I'm playing with the idea of a female version of Casey. Here is an intro I dashed off. Only thing really preventing me from going further with it is having to do sport research, which could make my head explode. It may eventually happen, just not immediately. This was posted briefly for a RP idea, but life is busy and I don't have time to build a complex blog to support it. This was also posted at one time on a blog I wanted to run, but didn't ultimately have the time to do the number of fics I wanted to do.
I realize typical genderbend Casey is Cassie. However since Casey is a female name as well and the meaning suits the character well (it means brave, watchful) she will remain Casey.
The Ballad of Casey Jones
For as long as I can remember my life has been a battle between my mother and father. My mom wanted a girl, my dad wanted a boy. Too bad for dad, even worse for me. In addition to being shunted from one of their apartments to the other several times a week, any free time I could have had was taken up with classes, lessons, games. Good thing I actually liked athletic things. Ballet, baseball, and gymnastics since before my memory.
Soccer, hockey, a three month stint in England with my mom sent me home with working knowledge of cricket. I learned golf so that my dad could spend "quality time" with me while golfing with his clients. It finally boiled down to me at a private school for ballet, and leaving for whatever sport was in season at that time.
It was inevitable, bodies are only supposed to take so much wear and tear, and without a central coach to regulate me, and my parents pushing me into their choices, my knee gave out. It was painful and career ending for anything I had been involved in since early childhood. I rebelled, doing things that wouldn't have been allowed at my school. I cut my hair too short to be put up, put blood red streaks in it, painted my nails in the same hue. I ate junk food, though I still worked off the extra calories in doctor approved activities. I watched a lot of sports.
Then things got weird, strange reports on the news, strange shadows leaping along the rooftops, slipping through alleys. Then a full blown alien invasion. People were taken away in little pods, most returned. Some did not. Among those who didn't were my parents. So I packed a bag with spare clothes, dumped everything out of my golf bag and shoved in anything that could be used to hit those aliens with, got on the scooter I was given to ferry myself to and from practices, and left. Sure I went back for some supplies after I found a dry spot in the sewers, but not long enough to stay. I got a job delivering pizzas, for the little bit of money I would need. The shop owner didn't like me delivering with my bag, so I rigged a spot to keep my baseball bat on my scooter. It was kind of necessary; there were dangerous things out there.
