Kassidy Weaver / Stature (pymstealer) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2017-02-01 20:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | adam malloy, kassidy weaver |
WHO: Kassidy Weaver and Adam Malloy
WHAT: Kassidy becomes a reincarnate, and it doesn’t go well.
WHERE: M-Town
WHEN: Wednesday, February 1, 2017; early afternoon.
WARNINGS: NPC death, angst. Solid PG-13.
It was a silly thing to want to do, go to the bank where she had her account to take money out of the ATM when there was a perfectly working ATM right across the street from her apartment. Despite having enough money to incur the ATM fees, Kassidy hated wasting her money on something that was avoidable, and because of that she always trekked the extra few blocks to one of her banks whenever she had to withdraw money, no matter the amount. It was especially silly on that day when it was so cold, and she’d been fighting a headache since she’d woken up that morning. It was also something she wouldn’t be bragging to her dad about--this particular bank wasn’t in the best neighborhood, but the other ones were a further walk, and her head really hurt.
There hadn’t been much of a line, which was unusual anywhere in New York City, but could probably be attributed to the fact that it was in the middle of the day. Most people were at work, not waiting for an available ATM at a bank so close to places like M-Town. There were only two people in front of her, though; a man in his forties wearing a suit and tie while speaking in hurried whispers on his smartphone, and a girl around her own age who was equally distracted by a color matching game on her own phone. Kassidy couldn’t judge; her own phone was out and she was typing away a text message to her mother. ‘Okay I’ll come to dinner tomorrow.’
She rubbed at her nose, close to her eye, as the pain in her head took a sharper turn. For a second the room was blurry, taking on an underwater quality that made her nervous. She’d gotten bad headaches before, but never ones that altered her perception and made her dizzy. That couldn’t be normal…
Okay, don’t be scared…
The voice came out of nowhere, a female’s voice that was inside of her own head. Kassidy immediately tensed, lifting her head from her phone to make sure that it wasn’t actually the girl in line ahead of her, her heart beginning to race when it was clear that she really was hearing a voice in her head and, no, she wasn’t hallucinating. The world around her kept moving like nothing life-changing was currently happening amongst them all, which made it all the more terrifying.
I said don’t be scared! This is the opposite of not being scared!
She squeaked, garnering attention from the girl in front of her finally, but Kassidy was suddenly distracted by something much more pressing. The floor below her was quickly shrinking away as she grew taller at a rapid rate, until the building--even with its high ceilings--couldn’t contain her. As the building began to rip apart around her, she could hear panicked screams amidst the loud sounds of demolition that she was smack in the middle of. Pieces of metal, plaster, and glass rained down, and a section of the bank collapsed in on itself. In a panic, she took a step back, her foot landing with a crunch on a parked car.
Ah crap.
It was the sirens that snapped her into focus, giving her a sound to hone in on while Cassie managed to get them back to an acceptable height. By that point the scene was chaos; people were running every which way to escape, most assuming there had been some kind of bombing. It was a lot more believable that there had been a terrorist attack on a bank than the idea of a teenage girl turning giant, but even so, Kassidy did the only logical thing she could think of. She ran.
Her shoes were gone, shredded apart when she’d grown, so she’d had no choice but to run barefoot on the cold concrete. Her clothes weren’t in great shape, either, but that was a problem to be sorted out later, when her heart wasn’t threatening to rip through her chest. At first she didn’t realize where she’d gone; she’d never been in M-Town before, had never had cause to venture into the area her dad had always warned her about, but she somehow recognized it. It was a hazy memory, one she realized with a jolt wasn’t her own. Swallowing, she pushed her hair out of her face, and leaned against the brick of the nearest building to slide down into a seated position. She could only imagine what she looked like; there was blood on her hand, which meant she’d cut her head at some point in the whole fiasco, and she was covered in dirt and debris. She either looked crazy, or somebody was going to immediately figure out…
“Oh, god.” She squeezed her eyes shut. “Oh god oh god oh god…”