Claudia's side of the room was far too clean and organized now. Her many (many many) shoes, skirts, and art supplies were shoved into suitcases and boxes and she was curled up on her bed looking depressed.

Time to say goodbye to everyone, Claud.

The door was open.

Claudia was on the phone.

This was not entirely unusual, as Claudia was generally on the phone roughly 20 times a day.

That she wasn't getting in a word edgewise was unusual.

"But Mom," she finally stammered, "I didn't know you wanted me to come home ( Read more... )

Claudia was on her bed surrounded by sheets of tinfoil as she tried to come up with a cute design for a hat that would also allow for the awesomeness of Priestly's mohawk ( Read more... )

Claudia, in her dress for the dance and bare feet, was putting the last touches on her hair and makeup.

Her door was open, music was playing and she was willing to help anyone out with hair or accessory emergencies!

After her health food workshop, complete with pomegranates and chocolate, was over, Claudia made her way back to her room and changed into something a little more comfortable: a really (really) tiny tank top that had been bedazzled within an inch of its life and a pair of bitty, bitty purple shorts. There were swimsuits with more material, but this ( Read more... )

Claudia was on her fourth trip back and forth between her room and the cabins and she was finally finished bringing back all of her, well, shoes.

There was a lifestyle she'd become accustomed to, okay? She was currently flopped out on her bed, listening to really loud music and contemplating another walk down to the cabins.

The door was wide open

Today was her birthday! Claudia--normally not one to get out of bed early unless there was a really good reason--was wide awake by nine ( Read more... )

Claudia put the final touches on her dress and checked her hair for the fiftieth time in the mirror.

Oh, Lord, she loved prom.

[OOC: Up obscenely early do to road trip of doom that is happening to the mun in twenty minutes, so also establishy. Claudia would kill me if she didn't get to prom zomg.]

Claudia felt like she was missing out on some kind of holiday or something. Both her teachers had been in costume today and she loved dressing up.

She sat on her bed with her sketchpad, plotting out her outfit for tomorrow. Maybe this could turn into a week-long thing?

[OOC: Open, especially for a guy who delivers fast food omg.]

Mid-nineties grunge was playing and the door was open to the room. Claudia was on her with bed with books spread all over it so it looked like she was studying. She was really working on a new pair of earrings.

At least she was until she no longer had any fingersGuess this is what happens when you decide the island was ignoring you. It turns you ( Read more... )