#ask; casey

[normallyxstranger]

❝ you look lost, do you need help? ❞ for Casey

@gentle-hearted

Was it that obvious? She thought she'd been doing alright, browsing the library's shelves but then a thought occurred to her--if she just browsed shelves, she might be here all fucking night. Casey needed to ask for help but couldn't find the librarian. Lost seemed right.

"Uh, sorta." She gave a flick of her head, sending pink and blonde bangs away from her eyes. "Do you know anything about this library? Like, how to find certain things?"

Card catalog, back in her dad's time. It was all computerized now, searches and databases, and whatever else but fuck if she knew how to find it or even use it. She'd figure it out, if she ever found it.

She never felt more stupid than she did when surrounded by smart people, books, and computers.

"I have literally never been in here before so, yeah. Lost."

[normallyxstranger1]

@draggeddowntothedark sent: "Oh no, let me help you with that!" Eliada Stuckey to Casey Jennings

     “I got it. Don’t—”

     Then the knife slipped and Casey cursed aloud. It bit down into her skin, slicing through the ball of her thumb. Beads of red bubbled up immediately. She dropped the knife—or more accurately tossed it down in frustration and pain—and pulled her hand back. 

     “Fuck my life!”

     Obviously, she didn’t got it.

[normallyxstrange]

@badassxbirdy​ sent: ❛ I was just trying to help. ❜ - for Casey

     “Yeah…” What was she supposed to say? Thanks? The whole front of her jeans was wet now, from the errant toss of holy water. Some of the splash had hit the demon though, distracting it just enough for Casey to cut deep with her knife. But now it was gone, having raced up the side of the building and off into the dark.

     “Yeah. You helped scare it away.” She looked down at herself. “And made it look like I pissed myself.”

[normallyxstranger]

"how many fingers am i holding up?" Kaylee & Casey

INJURED AND HURTING // @southern-belle-outcasts

That was a very good question—an important question. She knew it meant she was hurt, but Casey didn't understand how or what. There were just so many questions.

How many fingers?

Her vision was blurry, but she thought she saw—

"Two?"

[normallyxstranger]

❛ Stop making me laugh in serious situations. People think I’m unstable. ❜ Nilza & Casey

STAGES OF A RELATIONSHIP // @southern-belle-outcasts

———

"That might be because you are unstable," she hissed back at her.

Her mouth was really gonna get her in big trouble one day—at the very least, it might earn a smack from Nilza.

But fine. Okay. Casey got the hint. This was serious. No kidding around. She mimed zipping her lips, locking her mouth, and then throwing away the invisible key.

[normallyxstrange]

@southern-belle-outcasts​ sent: “Hey, hey. Now there’s only two people horribly dead here, that’s an acceptable loss.”- Nilza / Casey

from a thing

     “Acceptable?” Her voice rose an octave, emotion rounding each word. “People are--people are dead!”

     There weren’t supposed to be any deaths at all. How could it be acceptable? Big picture, she reminded herself. Look at the big picture. Two were dead, yes, but they’d probably saved dozens--hundreds--by taking out the thing. But she couldn’t. The big picture was too far out of sigh. She couldn’t see beyond the glassy, empty eyes of those two dead women.

      Casey turned her head away. Fuck. She hated this. 

      “I just need a fucking minute.”

[normallyxstrange]

@southern-belle-outcasts​ sent: “Give me a few pins and I could pick this open.” - Nilza / Casey

     Her patience had already wore thin and this lockpicking business was taking way too fucking long. “Yeah, I could do that,” she murmured, “or I could just let you use the lockpicking tools I got.” Casey couldn’t remember just where, exactly, she had picked up the helpful little packet of tools, but it had come in handy more times than she cared to count. It was one of the things she always made sure to take with her when moving from one place to another.

     Without waiting for Nilza to respond, she had her backpack pulled to the side, the front zipper undone in a second. The tools were in another zippered pouch, which bulged with the many pins and tension tools as she removed it. 

     “Just try not to break shit. Dunno when I can get my hands on another one.”

[normallyxstrange]

@southern-belle-outcasts​ sent:  ‘ one more word and i’ll burn your breakfast. don’t test me. ’ - Nilza / Casey

memes || selectively accepting

     Her lips pressed together, damn near disappearing altogether. For a moment, it seemed as if she took the threat to heart and wouldn’t say another word. 

     But then her chair creaked loudly when she pushed back from the table. “Joke’s on you--I like it burned,” she said, the dare clear in her voice, eyebrows lifted. “Burn it black. I don’t care.” Oh, she’d test her.