were getting more and more aggressive, and Cassandra could feel the male loosening her hand before he pulled it back completely. 

     “I don’t know...” The male sounded lost as his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The raven-haired female tried to discretely grab his hand again. 

     “Hey, T, it’s her... Look at her, she’s doing something to him-- I bet she’s one of those freaks they told us about.” She could feel the men’s eyes on her, their guns pointing in her direction. Raising her hands she tried to show them she meant no harm as she looked back at the other hostage worried. 

     “I’m not doing---” Before she could even finish she had been interrupted.

     “Don’t let her talk, she could mess with your head.” Cassandra shook her head at the male speaking. 

    “No, honest--” The female was cut off by a loud bang, she looked around confused. Her eyes fell on one of the other masked men standing a few feet away from her, gun trained on her as his hands shook.

   “I-I...She was going to mess with our heads... You said to stop her talking.” He rambled nervously, it was only then that Cassandra began to register pain in her abdomen. Looking down she saw a red stain on her top as blood began to pool across her torso. Her mouth parted slightly shocked. Pressing her palm down against the mangled flesh she felt her legs go weak at the knee as the dark crimson blood seeped through her fingers. 

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hearingvoicestristan·:

“No, you want to avoid him. His thoughts are—” He paused as he scanned his thoughts with furrowed brows, not liking what he was hearing. “Let’s just say a lot darker than the rest. He wants one of us to do something stupid. If anything we need him taken out first with whoever you do get on side.” Tristan hated that he was talking so casually, as if it wasn’t someone’s life he was talking about. “That one over there. The older one that’s staying out of the arguments with a bored look on his face.” He lifted his chin in the direction to indicate as he continued to scan the thoughts of those around him.

Cassandra raised her brow surprised by the male’s comment. Her first reaction was almost to question how he knew but it didn’t take a genius to work it out especially with her knowledge of the enhanced. “Okaaay then, maybe not him.”  It was lucky he was here otherwise she may have made a huge mistake. Cassandra nodded as she followed the male’s gaze. “Right, now how do we get him over here without being too obvious that we are up to something?”

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theweaponmaker·:

“You’ll have to use your imagination for that one.” Alec said, an amused smile finding its way to his lips for a moment. “Hm, okay.” He looked over to the nearest man and caught his attention. “Hey, that’s a nice M1911 you’ve got – it is a M1911, right? She doesn’t believe me…” Alec began, seeing that he caught the young man’s interest. “But, would you come and show us? It’s real impressive. Don’t you think?” He turned to Cassandra and offered a smile before turning back to the man. He saw the hesitance on the other’s features and continued: “You’re the one with the gun, man.” He said in an attempt to reassure him. And it seemed to work, given he was moving closer.

Cassandra wrinkled her nose up in disgust. “Lovely.” She tilted her head slightly as she watched the male’s plan unfold. Suppressing the urge to roll her eyes at the conversation topic and instead painted a flirtatious smile across her face. “Very.” She confirmed, her tongue darting out and brushing against her lower lip. “I’ve always liked guns, but I like men with guns even more.” The raven-haired female caught the male’s gaze. “My name’s Cassandra, what’s your name handsome?”

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theweaponmaker·:

“I don’t think they’re going to allow bathroom breaks.” Alec informed her. He knew for certain that wasn’t the way it usually went. “Which one do you want?” He asked, looking over at them all.

“Wait, they don’t? But what are we meant to do if we need the toilet? Heaven only knows how long we’ll be here for.” She asked surprised by the male’s reply though it made some sort of sense. Cassandra frowned slightly shrugging. “I don’t know, I’m not picky. It’s not like I want a date or anything just whoever you can get. Maybe one of the younger ones, they’re normally easier to manipulate.” 

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hearingvoicestristan·:

“Not just one of them. You’re gonna need a specific one who is going to be more susceptible.” Tristan muttered, his eyes never leaving the guard. “You risk bringing too much attention to us if you chose someone you’re going to have to work harder or is unlikely to fall for it. Last thing you want to do is pick someone that would never fall for it and draw the others attention.” He rambled off quickly, following along with her train of thought. His own ideas already forming to bounce off her own. Tristan scanned each of their thoughts, searching. 

The male made a valid point. “Well, it’s a bit hard to try and work out who that would be from all the way over here.” She replied with a small sigh. “How about that young one, he looks pretty nervous, new to this maybe?” Cass suggested discretely looking over at the male she was talking about. 

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theweaponmaker·:

Alec nodded in understanding, pressing his lips together in thought for a moment. “And you’re looking for something a little better than just calling him over?”  He asked. “I think staging a scene probably risks some gun fire.”

“Well, what’s to say he’ll come if I call him over? It doesn’t have to be some big scene just something to get him to come over, I don’t know say you need the toilet or something? Surely they’d come over to escort you.”