Mistress Dizzy

Misfits: Rise of the Delinquents (Closed)

There we go. I promise Kassy will open up eventually. ^^;

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Kassandra Keighley-Rey

Kassandra could swear she saw the slightest hint of sympathy in Tony’s face, as her question was answered. Or maybe that was annoyance for having such a naive question in the first place. Still, she felt her stomach drop, and her mumbled “yes, sir” likely went unheard.

As Tony left them to their work, one of the others introduced himself. She wasn’t quite sure what to say to all of the beforehand – was she being flirted with by a boy her age, or was he just like that? “I’m K - Kassandra.” Was all she managed, but he seemed to understand that she was well out of her comfort zone.

While she was watching some of them greet each other like old friends, a short girl with pretty purple hair walked up to her. The instructions were a surprise, but she was definitely grateful for them. She followed with paint and brush in hand, settling quietly to the task she’d been given. “...thank you.” A grateful smile flashed the dimples in her cheeks, the first hint of relaxation she'd shown since arriving that morning.

After she got the can open, and into the rhythm of the work, her mind settled. A song slipped between her lips as she painted slow, careful stripes to the beat.

https://youtu.be/HNBCVM4KbUM?feature=shared

Honestly, she never could clean without music. She couldn't get out sooner, but perhaps Tony was right. If she just kept her head down, the time would pass anyway. Though, she did want to find her way to Henry eventually. She'd remembered him. The one person who'd jumped to her defense, quite enthusaistically. He seemed popular and friendly, and she owed him an apology. If not for her, he wouldn't be here.

"Don't worry... about a thing... 'cause every little thing... gonna be alright."

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its near midnight and i am struck with the agony of the blank page.

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I see the posts and I will be with yall tomorrow at some point=, sorry for the delay

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Ok so I read a synopsis of the show on Wikipedia... and um... what the uh... what???

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Testing if that color is readable for everyone.

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Kassandra Keighley-Rey

Kassandra, for the third time that morning, pulled and tugged at the ill-fitting orange jumpsuit that was to be her uniform for the next six months. She'd almost vomited when she put it on. Not because of the color, though it was ugly. No - putting this on made this situation all too real.

She was a criminal.

If she'd known that this would be the outcome, she would have done something different. Waited inside for the bus. Not joined the contest at all.

Kept hitting until that pint-breathed prick couldn't speak to a girl without questioning his life choices

"Ugh."

She stood toward the back of the group, the warden's speech going in and out of her ears. The other people looked tough, and bored, like they'd done this before. None of them near tears like her. She wanted to melt into the ground.

...did that guy look familiar? The one with the slick, black hair. She'd seen him before.

The warden asking for questions snapped her attention back to the front. Shyly, she raised her hand. Not quite looking him in the eye, she spoke at a volume just above a whisper. "Um. S-sir, if our behavior is excellent... is there a chance that we could get out... sooner?" If misbehavior meant punishment, surely the opposite meant reward?

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Thank you! I guarantee I do *not* understand - I just can't see all that well so looking at code turns into mush very, very fast.

Also yes, Samara Joy's voice is ageless, I get the chills every time.

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Kassandra Keighley-Rey

Kassandra Keighley-Rey

Appearance

Kassy is about 5’7 and fat. Her eyes are brown, her hair is black, thick and coily. Usually she wears it braided back in simple cornrows or two strand twists. She has a feminine fashion sense, enjoying skirts, makeup and jewelry. However, what she wears is a little out of style and tends to hide her body rather than accent it.

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Full Name

Kassandra Eveline Keighley-Rey

Age

18

Sex

Female

Sexuality

Pansexual

Birthplace

Trenchtown, Jamaica

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Characteristics

Reserved and very polite in public. Tries very hard to be soft and kind and ladylike. Most teachers would consider her a good influence and model student. Most classmates would consider her boring and uptight.

There’s a more honest and rough young woman beneath the public face. Someone who doesn’t bite her tongue, someone who doesn’t care about what anyone else thinks. Someone truly angry about having to be showed down over and over again, even by herself. That part of Kassandra defended herself, drew blood, got her stuck in community service, and may yet set her free.

Goals and aspirations

Kassandra wants to get out of the UK and go back to Jamaica. While she tells people she just wants to go to university in the country of her birth, she secretly hopes to make something of herself as a singer. She knows it’s a child’s dream, that it’s just as likely to leave her poor and begging on the street than to be successful. But it’s been the only thing she feels is her own desire – not something she’s been told she wants, or should be or should do.

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CV

She’s had menial jobs, mostly. Babysitting, lifeguarding, working local shops, even tutoring. She’s also written a few papers for other students, but found it too hard to keep up with.

Crime

Assault.

It was her mother’s birthday and her father was spending the day at work. He had already called to let Kassy know she’d be alone, as if it hadn’t been that way for 4 years. Kassy had been planning to join the amateur night singing contest at the bar for months. But that phone call assuaged the guilt she felt for keeping it a secret.

She chose a lovely, smoky jazz tune that she’d been practicing for months. It was earnest and heartful, with the raw sound of a talent untamed. But it wasn’t quite a legendary triumph. Song

Maybe it was the choice of song, too slow and moody for the location, maybe she rushed a few notes. Maybe the crowd was brought down instead of up. She got second place, a small cash prize, and several coupons for free meals. First place would have been amazing, but all in all, she was satisfied.

The trouble didn’t start until afterward. A group of frequent patrons, several beers past drunk, started to jeer and tease Kassy while she waited for the bus outside the bar that evening. Despite her begging to be left alone, one of them reached out for her. To touch her, to hurt her – she’d never know.

She doesn’t remember consciously choosing to throw a punch, or having a plan for if it failed. But she swung and hit – and then kept hitting in fury and fear. The police arrived to break up the “fight”. Unfortunately, not many people were willing to stand in defense of the young woman with bloodied knuckles. Despite being the victim of harassment, she was considered the instigator of the brawl. The men got a harsh sentence, but Kassy’s record was still marked.

Background

Kassandra was 8 when she and her parents, Neville and Kaya emigrated to the UK. She has warm-tinged memories of sunny school days, Sunday school, plucking fresh mangoes and frog bananas from the trees. Singing in the rain, swimming in the ocean. Staying up too late, listening to her parents argue about money, and children and hold each other tight afterward.

Moving to the UK felt like some kind of punishment to the young woman. Wet but not warm, cloudy on a good day – and full of strangers. Classmates that teased her for her accent, or being heavy, or anything else they could find. Her parents said the uneasiness would stop, that she’d make friends, that she’d stop being sick and miserable each winter. It happened to her mother, too, every now and again. Just a little winter cough. Maybe a little worse this year.

It was still there in the spring. Allergies? Dust? Too much work – maybe avoid stress? Hard to do with a mortgage and a daughter entering high school in a year.

By the summer, Kaya had begun to lose weight in a way that finally caused doctors alarm. The chemo started in autumn. The excuses started before the snow began again. “...Stage 4... Metastasized-” “Exacerbated by-” “If we had only caught it earlier…”

Words that were ultimately empty by the time Kaya passed, leaving behind a devastated husband and an unmoored daughter. The two of them proved to be birds of a feather – but in two separate trees. Neville threw himself into work. Kassy threw herself into school. Neither of them quite knew what to do with the hole of grief in their lives and hearts.

Their relationship was already strained, but it shattered once Kassy was arrested. They haven’t spoken since her sentencing.

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Power

Vivacious Vocals: Kassy’s voice has been given an extraordinary quality of force. If she yells loud enough, she can shatter glass and crack the earth. She can also throw her voice to make her words seem to come from other places, or people. Finally, she can simply make what she’s saying seem ‘important’ – drawing focus like a singer’s spotlight. Borne of a bone-deep desire to stop being ignored, stop being isolated, and to be *seen* for better or worse.

Skills & Abilities

Singing! Writing papers, disguising handwriting, swimming, fake smiling.

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I would like to return my gift for store credit.

I will move her, but would someone mind fixing the code? I don't know what I broke or how.