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Who: Claire Bennet (autophoenix) and Clark Kent (clarklike)
What: Breaking more bad news about Paradisa and losses.
When: Late morning on Friday, October 8, 2010
Where: Kitchen, First Floor, The Castle
Rating: PG
I'm sure he'd like to talk to you.
The words haunted her. There seemed to be a lot of people who wanted to talk to her since she'd gotten there, and none of them had been people she knew. She'd finally made it to a point in her life where she was actually happy with the people she knew, and they were gone. For good, it seemed like. Regardless of what Clark had said, it seemed kind of hard to have faith that she might get sent home at some point when the face of an uncertain length of time in a parallel dimension or space pocket or … whatever was staring her in the face.
It helped a little that he hadn't bothered to pretend that he wasn't hiding something when she'd called him on it. He wasn't very good at hiding things, but that was probably the only thing Claire felt confident in being able to add to her list of factoids about Clark Kent. Which was just a part of the unsettling reminder that everyone there seemed to know everything about her, and she knew … well, just about nothing about any of them.
Talk about a pain. At least she'd managed to keep from blurting out her questions about if they knew about what she could do. She wanted to be honest, wanted to be forthcoming, but coming out with it if it turned out they didn't know? Would be nothing but bad news, especially if Noah Bennet were to come back around.
So, with her mind set on a way to discreetly find out if they knew or not, she made her way down more flights of stairs than she knew what to do with -- what a pain, was this going to be what it was like every day? Maybe she would just start asking the castle for food, at that rate -- toward the kitchen on the first floor. It, like most of the castle that she had explored thus far, was bigger than she expected. But, then, one could never really consider themselves prepared for a castle, so she didn't feel too badly about it.
Instead, she just pulled open a refrigerator door and began to browse while she waited for Clark to get there.
What: Breaking more bad news about Paradisa and losses.
When: Late morning on Friday, October 8, 2010
Where: Kitchen, First Floor, The Castle
Rating: PG
I'm sure he'd like to talk to you.
The words haunted her. There seemed to be a lot of people who wanted to talk to her since she'd gotten there, and none of them had been people she knew. She'd finally made it to a point in her life where she was actually happy with the people she knew, and they were gone. For good, it seemed like. Regardless of what Clark had said, it seemed kind of hard to have faith that she might get sent home at some point when the face of an uncertain length of time in a parallel dimension or space pocket or … whatever was staring her in the face.
It helped a little that he hadn't bothered to pretend that he wasn't hiding something when she'd called him on it. He wasn't very good at hiding things, but that was probably the only thing Claire felt confident in being able to add to her list of factoids about Clark Kent. Which was just a part of the unsettling reminder that everyone there seemed to know everything about her, and she knew … well, just about nothing about any of them.
Talk about a pain. At least she'd managed to keep from blurting out her questions about if they knew about what she could do. She wanted to be honest, wanted to be forthcoming, but coming out with it if it turned out they didn't know? Would be nothing but bad news, especially if Noah Bennet were to come back around.
So, with her mind set on a way to discreetly find out if they knew or not, she made her way down more flights of stairs than she knew what to do with -- what a pain, was this going to be what it was like every day? Maybe she would just start asking the castle for food, at that rate -- toward the kitchen on the first floor. It, like most of the castle that she had explored thus far, was bigger than she expected. But, then, one could never really consider themselves prepared for a castle, so she didn't feel too badly about it.
Instead, she just pulled open a refrigerator door and began to browse while she waited for Clark to get there.