12-11-2009, 10:24 PM
ooc- anyone welcome! 
Cass is in his optime form (Word count- 200+)
Ugh, it's so wet. Cassius sighed. The rain continued to pour outside for the last three hours, not letting him roam around and collect things in the territory of his new home. How could he get more parts if he couldn't go out to find them? The coyote flipped his long hair to the side, letting his eyes see in front of him. He hadn't had a haircut in a while and his mane was starting to overgrow, getting tangled and uncomfortable. His purple eyes rolled with disapointment, as he forgot to bring scissors with him. Oh well, somebody here might have some anyway. He turned away from the window in his room,which streamed with raindrops that spattered upon it. He opened his bag and took out a project he was working on, a candle holder that lit the candle by remote control. He salvaged the remote from an old apartment building back in the deep South. He figured it was for some sort of television, but he didn't see one in the wreckage, only a user's manual.
Cass proceeded to take out his tool and continue fixing up his "invention". The remote was currently taken apart, diseccted to configure the frequency. He placed a r/c car receiver inside the holder, linking it with a few wires. He picked up a couple manuals and began reading through them to figure out the next step. He threw down the books on the desk, groaning in frustration.
Cass is in his optime form (Word count- 200+)Ugh, it's so wet. Cassius sighed. The rain continued to pour outside for the last three hours, not letting him roam around and collect things in the territory of his new home. How could he get more parts if he couldn't go out to find them? The coyote flipped his long hair to the side, letting his eyes see in front of him. He hadn't had a haircut in a while and his mane was starting to overgrow, getting tangled and uncomfortable. His purple eyes rolled with disapointment, as he forgot to bring scissors with him. Oh well, somebody here might have some anyway. He turned away from the window in his room,which streamed with raindrops that spattered upon it. He opened his bag and took out a project he was working on, a candle holder that lit the candle by remote control. He salvaged the remote from an old apartment building back in the deep South. He figured it was for some sort of television, but he didn't see one in the wreckage, only a user's manual.
Cass proceeded to take out his tool and continue fixing up his "invention". The remote was currently taken apart, diseccted to configure the frequency. He placed a r/c car receiver inside the holder, linking it with a few wires. He picked up a couple manuals and began reading through them to figure out the next step. He threw down the books on the desk, groaning in frustration.