| Appearences by: | Claire, Casey |
| Season: | 1 |
| Episode #: | N/A |
| Date: | |
| Total Deaths: | 0 |
Casey: The message had gone something like this: "Claire… hey, yeah, this is Casey. I know it's kind of weird for me to ask this, but is there any way we could meet up outside of class? Somewhere private-ish, so that we can talk? It's really important." His voice had been dreadfully serious, which was kind of awkward for Casey. As long as he'd been around, he wasn't usually that serious. He tried his hardest to remain a bastion of apathy outwardly to his peers, and he was mostly left alone because of it. No
matter, he was feeling rather anxious now, and no amount of masking could hide that. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to figure out why exactly this was so important to him. There were two outcomes here - one) Caleb was lying. Or two) Caleb was telling the truth. There were others out there. Granted, he hadn't really let on his own 'talent', persay, that was still a secret. He was just hoping that at this point, Caleb wasn't lying. He didn't want to move again.
Claire: And the reply had gone as so, "Um, alright, got your message, sound kinda weirded out. I guess we can talk…meet me at the south end corner of the school, I know a place to talk." She'd been slightly irked to find Casey had actually called her; she didn't want him getting attached, you see, but at the same time…dreadfully worried. What the hell could make him sound like that? Well…she'd find out soon enough. Seeing as there had been no practice today, she was clad in a comfortable pair of jeans and an
AE t-shirt. Having already scanned the location with watchful eyes, she decided the coast was clear; no one was paying attention to the popular girl here. "Hey, what's up?" A hand rested on the strap of her messenger back, attempting to appear as casual as possible…though inside her heart was thumping the bass line to a fast-paced song.
##Black| Casey: He'd been waiting half-heartedly; he didn't know if she would actually show. They were friends in the sense that they spoke sometimes, and they didn't hate each other. Oddly enough, Casey was starting to grow attached, despite her fear. Claire was a genuinely good person, for all of the popular form and bluster she put out to the rest of the world. The strap to his own backpack was adjusted so that it was higher up than he might normally have it, but this was kind of an odd situation. When Claire arrived,
Casey looked almost surprised. But he let a little smile tug the corner of his lips. Not the in-love-puppy smile that a lot of guys probably gave her, but a smile that said he was pretty much just glad to see her. "Nothing much." Typical reply for the surroundings - though no one was really being attentive. "I'm glad you've got a place to talk, though. Odessa's small so there's almost no privacy." He said, shaking his head slightly. It was too true, and he didn't like it.
Claire: Ah, crap. He looked nervous. This wasn't going to be some kind of ridiculous 'I-worship-the-ground-you-walk-on' confession, was it? No..his smile…that was a normal smile. Thank God. He was smart, too. Not spilling whatever he was going to as soon as she arrived. But if it was that serious…Claire suddenly felt very cold. Shaking off the feeling, she brushed past him, heading down the sidewalk, "Y-yeah..I know what you mean. Come on." She didn't say anything after that, deciding that this was not a time
for small talk. Instead, she walked. And walked. And walked. Poor Casey must've wondered where the hell they were going seeing as she'd already taken them to a dead end road and down a beaten path that was worn into a field. Eventually, they entered the more rural part of Odessa, dirt roads and all that…but she wasn't through yet. Just beyond was quite literally…an abandoned gravel pit. Not much to look at, but certainly no one to disturb them. She didn't apologize for the long walk, though. After all,
he had something to say. "Alright, what is it?"
Casey: Neither of them noticed Jackie on the football field - not cheer practice, no, just being jackie. Watching them go. Nevertheless, he moved alongside her, producing two bottles of water from a side pouch on his bag, offering one to her, and keeping one to himself. It wasn't as though he knew where they were going or what it would be like, he just always had water. It's safer for him that way. He was looking around as they moved, as if perhaps he'd like to remember this way in the future. Either way, when
they arrived, he looked around. Luckily, neither of them would feel the effects of fatigue, though for distinctly different reasons. He looked at her, that serious face, and almost backed out. What if he was wrong? "I was at the airport yesterday. To pick up my grandmother." He started. "There was this woman with an amazing purse that I wanted to find out about so I could get one for my mom… whatever. That's not the big thing. The big thing is this guy that… I dunno, tried to accost her. He was - or at
least was related to - this guy. That showed up at school. With a woman. They were cops, or FBI or something, and they were asking questions about you." Of course, this would be the first time she heard. He had been debating whether or not he should tell her. Well, now he was. "Either way. The point is. This guy… said that those kind of people only show up when there are… 'special people' involved. I kind of just thought they were talking about you being involved with drugs, or something. But since
yesterday…" How did he express this next part properly? Unscrewing the water bottle, he sipped eagerly at it. "Do you have any… special abilities?" Well. Straight and to the point.
Claire: She'd accepted the water bottle, but had carried it the entire way rather than sipping. Instead, she'd taken to tossing it back and forth between her palms as if to take off the edge. It wasn't helping. As she waited for a reply, she'd shifted her weight onto one leg, scrutinizing him as though she could pluck the question before he could say it. Her expression faltered though, in the beginning, seeing as it was such an odd introduction. Brow arched as she tried to make sense of where the hell he was going
with this…Picking up his grandma…a lady with a nice purse…that..he wanted for his mother. Oookay..all of this FBI crap. When the hell did this happen? She could've easily been gone. Practice. Gym. Another class. Something to that extent.Blinking, she attempted to silence her racing mind and concentrate. Special people. Claire wanted him to clarifiy…he would, but she wanted him to do so more quickly. Still, the cheerleader restrained herself. Ugh. Now he was taking a drink. Just spit it out! Come o—
Mind was interrupted as he came to his point, and she nearly choked on her own spit. "Special abilities?" She heard herself echo, head momentarily empty. "..I don't understand." Did she come off as hollow as she felt? Shit. Yes. There were others like her, she knew that, but this was still really dangerous. That blonde electric bitch knew about her already, and she didn't need this kid on her back, too, ready to sell her secret to some dissection group. ..Would Casey do that? She wasn't sure. She didn't
know what to think.
Casey: He bit his lip. He could tell she wasn't as clueless as she let on - you'd think she'd be a better actress… but at the same time, he'd caught her flat footed. Again. It could have easily been an act - on Caleb's part, that is. "I know it's such a weird thing to ask… but… those people had been asking if I'd seen you do anything strange. I didn't get it at the time…" Finally, he just looked around. Nervous. "I'm going to show you something, alright…?" He stepped a few feet away from her, and put his
bottle on the ground. It was nice and hot outside, so at least the effects would be more visible. Taking a step back, he looked at her. "Please don't freak out, okay?" Unlike her, this was the first time he'd even contemplated there might be 'others' out there. Nevertheless, he dropped his bag behind him, and lifted a hand. It was an odd thing to do, palm outstretched. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, it was as if the very depths of space came pouring from his fingertips, eating away at all of the l
light between his hand and the bottle, before the bottle simply vanished from view beneath the pitch blackness that he was creating. He braced himself. Either she screamed and ran, or stayed and got to see that, after a few seconds, he stopped, and the bottle was covered in frost, and the water was mostly frozen. The light just poured back in to where the darkness had been - either way, he looked back towards her.
Claire: She wasn't the best actress, but she'd learn in the years to come. It bothered her that people were asking about her…that means they knew. Who the hell were THEY anyway? Squinting as he warned her, she watched inquisitively as he set down his bottle after backing away. She was almost compelled to step forward, but that kinda defeated the whole stepping back purpose, right? Staying put, gray gaze became glued to Casey. She gave a small nod and shrug to his plea, wanting him to get on with it, Oh, whoa,
whoa, wait a minute. She knew about this palm bullshit. By instinct, she took a step back, eyes widening as they narrowed. Instead of a blue glow, though, his hands were leaking black as ink directly into the air. "Holy shit.." Her curse was muttered under her breath as she observed, captivated by what she was witnessing. The bottle? Gone. Sucked into the abyss, she supposed. He was gonna stop, right? She wasn't so sure she could heal from disappearing. As soon as Casey felt he'd demonstrated enough, and it
receeded back into his control, she stood there, slightly dumbfounded. A smarter, older Claire would've just called him a freak and ran for it to protect herself..but younger Claire wanted someone to relate to. Someone she could tell about this without having to fear that they'd turn her in. Before anything, though, she had a question, "Do they know? …About..that?"
Casey: He looked back to the half-frozen bottle of water, and shrugged. "I don't know. I mean, they only asked about you. But they asked me, and then they pretty much took off. So I don't know what that means, exactly." He looked to her. She hadn't spazzed, which meant she took this a lot more calmly than others might. A hand came up to rub the back of his neck. All he did was make the darkness. The darkness made the cold. All in all, it was a pretty lame ability… but hey. No one else could do it. "But when that
guy Caleb said you had to be like us…" He just shrugged. "I don't know. This is all a little crazier than I ever expected." Little? That was the wrong word. Casey retrieved his much colder bottle of water, fully capable of ignoring the cold. He drank what little bit was left in liquid state, before turning back to her. "So… uhm… do you have an ability? Or are you basically about to go call the police or something. 'Cause I'd definitely like a heads up."
Claire: Great. So she was in their sites now. Shit. Not good. What if that girl had something to do with that? How else would anyone know? ..That whore was gonna get it if she EVER came back. Caleb. She didn't know that name, but she'd definitely remember it. Blinking, she looked on as he drank his water without flinching. Oh, right. No pain. No cold. That sucks. He might've tried to lighten the mood with the inquiry, but she was far beyond the joking stage. She closed the gap, pausing a foot away from the boy, and
giving him a hard look, "…Casey, you have to trust me on this. It can't get out. I won't say a word about you…and you won't say a word about me? Understand?" He'd give her an affirmative; she knew he would. He was the type to do that..hopefully. Taking a deeeeep breath, she turned around, glancing at the surroundings. That tower…that'd do fine. Without warning, she dropped her bag and bolted in that direction. Moments later, she was propelling herself up the stairs until she reached the top, lungs
burning, but fatigue not telling her to stop. Did it ever? Maybe, but the adrenaline was too much for it now. Staring down, she pulled her leg over the railing, then the other until her heels were the only things standing with her hands clutching the bar behind her. It was a good seventy, eighty feet. Enough to prove something, anyway. "I've never done this before!" She called out, her voice strained. It almost sounded frightened. If the fall was too much…that would be ironic, wouldn't it? Dying instead
of just showing what she was capable of. Well, there was only one way to find out.
Casey: She was unusually serious. But after a second of her in-his-face action, he nodded. He was more than capable of keeping a secret - no one thusfar knew about his own ability aside from his mother. Either way, he looked a little startled. She was running for the tower where they crushed gravel. What on earth? "Claire, what are you doing…?" He asked, taking a step after her. She was quick - but she was just… running. She was now on the outside of the safety railing, and after a moment, he made an
assumption. Boy, was he going to feel stupid if she were going to do something neat, like fly. "Claire, what are you doing?!" He said, again, a little more emphasis. Okay, a lie - there was a lot more emphasis. He was staring up at her, hoping that this was some form of tasteless joke on his behalf. He started for the railing - as if going up there would some how be a smarter thing to do. He could get her back on the inside of the railing. That would be a stop. "Just stay there." Panic flooded his voice.
No, he did not want to clean up Clairestains from the ground.
Claire: "No!" She snapped, a mixture of being afraid and just wanting him to shut up and stop questioning her. "Stand back!" Ugh..the more time she wasted up there the more he was going to squabble and freak out below. "Okay…I can do this…" Words of confidence to herself? You could call them that. Normally gentle hands squeezed the railing one final time before…letting go. It was totally weird. A freefall with nothing to catch her but the rocky, unforgiving ground beneath. The moment in between was amazing
enough. Like she WAS flying…only…directly down with no hope of heading any other direction. The connection with the earth gave off a more sickening sound than she would've liked, but at least he wouldn't think she faked anything now. Several snaps signaled that she'd broken a few bones, and possibly earned herself some internal bleeding since a trail of red was flowing from her mouth. She lay there for a moment, wondering if she was dead..but that couldn't be the case because she hurt. It was amazing,
though. She could feel it fading even as she lay there. Oh. Right. Casey. He was probably worried by this. Eventually, she began to pull herself together in the most literal sense as she pulled her legs beneath her for support. Oops. Her knee was bent at an odd angle. Using her left arm that seemed to be working fine already, she rolled onto her back, jerking it back into place with a disgusting sound, then found she was able to stand up. Grunting with discomfort, she glanced down to notice a loose shard of
metal had become lodged in her side, but she left it be until Casey approached, removing it only when he was close enough to see it with his own eyes. It left a tear in her shirt allowing him to actually witness her skin patching itself up like new. Catching her breath, she offered a fractured smile, "I guess..you could say I can do something, too."
Casey:"Jesus Christ!" Had he been more religious, he might have forgone that particular expulsion. At this point, he had no regrets. He'd respectfully held off flying up the stairs to try and 'save' her when she told him to back off and stand back - after all, if she'd picked up the water bottle, his own demonstration would have been pretty pathetic. Regardless. She made a noise he wished he'd never had to hear. It made him wince, sharply. "Claire?!" He called, as he started running to her downed position. Of
course, by that time she was already 'picking herself up', by all rights something that should have been completely impossible, considering the way things had gone in slow motion to him from the time she'd leaped, to the time she was pulling the bar from her side. "Jesus…" He muttered again, though this time it was much more quiet, and he was… well, dumbfounded. He was amazed, and impressed… and slightly disturbed. Not by Claire, but by the implications behind all of this. The world was a much larger
place than he'd been giving credit. "I guess you can." He couldn't help but let out a dry chuckle. "No wonder you don't freak at the sight of blood."
