Wings

Quinque || Sloth

Cassidy sighed, tiredness filling her every pore as her hand rubbed at her eyes. As she trudged up the stairs to her flat, she pulled her bag from her shoulder and let out a loud groan. Somehow her keys had fallen to the bottom of her bag, and now she would have to pull everything out to find them. The want to scream was slowly rising, and with how the neighbors were screaming at each other (the echo as clear as day) they'd reached their tether too.

After the excitement of the explosion, the kids would just not calmed down no matter what she did. Many commented on how they shouldn't really be in the school without proper precautions, and so many children in her class had to be taken out half way during her lesson for a pre-organised counseling session.

She rubbed her hand over her face and winced, feeling how her shirt clung to her body with blood. It wasn't hers, one of the students- they had freaked out when (of course it would fucking happen in her class no less) a bulb exploded overhead and they had cut themselves on their scissors trying to get away.

It wasn't that serious, but a hand wound bleeds like a bitch. The kid had almost had a breakdown, and Cassidy had to calm them down. Which didn't work when she wasn't under the table the kid had managed to press themselves under, only devolving more into a sobbing mess. Eventually it entailed her climbing, and ripping her trousers because of course they snagged on a sharp bit of the table, under it like a two year old and stroking the students back as they clung to her and sobbed. It made bile form at the back of her throat as she realized that she had caused this, and that the child would probably never get over the experience and if they did they would be left with many emotional scars.

As she was saying, she didn't have a very good day. The only good part of her day was the fact that Demos was decidedly absent, leaving her to bask in the non-irritation he left behind.

Her shoes, or Satan's new play toy as she had deemed them internally, dragged on the floor. Irritatingly, they heels caught on the every dip and rip in the fabric- causing her to trip. Gritting her teeth, she caught herself for the umpteenth time as she caught sight of her door. Home sweet, decrepit, home. Frustration hummed through her body, shoes already being ripped off by careless hands. All she wanted to do was get in and have a long bath, put on her pajamas and sleep for about seven millennia. And she'd done that before, and the comfort she'd gained from that was unreal.

Opening her front door with a huff, she almost ripped her suit jacket off and threw it at her coat hanger. Cassidy ran her hands through her hair, again sighing as she rolled her shoulders. In a vain attempt to remove some of the tension in her shoulders, she tried contorting her arms into weird positions. After giving up, a cramp in her hand now apparent, she closed her front door and bolted it- checking the lock twice from habit.

Taking a deep breath, she pressed her forehead against the door- allowing some of her tiredness to ebb from her body. Pushing off from it, she walked into the living room- intent on cleaning up a little.

Her living room was quaint, the flooring was a deep cream whilst the walls; a deep red. Her furniture was black, plush and leather with her modest TV standing at the helm. Two mugs littered her lounge, one from the night before and one from the morning. Trailing into the kitchen, placing the mugs in the sink, she flicked her white kettle on- grabbing one of her favourite floral mugs from the second shelf.

"I'd like a coffee, ta." Yelping, Cassidy jerked forwards- her head connecting with the cupboard before slipping backwards. The mug was already long gone, smashed against the floor in a scattering of pottery.

Roughly, she landed on her butt as the mug crunched under her, the harsh crunch of its porcelain reverberating through her small kitchen. Hissing, Cassidy sat up with a dark scowl curling her features, one shard of porcelain gouged deep into her butt cheek. Blood was already dripping down her leg as she winced from the pain, the red a stark mark on her pale skin.