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multiversallogs2011-08-14 09:36 pm
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breathe air you're not used to
Who: Claire Bennet & Severus Snape
What: Familiar faces in new places
Where: Here and there
When: Shundi afternoon/evening
Notes: N/A
Warnings: TBA
Claire hasn't been here long: long enough to establish that she's not where she expected to be when she woke up a few days ago; long enough to rationalize that keeping her head down and her voice just another hum of the crowd's was the best course of action; long enough to have put the more important aspects of her observations of Noah into practice as well as she could with the money she had been provided with upon being let out of that room. The clothes she has been given are muted and very not her, but that's fine with Claire, as is the length of her hair, barely brushing her shoulders as she leaves the Inn, determined to venture a bit further than she had the day before.
Her room at the inn is small, compared to what she's used to, but it's given her a place to sit and quietly gather her thoughts, get her bearings, put away the emotions she can't use to fall back on now that she's someplace new and alone here to boot. If this place is anything like the City, reaching out and contacting the others she's seen on this place's version of the Network would be beneficial, but she can't shake the doubt that has been systematically built into her over time. She needs to suss out the details first, establish certain boundaries, and get as acclimated as she can to eliminate all the blind spots.
It's never worked very well for her before, but she's never been one to admit defeat, and so she takes a street that has become somewhat recognizable and walks for a while, catching her reflection now and then and refusing to be as startled by it as she was the first time she looked at herself in this place. It's looking at herself this way that she catches sight of a set of shoulders and head of hair, a way of moving, that could be familiar.
Claire turns, twisting her head so that she can look over her shoulder, following those shoulders with narrowed green eyes, her own posture tight as her hands curl into fists where she's got them stored in her pockets. The decision to follow him comes only a few moments after she's spotted who she thinks must be - can't be - Severus Snape, and it's only when she's risked losing sight of him that she takes off, hurrying at first but slowing to a casual stroll once she's not in danger of missing him around a corner.
What: Familiar faces in new places
Where: Here and there
When: Shundi afternoon/evening
Notes: N/A
Warnings: TBA
Claire hasn't been here long: long enough to establish that she's not where she expected to be when she woke up a few days ago; long enough to rationalize that keeping her head down and her voice just another hum of the crowd's was the best course of action; long enough to have put the more important aspects of her observations of Noah into practice as well as she could with the money she had been provided with upon being let out of that room. The clothes she has been given are muted and very not her, but that's fine with Claire, as is the length of her hair, barely brushing her shoulders as she leaves the Inn, determined to venture a bit further than she had the day before.
Her room at the inn is small, compared to what she's used to, but it's given her a place to sit and quietly gather her thoughts, get her bearings, put away the emotions she can't use to fall back on now that she's someplace new and alone here to boot. If this place is anything like the City, reaching out and contacting the others she's seen on this place's version of the Network would be beneficial, but she can't shake the doubt that has been systematically built into her over time. She needs to suss out the details first, establish certain boundaries, and get as acclimated as she can to eliminate all the blind spots.
It's never worked very well for her before, but she's never been one to admit defeat, and so she takes a street that has become somewhat recognizable and walks for a while, catching her reflection now and then and refusing to be as startled by it as she was the first time she looked at herself in this place. It's looking at herself this way that she catches sight of a set of shoulders and head of hair, a way of moving, that could be familiar.
Claire turns, twisting her head so that she can look over her shoulder, following those shoulders with narrowed green eyes, her own posture tight as her hands curl into fists where she's got them stored in her pockets. The decision to follow him comes only a few moments after she's spotted who she thinks must be - can't be - Severus Snape, and it's only when she's risked losing sight of him that she takes off, hurrying at first but slowing to a casual stroll once she's not in danger of missing him around a corner.