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have I been saved, or do I still need saving?
Night had fallen when Claire Bennet took a seat outside the Compound, the elastic of the trampoline stretching under her, her shoes carefully lined up on the grass below- a pair of yellow flip-flops with orange jelly blossoms. Where the air had been humid all day, now it was cooler, helped along by a steady breeze that blew Claire's hair to the ( Read more... ) -
how to stop an exploding man.
The papers read November 7th, 2006. The much anticipated New York congressional elections were underway as people all around the city were filing in lines, some staring with a bit of curiosity or trepidation at the new booths provided by one Daniel Linderman, a big name throughout the whole of New York, but one who came with his share of shadiness ( Read more... ) -
home plot 2011: session one
Hey everyone, and welcome to Heroes Home Plot! Sorry it took me so long to get this up, but I had a particularly busy week at work. Hopefully we can still get all details squared away in time for Home Plot Session One. :D
This is kind of written assuming that you have Heroes season one knowledge, but if you don't, let me know! I will link to/write ( Read more... ) -
this time I swear it is the truth
When Claire first catches sight of a small, digital camcorder resting on her nightstand, it's all she can do to run on over to the Compound and hole herself up in one of the empty dorm rooms, checking every single tape included in that box, making sure that her background isn't painted on any of them. If Zach was here, he'd be able to tell her ( Read more... ) -
do i even dare? i just have to do it.
There's a problem that Claire's come across lately. Which is, namely, that there are only so many times she can bake cupcakes before all of it feels kind of repetitive and no longer serves as a decent distraction from all of her problems. She's had a few of them lately. As comforting as it's been to talk to certain people, like Mary Jane, Claire ( Read more... ) -
you will surely shatter
The blood smelled sweet. Claire had once been told in her youth that death smelled different to each person, that scent was the memory which dug itself deepest into the recesses of anyone's mind and lodged itself firmly there, only to appear again in a person's last days. And if this was what she smelled in her last moments, vanilla hanging lightly ( Read more... ) -
but the sun does shine in this place some days
It's been several weeks now since Claire first stumbled around to the island, and in some strange way, it's all starting to feel like a home. Claire's not really sure what it is. The people, perhaps, kinder and more accepting than any high schoolers back in Odessa had really been- which isn't something that she's bitter about anymore, looking at it ( Read more... ) -
staring at the sink of blood and crushed veneer
She's happy. Claire has to convince herself of that much ( Read more... ) -
perhaps we should sit them down and explain
While it's a blessing that Mr. Muggles doesn't seem keen on marking every unfamiliar territory as his own, Claire can't help wishing that the Pomeranian would be a little less eager about meeting the other animals on the island. It's not that Claire terribly minds being dragged on over to a strange lizard or being yanked at the sight of a tropical ( Read more... )