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Feb 26, 2008 20:10

WHO: John Connor and Claire Bennet
WHAT: He's walking around and obnoxiously weird girl bumps into him XD
WHERE: Wandering around the market. No specific spot.
WHEN: Mid-afternoon.

John shoved his hands into his pockets and keeping his head down made his way through the over crowded market. His mother's rules, that he had once said were etched behind ( Read more... )

Ω john connor, place - market district, Ω claire bennet

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fuckingblondie February 27 2008, 02:56:25 UTC

Claire was, well, an utter freak, for lack of a better term.

Zach had told her to embrace it. To live with it and be happy with herself the way she was. To love who she was-- that it was more important to be... happy with herself than well-liked.

And here, she found herself happy, albeit, a bit lost, too, but happy enough to be gone from the troubles the world presented to her.

Like Angela Petrelli. The bomb. Her dad-- both of them, actually. Having to escape to Canada or France or anywhere but home.

Here she had Peter... and a whole lot of confusion. New friends-- sort of. It was a cool sort of place; she'd even gotten hold of new clothes for herself so she didn't feel like such a sore thumb...

...something her dad would have wanted for her.

Sighing, she closed her eyes for just a moment as she walked over the cobblestone before--

"Oh god, I'm so sorry! I--" Claire's eyes went wide as she held onto the boy's shoulders to keep herself from falling. "Zach??"

heartfor_agun February 27 2008, 03:27:50 UTC

John had never embraced anything about his existance except for the fact that no matter what situation he was in, he always wanted to survive, to fight. He'd spent the rest of his time hiding from himself, who his mother told him he was going to be, and was trying to mold him into ( ... )

fuckingblondie February 27 2008, 03:48:09 UTC

The resemblance was so striking that she almost missed the fact that he had his hand on her ass, but--

Well, it was just one of those things that was a bit hard to miss.

Almost instantly she let go of him again, as if his own shock and abrasion to the fact had made reluctant to keep touching him a second too long-- afraid to be frowned upon or upset him...

Too insecure, too needy for approval, afraid to do any wrong--

Nervously, she worried her lower lip. This was exactly why she was wearing local clothes now instead of her own.

"John," she said, tasting the name on her tongue. "Ah-- um." She flushed brightly, swallowing-- it was that same striking resemblance that had her blushing in addition to the interesting circumstances of their sudden and unexpected meeting. She couldn't help but be a bit instantly and unexpectedly taken with the boy that looked exactly like Zach, and she had to admit that it was at least a bit disappointing that he wasn't Zach, that he was John"Talking... uh, yeah. I'm Claire. I'm really sorry, you just ( ... )

heartfor_agun February 27 2008, 04:19:36 UTC

He ran a hand through his hair and down across the back of his neck in clearly a very akward gesture. Socializing had never really been John's strong point. He had stuck around in maybe two places for a large length of time, and thus was really unused to making friends, or meeting new people. He'd only have to leave them, so why bother trying to talk to them at all?

But this...was so far out of his comfort zone, it was a little ridiculous. How was he supposed to look her in the eye and act like he hadn't just grabbed her really inappropriately? Well, sure it was an accident, but that didn't exactly make it okay...It didn't even help that she was just as embaressed as he was.

"It's okay...I..." He offered a sheepish smile. "I'm really sorry, about you know, that." He offered her his hand, to shake, for a proper meeting. A little belated perhaps.

"Nice to meet you too..I...Do you know your way around?" So his concept of small talk was a little skewed.

fuckingblondie February 27 2008, 04:35:00 UTC

It did not help one bit that Zach had the exact same lack of social skills-- a boy distinctive as a social pariah, Claire was more or less familiar with the type.

She smiled, nodding and shaking his hand. He didn't have to be riveting or even particularly charming as long as he gave her something familiar in one way or another.

And he did.

Even if his name was John, he looked almost exactly like Zach and did one hell of an impression of him.

Claire wasn't about to question the miracle.

"Oh! It's totally fine," she brushed off, blushing again.

Not embarrassed. More so... endeared.

"I... uh, no, I don't, I'm sorry," she said, wincing. "I'm not exactly familiar with this place either. I'm from Texas-- well, I was last in New York, but... yeah. I don't know this place. I've just been looking around-- um, my uncle and I took a place, though, if you'd like to be around friendly... familiar... ah, human faces? We're from 2006... I guess I should mention that."

If Peter was allowed to bring friends home, so was she, dammit.

heartfor_agun February 27 2008, 22:52:58 UTC

"If you're sure..." He really hoped she was. This wasn't one of those things you could give someone some sort of compensation for ( ... )

fuckingblondie February 27 2008, 23:21:06 UTC

"Of course," she said, smiling again.

"Oh! Oh-- well, here--" she said, grabbing hold of his hand and trying to make her way through the crowded streets without losing him.

Finally reaching the bakery, she stepped inside and smiled at the man behind the counter. "I'm really sorry, could I have like... a roll... or a loaf of bread, or... something... please?" she stammered, and the man wordlessly handed her a pretzel, which she promptly handed to John before pulling him out of the place once more, only throwing a thank you so much! over her shoulder.

The streets were incredibly busy, and she didn't stop in her fervor, walking with him in tow, until she reached the building where Peter and her were staying in, opening the door and pulling him insidePeter wasn't home-- that was a good thing. She knew for a fact that if he knew she was dragging boys inside ( ... )

heartfor_agun February 28 2008, 00:06:10 UTC

It caught him a little off gaurd to suddenly be grabbed and dragged through the streets. Though really, by now, he thought dryly, it shouldn't have been. He'd been shoved to the ground, pulled around corners, and a whole whack of other stuff in his every day life. When you get shot at, or dodge explosions, it tended to happen ( ... )

fuckingblondie February 28 2008, 00:19:10 UTC

It was a little Victorian for her taste-- and Peter's taste, too, she knew-- but it was only temporary as far as they knew, and it wasn't as if ( ... )

heartfor_agun February 28 2008, 00:36:11 UTC

He moved, a little jerkily at first, around to the couch she was sitting at and lowered himself to sit beside her, balancing the plate on his knees he took a sip of water and started ripping the ham into smaller pieces almost absent-mindedly while he turned a little bit to face her better. He could almsot hear his mother complaining that he shouldn't play with his food.

"Do you uh..think he'd be bothered?" He wasn't exactly in the mood, or condition for any sort of confrontation if and when he came home. Placing the now mutilated ham into his mouth, he chewed as he considered her 'theory'. "Isn't that..a little extreme? I mean..there's air and it certainly, looks like Earth ( ... )

fuckingblondie February 28 2008, 01:11:17 UTC

"What? No, of course not." He's Peter. Rolling her eyes at the thought of the talking-to she'd probably get if he got the guts to say anything at all to her about it, she shook her head and laughed. "Not in the way you think anyway. It's fine, don't worry about it ( ... )

heartfor_agun February 28 2008, 01:46:27 UTC

"Really?" Not in the way that he thought? Well, that was strange. And in what way would he have been bothered?

"A little. I mean, there are cultures that still live in mud huts...And can they prove, she's been alive that long? Maybe they're lying. They think the will of God did this to us, I'm not sure I believe that they're all there, up top." He tapped his temples for emphasis. John didn't have very much room for believing things that couldn't be proven. If he trusted the wrong person, just one, the whole world could go to Hell, according to his mother. And he'd had proof she wasn't crazy.

These people? Looked...well they were just weird. Some of them talked in a way that didn't really make sense. Like, not quite old English...more like Shakespeare, and they dressed like that too. But...the houses...the houses were so normal...And the fact that the people didn't even know where they were, or refused to say was just...frustrating. He had a feeling it was going to drive a person crazy trying to figure it out with nothing to go on. ( ... )

fuckingblondie February 28 2008, 02:15:58 UTC

"Yeah, I know that you mean," she said, making a face. She could never bring herself to believe in God like her mother or even The Haitian did; she'd always rather felt like God was something there for people to lean on when they felt they had nothing else. "But I don't think they're lying. I mean... do they have a reason to like about her age? You'd think they'd come up with something more useful to lie about."

"Hm, yeah. I don't know. I just know we're not... home. And I don't know if we can get home." She just didn't see an out anywhere. They woke up randomly on some boat as if they'd been shanghaied-- there was no logical basis in this anywhere at all.

Missing organs. Well-- Claire would be able to regrow her kidney; it hardly meant she wanted to, though ( ... )

heartfor_agun February 28 2008, 02:43:49 UTC

"That's the part where crazy comes in, it doesn't have to make sense. But, they're obviously not telling us something, and...if they aren't lying, we probably have a lot more problems than just being here. If she can't age, what else can she do? What can they do?"

He'd rather not think about it, but at some point, he knew he would have to. He'd spent enough time fearing for his life that he didn't want to add something else onto it. Terminator's...weren't so far fetched if one thought about it. Technology made advances all the time. From a cd player to an ipod in the space of a few years. But...magical beings? That was just...How did you defend yourself against something like that?

"Of course we can. We got here, didn't we? We just have to find it." Sure, it wouldn't be easy, and they might be here for a really, really long time, but there had to be a way off. He refused to give up and accept that this was his life now, before he even tried to get away from it ( ... )

fuckingblondie February 28 2008, 02:58:36 UTC

"I don't know. I mean, maybe there's a reason that everyone's powers are either gone or at least weakened ( ... )

heartfor_agun February 28 2008, 03:38:29 UTC

...powers? So much for not being weird. Powers were things people had on tv or in comics and they didn't exist, and oh God what in the Hell was she doing?! His eyes widened he hurried to jump up off of the couch, "Don't do that!"

But he'd stopped a few feet from her in shock when she'd run the knife down her arm and the blood spilled over into the sink like water over flowing from a glass, thick and constant, and...gone.

It was just...gone. All of it. The blood, and the cut, and all it left behind was some of the blood droplets that had dried onto her skin. He was sure if his eyes widened any farther they would just pop off his face.

"I...that was...you...people can't do that! And...and...it's faster?!" He pinched himself, sharply. He wasn't sure why he was so shocked, aside from the fact that some girl he'd just met had cut herself on purpose. To prove she wasn't crazy sure, and he got it, but that...that was just shocking to see anyway. He wasn't dreaming ( ... )

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