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cassandra song. 27. private investigator with banshee physiology as portrayed by maeve for chromosome23hq

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meet cassandra mei song

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ft. leon

“What, you didn’t think I’d miss Halloween, did you?” He would if he could, but that’s besides the point. “Oh, come on. You don’t know the Men in Black when you see one of them? I think it’s the spitting image of one of those suits.” He smooths down his tie for sure. “And, I could ask you the same question, you know. You know how behind I am in pop culture.”

“i try not to make assumptions,” cassia laughed, it was a blatant lie, but one told with the utmost confidence. “perhaps if your partner was close by,” she responded, “though, one could still mistake you for a lost business man,” she laughed, “why, i’m the one and only carmen sandiego,” she smiled. 

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ft. levi

Levi rolled his eyes even as he smiled, leaning one elbow against the bar as he waited for his drink. “It does look good, thanks.” For now, at least. He tilted his head and gave Cassia a once-over, considering the red coat and boots. “It’s, uh. Colorful. You an art student?” That was his best guess, and it wasn’t a great one.

“is that your best guess?” cassia responded, her nose crinkled out of what could only be described as disgust. “i’m not sure if i should be offended,” she continued, this time with a sigh, “i thought i was pretty recognizable. but i suppose it would require some taste to recognize computer game icon carmen sandiego.”

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location: satanic soiree participants: cassia song & levi crowe ( @ascrowesfly​ )

"a skeleton,” cassandra commented, her eyes narrowed over the top of her wine glass as she studied levi in front of her. “you’ve out done yourself with the creativity, crowe,” she responded, this time with a laugh. “your makeup looks good,” she smiled, as she lowered the glass. “what do you think of my costume?”

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location: satanic soiree participants: cassia song & leon burch ( @leonxburch​ )

"well, isn’t this a pleasant surprise,” cassia smiled as she approached leon running her hand along his arm as she came to a stop next to him. “and what are you supposed to be?” she asked, her eyebrow arched as she looked him up and down. she could have ventured a guess, but she really didn’t care enough - not that she’d actually tell him that. 

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where in the world is carmen sandiego cassia song? the satanic soiree, duh !

that’s right, cassia song has decided to dress up as the beloved computer game character miss carmen sandiego ! and she can be found living it up at the satanic soiree ! 

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ft. maritza

          Maritza  took  a  seat  and  looked  down  at  her  hands.   This  was  long  overdue  and  she  was  nervous.   Going  to  look  for  her…   the  child  she’d  given  up  seemed  like  something  that  she  should  have  done  a  long  time  ago.   It  wasn’t  as  if  she  didn’t  have  the  means  to  pay  for  it.   “Thank  you,”   she  said  softly  before  turning  her  gaze  on  the  private  investigator.   “I  need  someone  to  hire  you  to  find  someone  for  me.”   The  way  she  said  it  made  her  cringe.   “I’m  looking  for  my…   the  child  I  left  at  a  church.” 

cassia had never been a fan of taking notes, so she’d opted for planting several recording devices around her office. the pen and paper were more of an illusion, hence why she chose to focus on maritza instead of what she was writing down. “i can do that,” she confirmed, “i’ll need a city and date,” this part she would make sure to write down, “and any details you can remember. i’ll also need a dna sample, a few strands of hair will do.”

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ft. ezra

         while there’s something immediately familiar about her, it’s nothing that rings any alarm bells—just likely that he’s serviced her, before. new york city is vast, but it’s not impossible to run into the same people every now and again. thankfully, this time it isn’t someone he actually knows. that’s when things start to get tricky. “sure, mate. bit of a drive, but if you’ve got enough for the fare, i’ll take you down the whole way.” not that it’s excessively expensive, but… people are cheap. especially, it seems, in american cities.

"i should have enough,” cassia responded, gently biting down on her lip as she undid the clasp of her purse to reveal a large band of bills. she quickly redid the clasp, before climbing into the backseat of the cab. “you’re a life savor,” she responded, as she fastened her seat belt. it took almost all of her will power not to gag upon sitting down, the cab’s interior was utterly revolting. “i take it you don’t get many large fares?”

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ft. royal

who: @screadail

where: a small coffee shop

It’s just supposed to be a quick stop for a cup of coffee. Nothing can ever be that easy though, apparently. He’s rushing, shoving a five into the tip jar and turning quickly for the door. Too quickly.

Royal doesn’t see the person behind him until it’s too late. “Shit! I’m so sorry!” She’s wearing half his latte now, along with what looks like a nice leather jacket. Well fuck. He grabs a fistful of napkins and offers them to her with an apologetic look.

“I can pay to have your stuff dry-cleaned. Really, I’m so sorry.”

it was truly fortunate for all of the coffee shop’s patrons that cassia had the foresight to bit her lip in order to prevent a shriek from escaping her lips as the hot coffee scalded her arm. the last thing she or anyone needed was the aftermath of a banshee scream. her eyes narrowed as she angrily ripped the napkins from royal’s hands, attempting to perform damage control on her jacket. “you should be more careful,” she responded, cooly, her eyes narrowed as she looked at the man for the first time. “i think the least you could do is offer to buy my drink,” she continued, speaking rather bluntly, as she gave up on cleaning her jacket. he would be lucky if she decided against sticking him with a dry cleaning bill. 

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ft. leon

Cassia was an asset in a way Santi was not. But, Santi was harmless, so Leon saw no point in severing the odd friendship they had formed. Cassia’s entire job was tracking people. Her purpose was to learn secrets. And, while she was tight lipped most of the time, even a morsel of news about her cases could be enough to hand off to Linda as needed. “How’s the case load these days? I hope you aren’t running yourself too rampant around the city?”

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“it’s been a tad lighter than i’d prefer,” cassia admitted with a sigh. she made great care not to offer up too many details - after all, one could never be too trusting. that and she wouldn’t be doing a good job if she revealed too much about her doings. “i will say i’ve had some interesting cases though,” she smiled. 

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ft. dani

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] | @screadail subj: need ur help

hi saw one of ur flyers this morning and im looking for somebody who moved, could u find them with a name & an old address?

pls also let me know what u charge, dont wanna waste ur time since i dont have a job right now

thank u!!!

from: [email protected] to: [email protected] subj: need ur help

i shouldn’t have a problem finding them with that. a picture or description of them would be helpful, if you have one. my rates vary. i doubt you’d be able to afford them, seeing as you’re unemployed. do you have any marketable skills? i have been known to work for things other than money. 

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ft. adam

“Did you come up with something about me?” Adam asks, “Would love to hear it.”

“i might have,” she responded, a coy smile appearing on her face, “but where would be the fun in telling you?”

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ft. adam

location: anywhere status: open

“What’s a fun thing to do around here?” 

“i’ve always liked to people watch,” cassia smiled, “coming up with stories about who they are.”

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location: eye spy investigations participants: cassandra song & maritza alvarez-cordova ( @maralvarezcordova​​ )

“you can take a seat,” cassia gestured towards the chairs in front of her desk as she nudged the door shut with her foot before taking a seat on the desk. there wasn’t any particular reason for her to do so, other than wanting maritza to know she was comfortable in her office. she grabbed a notebook and a pen, before returning her attention to the older woman. “what can i do for you?” she asked, arching her eyebrow. 

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location: various places throughout new york city participants: cassandra song & ezra shaw ( @smitebound​ )

cassia had spent the better part of the past week trailing ezra shaw off and on. she’d had mild success, often successfully trailing him for a few hours before losing him once he accepted a fare. she knew almost immediately that she’d need to switch up her usual tactics if she wanted to see success, but she spent a few additional days tailing him as she formed her plan. eventually, she’d made the decision to approach him under the guise of needing a ride. so she smiled, as she leaned towards the driver’s side window. “can i get a ride to far rockaway?” she asked with a smile. 

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