Miss Sassy1
2nd Level Orange Feather
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- Jul 11, 2010
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-Real name:
[*] Casey Christopher James (just because I don’t need creepers to know my real name and look me up
-Alter ego name:
[*] Why Miss Sassy of course
-Costume design:
[*] Fox ears, fangs, and a long bushy tail. I would wear a biker outfit. Black silk short sleeved shirt, a black leather jacket, and tight black pants with black boots. I would probably wear a black hairband as well. Oh, and don't forget the fingerless gloves. They're Black as well *nods*
-Special powers:
[*] Super speed
[*] Can climb trees and buildings
[*] Can talk her way out of anything
[*] Can read people’s mind and talk with her own mind
-Weakness:
[*] Is really Sassy
[*] gets annoyed too easily
[*] Coffee
[*] Extremely ticklish
-Bio:
It all happened while Casey was on a fieldtrip to a chemical factory, where scientists work. Some bad-boy idiot thought it would be funny to mix up chemicals (after the Professor that worked there had told them not to touch anything), and the building blew up. The good news was that the class had left. The bad news is that Casey, who was in charge of making sure everyone, had followed the Professor outside (to look at chemically induced plants) had stayed behind. Thus, Miss Sassy was born. One of the chemicals had come from a fox feces, so because of that Casey and the other idiot were made to be Fox creatures. Though she is a goody two shoes most of the time, she has used her image to scare away bullies, and tends to get cocky, even to her professors.
If you want to join in on the rpg, then pm either MrSnurf or I, unless you've already got permission before hand. B) Otherwise, pm me if you have any comments or questions. >< I don't want to have to keep deleting this
Casey woke up to the sound of soft yet loud beeping noises. Opening an eye, she noticed that she was in a small cubicle room with a bunch of loud beeping machines, and everything was white from the ceiling to the floor, and only one window stood amongst the southeast wall of the room. Oh great, she was in the hospital. She looked to her right and saw the annoying machine. It was currently attached to various parts of her body; such as her arms, chest, sides, and hips, and it was telling the room that she was still alive.
That only solved part of her problem though. Casey could make out the sound of scribbling, as if someone was writing on a piece of paper. Looking to her left, she noticed that that scribbling sound was in fact someone writing. She gazed at the doctor with a curious yet annoyed look, waiting for him to notice that she was awake.
“Why am I here?” She asked, trying to remember the events at the science that had transpired. She remembered staying behind as one of her idiot classmates had mixed up two different chemicals, and then the next thing she knows, she’s waking up inside of the hospital. Casey gulped as she waited for the doctor to say something, anything.
“You were involved in an explosion along with several of your classmates. You’re very lucky to be alive Miss James.” The doctor said. Casey couldn’t help but notice that the doctor was trying not to look at her. Sure, she was sort of pretty, but seriously, he had to be at least twenty or so years older than she was. Sighing, she gazed at the IV in her arm.
“Where are the others? Are they OK? Can I see them?” Casey asked, one question after the other, barely giving the doctor to reply between each question.
“I’m sorry Miss James, but I can’t allow you to see them right now.” The doctor had a grave expression on his face. Feeling the sudden urge to find her friends, Casey ripped off the heart monitor and the ivy and hopped off the bed, running out of the door.
“Miss James, wait” the doctor tried stopping her, and the last thing she said to him was “Fuck off” before running out of the door. Casey looked around frantically for one of her friends.
“PATRICK … where the hell are you, PATRICK?” Casey screamed desperately trying to find one of her friends. She continued searching the rooms and hallways, and was stopped frequently by a few nurses before she escaped and ran into someone, or rather something. Eyes widening, Casey’s jaw dropped to the ground.
“What the hell are you?” Ok, so that wasn’t polite but Casey was not in no condition to be polite.
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