Claire 001
Who: Claire Bennet and somarium
Where: Wandering around in Espoir
Style: Either
Status: Open
[ooc: This is dated to before Claire answers Takuma's call.]
"Lyle, cut it out! You're crushing my--"
Claire's diatribe against her little brother died in her throat when her eyes shot open. She woke up with a start, her hands groping what seems to be a patch of grass; only to be stopped when something slapped her hand.
"Ow! Hey--" When the teenager looked up, she came face to face with something that looks like a scarecrow.
Okay, scarecrows don't move and they don't certainly hit people who just happen to wake up in the middle of nowhere. Claire immediately shoves the straw man off and quickly got on her feet. That seemed to anger the scarecrow more and it retaliated by... throwing grass at her. Wow. She couldn't help but giggle at the rather pathetic attempt. Facing a super powered serial killer back home made this scarecrow look like chicken feed.
She brushes off the grass on her clothes, paying no heed to the scarecrow now as she started to walk along the fields, taking in her surroundings as she went on. This had to be some crazy dream she's having right now but she had to admit that she was never this creative. There were little cottages scattered across the terrain. Oddly, there were also buildings looming over the area. Was that a city then?
Time suddenly felt it was going on forever. If this was a dream, why wasn't she waking up yet? The realization made her quicken her pace, her mind was racing. That moving scarecrow earlier suddenly appeared in her thoughts. Logically, that was just not possible but hailing from a world where people can read minds and paint the future, she is starting to believe anything is possible. She cranes her neck up, only to see the castle floating in the sky.
"Holy. Shit." Yep, definitely not in Kansas anymore, Toto.
Where: Wandering around in Espoir
Style: Either
Status: Open
[ooc: This is dated to before Claire answers Takuma's call.]
"Lyle, cut it out! You're crushing my--"
Claire's diatribe against her little brother died in her throat when her eyes shot open. She woke up with a start, her hands groping what seems to be a patch of grass; only to be stopped when something slapped her hand.
"Ow! Hey--" When the teenager looked up, she came face to face with something that looks like a scarecrow.
Okay, scarecrows don't move and they don't certainly hit people who just happen to wake up in the middle of nowhere. Claire immediately shoves the straw man off and quickly got on her feet. That seemed to anger the scarecrow more and it retaliated by... throwing grass at her. Wow. She couldn't help but giggle at the rather pathetic attempt. Facing a super powered serial killer back home made this scarecrow look like chicken feed.
She brushes off the grass on her clothes, paying no heed to the scarecrow now as she started to walk along the fields, taking in her surroundings as she went on. This had to be some crazy dream she's having right now but she had to admit that she was never this creative. There were little cottages scattered across the terrain. Oddly, there were also buildings looming over the area. Was that a city then?
Time suddenly felt it was going on forever. If this was a dream, why wasn't she waking up yet? The realization made her quicken her pace, her mind was racing. That moving scarecrow earlier suddenly appeared in her thoughts. Logically, that was just not possible but hailing from a world where people can read minds and paint the future, she is starting to believe anything is possible. She cranes her neck up, only to see the castle floating in the sky.
"Holy. Shit." Yep, definitely not in Kansas anymore, Toto.