Hey guys! I've been mostly gone for months while wrestling with school and have come back to find that I've no idea what's going on and not much to contribute with anyone but Sam. Thus, I'm going to step out, leaving Sam, Gert and Claire homeless and popcorn (except Hillary, you may want to puppet Sam a little until someone else picks him up, since ( Read more... )

*cough* SOCKPUPPETRY - Mission complete! *cough*Claire was in the Gryffindor common room right around 2AM or so, growling and smacking at the 'start' button on the damned DDR machine, then narrowing her eyes at the screen and standing on the pads as though she were about to do battle. Because she was about to do battle, damn it all. This thing had ( Read more... )

The Great Hall has been decorated in Ravenclaw colors, as both bride and groom belong to Ravenclaw house. At every place at every table is a small gift bag, Ryuuji's idea for wedding favors: each one contains a little stuffed aardvark holding a pillow with the couple's names and the date embroidered on it in tiny precise stitches, a packet of ( Read more... )

Claire was on the grounds, taking photographs of the existing stained glass for her hat project and damn it all, it was harder than it looked. But it was cool; she'd work it out. She set Rocco on his tripod and aimed it at the closest window --a scene dominated by Slytherin greens-- and waited a second as the light changed.... and then swore again ( Read more... )

Application - Claire Fisher, Six Feet Under

( Hogwarts? Awesome. Art school was a joke anyway. But I solemnly swear I'm not a Weasley. )

I hate to do this, really, but I've completely neglected Claire lately. I think the best move is to popcorn her. So if anyone is interested in picking her up, just post here or contact me.

After much thought, consideration and doubt, Claire decides it's time to tell the truth.

Dear Doctor

I hate to have to tell you this, but I hate keeping it from you even more. I'm not who I've said I am. I am not, in fact, Claire Littleton. I am, as some people call me, an 'Other.' I was born on that island, and so were the other islanders. They ( Read more... )

(OOC: Backdated to here, open to anyone happening to be in the common room at the time ( Read more... )

( Unwarded owl to Claire )

((So I'm back from Turkey, but my internet connections playing up, so I won't be on as much as I'd like!))

Claire collapsed onto a chair; the past week had been exhausting, but it had been essential. Her hands were dirty and she was sure her face was too. There was a strong stench of ammonia and sweat which she only just became aware of. She quickly ( Read more... )