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Who: Claire, Open
When: tonight
Where: her favorite place, of course
Rating: PG
Warnings: nothing yet
Summary: Claire sits somewhere by herself. Interact with her. ):
She had originally planned on going to the clock tower, until she had gotten upset yet again, due to a particularly touchy conversation about a certain someone stealing too many powers. So she had retraced her footsteps back toward her house, fully planning on just going inside and screaming at that certain someone if he were there. But her hand had stopped as soon as it was on the doorknob, and she wasn't able to bring herself to do it. It wasn't worth shouting over, since it wouldn't change anything, and there wasn't really anything she could do about the situation. So she did what she did best, and ran away. Not a literal run, as she was feeling much too sluggish and lazy to actually go anywhere in any kind of a hurry. Instead, she aimlessly walked, and eventually found herself on the beach. It seemed that hardly anyone ever went there, or at least it was always deserted whenever she decided to go.
Kicking off her shoes, she made her way to sit up near the water. She wasn't in much of the mood to swim, however, and simply sat there, her legs curled in close to her chest. Arms wrapped around her legs, her chin rested upon her knees, and she watched the waves roll up onto the sand. She could remember the first time she had visited the beach, how creeped out she had been by the darkness of the area. But now her eyes had adjusted, and she could see things in as clear of color as possible. She wondered how long it took before other people's eyes adjusted, and vaguely found herself being curious enough to ask about it later on the network.
But seeing as how she was currently mad at the world, she was going to avoid speaking to much of anyone, unless they happened to stumble across her.
When: tonight
Where: her favorite place, of course
Rating: PG
Warnings: nothing yet
Summary: Claire sits somewhere by herself. Interact with her. ):
She had originally planned on going to the clock tower, until she had gotten upset yet again, due to a particularly touchy conversation about a certain someone stealing too many powers. So she had retraced her footsteps back toward her house, fully planning on just going inside and screaming at that certain someone if he were there. But her hand had stopped as soon as it was on the doorknob, and she wasn't able to bring herself to do it. It wasn't worth shouting over, since it wouldn't change anything, and there wasn't really anything she could do about the situation. So she did what she did best, and ran away. Not a literal run, as she was feeling much too sluggish and lazy to actually go anywhere in any kind of a hurry. Instead, she aimlessly walked, and eventually found herself on the beach. It seemed that hardly anyone ever went there, or at least it was always deserted whenever she decided to go.
Kicking off her shoes, she made her way to sit up near the water. She wasn't in much of the mood to swim, however, and simply sat there, her legs curled in close to her chest. Arms wrapped around her legs, her chin rested upon her knees, and she watched the waves roll up onto the sand. She could remember the first time she had visited the beach, how creeped out she had been by the darkness of the area. But now her eyes had adjusted, and she could see things in as clear of color as possible. She wondered how long it took before other people's eyes adjusted, and vaguely found herself being curious enough to ask about it later on the network.
But seeing as how she was currently mad at the world, she was going to avoid speaking to much of anyone, unless they happened to stumble across her.