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So, for a year, the newly dubbed Cassidy Starbreeze worked in bars and in cafes as a waitress, not looking for a break, but focusing on turning her voice into a finely tuned instrument. If she couldn't get a job in his places all because she wouldn't debase herself, then his places were not worth it. Finally, she did get a break, strangely on break at the karaoke bar she was working at, cooing into the microphone at the request of some Japanese tourists. A man who ran a club of his own, the Lucky Star, asked if he could convince her to work at his place. She happily agreed, and as he expected, her voice began to bring in the crowds. He didn't get any other benefits from her, but with the other girls willing, and Cassidy bringing in people, he didn't mind very much.<br> | So, for a year, the newly dubbed Cassidy Starbreeze worked in bars and in cafes as a waitress, not looking for a break, but focusing on turning her voice into a finely tuned instrument. If she couldn't get a job in his places all because she wouldn't debase herself, then his places were not worth it. Finally, she did get a break, strangely on break at the karaoke bar she was working at, cooing into the microphone at the request of some Japanese tourists. A man who ran a club of his own, the Lucky Star, asked if he could convince her to work at his place. She happily agreed, and as he expected, her voice began to bring in the crowds. He didn't get any other benefits from her, but with the other girls willing, and Cassidy bringing in people, he didn't mind very much.<br> | ||
One day, Cassidy woke up like she normally did, at 11 am. But instead of eating at home, for once, she decided to treat herself. While she was at a small cafe that had been recommended by a coworker, a bible-thumper went into a tirade of abuse about the 'whores of Babylon,' including herself, and Cassidy snapped, taking the man outside into the plaza and going into her own ice-cold retort about assumptions and tearing his arguments down, piece by piece, to the applause of the crowd. And then she turned on her heel, walking away and trying not to scream. A part of her envied that he actually had something to believe in, and as noon came, there was a pulse as she finally let her fury out, slamming her fist into a wall.<br> | One day, Cassidy woke up like she normally did, at 11 am. But instead of eating at home, for once, she decided to treat herself. While she was at a small cafe that had been recommended by a coworker, a bible-thumper went into a tirade of abuse about the 'whores of Babylon,' including herself, and Cassidy snapped, taking the man outside into the plaza and going into her own ice-cold retort about assumptions and tearing his arguments down, piece by piece, to the applause of the crowd. And then she turned on her heel, walking away and trying not to scream. A part of her envied that he actually had something to believe in, and as noon came, there was a pulse as she finally let her fury out, slamming her fist into a wall.<br> | ||
| β | In that moment of clarity and despair, there was a whisper, a pulse. Cassidy wasn't too sure just what it was, but something sparked in her, and she knew it. Something was burning, an inner fire that was warming her, burning away her tears. That night, she began to sing brighter than ever, and things began to get... weird. She has made friends with a handful of people who had seen her rant at the preacher, who look up to her and her Inner Fire, and well, there's Fuzzy. He has promised to introduce her to a few of his friends at some point, saying that they will be really impressed with her 'blazing brush.' | + | In that moment of clarity and despair, there was a whisper, a pulse. Cassidy wasn't too sure just what it was, but something sparked in her, and she knew it. Something was burning, an inner fire that was warming her, burning away her tears. That night, she began to sing brighter than ever, and things began to get... weird. She has made friends with a handful of people who had seen her rant at the preacher, who look up to her and her Inner Fire, and well, there's Fuzzy. He has promised to introduce her to a few of his friends at some point, saying that they will be really impressed with her 'blazing brush.' |
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==Personality== | ==Personality== | ||
