and then she'd say, 'it's okay, i got lost on the way, but i'm a supergirl and supergirls don't cry'

[lucked]

Up until now, everything's been easy. As strange as it might be for most people to imagine, Claire Bennet's leap off the Compound has been the best thing that's happened to her yet on Tabula Rasa. Maybe it isn't the healthiest- after all, where the leap from the Compound was supposed to help her shed that mask, come face to face with all that fate'

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[first_pink_lady]

Rizzo strolled into the clinic, sunglasses on, collar popped up, scanning the room for blondie, expression unreadable.

Spying Claire, Rizzo came over and propped a hip on the nearby wall, took off her sunglasses and tucked them into her shirt, crossed her arms, and levelled a look at the girl.

"Better ways to do it." She said, almost flippantly.

[lucked]

It was just like Rizzo to come strolling in, skirts all billowing, shades propped on her nose, and to get right to the core of matter. At least, as far as the other girl was aware. Claire took a deep breath, hardly even having time to compose herself. But that was the way it had always been with Rizzo, and Claire didn't mind having that continue. It felt normal.

As... abnormal as the question Rizzo asked was.

Licking her lips, Claire shook her head, breathing in and out, slowly. Steadily. "That wasn't what I was trying to do, Rizzo. I... I slipped, okay?" she said, her expression tired. Melancholy. Unsure how she was supposed to piece that life of hers back together again with everything that she had done. "I didn't want to kill myself, I'd never want to do that. There's too much I've got going for me here. Friends I can't bear to leave."

[first_pink_lady]

"Fuckin' right about that." Rizzo said, indignant. Her hard look at Claire indicated she didn't think things were quite so hunky dory, and she didn't believe a word of it. "What do ya take me for, honey? That may work for some of the bleedin' hearts around here, but I've been around the block a couple times." And maybe she sounded a bit angry - and she would never fucking admit it was at herself for not goddamn noticing Claire was in a mood, especially one that leant itself to rooftop-jumping.

[lucked]

Of course people would start demanding explanations, Claire thought to herself. And of course some people would see now what no one seemed to earlier, that there were things going on in Claire's head that weren't easily meted out or put to rest on her own. Thoughts that swirled through with alarming speed, consuming her. She looked at Rizzo and heaved a soft sigh, shaking her head numbly, not even sure where to begin. Not even sure if she was supposed to. More and more people were getting to know about her power, but Claire just wasn't sure if she was supposed to see that as a good thing. At first, it'd allowed some measure of comfort

[first_pink_lady]

Blondie could keep saying it, but it wouldn't make Rizzo any more likely to believe it. She gave a huff of a humourless laugh. "Sounds like the same damn thing to me. There's a hellova lotta ways to go about it. My old lady tried to do it now and then with booze, a friend of a friend with a gun. It all comes down to the same thing, honey." Her expression softened, somewhat, just around her eyes. "You coulda told me, Claire."

[lucked]

Breathing deeply, Claire considered her options again. Maybe the best thing to do was to just tell Rizzo, tell her everything, and yet Claire found that when she parted her lips as though to try, they felt parched. The words wouldn't come. So she looked down at her hands again, running along the slight scrapes there, injuries so light compared to the rest that plagued her. Pressing her lips together, she shook her head. "I didn't tell anyone. Because how do you tell anyone that you don't want this island anymore, that even with how much people mean to you, all you want to do is go home? You don't tell people that. Not without the chance of hurting them," she said quietly.

[first_pink_lady]

"You open your fucking mouth," Rizzo said, but it wasn't as harsh as it could have been. She could remember what it was like to have no one in the whole fucking world to talk to when she thought she'd been knocked up - everyone thought her a slut, and the only way for her to get by without breaking down was to keep up the tough girl act - but it was an act, no matter what she may say or pretend.

Rizzo sat down on the edge of Claire's bed, the mattress dipping so that Rizzo put her hand on the gal's arm to keep her from moving. She kept it there. It wasn't much, but it was something.

[lucked]

The words were hard, in their own way. At least, the message was. And some part of Claire couldn't help but acknowledge the truth in them, that there really wasn't an excuse for keeping everything so close to her chest. That it wasn't fair, that it was nigh hypocritical of her, and yet. She looked up at Rizzo, tempted to shake her head, a few strands of hair falling out of place here and there, no longer so curled or carefully tended to. Instead, she leaned over, sat up as straight as her body would reasonably allow.

"Opening my mouth has gotten me... in so much trouble before, Rizzo," she said, the tired strain even evident in her words. "There's a lot, a lot of things about me that I couldn't just let get out into the open, because it totally screwed over my life at home. Made it so that I didn't really even have a home to go to, really. It's not just a matter of me having a regular teenage crisis, like I'm worried about my waistline or my test scores. I'm keeping secrets because back home, it was the only way to keep myself safe."

[first_pink_lady]

"You're in the mob, aren't ya." It's the first thing that comes out of her mouth, a teasing lilt to it, an automatic response as she tries to process just what blonde, perky fucking Claire has that's so deep and dark back home. But she ain't gunna pry, even if she wants to, needs to, to know why one of her friends could jump off a fucking building, not when she keeps her own vulnerable self behind her tough-girl persona and wouldn't volunteer it out for the world. Only Paul, her one-man family around here, really had an idea.

"We all have secrets, Blondie." She said softly, turning to lean back against the wall behind the head of Claire's hospital bed, tucking her legs up so she was sitting beside her on the bed, careful not to jostle her. "By the sounds of it, yours take the cake." She reached into her ever-present clutch, pulling out one of the rolled cigarettes that she got from Guy. "Cigarette?"

[lucked]

"No, but some of the people I've met lately might as well have been," Claire muttered lightly in turn, shifting on the bed to make room for Rizzo. She wasn't sure if there was a point to elaborating too much right then, and the good thing about Rizzo was that she didn't push, didn't pry beyond that line of comfort. Claire had already let her secret slip to more people in the past day than she had in all of her time back home, to the point where she felt dizzy from it all. Maybe it was wiser to wait, just this once, even if it wasn't especially fair to Rizzo.

She glanced over at the cigarette, almost tempted to laugh. Only months ago, cigarettes probably wouldn't have done a single thing to her. Now, she couldn't.

"Those things are bad for you, you know," she said quietly, brow raising in concern.

[first_pink_lady]

Rizzo snorted, handing one over to Claire, and tucking another between her lips. "You future folks think everything is bad for you. Especially anything that'll get you your kicks," she said around it.

She pulled out her silver lighter, flicking it open and using it to light her smoke, then held it out to Claire, flame alight. "Better hurry, they get their panties in a twist 'round here faster than you can blink."

[lucked]

"Well, they did studies and everything, and it doesn't take too much to see that people who smoke on the island totally go through withdr- oh god," Claire rambled on, until suddenly she was faced with a cigarette and a lightly flickering flame, her eyes widening at the sight before she shook her head and pulled back.

The temptation was there, of course, but as far as Claire was concerned, she'd already gotten herself mired deeply enough in trouble; there wasn't a point in giving people even more reason to be frustrated with her.

"Maybe some other time?" she said quietly, her eyes darting to the entrance of the clinic with clear worry.

[first_pink_lady]

"Goodie two shoes." Rizzo rolled her eyes, but it was without malice. If she were strung up in a hospital bed, suicidal or not, the first thing she'd want was a goddamn smoke. Each to their own and all that, but as she exhaled - out of Claire's line of fire, because no body liked smoke blown in their faces, smokers or not - she thought that the gal was missing out just because of some fear-mongering.

"Don't ya think there's some sorta connection between things that are fun, and things you future folks have decided are going to rot our insides?" Rizzo spread a hand, counting off her fingers with her cigarette. "Smokin', drinkin' - hell, ridin' around without seatbelts..."

[lucked]

It took some effort not to immediately heave a sigh of relief, but Claire allowed herself a deep exhale either way, lips curving up as she watched Rizzo smoke. Even though she knew what it did to one's lungs, that it was essentially poison traveling through one's whole body, the way Rizzo went about it was still natural, cool, lent her an image that Claire admired in her own way, though it fortunately didn't quite bleed into envy.

"Hey, there are totally still a lot of fun things that don't rot our insides," Claire protests with a shake of her head. "Sports. Dressing nice. And some dessert is never bad for a person, as long as it's in moderation."

[first_pink_lady]

She gave Claire a skeptical look, exhaling as she thought over those options. "Couldn'tve paid me to cheerlead back home, what I consider dressin' nice wasn't the general bees knees, and don't even get me started on fuckin' diets." She rolled her eyes, and made a vague gesture with her hand. "You shoulda seen Marty and Jan... scarfing down twinkies one minute and watchin' their figures like sharks the next."

[lucked]

Claire barked a slight laugh, wincing only a touch at the end as she shifted on the bed, shaking her head. "Oh, believe me, by 'moderation' I definitely didn't mean that diets are the way to go. If there's anything that I really love my parents for- well I mean, there are tons of reasons, but one of the big ones is that they both love me exactly as I am. Sure, they'll give advice and stuff like that, but they really helped with my confidence when it comes to my appearance," she explained, tone matter-of-fact. "I still had things like waffles, pancakes, or toast for breakfast, which most girls on the squad balked over, and maybe I'm not the thinnest thing around, but I think it's good for a girl to have curves."