ROYAUME DE LA CASSE

Cass avait pratiquement accordé les conversations qui se passaient autour d'elle, les salutations d'amis et de connaissances et autres; elle était bien consciente que pour pratiquement tout le monde ici, elle n'était là que parce qu'elle connaissait les meilleurs cuivres. Une situation littérale 'ami d'un ami'. Si les autres ne l'aimaient pas, c'était dommage. Elle était géniale. Elle se disait ça tous les jours. L'homme hispanique avec qui elle vivait actuellement lui a dit que tous les jours aussi. Il a dit quelque chose en espagnol, mais elle a pensé que c'était positif. Il n'a pas beaucoup parlé en anglais, beaucoup plus d'une sorte de personne.
Il suffit de dire, Cass savait juste qu'elle était géniale et si les autres n'étaient pas d'accord alors ils pouvaient se baiser.
Un bruit de pet humide est venu du coin de Cass du canapé quand la destination a été choisie, suivi d'un geste assez brut impliquant sa main gauche enroulée dans un poing et un mouvement de haut et de bas. "Mannihata? Minne qui? Ça a l'air d'être ennuyeux comme tous les putains d'endroits, Jet Plane. Vous auriez pu louer pour un endroit un peu plus excitant."
Bien sûr, elle savait que ses plaintes n'avaient pas d'importance, tel était le pouvoir de la décision aveugle, mais quand l'avait-elle empêchée de dire, eh bien, n'importe quoi. Tout ce qu'elle savait sur le Minnesota, c'est que c'était un État que les gens oublient existe, comme le Montana ou l'Iowa, et qu'il y a une boule de ficelle quelque part dans l'État. Peut-être que c'était une chanson. Peut-être les deux. Même quand même, il n'a pas semblé la destination de hot spot pour ce voyage en voiture, pas comme une plage ou une grande ville avec beaucoup à faire en peu de temps.
"Plus baiser le Canada. Qui en a besoin, n'est-ce pas? Nous n'avons pas tous des passeports de toute façon, et autant que ce serait amusant, je ne suis pas fan d'être passé en contrebande à l'arrière d'un coffre. Mais vous seriez tous des criminels, ce qui vous rendrait légèrement plus cool. Mais peu importe."
"I have always been more interested in experiment, than in accomplishment."-Orson Welles
Cassandra Jane Rowley
Nickname:Cass is her nickname
Birth date and age: November 14. 18 years old
Sexuality: Are human will sleep with.
In Depth Appearance:
Cass isn't trying to impress anyone with how she dresses, which might explain why she often has a sort of greasy, slovenly look about her, from t-shirts that have what people hope are drink and food stains, to jeans that long since lost their last legs, down to shoes that are run over. There's a certain madness to her outfits that somehow manages to feel just so...fitting. Her hair, golden blonde, is often stringy and unkempt while her blue eyes are striking if only because of her heavy and dark eye shadow that stands out amidst her otherwise pale complexion.
Cass is of average height at 5'5" and her lack of a strict exercise routine is quite clear from her figure, which isn't as slim and trim as is the 'ideal'. A diet of bad food will do that to a person. So long as she can make her ass fit into her jeans, she's perfectly fine with her choices. Some have called her style punk. She thinks that that is stupid as her style is just whatever. There's no style.
  
Personality:
• Loud• Crass • Fearless • 
There's always that one person you know growing up that everyone figures will be a dropout, burnout, or behind bars because of their attitude, that person parents don't want their kids hanging out with for the most superficial of reasons, and Cass is that girl. Her reputation is almost as loud as she is, and considering the pipes she has that's quite impressive. Cass controls a room with her voice when her actions don't do it for her, though most people just find her grating, gross, or annoying. Cass has little time for the people who can't keep up with her on some level though she holds the people that give her a chance in high regard. She's never going to be the one to apologize for her actions, but she'll also be the first one to volunteer to do something that could get people into trouble. Her reputation is already in the mud, no need to drag others down with her.
Cass has an undeniable charisma about her, the same way that a front man for a band would have and though the legality and morality of her ideas stretch the limits of acceptable, one can never deny that a time with Cass is never boring. Whether or not that's a good thing is up to the individual.
And the parents were right about one thing, at least. Cass did drop out of high school.
Likes:
The Dead Milkmen. She bought an old Camaro because of the song Bitchin Camaro
 Vinyl albums. Not to collect, per se. They break real good.
 Macaroni and Cheese. It's the greatest food ever made. But not that Kraft crap.
 Cooking and making breakfast, then uploading her Instagram with breakfast photos. It's a thing, shut up.
 Making Mistakes. It doesn't matter how bad something goes, so long as you live through it and find a way to do it better.
 Driving with no destination in mind.
 
Dislikes:
 Holding down a job.
 People that are indecisive
 Hospitals and doctors
 Law enforcement, but only when they inconvenience her.
 Fruit juices. Just eat a damn fruit.
 
Fears:
 Being imprisoned, and that's both a metaphor and literal
 Hospitals. Just...just hospitals
 Being forgotten
  
Biography:
A question many have after meeting Cass is 'was she always like that?' And the answer might come as a surprise if ever there was anyone around to hear it. Cass, born Cassandra, Rowley comes from a well off family, the type of family that has wings of a hospital or building named after them. The type of family that lives in a gated community and speaks ill about those that look different than they do. You know the type. Cass bought into the lifestyle as a child, taking the piano lessons after private school and being groomed to be a perfect little socialite, auctioned off to some other nouveau riche suitor to keep the money and conditioning well alive. It was around the start of middle school when Cass began to change. Her parents liked to blame the less fortunate as a bad influence, but it was just a matter of Cass seeing her parents and realizing that she wanted to be anything but them.
Cass attended public high school, which was about as big a slap in the face to her family as she could do without bringing home an unwanted suitor, and went to great lengths to hide her fortunate status from the others. She accomplished this by wearing clothes straight out of punk music videos, at first being a very poor poser but slowly, over time, adapting the anarchistic, wild child lifestyle for herself. All the marks were checked on the list. Smoking behind the gym. Truancy. A stint with a shitty garage band. Being thrown out of said band for thinking that their one and only gig had to end with her kicking a bigass hole in the drummer's kit. Cass embraced a life of attitude and loose morals even if it meant being cut off from her family's bank account.
Despite her grades being on the passing end of the spectrum, Cass dropped out near the end of her junior year. Because of how she acted she never relied on her parents for money (other than asking them to buy her a bitchin camaro for her sixteenth) and took up odd jobs around town, from mowing lawns with a lawn care company, to temp work, to her most recent stint as a waitress at the cheapest, and thus most popular, diner in town. She hates it, the responsibilities of working, which is why she often looks for ways to cause trouble or get fired after making enough to cover what expenses she needs, though her parents have, without her knowledge, been footing some of her bills as a potential olive branch.
Secret: She has one.
Theme Song:
Flagpole Sitta - Harvey Danger
Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding
The cretins cloning and feeding
And I don't even own a TV
Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And I'm so hot, cause I'm in hell
I'm not sick, but I'm not well
And it's a sin, to live so well
Modify by Kniles
Tell me how I'm gonna make this work now
Everything around me wants to keep on rolling me by
And I don't wanna make it worse now
So I tear the pages out but you keep on calling me
King of the world
Ruling nothing at all
King of the world
Ruling nothing at all
I could learn to live without you
But I never could forget about you
Gotta learn to live without you
On my mind
On my mind
King of the world
Ruling nothing at all