Claire Bennet ∞ Heroes
I lost everything
I fell out of a daydream
At the door of a long-lost friend
And I cried aloud
Without an inch of pride
If I don’t wake up dead
I knew I had reached the end
An old and lonely man
Saw me sittin' on the curb
He reached out and took my hand
He said, "I know your song
And I know your name
And there was a time that I felt the same
But it's a low, low road you gotta go down
Before you find your way, my friend
And it's a high, high hill you gotta climb up
Before you get to the top again
Low Road - Grace Potter and the Nocturnals
(This is an independent RP blog. It may contain adult content. You've been warned! Multiple verses played out here. Canon is loved, but crossovers are strongly encouraged! If you follow and I don't make a starter/intro post, please message me and let me know you'd like one. I'm sure we all hate creating those posts only for them to go ignored, right? So just gimme a shout and we'll get something going.
Mun and muse are 21+)
Tracked tag: indestructigirl
Magic!Anon: none
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
I wanted to go to bed but no it’s okay, let’s keep the TV on even though it’s after eleven and we both know I have to work in the morning.
When is it acceptable to kick him out and not give a fuck where he lives because I WANT MY LIFE BACK
(Source: meu-segundo-mundo)
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ooc: Claire and Kate need to be besties and talk about annoying girls. That’s all I demand. XD
(( I fully support this! Talk about annoying girls and generally be badass together, yes good. ♥ ))
I need to go sleep, as much as I’d like to stay up and plot and do replies.
Hello new followers! Let us plot and be friends and stuff.
I want to do starters but I don’t want to assume things (like making my muse two-hundred-plus years old god I’m sorry but I love writing Claire as an absurdly old teenager) so I’m holding off for now.
That said, I will probably be feeling things out as far as trying to plot with people and get things rolling tomorrow at some point.
I’m getting close to three hundred followers and I just appreciate all of you so much, whether we interact regularly or not.
Good night, lovelies!
Mason sees a creature known as a graveling skitter across the surface of the bar, phasing right through Claire and himself. He doesn’t watch, but if he would have, he’d have seen the graveling push a napkin under the foot of the young man in the jersey.
It makes him trip, right into a bust boy pushing by a cart stacked high with dishes. The one in the jersey falls, and the cart with it’s content collapse on top of him, a steak knife landing unfortunately through the temple, sticking the head to the floor.
Mason only looks once he hears the horrified gasps of patrons, and he manages a, “Bloody hell!”
The sudden turn of events makes her completely forget the conversation, and Claire looks on in shock as the very man Mason had just approached is impaled through the skull. It’s an experience Claire has shared with him, though she isn’t about to admit that, and she winces.
“Oh, my gosh. That guy— he just—” she can’t even finish a sentence; despite having watched people be injured before, and yes, even die, seeing it happen so suddenly, so randomly, is unnerving.
There’s not much she can do, at least not in front of all these people, and it frustrates her. She can’t exactly run and grab a syringe and try to revive the guy with her blood without attracting a lot of unwanted attention. ”Someone should call for help. Maybe not… help but, he can’t just lie there.” Part of her wants to try and move him herself, but she’s sure that’s a job best left to authorities.
(Source: browncoats-across-the-verse)
(Source: cherryskingdom)
(Source: sexhaling)
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“Some people you just wonder what the hell is going on in their heads? I know the type.” Kate was friends with some of those girls before she became a Young Avenger. She doesn’t miss them.
“I’m usually pretty sure they just have their heads up their asses. Can’t see the light of day.” Between high school, and college, and then all the frat parties she’d crashed to drink unsuspecting frat boys out of their money… Claire has seen plenty of those girls. ”Unfortunately people tend to assume I’m one of them,” she muses, frowning. ”Must be the blonde hair.”
“Jack of all trades, yeah? I can see why it’d be hard for ya to decide.”
Shitting fuck, he has a reap to do! At that very moment, he catches sight of a young man in a booth, wearing a jersey with ‘Berry Ryker’ written on the back. “Excuse me,” he says to Claire when he observes the man stand, and start to walk towards them.
“‘Ey, mate. You have the time, then?” He reaches out, clapping a hand on his shoulder, and he’s the only one who can see the shining glimmer of Berry Ryker’s soul starting to exit his body.
“9:47,” the young man answers, and continues on his way.
At which point, Mason turns back to Claire again.
“Been to a lot of different places, yeah?”
“Yes, something like that!” She’s about to say more, but then Mason’s getting up and… asking someone for the time? It’s strange, and he’s back to continue their conversation before she can even think to ask about what the heck just happened.
Blinking, Claire nods, clearing her throat. ”Yeah. Yeah. Lots of places. Every one of the United States except Alaska — but I’m planning a trip there this summer.” She sits up in her stool. ”I couldn’t go in the winter because it’s way too cold up there, then.”