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exsilium2012-11-04 10:54 pm
breakablegirl) wrote in exsilium2012-11-04 10:54 pm
Entry tags:
- jesse pinkman (breaking bad),
- ✝ adam monroe [heroes],
- ✝ claire bennet [heroes],
- ✝ dean winchester (supernatural),
- ✝ eddie riggs [brutal legend],
- ✝ katniss everdeen (hunger games),
- ✝ miles edgeworth [ace attorney],
- ✝ peter petrelli [heroes],
- ✝ robin [dc comics (earth 31)],
- ✝ sylar [heroes],
- ✝ takegami teijirou (mr. brain),
- ✝ thor [marvel 616]
[Video]
[Looking annoyed and more than a little irritated, Claire’s pacing in her room with her communicator, the video focused on her face from a lower angle.] Usually when you’re drafted to fight a war, it’s at least in the right century.
Look. I need to get back home. I know that everyone's probably saying the same thing. But the entire world was about to change, and I'm needed there. You can't just take people against their will like this. I don't care about your war, I need to be fighting my own.
[A sigh. She lifts the camera for a clearer view of her face.] In the meantime, I guess I should say.. My name is Claire Bennet. And I guess while I'm here I could use a little training.
[Action, Open!]
[Claire's standing near a bench in the courtyard, fearlessly twirling her Kamas in her hands. It's a good thing she did all of that baton twirling in Cheerleading camp that one summer, otherwise it would have taken her a lot longer to figure it out. She still can't quite figure out what sort of technique she's supposed to use with these things. The sharp and pointy part she gets, but the fighting discipline is is way over her head.
Wearing new clothes and being much cleaner and well put-together than she was when she first arrived, the expression on her face suggests that she's either bored or deep in thought.
She wonders if there's a way to send a message back through time to Hiro, or to her dad, or Peter. Then she'd be able to get out of here, get back where she belongs. Though.. A part of her is a little relieved she doesn't have to see that heartbroken look on her dad's face right now. She's not really looking forward to having to explain her actions to everyone.
Maybe the temporary kidnapped state will be a good thing.]
Look. I need to get back home. I know that everyone's probably saying the same thing. But the entire world was about to change, and I'm needed there. You can't just take people against their will like this. I don't care about your war, I need to be fighting my own.
[A sigh. She lifts the camera for a clearer view of her face.] In the meantime, I guess I should say.. My name is Claire Bennet. And I guess while I'm here I could use a little training.
[Action, Open!]
[Claire's standing near a bench in the courtyard, fearlessly twirling her Kamas in her hands. It's a good thing she did all of that baton twirling in Cheerleading camp that one summer, otherwise it would have taken her a lot longer to figure it out. She still can't quite figure out what sort of technique she's supposed to use with these things. The sharp and pointy part she gets, but the fighting discipline is is way over her head.
Wearing new clothes and being much cleaner and well put-together than she was when she first arrived, the expression on her face suggests that she's either bored or deep in thought.
She wonders if there's a way to send a message back through time to Hiro, or to her dad, or Peter. Then she'd be able to get out of here, get back where she belongs. Though.. A part of her is a little relieved she doesn't have to see that heartbroken look on her dad's face right now. She's not really looking forward to having to explain her actions to everyone.
Maybe the temporary kidnapped state will be a good thing.]
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Now that that's taken care of.. [She chuckles a little, lightly blushing.]
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Oh god, it's melting everywhere. I'm so sorry about this, just -
[Yeah, he jams the cookie in his mouth, smearing melty chocolate everywhere.]
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