Despair as the hour draws nigh. (Active/Closed)
Characters: Clare, Kairi, may be a bit more open later.
Time: After Week Change
Location: Hard Rock Hotel's Bar
Content: Clare's a bit... overwhelmed by things. It all seems hopeless.
Format: Whatever works.
Warnings: :3
Clare stared at the bottle and glass. She hadn't bothered to open the bottle of rum, and the glass was still upsidedown. She'd never considered drinking before, it was the sort of thing her sister would casually do to prove she wasn't a total goodie goodie like herself. Clare didn't feel the need to impress others, she liked to defy the idea all teenagers were rebels without reason or purpose.
Now she's been given reason and purpose and failed them both, so the glass and bottle were very tempting, especially given the lack of other ways to distract herself. Her sword was cycled out of power right now, so she was completely alone to boot.
Just a normal girl in over her head.
The grail pendant was probably a fake, and even if they had it the Woman of Arthurian Lores had more of the pillars. Sure, she had the map, but it was worthless without all the pieces. The sleepover almost had her feeling better but this morning half the city is gone. They have even less of their powers than when they arrived.
It was too big, too much, and while she was very optimistic a lot of the time. Hope was a very nice thing to have, but even Saint Clare could not see a silver lining to these dark clouds. "...So this is why adults drink," at the same time, most of them didn't have the fate of the world overhead, they only thought they did. Maybe this was why they were in such a state...
Time: After Week Change
Location: Hard Rock Hotel's Bar
Content: Clare's a bit... overwhelmed by things. It all seems hopeless.
Format: Whatever works.
Warnings: :3
Clare stared at the bottle and glass. She hadn't bothered to open the bottle of rum, and the glass was still upsidedown. She'd never considered drinking before, it was the sort of thing her sister would casually do to prove she wasn't a total goodie goodie like herself. Clare didn't feel the need to impress others, she liked to defy the idea all teenagers were rebels without reason or purpose.
Now she's been given reason and purpose and failed them both, so the glass and bottle were very tempting, especially given the lack of other ways to distract herself. Her sword was cycled out of power right now, so she was completely alone to boot.
Just a normal girl in over her head.
The grail pendant was probably a fake, and even if they had it the Woman of Arthurian Lores had more of the pillars. Sure, she had the map, but it was worthless without all the pieces. The sleepover almost had her feeling better but this morning half the city is gone. They have even less of their powers than when they arrived.
It was too big, too much, and while she was very optimistic a lot of the time. Hope was a very nice thing to have, but even Saint Clare could not see a silver lining to these dark clouds. "...So this is why adults drink," at the same time, most of them didn't have the fate of the world overhead, they only thought they did. Maybe this was why they were in such a state...