and now just look at me;
Who: Claire Bennet [ow_my_toe] & Hallelujah Haptism [bloody_hymn]
When: After their conversation.
Where: D-138
Rating: ... yet to be determined.
Summary: Oh god, don't tempt Claire, she'll want to prove herself. I believe a spider-web metaphor is necessary here.
Warnings: also yet to be determined, but maybe violence? We'll see.
Like hell she was going to let him take her for a coward. Okay, so maybe this was childish of her, and maybe she shouldn't be so eager to prove her foolhardiness, but dammit--
Dammit!
This stupid habit of hers had gotten her into trouble more than once, and here she was going again. Who knew, maybe it had gotten her dad shot, too.
Yet here she was, again-- and maybe, especially because dad wasn't here to be disappointed, to be lied to, wasn't even alive in the first place-- walking up the stairs and down the hallway in the quest to stay true to her word, that she'd be at D-138 within ten minutes, consequences be damned, no idea what the hell this was going to turn into. Maybe a few broken bones.
Probably a few broken bones. Likely also conversation, as she, alongside a certain foolhardiness, held an almost unlimited amount of curiosity that was likely going to get her killed sooner or later. That, and she had a few questions about the Allelujah/Hallelujah situation, too.
Sighing, she knocked, putting on a smirk that wasn't entirely fake as she leaned in the doorway, legs and arms crossed, the latter in front of her chest.
When: After their conversation.
Where: D-138
Rating: ... yet to be determined.
Summary: Oh god, don't tempt Claire, she'll want to prove herself. I believe a spider-web metaphor is necessary here.
Warnings: also yet to be determined, but maybe violence? We'll see.
Like hell she was going to let him take her for a coward. Okay, so maybe this was childish of her, and maybe she shouldn't be so eager to prove her foolhardiness, but dammit--
Dammit!
This stupid habit of hers had gotten her into trouble more than once, and here she was going again. Who knew, maybe it had gotten her dad shot, too.
Yet here she was, again-- and maybe, especially because dad wasn't here to be disappointed, to be lied to, wasn't even alive in the first place-- walking up the stairs and down the hallway in the quest to stay true to her word, that she'd be at D-138 within ten minutes, consequences be damned, no idea what the hell this was going to turn into. Maybe a few broken bones.
Probably a few broken bones. Likely also conversation, as she, alongside a certain foolhardiness, held an almost unlimited amount of curiosity that was likely going to get her killed sooner or later. That, and she had a few questions about the Allelujah/Hallelujah situation, too.
Sighing, she knocked, putting on a smirk that wasn't entirely fake as she leaned in the doorway, legs and arms crossed, the latter in front of her chest.