'cause if your mind don't move and your knees don't bend
At first, the prospect of finding new outfits with every reach into the clothes box was an exciting one. In Claire's first week on the island, she unearthed army uniforms from the First World War, a clown's outfit with wig included, and even several full-body vinyl suits that would have made Britney Spears' designer jealous back in the day. As the days wore on, however, the box became a chore more than anything else, perhaps sensing Claire's willingness to wear crazy outfits and giving her, in their place, clothes that simply weren't practical, regardless of whether or not they were fashionable. This morning, however, Claire finds herself pleasantly surprised when she looks in and sees what looks to be a shirt in her very size, red and white, almost like the Union Wells school colors. Pulling it out, Claire's eyes land on a matching skirt, the strips of cloth down the sides making it clear that what she has in her hands is a cheerleading uniform, old and worn. Small fingers run over the jersey material before Claire suddenly seizes the outfit and runs towards the communal bathrooms to put it on, tossing a large and baggy tie-dye shirt off to the side as she emerges, smoothing down the skirt.
Not ten minutes later, she's walking down along the beach, long and bunched leaves fisted in her palms as she runs bare feet curiously through warm dunes of sand. She squints into the distance, at the steady and crashing waves of water, although her mind won't settle enough to forget, even for a moment, where she's come from. All that she's been through. But as intent as she is on surviving, of persisting until the day she's reunited with her family and knows of Peter's fate for certain, Claire just flashes the sun a brilliant smile and starts moving, almost from instinct.
"Go, Wildcats, go!" she cheers, arms waving about with her makeshift pom-poms, feet sinking too far into the sand to try for anything more ambitious, like a backflip or cartwheel. After a few seconds, though, her arms drop down to either side as she takes a deep breath, smelling salt on the air and shaking her head for it.
It just doesn't fit, anymore. Being a cheerleader.
"Save the cheerleader, save the world, huh?" Claire mutters under her breath.
[ LT/ST welcome. A good time to meet Claire! Her outfit is not a Union Wells outfit, and instead features a wolf mascot, if any character would be observant enough to make note of that, looking something like this in design. New tags welcome through Sunday. ]
Not ten minutes later, she's walking down along the beach, long and bunched leaves fisted in her palms as she runs bare feet curiously through warm dunes of sand. She squints into the distance, at the steady and crashing waves of water, although her mind won't settle enough to forget, even for a moment, where she's come from. All that she's been through. But as intent as she is on surviving, of persisting until the day she's reunited with her family and knows of Peter's fate for certain, Claire just flashes the sun a brilliant smile and starts moving, almost from instinct.
"Go, Wildcats, go!" she cheers, arms waving about with her makeshift pom-poms, feet sinking too far into the sand to try for anything more ambitious, like a backflip or cartwheel. After a few seconds, though, her arms drop down to either side as she takes a deep breath, smelling salt on the air and shaking her head for it.
It just doesn't fit, anymore. Being a cheerleader.
"Save the cheerleader, save the world, huh?" Claire mutters under her breath.
[ LT/ST welcome. A good time to meet Claire! Her outfit is not a Union Wells outfit, and instead features a wolf mascot, if any character would be observant enough to make note of that, looking something like this in design. New tags welcome through Sunday. ]
