Little Girls Know Better Than To Wander Off Alone...
Who: Claire Novak and anyone else who manages to find her!
What: Claire finds herself afar away from Nebraska so you can't blame the girl for being on guard.
Where: The Town
When: Tonight
Warnings?: Depends on the people she meets.
Normalcy was something that was ripped away from the young Novak when she was eleven and an angel decided to take away her father. She could still remember it clear as day when her father disappeared and again after her mother got shot, sending Jimmy in a rage so the angel, Castiel, used him as a vessel once more. Claire's memory was distant on the smell of her mom's perfume and the way her father used to sing to her at night.
Ten years later and so much had changed for Claire and the girl changed herself, going from a sweet, innocent catholic girl to a hard, brash hunter with a love for the thought of angels dying. She could talk her way out of a deal gone wrong and kill faster than a werewolf. So, abnormality became a new comfort to her. She was used to it. Understood it.
But this...this was a little too far.
The blonde still can't put together how she got here or how the fuck she went from Nebraska to this little town. All Claire knew was that this wasn't her home and her gun should go from being in her pocket to in her hand. The air was crisp and she could silhouettes of buildings around her. With a grunt, the young Novak flicked on her flashlight and move steadily through the new area.
Her angel sense went to work on taking in the new area and her wings begged to be open but the huntress wanted to figure out what she was dealing with, where she was and how to fucking get out. Ellen and Jo were probably worried sick about her.
Guess the hunt is on...for whatever she's looking for.
What: Claire finds herself afar away from Nebraska so you can't blame the girl for being on guard.
Where: The Town
When: Tonight
Warnings?: Depends on the people she meets.
Normalcy was something that was ripped away from the young Novak when she was eleven and an angel decided to take away her father. She could still remember it clear as day when her father disappeared and again after her mother got shot, sending Jimmy in a rage so the angel, Castiel, used him as a vessel once more. Claire's memory was distant on the smell of her mom's perfume and the way her father used to sing to her at night.
Ten years later and so much had changed for Claire and the girl changed herself, going from a sweet, innocent catholic girl to a hard, brash hunter with a love for the thought of angels dying. She could talk her way out of a deal gone wrong and kill faster than a werewolf. So, abnormality became a new comfort to her. She was used to it. Understood it.
But this...this was a little too far.
The blonde still can't put together how she got here or how the fuck she went from Nebraska to this little town. All Claire knew was that this wasn't her home and her gun should go from being in her pocket to in her hand. The air was crisp and she could silhouettes of buildings around her. With a grunt, the young Novak flicked on her flashlight and move steadily through the new area.
Her angel sense went to work on taking in the new area and her wings begged to be open but the huntress wanted to figure out what she was dealing with, where she was and how to fucking get out. Ellen and Jo were probably worried sick about her.
Guess the hunt is on...for whatever she's looking for.