@mossyent . sniper verse starter

It was Cassandra's first time off-base, but really, this was just another base. Less secret, sure. Still not exactly freedom. Her eyes scanned everything around her, a little frown knitting her eyebrows together. But what could have looked like innocent curiosity was in fact careful planning. This was it. Her first real shot at running away with Mina.

For now, though, she still had to play along. After 2 years of somewhat excellent behavior, they had loosened the leash. She couldn't ruin everything by being rash. So, she smiled at the man -tall, very tall- she had been paired with. "Hello," she said politely Well, coldly, really.

@mossyent goes on an awkward road trip 🚗

Cassandra wasn't usually uncomfortable around Reggie, she even enjoyed his company a lot. But the "events" that had unfolded in Seattle's undercity certainly made things a little bit more awkward, now. Not that she blamed him for it. She understood better than most how some things could just make people... snap. But it was difficult to act as if nothing had happened. She could still feel the barrel of his rifle, pressed against her forehead.

"So... How are you feeling?" she finally asked, partly to break the silence that had settled in the car, but also because she was genuinely worried about him. It was always a lot easier for Cassandra to worry about everyone else but herself.

@multipleoccupancy sent: "If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun." - James for Spy Cass from: 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

"I'm not surprised that you would think that, Bond," dryly retorted Cassandra, keeping up with him as they walked into the hotel lobby, "I've heard that you love breaking rules."

She had been given quite the brief about him, back at the CIA. Womanizer, impulsive, troublemaker... A long, long list of warnings. They had not said it outright, but Cassandra could still imagine why she had been sent to work with him. After all, she had her own reputation at the CIA. Stickler for rules, cold, bit of a teacher's pet. And married.

"I appreciate your concerns, but I don't need your help to have fun. Besides, we're here to work."

@multipleoccupancy . 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Now that it was just the two of them in the car, a long silence had settled. It wasn't too awkward, probably because they were both enjoying this quiet moment without Ignatius' endless babbling.

Cassandra wasn't even sure what to say, anyway. In a single day, her entire life had been turned upside down. She could feel the edges of her mind, bending under the pressure, and yet she was strangely calm. It was a coping mechanism, probably. Anything to avoid thinking about the waves of emotions, threatening to break the dam and flood her.

Almost instinctively, her brain had started gluing pieces together, trying to make sense of her evening. So she wouldn't go crazy, probably. She kept repeating to herself that it was just one instance, one strange thing. That perhaps, if she thought about it hard enough, she'd find a logical explanation. The world was logical, the world had to be logical.

She kept blinking too fast; as if to brush away the images etched into her cornea. The distorted silhouette floating above ground, pieces of flesh turning to ash and dust before her.

And then, of course, she'd made a fool of herself. Shooting the dead thing like a crazy person. After all her talk and efforts to save the woman trapped in there. Ironic.

"Sorry I punched you," she finally exhaled, and the words almost sounded like a sigh. They resonated weirdly in the car, and for a minute she regretted breaking the silence.

"You were just trying to help."

@multipleoccupancy sent: “we can sleep in shifts. i’ll take the first watch” — A displeased and angry Edgar from: 「   RP MEME :    ONLY ONE BED .   」

"The first watch?" repeated Cassandra with a smile, "this is a motel room Edgar, not a war zone."

She was already putting her bag on the room's old cabinet. After such a long day on the road, she really just wanted to sleep. Ignatius was behind this little setup, of course. It seemed to be his idea of a joke. But now, it was too late in the night to change rooms.

Obviously, she wasn't too happy about the situation either. The idea of sleeping in the same bed as Edgar was definitely a little bit odd, and she wasn't sure she wanted to discover whether he was a boxer or a pajama man. It would kind of ruin the mystery, right? He was such a stern man.

But she also didn't want him sleeping on the uncomfortable chair by the (shitty) TV, let alone have them take shifts throughout the night! Last time, he had slept uncomfortably on the chair, and if Cassandra had enjoyed having the whole bed to herself, she still felt guilty about it.

"I assure you Bigfoot won't try and attack us tonight," she said, trying to lighten up the mood. "We're both adults, we can sleep in the same bed. You've driven all day, Edgar, you need a proper rest." She would have happily helped him drive, but no one was allowed to drive his car.

@regretmedicineandsmokes . John gets a starter 👽

Cassandra had busied herself with her new Winchester shotgun for the past hour, cleaning it by the little table next to the TV. She kept glancing at John, frowning, and then returning to her task. Why didn't he remember? Sure, she hadn't retained any memory from her own abduction, but John didn't remember anything from the past month. Not just the abduction, all of it!

"So... What do you remember?" she finally asked, albeit a little bit abruptly. It had been bugging her all day.

@multipleoccupancy Killian moves to Chesapeake 🏘️

Cassandra was always the teachers' pick when it came to helping a new student acclimate to the school. So, she wasn't particularly surprised when they asked her to show the new kid around, a certain Theo Beneventi who was arriving from New York. Everyone was pretty excited, obviously. For small-town teens, living in New York seemed like a thrilling existence.

She, of course, took her role very seriously. "How are you liking the school so far?" she asked him as they walked down the corridor that led to their lockers, "it must be very different from New York."

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 . 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 mutuals only

"What are you doing here? This is a crime scene!"

Cassandra's Arena - The Laboratory The gamemakers were eager to make this year particularly entertaining after the past year's freezing arena fiasco. There were no trees or grass in this arena, no sky or open space. The tributes were all locked inside a dark, sterile laboratory. Nothing but labyrinthine corridors leading to labs and hangars. Each room had new nightmares in store for the tributes, including mutts, poisonous gas, or dangerous chemicals. Mutts were the biggest threats in this arena. They were everywhere, hidden or roaming the corridors. It was meant as a way to show the Capitol's modernity and scientific advancements, showcasing many different mutts, all predatory and deadly. Doors played tricks on the tributes too. They were all automated and could open and close at random, sometimes trapping tributes together, or trapping tributes with rabid mutts. Water could be found in certain labs (but one ran the risk of drinking chemicals, as not all the jars and bottles were labeled). Food was much harder to come by, and tributes quickly understood that dead mutts would have to be their only source of sustenance. Cassandra had grown up in a laboratory and was used to this sort of setting, though it awoke many bad memories of her parents performing tests on her. On the third day, she got herself locked in a room after the door closed and wouldn't open, her sudden panic resulted in a violent episode during which she massacred three tributes and some mutts. After that, she was catatonic for a few hours, before the door finally unlocked. This year's Games were deemed the most terrifying and shocking Games ever, and the Head Gamemaker resigned not too long after.

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

Cassandra, Mina, Effie, Lucretia, Lucy Gray, Clove

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@multipleoccupancy James goes to a diner ☕

"Look, but be discreet. There is a super cute guy in that booth!"

Cassandra looked in the direction Jessica, her friend and colleague, was pointing, and yes, she had to admit that he was, indeed, very cute. Handsome, actually. He looked like he had jumped out of a movie or something. "You should go take his order," insisted her friend, literally pushing her away from the counter. Cassandra didn't have time to argue.

So, she went to the man's table, trying to ignore the eyes of Jessica, literally following her as she walked and took her notepad out of her pocket. "Hi there," she said politely, "what can I get you today?"

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄?

Cassandra Miller & Mina Miller

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👥- Adoption Verse Miller Sisters and Killian

Moodboard Prompts 👥 The relationship between our muses / @multipleoccupancy

@imjustanauthor . 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑

Cassandra has not left the office much in the past week. They had never received so many missing children alerts at the same time. The pile of files on her desk kept getting bigger and bigger every day. But so far these children seemed to belong to... no one?

It was always the same bizarre story, too. A pair of children knocking at a stranger's door, late at night. Always saying they were lost, that they just needed to call their parents.

She stretched slowly, letting out a long, frustrated sigh. A new file had just been added to the pile, and she eyed it almost resentfully. She flipped through it anyway, unsurprisingly finding the same witness statement again. A middle-aged couple worrying about a strange pair of kids who said they were lost, but then vanished without a trace.

The creaking of the door dragged her out of her thoughts, and she looked up only to find a man standing there. Oh, she'd heard of him. Everyone at the Bureau had heard of him.

Spooky. Special Agent Fox Mulder. Always snooping around other people's cases to try and prove they were paranormal. And sure, Cassandra had been thinking about it. This case? It was getting weird. Very weird. Could even be Delta Green material. But she didn't want famous-conspiracy-theorist Mulder trying to meddle with it!

"Can I help you?" she still asked him (albeit reluctantly).

🌈 Cassandra

send a 🌈 + an oc and i’ll make a moodboard using the color i associate with them / accepting

Cassandra + copper

𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

After their abduction, the Miller sisters are alone. Worried about losing her sister to the foster system, Cassandra starts working odd jobs and participates in shooting competitions for a quick buck. While she has no memory of her abduction, she has noticed her unnaturally good aim and tries to make good use of it. Her exploits attract the attention of some very, very dangerous people, who offer to hire her services for money. A lot of money. Enough money to make sure Mina will want for nothing. Cassandra is 17, lost, terrified, and eventually relatively easy to convince. She starts her career as a paid assassin, telling herself that it's all for the good of her little sister.

𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 with @multipleoccupancy's Moriarty

Cassandra's skills have attracted the attention of Professor Moriarty, who easily convinces her to join his "worthy" cause in exchange for a lot of money and the certitude that Mina won't be sent into foster care. Cassandra agrees, and the Miller sisters move to the UK. She's barely 18, it's easy to believe Professor Moriarty and convince herself that she is doing all that for the greater good. She doesn't realize how dangerous the man she works for truly is.

𝐒𝐍𝐈𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

Unfortunately for the Miller sisters, their return home is no respite. The military, informed of their abduction and week-long disappearance, fetches them before anyone can even know they're back. The sisters are "vanished" and sent to a secret military base. They try to escape a lot, at first. But Cassandra is easily threatened into behaving, and as soon as Mina's safety comes into play, she complies. Both girls start training, and the military is set on utilizing whatever physical enhancements the Grays have given them. Quickly realizing their unnaturally good aim, both sisters are trained and then sent to the U.S. Army Sniper School. To the rest of the world, Cassandra and Mina Miller are presumed dead.