Unexpected

Appearences by:	Elle, Claire, Tracy, Nathan, HRG, Candice
Season:	Season 1
Episode #:	1
Date:	May 2, 2006
Total Deaths:	0

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Elle Bishop
Primatech Paper

Elle: ::Elle was completely estastic! Finally she had been given status as an agent after so many years of vigorous training. She skipped down the halls of the Odessa Primatech Facility. Apparently this was where her first task was gon
Elle: -na take place. Her cell phone began to ring interrupting her gleeful moment. "Yes Daddy?" She answered happiness showed through her voice. The blonde stopped in the middle of the hall way, rocking back and forth on the heels of
Elle: feet. "WHAT? I DON'T WANNA WATCH HER!" Her mood was suddenly ended, and she could help the sparks freeing themselves from her body. "This is why I was brought all the way from New York, to watch some stupid cheerleader? I reall
Elle: -y don't think Bennet is going to be happy with this." She slumped her shoulders in defeat. "Fine… I'll do it!" She rolled her eyes, and began walking through the hall again, stomping as she went. She went into a room which se
Elle: -rved as her father's office while he was in town, and picked up a folder that was on the desk. It contained pictures of Claire, as well as information on what it was she was to do…and a highschool schedule with her name on it?
Elle: "Why is there a school schedule with my name on? …Oh crap!" She closed the folder, "Okay Daddy! I'll do it, I'll watch Bennet's daughter, alright?… Bye, love you!" She snapped the cell phone shut, and was on her way to Union
Elle: Wells High, wouldn't this be fun.::
Claire: Fun, indeed. Yet another day in the life of a teenage cheerleader. Staring into the mirror of her room, she did a quick mental critique of her appearance. Every hair was in place, more or less, and she looked pretty good..of course,
Claire: that was only her own opinion. There was certain to be SOMEONE in her school that disagreed. Ironic how it was usually her 'best friend' Jackie. Despite her impeccable appearance, though, something was missing. Oooh, right. Swiping
Claire: a small tube of gloss from her dresser, she applied just enough to create a soft sheen. Pressing her lips together, she finished with a grin. Much better! After hearing her name being called from downstairs, she replied, "Coming,
Claire: mom!" Heading out the door, she made certain it was shut behind her. Lyle had no business wandering around there, and an open entry way was far too inviting. Hearing an inquiry, she paused, then answered again before heading for the
Claire: stairs, "Scrambled!"
Elle: ::Driving along the rode, she grumbled to herself. "Stupid Cheerleader… why can't Bennet watch his own damn daughter!" Elle's driving skills weren't of the best calibur, and she was speeding, and avoiding street signs on her way
Elle: to the school. She had made few wrong turns and had to backtrack but she was pretty certain she was on the right path this time. Yes! She most certainly was. There goes the school, she pulled into the parkingly driving past the
Elle: Union Wells sign perched off to the side. Finding a space, she cut off off a lady who was about to go for a space. Setting the gear in park, she grabbed her school bag, and hopped out. Elle seriously hoped that she wasn't expecte
Elle: -d to do homeowork or anything. That was exactly what she needed, more things to do on top of a mission she didn't want to partake in. "Alright time to go see what the cheerleader can do…" she said to herself. The company had s
Elle: -et Elle up to be in everyone of the younger girl's classes, and her father even suggested that she join the cheerleading team for a while, to get more time to spy on her. "Where am I suppose to be going anyway…" She pulled out
Elle: her schedule that read Biology, she looked for the appropriate room number, it wasn't too hard to eventually find it, as there were signs to point her in the right direction. Elle eventually had to travel up a set of stairs, and wh
Elle: -en she made it to the class, she found that it was only a few people there, so she took a random seat.::
Claire: With breakfast finished, mother and children loaded into the car and headed to the designated schools. With Lyle dropped off, Sandra Bennet parked in front of Wells Union for Claire's turn. After a brief goodbye, she wiggled her
Claire: fingers and left the van to step into her image as a preppy girl with high standards. Did she like it? Not necessarily, but it got her by. Cheerleading wasn't exactly what propelled her through life, but it passed the time and made
Claire: Jackie respect her. (A little.) Heading for the front doors, she felt a pair of eyes on her. The boy with headphones gave a small wave, and she returned it halfheartedly. Didn't she tell him to lay off during school..? Oh, well. He
Claire: was a good guy…No more time to dwell, though, as she was whisked away by a pony-tailed girl with a mean streak a mile long. Claire rolled her eyes as she was chided by a voice going 'God, Claire, don't give that freak the time of
Claire: day. You know he's not interested in girls, anyway." ..God, Jackie, you're such a bitch sometimes. Instead, she shook her head and broke apart from her not long after to head to her first class. Biology…oh, joy. And that was
Claire: exactly the face she displayed as she stepped through the door, heading for her designated seat without a second thought.
Elle: ::Elle was huffing and puffing, this assignment was completely boring her to death. Where was Claire at anyway? She couldn't spy on the girl, if she never showed up. Not even the teacher was in the room. Discreetly, she'd let so
Elle: -me electricity leap between her fingers, and stop when she finally saw the girl walk in the room. 'It's about time…' she thought to herself. How exactly was she going to do this. "Hi," she said attempting to start up a convers
Elle: -ation with a chipper smile highlight her features as her blue eyes glowed. "I'm Elle, I'm sorta new here." Well that came out a bit more normal that she thought it was going to come up, she'd have to tell Daddy that she deserved
Elle: a Slusho for a job well done.::
Claire: Giving the room the once over, she thought she spotted a new face, but then again, it was a large school. There were plenty of people she didn't know. Could've just been a class transfer. The 'new girl', though, decided to make
Claire: herself quite known. Having occupied herself with digging through her bag, she jerked her head toward the blonde who'd approached. Hm..low and behold, Claire had been right. What a smart girl. Unsure of what to do, she decided to
Claire: simply relax into a smile, standing up straight and leaving her things for later..or at least until the teacher walked in. "Oh, cool. I'm Claire." Odd that she'd approach her like that…maybe she was used to being popular. Either
Claire: that or she was very open. The squad wouldn't like that at all…Snuffing out the thought, she continued smiling, "Nice to meet you. So…this your first class, then?" Usually newbies only came up to the current students if they
Claire: were lost…
Elle: ::Elle wanted so badly to just zap the girl, for being so nice, and acting like she was the picture perfect American daughter. Please. "Yeah, first class, first day, alot of firsts," she replied. She would just stand there for a
Elle: few seconds. She knew she was suppose to make nice with her, but it was hard to make nice with someone you didn't like. She'd whistle, "Okay then…" she stood looked at her for a few seconds, before moving back to her seat, hands
Elle: clasped in front of her resting on the desk as she looked straight ahead. Well, what now? Was she suppose to ask the girl if she wanted to frollic in some flowers, and go baking cookies? Cookies. That really didn't sound half ba
Elle: -d now that she thought about it. No. No cookies! She had an assignment to do, and she was gonna finish it, and daddy was going to be proud of her. Afterall she was the best, well atleast she thought she was.::
Claire: How else was the picture perfect American daughter supposed to act? Fortunately, or unfortunately, she wasn't as wonderful as Elle believed her to be, but that wasn't something Claire was about to spill to some stranger. She nodded
Claire: at the answer, "Yeah…" She might've even said something else, but the girl was just standing there. The whole situation..it was awkward. Her smile had faded slightly as the silence seemed to thicken, but renewed when she made that
Claire: whistling noise. Oh..she was leaving. Well..oh-kayyy. As soon as her back was to this 'Elle', expression dissolved into something strained. Eh…could've gone worse? Not long after, a man stepped into the room with an armful of
Claire: books and went right into his teaching. Good thing she didn't have mind reading abilities, otherwise she'd be tossing Elle some strange looks. Cookies? Really? Cupcakes were better.
Elle: ::Elle watched as a few of the students were writing down notes, copying what the man had wrote on the board. Elle however was doing something different, she was doodling pictures of Claire being zapped, and getting his by cars, all
Elle: types of horrific disasters. She tried to repress her snickering as best she could and noticed a few people staring at her and a boy…smiling at her? Gross. He so wasn't her age or her type. The teacher had looked quite geeky,
Elle: and she tried not to look at him or else she might burst out laughing by the site of his high-water pants. He was like a nerd out of those T.V shows she use to watch. Suddenly a loud ringing noise began to sound throughout the cla
Elle: -ssroom. What was that? Elle started looking around, but noticed everyone looking in her direction. Shit! She forgot to put her cell-phone on vibrate. It was her dad, calling to see if she was doing fine. He always had to call
Elle: her every five minutes, couldn't he have picked a better time. "Uh…sorry…" she grinned, and stepped out of the classroom. "Yes daddy?" Frustration was evident. "I'm in class, you're not suppose to call people in class!" She
Elle: tried to explain to him. "Yes, I did." She had answered a question about whether she found Claire or not. "Okay, bye see you in a couple days or so!" She walked back in the room, and found everyone was staring at her. "What are
Elle: you losers looking at?"
Claire: Anger issues much? Claire was ignorant to all of this, but not blissfully so, since biology with this teacher was…dreadfully slow and dull. She seemed to be doing better with the whole note thing compared to Elle, though, and
Claire: scribbled along. Sure there was the occasional heart on the side, but most of it was just random designs and scribbles. Sighing, she perked when the drone of his voice was disrupted by a ringing. With everyone's attention on the
Claire: blonde, the class seemed to stop…and she…actually answered it. This was probably the WORST class..Mr. Furlow was probably the most old fashioned teachers in West Union, and she was totally not helping her reputation with him
Claire: here! The students were only making it worse as they started snickering and giggling at the sound of 'daddy'. Claire would've been amused herself if she hadn't turned around to eye the teacher. He was, as expected, not amused, and
Claire: twitching a bit. As Elle proceeded to ruin recovery chances by addressing everyone as losers, his tried to begin reprimanding her, but realized that he didn't know her name. ..Should she intervene? It wasn't a good idea to stand out
Claire: like that, but.. she raised a hand anyway, speaking to him as calmingly as possible, "Ah..Mr..Furlow..Elle, she's new. Doesn't..know all the rules, right?" Even if a cellphone is class was kind've unacceptable EVERYWHERE. Seriously,
Claire: what was this girl thinking!? His glare had settled on Claire for a bit, but seemed to soften slightly. "..Yes…well perhaps you could explain the rules to Miss Elle after class. Breaking them isn't tolerated." Taking a second
Claire: longer to squint at the new blonde, he huffed and resumed the lesson. That went…much smoother than she thought it would've. Nice.
Elle: "Yeah…" She said going along with it. "I'm new, I've been homeschooled for a while." Well if you counted the Company as home, and those weird doctor people as tutors, then it was kinda true. She sat back down at her seat. And
Elle: though she completely ignored the teacher, she couldn't mind hearing him talk aout something after class. Whatever. She so wasn't staying longer than was necessary. Elle started tapping her pencil loudly on her desk, while the ma
Elle: -n continued to teach, she could see him visibly fuming, but she didnt' know. "Um…is class over yet. I'm kinda bored." She continued to tap her pencil against the desk, waiting for the teacher to answer her. And to think she h
Elle: -ad to suffer three more classes of old people talking.::
Claire: …Annnnd her attempt at saving her ass was quickly extinguished. Claire wasn't so much worried for her anymore..more irked. What was her problem? Seriously…rude. Hanging her head slightly, she cringed when the man in the front
Claire: cleared his throat loudly, not even bothering to look over his shoulder to answer her,"The class is over when I say it is, Miss Elle. If you'll excuse me, I'm going to finish the lesson now." He was being generous today…Her fellow
Claire: students were in a mix of subdued laughter, annoyance, and zoning out on the whole thing…and Claire had a feeling she was sifting into the middle group. She'd better not screw anything up for them, new or not. Didn't she realize
Claire: that she didn't have to say a word regarding the phone? Who the hell was this girl, anyway, to treat people like that? That bright smile she'd flashed her during the introduction…it seemed to be nonexistant when she had attracted
Claire: attention to herself. Whatever.
Elle: ::Elle just rolled her eyes, she could take a few more minute of this hell hole. It was even more boring than when she was put on house arrest for doing something daddy didn't like. At least then she still was able to use her abil
Elle: -ity to keep her entertained. Just thinking about her ability, provoked even more irritability in her. She'd give anything to zap the loser teacher and be done with it. With her arm on the desk, palm would resk against her cheek,
Elle: as she tried to keep herself from falling asleep. Luckily, the bell would ring after twenty more minutes, and she'd notice the students let out sighs of excitement. "Finally." Elle picked up her things, and shoved them messily in
Elle: her bag. She walked over to Claire. "Uh…are you guys having cheerleading auditions anytime soon? I really wanna try out for the
squad." Now THAT was a lie, all she wanted to do was go back to her motel room and sleep.::
Claire: Good. She kept her big mouth shut for the rest of class. Infact, she'd been quiet for so long that Claire had put her completely out of her mind. So, as she stood to put her things away, she repeated the motions from before when
Claire: Elle had first approached her , and settled immediately after, trying not to look too peeved. Oh, great. She wanted to know about auditions? She had this strange feeling that things wouldn't go too well..but if she wanted to know,
Claire: there was really no hiding it. "Uh..Yeah..they're actually tomorrow. You can sign up in the office." ..or you could just skip the whole thing..not a good idea at all, even if it did get you attention.
Elle: "Okay, cool thanks!" Elle turned to walk off, now she had to find the office. Her common sense told her that it was downstairs, more than likely not far from the school entrance. When she made her way there, she didn't have any p
Elle: -roblems finding the sign up. "After school at four…" she read to herself. She didn't have anything else to do tomorrow besides tail her, so it'll be good. Now all she had to do was go to her next class. Where was her next cla
Elle: -ss? Going through her bag, she'd pull out the wrinkled piece of paper. "Yay!" She squealed, when she read Culinary Arts, maybe she'd be able to get those cookies afterall, maybe even some cake too. Maybe this whole highschool t
Elle: -hing wasn't so bad… She walked out of the office to see a couple of boys running down the hall. Okay yeah, it kinda was. She'd suck it up and be on her, before she was late.::
Claire: Finally! She was free of the girl who seemed to be looking for trouble. Unlike Elle, she was already on the squad, so there was no where for her to go but to her next class. Culinary..they were already beyond the basics in the book,
Claire: so they oughta be actually making things now. Sliding into her seat, she made herself comfortable, and even a bit more intrigued now that she noticed the aprons were set out. Ooo…things looked promising in the cooking department.
Claire: Maybe they'd even do something to help with her sweet fix!
Elle: ::Elle had made it into class way before it was time for the bell to ring. She had been running, hopefully no one ate all the cookies and stuff before she got there. A gloomy look would take over, as she saw no such thing. But sh
Elle: -e did see Claire. The teacher had apparently been in the room, "Hi, I'm Elle, are we making cakes or something?" She asked her. The woman just smiled at her enthusiasm and shook her head. "No, we're making baked chicken today.
Elle: You must be new." Elle once again had her hopes dashed. "Yeah, I'm new." "Get an apron you can work with…" The woman looked around some. "Claire." Elle turned to her Claire, she wasn't happy not at all. "Okay…" She walked
Elle: over to Claire, not speaking, she just put on the already set out apron and huffed. "Hey there…again."
Claire: There she was, minding her own business when she heard a voice that actually made her flinch slightly. She hadn't been paying attention since she figured out there wouldn't be cookies baking in the oven, and the blonde's head had
Claire: been resting the chin in her palm, with her eyes shifted shut. Elle's appearance, and re-greeting, had caught her attention almost immedaitely, though…and it was becoming difficult to hide her distaste. "..Hi….Elle." Sure, she
Claire: remembered her name. It wasn't like she'd forget it with all the trouble she'd caused during the previous class. And…hey…what are the chances that she'd have culinary, too? The school wasn't huge, so the idea of it wasn't
Claire: ridiculous..Supressing a sigh, she rose from the table, smoothing the apron she'd already slipped on since it seemed they'd be starting soon. "Chicken…weird thing to make in the morning, huh?" Smooth-talking Claire…yeeeah. Was
Claire: she even putting for any effort.
Elle: ::She noticed the younger girl flinch when she came around, and couldn't help but smirk. She liked seeing that reaction from people whenever she was around. Though she didn't quite understood why they did flinch near her. Oh well
Elle: , she just figured that all people did that because she was special and they weren't. At least that's what her father tells her. "Yeah… I was kinda hoping we'd have cookies and what not, but so much for that idea." She leaned a
Elle: -gainst the table with a small frown. "Chicken isn't all that bad… but we could at least make ham instead." Ham. Elle loved ham, around thanks giving some people from the Company would bring her ham and other things like macaro
Elle: -nni and turkey. Her father wasn't one to really celebrate Thanksgiving….at least not with her anyways.::
Claire: Oh, sure, she flinched, but not for reasons Elle assumed..and CERTAINLY not the special thing..but she wasn't the type to just come out and discuss her indestructibility. That was a whole other matter entirely. No cookies, but
Claire: chicken. ..Ham? Okay, Elle liked ham. "Uh…I don't think that's an option." Her tone was apologetic…but at the same time..why in the world was she being so nice? This girl was digging her own damn grave! Attempting to lighten the
Claire: mood further, her face brightened with a smile. It occured to her then…Elle was putting on the apron closest to her station. Why was that? Recieving a hopeful smile from the teacher, who motioned to the new blonde, her face
Claire: struggled to remain cheery, and she briefly nodded as if accepting her fate. Son of a … Seriously. How in the HELL did she manage to get herself paired with this girl? Ugh..she better not screw up the chicken. "Alright, should we
Claire: get started?"
Elle: "Yeah I would guess so, though I can't say for sure that I exactly know what to do…" She started tapping her nails against the table. "I wonder what kind of chicken we're making, I never really cooked before, unless you count waf
Elle: -fles…but they're usually burnt." Maybe electricity and waffles weren't the best of combinations, but atleast she never ate them, it was always for her father, when he was busy in the mornings with paper work. "I hope we make wa
Elle: -ffles in here today." She pulled the metal stool out that was placed under the table and sat down on it. She didn't like Claire as much as Claire didn't like her, but Elle didn't know that she didn't like her, which was a good th
Elle: -ing because this whole mission probably would've been ruined.::
Claire: Icing on the cake. Was anything going to go well today? And, seriously, if she hadn't cooked before, how had she even gotten into this class? There was a prequisite that was required, and they TOTALLY had to do basic cooking in it,
Claire: but Claire took care of that freshman year. Eh..maybe the school system hadn't caught it. In that case, with luck, she'd be reassigned by the end of the week! Pausing as she tightened the strings of her apron again, she frowned. Was
Claire: she being too harsh? It was the girl's first day here…and she probably didn't know a soul in town. Pursing her lips, she silently decided to make a better effort. She didn't have to necessarily like her…just tolerate her. "I
Claire: hear they make waffles later on in the year when we go through the breakfast cycle." As she looked over the ingredients, she arched her brows. "Looks pretty simple…I think we have a few choices, too.." All she had to do was play
Claire: the reserved student. Helpful, kind, considerate. Easy, right? Elle just had to play along. She could do that. Claire believed she could. Maybe this would even earn her brownie points with the teacher.
Elle: ::Well ingredients should make this a whole lot easier, Elle thought. Or else, she would've just ended up taking the chicken directly out of the pack, and placing it into the oven. She peeked over at the list and saw that they nee
Elle: -ded a couple of things that were scattered along the table. "I got the basil!" Elle said chipperly, she was actually having fun. She never got this close to a stove before, because the Company feared she may forget to turn it of
Elle: -f and blow everyone up, or somehow cause an electrical fire. Basically stoves equal off-limits. But Daddy wasn't around now, so ha! "It says put the oven on 350…." She started searching for the shiny knobs but realized there
Elle: were none there considering that they were at the table and the oven was behind them. "Oh no oven…" She turned to Claire. "You seem to know what you're doing a hell of a lot more than I do, so what do we do first?" Elle still l
Elle: -acked patience and really wanted to get this whole baking thing over with, even if it would be potentially fun.::
Claire: Subduing one of probably many eyerolls, she also gave the recipe the once over. First thing she noted was that basil was an optional ingrediant. Why the heck would she reach for that first..? Shaking the thought from her mind, her
Claire: attention swiveled to the blonde as she spoke directly to her. No reason to blush at such praise since it was given to her so bluntly. Still, she smiled a bit, and headed toward the oven. "Preheat is always the first step." Pointing
Claire: at the knobs that Elle couldn't locate, she tried to make sense of them for her. "This one's oven tempurature. The next one is for options..cook, bake, y'know? That one in the middle is the timer, and the rest is for the stove." In
Claire: a few quick wrist flicks, the oven was set to go, and heating quickly. "Alright. So, it looks like we have to season it now. Salt..pepper..lemon..paprika…" She paused, then decided to go with it. Elle had tried, after all. Might
Claire: as well include that extra ingredient. "..and basil." With a clean counter, and a naked chicken, this would be easy..just as long as she didn't get impatient. ..Oh, boy. "Just rub it into the meat like this." Pretty soon, she'd
Claire: sprinkled a bit of everything on the poultry, kneading it to embed the flavor. "You wanna try?"
Claire: try?*
Elle: "Uh…not really," Touching a raw chicken was not at the top of her agenda, "But what the hell, this could be the only time I get to do something like this." This was said more to herself than to Claire, so she began to take over.
Elle: This wasn't so hard. She was working the seasoning into the chicken and was doing a pretty fine job of it, being that she had watched Claire first. "This good enough?" Stopping she'd turn to her cooking partner, blue orbs gazing
Elle: at her searching for a look of approval. She wanted her first time baking a chicken to go perfectly, maybe she could even make Daddy a thing or two after this class was over. He'd probably like that. "I know it's kinda late for m
Elle: -e to be saying this but…weren't we suppose to wash our hands or something?"
Claire: Her remark was kinda weird, but she didn't dwell on it. She'd already decided Elle was weird. Not..her level of weird, but..maybe on her own plane. Who knows? Ah! What happened to being nice? With a bit of a mental berating, she
Claire: nodded with a small shrug, "Yeah, great. That's fine." Stepping closer to examine her handy work, she paused after hearing the question, unable to stop herself from hissing "Shit!" under her breath. Quickly glancing at the teacher
Claire: to see if she'd been paying attention, she was relieved to see the woman babbling something to another pair. "Uh..yeah..I kinda forgot. Might as well do it now and just go with it." No way in HELL she was starting over. Besides, it
Claire: wasn't like either of them were deathly diseased. Her little 'curse' couldn't be handed over by food, she knew that much already. Nibbling her bottom lip, she stepped toward the sink, promptly turning on the water to remove any
Claire: traces of chicken grime or flavorings from her tanned skin.
Elle: "I guess we were," Elle decided to follow Claire's lead and wash her hands, but only until Claire finished. She couldn't risk shocking her, then the cat would be out of the bag and her mission jeopordize. Not to mention Daddy woul
Elle: -d probably lock her up for a couple months. They couldn't erase the minds of everyone in the school. "Think she'll know? I mean we didn't exactly wash the chicken either. And it's perfectly seasoned just about and her hands are
Elle: clean." It was true that Elle could've mentioned all these things earlier, but she was just so concerned with getting things right, she forgot to even think about it. Oh well, what harm can a little chicken blood do? Well other t
Elle: -han make whoever eats the chicken extremely sick…but hey. No one's forcing them to.::
Claire: While Claire might not've just started pointing fingers should she see a few sparks, she might've still had to deal with telling the nurse that's she's fine after being electrocuted. In otherwords, Elle was playing it smart since
Claire: it would put them both in a compromising situation. Food poisoning she could handle. A fried body that fixed itself before everyone's eyes she could not. Elle's inquiries nearly gave her another heart attack, but at that moment, the
Claire: teacher piped up, "Oh, and since a lot of you seemed to be so eager with cooking, just know that I took the liberty of pre washing every piece of chicken…say no to salmonella!" Finishing with a kindly smile, she went back to
Claire: observing work stations. "Oh, thank God.." She muttered, resting herself against the counter, then added with a grin, "Lucked out on that one, huh?" Righting herself, she dried her hands with a cloth, handing one over right after, "
Claire: I guess the last thing you'd want to start out with is a failing grade."
Elle: "Yeah…guess so." Her tone was emotionless as she said this, being that she probably would only be here for a couple more days before she headed back to New York. A part of her was hoping that Claire didn't have any abilities, it
Elle: -'ll make her job all the more easier. But she couldn't help but be a little envious. She had heard Bennet talk about her for a while, and he seemed to really care about her alot. She wanted the same type of affection from him an
Elle: -d wished her father would show it more often. Elle knew that her father loved her, he just didn't show it in the normal way. Wanted her to be tough. But even the tough need a hug every now and then. "So do we put the chicken in
Elle: the oven now? Looks about ready to me."
Claire: Her voice had changed, noticeably, and even her expression seemed to have dulled. It was enough to make the cheerleader wonder, anyway…Brows furrowed slightly, and she was almost compelled to ask if everything was alright. Before
Claire: she could, though, she was brought back to the present. "Oh. Yeah. Just a sec." Eyeing the pan, she reached for some shortening in the cabinet, greasing said pan afterward. Setting the chicken inside, she squinted at the last
Claire: line of instruction on the paper. "Oops. Can't forget the water." Using a small measuring cup, she poured it over the chicken. "That way it won't dry out." She explained, then opened the oven. Certainly felt like the right
Claire: temperature. For a brief moment, she contemplated reaching inside just to see exactly how hot it was…though quickly ceased such ideas and stood straight up, motioning to the open crevasse. "Will you do the honors?" Hey, she seemed
Claire: eager enough to learn, if given the right encouragement.
Elle: "Ooooh sure!" She got excited and grabbed the black round pot, that held the chicken, by handles on the sides. She carefully slid it in the center of the oven rack, and closed it. "I think we did a job well done." Maybe the Chee
Elle: -rleader wasn't so bad after all, she had actually had fun, despite her previous assumption that she was going to be miserable watching a spoiled brat that got her way all the time. She couldn't have been more wrong. This friendsh
Elle: -ip thing could probably work afterall. But were they even friends? It was hard for Elle to tell, she never really had a friend before, so had no clue on how they were made. "So, I'm guessing we just wait until class is over."
Elle: Going back to the table, she washed her hands over the sink and sat on the stool. Meanwhile. School was now over and Elle found herself sitting in her car pulling out of the school parking lot. She zoomed off down the street cutt
Elle: -ing off a guy who had the right away which generated a few hunks of his horn. Elle however paid no attention to this, she was so busy talking to her father on the phone. "School was so boring… glad I never had to go there. But
Elle: cooking was fun though." She was now in a chipper mood, and the radio played loudly through the car. "Mhmm, I'm trying out for cheerleading tomorrow, shouldn't be too hard… Don't worry Daddy, I wont let you down, bye." She hung
Elle: up the phone, en route to her motel at the edge of town.::
Claire: A bit surprised by her eager behavior, she was also amused, stepping aside so she could take care of it herself. Hopefully she wouldn't drop the darn thing. Fortunately, it was carried on without hitch, and their chicken dish was on
Claire: it's way to success. Very cool. That'd been easier than she thought. This girl wasn't such a…er..jerk, to put it nicely. She was just..well..it was like school was new to her. Maybe she'd ask her where she went to previously
Claire: tomorrow. One of the homeschooled types? It was possible. Probable, even. "Yep. Oughta be done right before…at least if anyone dies from it, we'll know it was from bad cooking instead of disease." ..Er…bad joke. She gave a
Claire: half-hearted grin anyway. The time came for the class to end, and the chicken ended up doing pretty well. They faired better than two in the back who forgot the water and ended up with a wrinkly..bone..thing.
Claire: The day passed at a usual rate, and Claire was bewildered to find that this mystery blonde was in every one of her classes. Was this weird, or just a huge coincidence? Well…whatever. As the last bell rang, she gathered her things
Claire: and headed for the locker rooms. There'd be a drill today portraying exactly what they'd be looking for in tomorrow's try-outs for the team. Hopefully, it'd be a short one— she was supposed to meet up with Zach at 5 with a
Claire: nail gun.

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Later That Night

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Elle: ::Now was the perfect time to spy on Claire, it wouldn't be as seeming suspicious during the night as it would during the daytime where everyone would be able to see her sneaking outside of the Bennet residence, camcorder in hand.
Elle: Blonde hair was neatly placed into a ponytail, bangs neatly styled. For this particular part of her assignment, Elle decided to wear a pair of low-rise navy blue jeans, a bellyshirt and white sneakers. Never knew when she had to m
Elle: -ake a run for it, and heels would only slow her down. "Okay Claire, let's see what you're up to." She peeked through the living room window but only saw her mom cuddling and talking to some dog like it was a child or something.
Elle: That was a little weird even for Elle, but that wasn't what was important at the moment. "Don't these people know to close their blinds at night? Anyone with a camera could just peek in." She smirked to herself, before going arou
Elle: -nd back.::
Claire: It wasn't her turn, or anything, but she felt like playing the overly obedient daughter. 'Noo, mom!' She'd chided, ushering her into the livingroom. 'Just let me do everything. We learning a new recipe at school the other day; I've
Claire: got it covered.' With a winning, persuasive grin, the older woman finally relented. patting her daughter on the cheek. "Alright, just don't burn anything." Hah. No way. She was above that, right? And there she was, washing the
Claire: chicken herself since there was no culinary teacher around, and doing quite well. Then again..it was just washing chicken. Moving on…what was next? Oh, yeah. She'd decided to be adventurous and make cooked carrots. They weren't
Claire: her favorite, or anything, but it was funny to watch Lyle whine over them like he was ordered to eat death on a plate. Grinning to herself at the thought, she found that even little distractions could make her screw up in the worst
Claire: ways. She'd totally over adjusted on that last slice, and ended up with a knife halfway through her thumb and forefinger. Wincing slightly, she was slightly fascinated, removing the blade slowly, but being careful to move away from
Claire: food. While a few slices couldn't be saved, the rest was fine and unbloodied. Lucky Elle..she'd shifted more toward the window without her realizing it. With the steel out of the way, her wound, while growing messy, was free to seal
Claire: itself..with the blood that hadn't fallen off drawing right back into the vessles. If she squinted hard enough, and the red wasn't in the way, she could actually see the skin knitting itself back to health. The Discovery channel
Claire: would have a field day with her.
Elle: ::Elle was in the back of the house now by the kitchen window, which coincidentally wasn't closed or anything either. Camera at the ready, Elle ran over to the window as quiet as possible. "Bingo." Claire was right before her, co
Elle: -oking again it seemed. "Let's see if you can do anything when no one's watching." She zoomed in on the camera as she said this, possitioning herself so that she was able to get a better view. After a few more moments of adjustin
Elle: -g herself, she found the perfect possition where nothing was blocking her. The first couple of minutes had been completely boring and Elle would give anything for a gun, so she could shoot herself in the head for having to watch t
Elle: -his. 'Use your power already….' she thought to herself. It was then that the magic began to happen. Claire-bear had apparently cut her thumb and another finger. That's gotta hurt. Shock would take hold of her, as she watched
Elle: her begin to heal, skin and delicate muscle fibers reattaching itself, blood flowing back into her body. "Gotcha! Oh, Daddy you're gonna be so proud of me." Elle was giving off a 100 watt smile at this point. Her first actual mi
Elle: -ssion had been a success, and deep elation was only an understatment to describe the way she was feeling at this point. Saving what she had recorded, she scurried off into the shadows going by undetected just as she hoped. Runnin
Elle: -g a few blocks down, she made it to her car. Tossing the camera in the passenger seat, she'd turn the key in the ignition and blaze down the street. Looks like she wouldn't be staying here very long afterall, but it wouldn't hurt
Elle: to toy with Claire before she was on her way tomorrow.::
Claire: God, she hoped this day would get better. First off she woke up with about fifteen minutes to get ready, then Lyle finished off HER box of poptarts because he'd ran out of his own, and left her without breakfast. Now that she had a
Claire: growly tummy, she was less than pleased to find they'd made extra-spicy enchiladas for lunch. Didn't they know some of the students despised that crap? And who KNOWS what they put in that green sauce…because it sure as hell wasn't
Claire: chili! At least if it got worse, it was almost over. Poor Claire-bear was disgruntled enough, and was finding it extra hard to ignore Jackie's stupid gossiping today. The pony-tailed blonde was yapping about over hearing of someone
Claire: getting busted with a D.U.I…or smoking..or something..or ..whatever. In one ear and out the other. Her blank face was just growing blanker..and blanker..
Elle: ::Elle had skipped the first half of class today, being that she now had her proof of Claire having abilities, it wouldn't matter if she came again or not. However she was just here for fun. She was on her way to the gym apparentl
Elle: -y that's where they were having try outs, she was an hour early though, school had yet to completely let out. While playing a stupid game on her phone, she would bump into Claire in the middle of the hallway, dropping her phone on
Elle: the floor. "Watch where the hell you're going!" She snapped at the younger girl before picking her phone up from off the floor. The battery cover had fallen off of it, and she angrily snapped it back on, restarting her phone. Cl
Elle: -aire probably didn't mean to walk in front of her, and it could've even been Elle's fault, but she didn't care. From her anger, she could feel the electricity surging beneath her begging to be let out, but this wasn't the time or
Elle: the place. There were students in the halls, and a little lightshow display would be sure to freak everyone out.::
Claire: If she needed one reason to snap, this was it. Just as she'd taken the time to throw Jackie a reassuring glance that she was not infact listening to her, she felt a force careen right into her chest. Her fingers twitched,
Claire: releasing the grip on her books to send them scattering to the floor. Did Claire scramble to pick them up? No way. She wanted to know who the hell made this jackass queen. Gray-green hues flared with a dangerous sheen as she was a
Claire: alarmed* to find that Elle had been the culprit. "Wh- Speak for yourself!" She retorted, upper lip curled as her brows narrowed. With that brief tiff, she bent down to gather her belongings herself. Her 'friend' merely watched in
Claire: interest. "Huh…gonna let some newbie trash treat you like that?" Honestly, no. She didn't want to..but a fight wasn't good for a reputation..even if it was her fault. "Let's go." Throwing the blonde a final loathing glare, she
Claire: brushed right on past, forcefully, too. This girl wanted on the team? Screw that. Any good spirit she'd shown yesterday had dissolved into thin air.
Elle: "Newbie trash? This coming from a girl wearing tacky CVS mascara? I may be new but I think we know who the trashy one is," she retorted to Jackie matter-of-factly. She walked passed Claire glaring at her, maybe she could take tha
Elle: -t thing back about being friends, she really despised the girl. Did she just bump her again? Oh it was so on. She was gonna make the Cheerleaders world crumble around her if it was the last thing she did. She thinks she's so po
Elle: -pular now, but wait until everyone finds out what a freak show she was. Well, she really wasn't going to tell anyone, but it'd be nice to see the look on her face, and that was something Elle just couldn't pass up. Deviously smir
Elle: -king black bumps click-clacked down the halls. She knew the best time to get to Claire was before tryouts, hopefully she'd be able to get her alone to dish out what she knew. Let the games begin.::
Claire: Lucky Elle. Jackie was too speechless to come up with anything good besides a cliche 'You bitch!' By then,, Claire had already faded into the crowds. Saving Jackie's ass wasn't on her to-do list. Neither was her next class. Social
Claire: studies could wait for another day..she needed some time to cool off before try-outs. A pissed cheerleader wasn't something anyone wanted to see, let alone potential members. Didn't that girl say she was going to go for the team,
Claire: too? Right..she'd already established that. Too many things rambling through her head. Oh, teenage woes…they were so numerous. Clutching tight to her belongings, she slipped into the locker room, pleased to find it empty. No gym
Claire: classes went on this late in the day..she could chill out for a bit. If a teacher found her, she'd just hide in a shower stall, or, if worse came to worse, claim she was told the cheerleaders had an extra hour to prepare before the
Claire: audition process. Easy. Right now, though, she just wanted to bang her head against the wall.
Elle: ::Luckily, she turned around to see what Claire was doing, and noticed that she broke away from her pathetic friends and the girl with the loud bark. It was time to stop laying the innocent highschool girl role, and let the devious
Elle: murderous seductive vixen out. She put that girl on her mental 'To Kill' list, if it was one thing she hated it was a loud mouth bitch that never really did anything. Following the cheerleader, she'd be taken into the gym and even
Elle: -tually the locker room. There was not a soul present, all that was heard was the faint sounds of breathing. Turning a corner she witnessed Little Miss Claire banging her head up against the wall. "So, that's what cheerleaders do
Elle: to get prepped?" She'd smile as she made fun of the girl who was obviously pissed off from their earlier encounter.::
Claire: Gasping at the voice, she stopped immediately, reeling backward until she could look at her with …half relief half irritation. It wasn't a teacher, but it wasn't any better, either. "I find it helps when I want to forget something
Claire: …or someone." The last words were spat out with a vile tone, and Elle would be certain to realize she meant her. "What was that all about? You can't treat people that way." And it starts..she was on a roll now. "You're new, I get
Claire: that, but what the hell? Hard to believe you actually almost nice yesterday…til you open your mouth.." The last bit was muttered under her breath, but at this point she didn't care of the girl heard. It wasn't COMPLETELY Elle's
Claire: fault, she knew that. Her brooding mood wasn't helpful in this situation at all, but for God's sake! Being tossed aside didn't make her feel any better, either.
Elle: "Makes you forget huh?" Elle looked up in the air feigning concentration. "Maybe if I do it, I'll forget that you can heal," she replied sarcastically. She knew that this would certainly shut Claire the hell up, at least for a br
Elle: -ief moment. And when this happen that all to familiar grin would form on her face once more. "You see the thing is, I kinda caught you on tape." She wasn't going to tell her when, why, and where, those questions would be left to
Elle: drive Claire's psyche out of control. "What a cowinkadink, huh?" Arms now folding across her petite torso, and she leaned against a locker.::
Claire: She was about ready to interrupt when the words got caught in her throat. Did she say…? Impossible. She hadn't done a damn thing at school while she was there to warrant anything suspicious. Her face had nearly been stricken with
Claire: horror, but she could be a good little actress when she tried…and God was she trying now. "..What are you talking about? What's on tape?…When the hell were you taping me?" Flustered. That sounded too flustered. Controlling
Claire: herself, she stood up straighter, and narrowed her eyes as before. This girl knew something…dammit, when!? It couldn't have been the nail gun attempt. It'd gotten canceled due to him having a family get-together..Pressing her mind
Claire: for answers…she could only remember ..the carrot knife in the kitchen…that bitch had been snooping around her own house!? Even when her blood was coming to a boil, the girl looked just as confused as she'd made herself appear
Claire: moments before.
Elle: "Please Claire cut the shit, you suck at acting." This was said inbetween a little giggle. Her facial expressions and body language was just priceless. Now to get in more. "And you know, I didn't appreciate you bumping in the ha
Elle: -ll not in the least. Before then I was just gonna let the whole they pass, but now I'm not so sure. I mean what would everyone think when they find out there's a magic regenerating girl roaming the halls as them. Freak, much? I
Elle: could see it now. 'Weirdo Cheerleader,' posted all over the world and people would use you as a guinnea pig for some sick experiments." Ocean colored eyes were now shiny, as she though of all the terrible things that'll befall Cla
Elle: -ire if such a thing were to happen. "I gotta say…it sucks to be you right now."
Claire: That did it. She was in the palm of her manicured hand, and she was hating every second of it. The confused expression fell away to something..unexpected. What she was threatening…did she even realize it? "Wait…Elle…please…
Claire: I'm sorry about that..I had a rough morning…but..you can't be serious." The anger had seeped out to be replaced by adrenaline and fear. "I'm a freak, fine, you know, but they'll tear me apart just to see if I go back together."
Claire: Dammit..did her voice just crack? Emotion was something that seemed to poke out it's head at the worst times. "You can't do this." Her hands had begun clenching, a nervous habit she'd picked up when she was young, and she was now
Claire: clearly quite nervous.
Elle: ::Elle was laughing now, "Not caring…." she sing-songed to herself. "Hey that's just the way the cookie crumbles. Life isn't meant to be all sunshine and rainbows. Besides, I think you'll make a nice little experiment." Pullin
Elle: -g out a nail file she began to file her names. "Poor you." Having Claire ready to jump out of her skin has to be the highlight of her assignment, it was way better than baking a crummy ole' chicken any day. "I wonder what your f
Elle: -amily would think, they'd probably out cast you too, no one wants to be associated with with someone like you." She unfolded her arms. "Well, it's about time that I go tell the world all about you." Turning on her heel, she walk
Elle: -ed out of the locker room and into the empty gym. Hopefully Claire would call her back, to continue her pathetic begging.::
Claire: Oh, she'd do much more than beg. Her chance at having any kind of a normal life was teasing her and strutting right out the door. A Bennet does not allow chances like that to drift so easily away…or something like that. No, the
Claire: drag their asses right back, and that's what she intended to do. "Elle.." she called weakly. You've got one more chance. And when she kept on walkin', well..let's just say Claire got a little miffed. Before she knew what hit her,
Claire: the cheerleader latched onto those pretty blonde locks, dragging her right back into the locker. The girls might start showing up outside and she couldn't take the risk in the gym. A catfight in public would only attract guys, and
Claire: she SO did not want to explain this one. Granted..this plan may not have been the brightest, why should she worry? It wasn't like the girl could hurt her, or anything. No..she needed that tape and she needed it NOW. "Nice doesn't
Claire: work for you, does it!?"
Elle: "Ah!" A yelp would escape from her as her hair was being tugged. As if on cue, she her hand palm facing Claire, and shot a jolt at her. The current would instantly shock her system causing the girl to shake and fall to the ground
Elle: as if she were being tazered. "Don't ever touch me like that again!" Elle let out through gritted teeth, her once mocking mood shifted in an instant and she was now ready to fight if it had been necessary. However, that wasn't he
Elle: -r assignment, and her father probably wouldn't be all too happy knowing that Claire was found in school naked, all her clothes singed right off of her. Though Elle couldn't help but smirk at the idea, that would be instant humilia
Elle: -tion for life. She'd have to do it one day.::
Claire: Ow. Okay, she expected her to fight back, but what the hell was that!? She wasn't packing a weapon…it looked like that came directly from her.."You..you can do something, too." Her eyes had widened like saucers as she came into
Claire: realization. That wasn't exactly something she'd been expecting. Not at all. If she could do something..that meant she wasn't alone! "You're..I'm…" Amazing. She'd been close to tears a few minutes ago, but was now displaying a
Claire: half grin. Happy? Maybe. Puzzled? Definitely. Who WAS she? And if she was like her…why was she threatening to turn her in? Wasn't that like, betraying your own or something? It annoyed her to no end that she was possibly connected
Claire: to this girl, but if there was a chance..Pulling herself to her feet, her eyes were glued to Elle, still trying to figure her out. "..I don't understand."
Candice: -[ Changing Images ]- T h e journey she had embarked on, once again had led her to a school. Last time she had been in such an establishment, she had certainly left a lasting impression on the students and that schools his
Candice: tory forever. As she walked about, she lightly ran her fingertips along the side of the wall though not making a sound. Voices had echoed from her destination, and with that meant her curiousity would lead her in said dire
Candice: ction. She wasn't quite sure why she was spying on teenagers, but it was perhaps just to see if the other Company agent was doing a proper job, or just messing around. Before making her way into the locker room, that real
Candice: ity around her would twist and warp in a drastic effect, as the room changed to what her mind had foreseen. The exact same scene would remain as before, only Candice wasn't in it in either of the two blonde's minds. She was
Candice: invisible, and would use that to her advantage. Slowly, she would cross her legs as she leaned in against a row of lockers, eyes coming to rest upon Claire and Elle, as she prepared to play the waiting game. Watching, lik
Candice: e an unseen falcon in the skys above, stalking its p r e y. - D -
Elle: "Yeah, yeah, I can do something too," Elle revealed a visibly sparking hand and sent a tiny stinging jolt at Claire. She stared at the girl weirdly, why exactly was she looking at her like that? Maybe something was wrong with her.
Elle: "Just because I can do something, don't mean I wont still expose you. You're the one on tape not me." She grinned revealing pearly whites. "So I'm still safe, you not so much!" Sitting down on a bench she'd cross her legs. "I c
Elle: -an't help but wonder, what you're going to do when words gets out." Manicured index finger would rest gently upon her supple bottom lip. "Oh well, doesn't matter."::
Claire: What she wouldn't give to be in Miss Invisible's shoes right now. Instead, she was stuck dishing it out with spark plug. Flinching with a small recoil at the feeling of the jolt, her nose wrinkled as she shook off the feeling. Yeah,
Claire: something was wrong with her. Elle was still threatening her freedom! It was time to talk some sense into her. "Elle, think about it. I'll be some..lab rat for the rest of my life…what if someone found out about you? They'd hook
Claire: you up to some…outlet to be a human generator. Doesn't that bother you? At all?" She took a moment to pause, staring her down. "What do you want from me?" At this rate she was ready to swallow her pride and do whatever it took.
Claire: She'd gotten her to stay..that was good..even if she'd gotten a few hairs plucked from Elle's skull in the process. Money? Popularity? She was a high school cheerleader. There wasn't exactly many options for her here.
Candice: -[ Changing Images ]- W a t c h i n g on like a chameleon, blended in with her surroundings she remained focused on the conversation that was taking place between the two blondes. As she stared idly at the two, her mind began
Candice: to wander as it tried began to search out all the twisted little things she could do, to the students enrolled at this school. The things she could make them see, that would scar them for the rest of their lives. As her mind
Candice: began to drift, her lips curled in a slightly twisted smile as the images played vividly in her mind. Shaking her head a bit, she would force the thoughts away as she once more cued in on the two girls conversing a short dista
Candice: nce from h e r. - D -
Elle: ::What did she want? Elle burst out laughing, "Nothing just wanted to get my giggles." She answered nonchalantly, "Don't worry cheerleader, I'm not gonna tell anyone about your lame power. Well atleast not these people." She wou
Elle: -ldn't say that she was an agent, or that she worked for the Company. There was the possibility of her telling Bennet, and word'll get back, and she'll be in a lot of trouble. Daddy would think of this as a failure, and Bennet wou
Elle: -ld look at her negatively. Well, not that he already doesn't. She got up from the bench, "Well see ya!" She said excitedly with a wave leaving the locker room, and hopefully the school. She had her fun for the day, and it was t
Elle: -ime for her to take a nice long nap, maybe even get a slusho or three.::
Claire: Shit. Yeah, it was real polite of her not to spill the whole no band-aid thing to her peers, but the fact was she still had the tape, and she intended to show SOMEone. Unacceptable, by her standards. Mulling it over for too long,
Claire: she looked up just to hear a snotty goodbye and a shutting door. "Elle, wait!" Bolting after her, she found herself running into that pony-tailed girl she called her 'friend'. "Hey, what're you doing talking to her? Getting back for
Claire: her acting like such a WHORE, I hope." The emphasis was obvious, not to mention yelled over her shoulder…but Claire had absolutely no time for this. "I…I can't talk. I gotta go." Trying to politely shove her out of the way, she
Claire: was pulled back to look into her face…she wanted to hit it sometimes.. "Hey, try-out's are in like, twenty minutes. Whatever it is can wait." "Jackie, I'm sorry, but I've gotta go now!" Tearing away from her and the locker room,
Claire: she was unnerved to find that Elle had already exited them gym. "I'll explain later!" She added, mumbling, "..if I feel like it." And took off toward the doors. ..There! A blonde head bobbed through the crowd of students who were
Claire: just trying to go home, and she had to deal with them. Heading straight for the door, she watched as Elle headed for what she assumed as her car, and felt her heart sink into her stomach. Great. Now what? "Hey, sorry about
Claire: yesterday.." Right on time. "Zach! I need your bike." "..Huh? What for?" Shaking her head, she gave him a short hand explanation, "Someone got me on tape..just trust me!" The boy's face shifted to what might've been the beginning
Claire: stages of panic, and handed over the keys to his chain. "Sure…uh..you want me to go with?" Grabbing the item, she fled to the racks, praying the after school rush would keep the electric bitch from driving off too soon, "No, I'll
Claire: be fine. Return it later, bye!"
Candice: -[ Changing Images ]- T h e game was on, after both Elle and Claire had exited out from the locker room she merely nodded. This was going to be quite fun, she surely couldn't lose them now. Exiting aswell, she would
Candice: follow the trail of the girl who had opted not to go to her "Tryouts." Bleh, Cheerleaders…….. Keeping herself blended in with her surroundings, she cast the illusion of herself as non existant she was the silent predato
Candice: r, though interfering would of been much more fun. Perhaps another day, another time….but for now she would just gather intel for her own personal knowledge. That is, if the two girls were planning on conversing about
Candice: details such as that any further. What she would do with said knowledge, was only a matter of formality. Though, it was against Company policy to directly interfere with another agent's project. Though Candice had neve
Candice: r actually met Elle, it was likely that they would of atleast seen each other around even if never really paying attention to one another. After tailing the Cheerleader wanna-be back to the other blonde, she would stop a f
Candice: air distance away, as she crossed her arms over her chest, looking on wtih light amusement. There was nothing better to do, except for those twisted ideas that were floating around in her h e a d. -D -
Elle: ::She was outside at the parking lot twirling her car keys in one hand while whistling 'Mary had a little lamb' to herself. Things were going so perfectly, and she definately deserved a slusho for all her efforts. In fact she des
Elle: -erved every slusho in the entire world because of the amazing job she did. Unlocking the door, she'd find herself getting in, reversing out of the parking lot, music blasting as she sang along to the song. "Got it flaunt it boy
Elle: I know you want it!" Beyonce was blasting through the car and Elle sung the whole sung perfectly. (Couldn't help myself) She zoomed off down the street in an instant. Claire would have to have some serious pedaling skills to kee
Elle: -p up with her. She had no qualms about running red lights, and in fact she ran three to get to her nearest destination. Cars stopped in the middle of the street nearly colliding into each other, trying to avoid her speeding by.
Elle: Her first stop would be the nearest Slusho vendor. Crookedly parking she'd walk in, only to order a raspberry slusho which just so happened to be her favorite. She sat in her car and ate it before going back in to get another one.
Elle: The cashier eyed were weirdly, but she didn't care, she loved them, and no one was going to stop her from getting one. After about ten more minutes, she'd drive towards the outskirts of town, where she stayed at a cheap yet decent
Elle: motel. Exhaustion was the only way to describe what she was feeling in one word. So it was no surprise that as soon as she made it inside her neat room, she flopped on the bed and instantly drifted off to sleep.::
Claire: She barely had time to wheel the bike out of the rack and to the curb before the sound of Beyonce blared into her eardrums. She really DIDN'T give a damn about anyone else. What in her right mind made Claire think this girl deserved
Claire: a damn chance? Waking from her moment of fuming, she hopped aboard and pedaled as fast as those toned legs to carry her. She was gonna get herself killed at this rate..or someone else! But of course, it was clear to her that Elle
Claire: just didn't care. She was glad these cars were skidding to a stop, though. Gave her ample time to pedal and keep up without having to wait for traffic..and God, did she need the extra time. This lady was nuts! The limit was..what..
Claire: 30 in town? She was definitely speeding, and not making things easy on the poor girl. Claire was lucky to keep tabs on bumper, and nearly lost her a few times. If it wasn't for pure adrenaline, she would've probably passed out.
Claire: Heaving as the vehicle pulled into the parking lot of ..are you kidding? "What.." She gasped between breaths. The girl..this witch…she'd done all this speeding for a slusho? Eyes rolled as she openly voiced her disgust with an
Claire: exasperated sigh. Well..at least she could catch her breath now, and she did. Just enough time to get her bearings..there goes Elle. She seemed to be driving a bit slower, too. Appeased her stupid slusho hunger, eh? She kept up
Claire: this time, careful to lag if needed. Elle did NOT need to see her trailing..not when she was so close. The tape was on her somewhere, and she wasn't turning back til she had it. Ah..a motel. Good. She was getting closer already.
Claire: All she had to do now was stash the bike, and somehow sneak inside. Where was a skeleton key when you needed one? And a blunt object..
Candice: -[ Changing Images ]- O u t. - D -
Elle: ::Luckily when Elle had arrived she had placed the tape in her duffle bag, which was situated beside the dresser next to the T.V. The blinds were closed shut, blocking all but the tiniest rays of sunlight. Elle was curled up as sh
Elle: -e slept, she wore the expression of innocence but looks were more than deceiving in this case. A small smile formed as she dreamed, about the praise she'd be expecting when she got back to the Hartsdale Facility for a job well don
Elle: -e. Maybe there will even be a promotion involved.::
Claire: Approaching the door, she wanted to be as careful as possible..maybe it would be better to just wait for night fall? It'd draw less attention..unless she went about it the right way. Chaining the bike to a dumpster around the side,
Claire: had been a wise idea..that way she could bolt when she needed and not make it entirely obvious. Hopefully the key would work quickly, though. She wouldn't need to be fast if she was careful, though..Uggh. Why couldn't she have a
Claire: more useful power!? Regeneration wasn't going to help her in this situation. Unless, of course, she shot her. Grimacing at the unpleasant thought, she gingerly pressed her ear against the door. No sounds. No nothing. Squinting at
Claire: the blinds, she noticed the only light was from the sun. What was she doing in there, sleeping? Already? Too bad she didn't snore; that would make it obvious. Sighing, she sat against the wall for a time. 15 minutes. She'd check
Claire: then. If she were sleeping, it'd give her time to go into a deeper state..or something like that. If not..Claire had found a crowbar by the dumpster. She dreaded having to use it, but this was her LIFE on the line. The time passed
Claire: quickly, so with a small gulp, she pulled herself to her feet, gently testing the handle. It was one of those moments where every sound seemed to be amplified by a thousand, and she was certain Elle would wake to her breaking in.
Claire: The small creak nearly made her back out and hit the dirt, but there she was. The beast was sleeping.
Elle: ::Luckily for her Elle wasn't a light sleeper. She turned over on her side, "I'll make you proud Daddy…" she was talking in her sleep at this point. This time she had been dreaming that she had gotten that promotion and a lifeti
Elle: -me supply of slushos. Also a cute boy that she kept on a leash and locked away, as another congradulation present. Too bad this was just a dream though and not reality.::
Claire: And she was lucky that it stayed in the dream, otherwise she might've had a rude awakening with a crowbar to the head…just for the hell of it, of course. Instead, Claire was more than relieved to find she was sleeping..and deeply.
Claire: Stiffening at the sound of her sleepy voice, she felt an uncomfortable pang in her chest. Daddy? Where had she heard that one before? Scrunching her brows, she recalled why she was there, and began carefully eying her surroundings.
Claire: The door was shut behind her..but it was making things hard to see. Those few rays of sunlight weren't very kind to her vision. Still, she groped around what she assumed were tabletops, located the television, and what seemed to be
Claire: a bag. Brightening her mood, she carefully began rummaging around, and it wasn't long before she found the small cassette. Ooh..this was too easy. Running her thumb over the label, she pursed her lips, and moved carefully toward the
Claire: door. Hopefully she couldn't tell that her things had been gone through. Ah, who cares? Long as she destroyed the tape, she was good to go. Slipping out the door, she cast a final look over her shoulder before shutting it tight.
Claire: Funny how calm and childlike people look when they're asleep. Claire knew damn well, though, that as soon as she was awake, the image would shift into something entirely different. Well, maybe not the child thing…she was a
Claire: frickin' brat, that's for sure.
Elle: ::Elle had managed to sleep for the entire night, and woke up bright and early the next morning. She took a shower, drenching herself in near scolding hot water, it was something about the warmth that relaxed her. Cold water only
Elle: reminded her of being attacked, and quite litterally scared her. After about an hour she stepped out of the shower, pink towel wrapped around her frame. She began searching through her duffle bag for something to wear, when she no
Elle: -ticed something odd. "Where the hell is the tape?" She said getting angry, frantically dumping all the clothes out on the floor. "Oh god… I lost it!" This didn't make any sense, how was she able to lose the tape, she could've
Elle: sworn she put in the bag. "No, no, no….Daddy's going to be so disappointed." This was Elle's last day on her assignment, she couldn't afford to come back empty handed. She'd never get that promotion and the lifetime supply of s
Elle: -lushos. It wouldn't hurt her to come back empty handed, but it wouldn't benefit her either. She quickly dried off and got dressed, wearing black cargo pants, and a blue and black striped shirt. Well since she was empty handed, m
Elle: -ine as well go back to school. Later though, she hated that biology class, and she still wanted to give cheerleading a whirl. Not that she was interested, but only to prove that she was able to do it, it'll be a great way to pass
Elle: the time by. So once again, she found herself driving wrecklessly on the road onward to Union Wells High.::
Claire: The following morning seemed like a complete parallel to the previous one. She woke up right on time, had a dazzling experience with her make-up, and even managed a hearty breakfast as provided by her loving mother. ..Everything
Claire: was great…until she realized she forgot to return Zach's bike. Oh, well. He'd catch a ride or something. Leaving it at the house, she hopped in the car and away they went. Entering the first period classroom, she was doubly
Claire: pleased to find Elle had not arrived..and maybe she never would. Zach would arrive a bit later, looking a bit unhappy, but she was feeling nice enough to explain what had happened…in hushed tones, of course, and even in public.
Claire: The class itself even passed quickly, as did the rest of them. Claire had the opportunity to bake a cake alone, which was DELICIOUS, mind you, and got to take the rest of it… All in all, the day was perfect, and the sun was being
Claire: very generous. It would be a good practice! Ahhh, shit. She'd have to explain to Jackie about her absense now..
Elle: ::To say that she was angry was understatement, Elle was furious. The angry expression that she wore on her face caused everyone to back up from her. The might not have known about her power, but they could tell that fucking with
Elle: her was not the best of ideas. With her she carried a black duffel bag containing the necessary equipment necessary for tryouts: pair of shorts, tennis shoes, and a shirt, but it also contained cookies and all other sorts of snack
Elle: -s. One would wonder what exactly she was still doing here, but a part of her wanted to get some of the highschool experience like she saw on television, even if it was just for a little while. Minus the school work and annoying t
Elle: -eachers that is, not that she ever did any school work it was just the principle.::
Claire: As the day went by, she slowly began to dread the end of it since she'd have a very pissed blonde girl chewing her out. She'd just have to tell her the truth: that she was a self-regenerating girl that had to save her reputation
Claire: when an electrical bitch found out. Yeah. That would fly. …Dentist appointment. She'd had a toothache and had to go immediately. Whatever. It was ONE practice; she could live. Heading to the locker room, she paused after stepping
Claire: inside, almost expecting to feel a charge in the air. Alas, it was relaxed and void of anyone else except the chatter of leaving cheerleaders. Speaking of which…time to get changed. Already used to this process, she folded her
Claire: clothes in a locker before tugging on that uniform. Tying her sneakers, she took one last sigh before heading out to the field. "Claire!" Wincing, she looked toward her pony-tailed classmate. Well, that was fast. "Jackie, I'm
Claire: totally sorry for skipping out yesterday..my dad called and told me I had to get home immediately. Emergency babysitting for Lyle." Uh…not exactly..but it worked. The blonde sighed, not sure if she wanted to believe it, but rolled
Claire: her eyes anyway, "Next time tell me. Practice before the tryouts is really important…and now we have to suffer through watching them." "Yeah.." She faked a disheartened look, and followed after as she headed toward the other
Claire: members, as well as those auditioning. Great. Another day of ruining people's self-confidence.
Elle: ::By the time Elle had gotten there, she was already changed into her tryout outfit for the day. A short skimpy pair of blue shorts, and a white tee shirt. Her usual flowing long blonde hair was pulled up into a neat ponytail and
Elle: her bangs were combed off to the side, the better to gaze at her pretty face and electric blue eyes. To Elle it was totally obvious she was hotter than all the girls here, Claire was pretty admittedly, and Jackie…well. Let's not
Elle: even go there, she looked like a mule with a blonde ponytail attached. As the cheerleaders came out, Elle couldn't help but scan the group in search of Claire. When the Invincible Girl was finally spotted, she couldn't help but gi
Elle: -ve an evil sadistic smirk. Yeah…maybe the mission was ruined for the most part, but she could still have her fun making the girl's life miserable.::
Claire: Her eyes swept over the attendees, and found her heart in her throat as her eyes stopped on one inparticular. 'Shit.' So, she'd come back for…what…cheerleader's revenge? There was a pause in her step, but she corrected it easily
Claire: enough as they headed over. Jackie lead them, Claire at her side, and stopped to look around once more. She gave a short, simple introduction, faking the kindness part, and finally finished up with 'let's get this party started!'
Claire: Claire could've laughed. Party? She'd be surprised if we even let anyone in. Gray gaze settled on that smile ahead, attempting to make herself appear as cool-headed as possible. That one. That's who she'd have to watch. She'd p
Claire: probably zap the other girls trying out…actually…why was she even here? Did she think Claire was gonna break herself in public so she could tape it again? She had her dumb teenager moments, but nothing THAT foolish. Twitching
Claire: her face into her own smirk, she glared at Elle as a sort of 'Game on' look, and moved to the stereo to start the music. All they'd have to do was mimic a few…simple cheers.
Elle: ::Elle noticed the little falter in Pom-Pom's step and couldn't help but laugh. The fake trying-to-hard valley girl banter that Jackie spoke was mostly ignored, her trained ears only listening for information that actually proved u
Elle: -seful. Then she had to go speak of some party. Why was it that the head cheerleader was the lamest of them all? Elle had to scrunch up her face at that, but when she finally became cognizant of the glare that she was receiving f
Elle: -rom Claire she giggled to herself. 'Trying to come off as having some bite, Pom-Pom? Your sucky intimidation won't work on me,' she thought. After the brief little speech, they finally began the tryout process. Her training fro
Elle: -m the Company made it easy enough she had the endurance and coordination aspects down pact, all she needed to do now was incorporate the moves to go along with them. Simple. Could it seriously be this easy? Cheerleaders act like
Elle: what they're doing was actually hard. The Wilcats certainly weren't the Toros but they were alright.::
Claire: When it all came down to it, she was…disgusted. Elle was good. Very good. What, did she take gymnastics in her spare time? Her angles weren't perfect, but of all the girls attempting, she was easily the most coordinated. Claire
Claire: almost hated admitting it, and didn't do so out loud. Jackie herself seemed to find her attention drifting back to the blonde with the 'perky attitude'. ( Claire would've gagged had she heard that outloud. ) As it came to a close,
Claire: it was Claire's turn to direct. "Alright, bring it in." Many faces were tired, but some still eager. Time to start weeding. Clapping her hands together, she smiled, putting on her best show face. "As it said on the paper, there's
Claire: two parts..and we'll have the second one after a short break. 10 minutes, then report back, okay?" Most of the girls dispersed, allowing her to step in and make her confrontation. When she confident that no one would hear her…
Claire: well, anyway, she hissed through gritted teeth, "…What do you think you're doing here!?"
Elle: ::Well that was actually quite easy, still full of energy Elle began to walk off laughing at the other girls cries, and groans of frustration. Was it really that serious? Sure they might not make the squad but really… Claire ho
Elle: -wever decided to step in front of her make herself known. She already saw her, what could she possibly want. "What does it look like I'm doing. I'm trying out for the squad." She sarcastically responded. "Gee Claire I guess ch
Elle: -eerleaders really are dumb, us blondes are already thought of as being stupid why don't you and your friend Jackie the Donkey stop making it worse on the rest of us." Satisfied with her answer, she sent her a quick jolt and walk
Elle: -ed away. Elle knew deep down that the cheerleader was probably going to follow her and talk her head off about how she's a freak. How she doesn't want abilities. Tough shit.::
Claire: Ignoring the other potential members's obvious distress, she bored her eyes straight into the ones of clear blue. "You have no right to be here." She snapped, growing quiet as one of the girl on the squad looked her way with
Claire: curiousity. Glancing away for a second, her attention went back to Elle. The remark about Jackie might've been amusing had they been joking around, but it wasn't much of a distraction at this point. The spark had been unexpected,
Claire: causing her to slip with a muffled yelp and a flinch. Dammit, that smarts! Follow her, she would, but this wasn't about being a freak right now. "Elle, I'm willing to let you leave without any problems. Don't think this is going to
Claire: be just a game. Even if you do have high chances of getting accepted, I'm not letting this go." Claire was a girl who liked to hold grudges. Sometimes, she lets things slip when she's blinded by her own anger. Unfortunately, she
Claire: realized her mistake a little too late.
Elle: "Let me leave? Please I can run right over you, you're not letting me do anything, I do what I want!" Elle started walking up the cheerleader, it was obvious that she wanted a fight; that could all be arranged. Like Claire, Elle
Elle: was prone to holding grudges as well. True Claire didn't exactly do anything to her, but threatening her? Where the fuck did she get off doing a thing like that? "So is this the part where you ask me to bring it? Because I'm mor
Elle: -e than happy to oblige." All that was left to do now, is to wait for Pom-Pom to make her move, she didn't have it in her. Elle knew it.::
Claire: The Claire of the future may have planted a fist in her hair and dragged her off the field, but the one of today wasn't up to having a violent argument right in the middle of everyone. Taking a step closer so she could mutter under
Claire: her breath, her lip curled slightly as he replied, "…Yeah, I guess this is. So, let's see how good you really are." Either Elle had missed the part about Claire hinting that she had good odds, or she already believed she did…
Claire: either way, Claire wasn't going to roll over like a submissive dog. "You're up, Sparkplug." Hey, she could play the nickname game, too. "Alright! Let's go, part two!" Calling the girls back to their spot, she moved to the front of
Claire: the small gathering. "We'll start small…with a back handspring." She'd never seen so many girls look so disheartened at once.
Elle: ::Elle was always confident in her abilites, and usually when you held a positive outlook on things, positive things came to you. Usually. She wanted to see how good she was, "Alright let's see." Going back to her position, Elle
Elle: moved a stray lock of hair out of her face. Back handsprings. Simple enough, it was done easily. Looking back at Claire she gave her a look as if to say, "Is that it?" Her main goal today was to get underneath Claire's skin as m
Elle: -uch as possible, and so far she had pretty good results. A light breeze swept through dancing along her skin, it was very much needed as it was kind of hot out. She faired better than most girls, but a drink of water or AC would
Elle: be nice. Try outs were going good so far though, at least now she knew she had it in her. If only she was 8 years younger…::
Claire: What a good job she was doing, too. Claire was positively seething. Few other girls could actually complete one, let alone be competent at it. Jackie approached behind her, grinning, "I think that's all we need to see. We'll let you
Claire: know the results tomorrow." Immediately, Claire turned, looking at her in confusion, "What are you talking about? There are still a few moves left." "What's to see? It's obvious who knows what they're doing. It'd be a waste of
Claire: time. I wanna get out of there." …Damn her. She never would've admitted it, but she knew she spoke the truth. Shocks-a-lot girl might've had a nasty bite, but she could back herself up. It was really…unfair. "…Fine." She
Claire: relented, folding her arms and watching as they all left, a lot of them worn out. The auditions hadn't been THAT rigorous..they were just weak. Or she was just bitter. She wanted to punch something. Someone.
Elle: ::Well that was a job well done. Now that Elle had showed Claire what she brought it was time for her to make her exit. Grabbing her duffel bag off of the bleachers she reached inside to get some chocolate chip cookies. She might
Elle: have technically failed the mission but she accomplished her own personal one and that was just as good. That didn't mean she wasn't still upset at the turn out though, she just didn't understand what could've possibly happened to
Elle: the tape. She had it right there! There was no way in hell she dreamt the whole thing. Sure she had her share of fuzzy memories and lack thereof, but there was no way.::
Claire: As the girls filed off the field, Jackie with her usual snickering about how terrible a few of them looked, Claire followed…for a bit, anyway. Noting that one of the girls, and quite possibly new cheerleader had headed in another
Claire: direction, she opted not to change yet, heading her way instead. She paused at the foot of the bleachers, actually smiling. It was fake, but still bright as ever. "Congrats..didn't think you could pull something like that off. Now,
Claire: you can fulfill your little fantasy of prancing in a red skirt." Seemingly finished, she turned to leave, but not before adding, "You make a better cheerleader than a spy, anyway. Your camera work is amateur at best." She'd watched
Claire: the film, of course she did. Then, she'd set it on fire.
Elle: "Well…there's a lot of things you don't know about me." Elle was a bit annoyed now, would she just give up already. Now she was desperately seeking attention. "If you honestly think I want to be on your squad of bimbos you've g
Elle: -ot another thing coming. Was just passing time is all." Taking a bite of her cookie, she'd smile in her face as she chewed it. When the tape was mentioned she spit out whatever was in her mouth in Claire's face. "YOU HAD THE TA
Elle: PE!" This wasn't good, not good at all. While Pom-Pom was changing in the locker room with the girls Elle would just have to swing by her house instead.::
Claire: Well…that was…gross. Clearly annoyed with her action, she noticed Elle's bag nearby, and cloth peeking out the top. Snacking for it, she wiped whatever had been spat on her face, and threw it back at her, with a head tilt. "You
Claire: guessed it. What a smart girl." NOW she was finished. With a clean turn, white sneakers carried her toward the locker rooms. Changing? Nah. She always seemed to end up wearing the stupid outfit home, anyway This time she wouldn't
Claire: be heading to the old gravel mill, though. Today…her mother was taking the family dog, and her pride-and-joy, to the vet. She'd been instructed to walk. That she could do. Elle…wasn't joining. She just wanted to get attention
Claire: for her apparent skills. If anyone was an attention whore, Claire would eagerly point in her direction. With a heavy sigh, she adjusted her bag and headed down the street towards her block.
Elle: ::While Claire was on her little "voyage a pied" Elle would be blazing down the streets of Odessa, eargerly trying to get to the Cheerleader's house. No one stole from Elle Bishop and expected to get away with it. Her life was goi
Elle: -ng to be ruined extra hard now. She just may even tell everyone in the school exactly what it was she could do. Sure she'd be the talk of the town then. It would be about five minutes before she actually made it there. Getting
Elle: out of the car in the burst of energy she'd run over to the door and blast it down, knocking it clean off it's hinges. Running up the stairs she began knocking over dressers, pulling out drawers throwing clothes around on the floor
Elle: . All sorts of vases and pictures were smashed in the process, mattresses were flipped over and sheets thrown about. She was going to find this tape, even if she had to search every square inch of the house. If it involved rippin
Elle: -g off the floorboards or this case blasting then so be it.::
Claire: Normally, she would've come home to a house that was either empty or full, and it was the former this time, or should have been. Approaching the front door, she noticed something strange.The door …was in the foyer and halfway to
Claire: the dining room. "..What the hell?" She managed, stepping inside, "Lyle, what did you do!?" She cried, clearly believing her brother had done another stupid stunt..Wait a minute. She blinked, then peered back outside. Staring at
Claire: a familiar car parked WAY too close for comfort, she turned back inside, looking upstairs as she began to hear noises. Lots of mess-creating noises. If that girl was in her house, and she knew she was, she'd KILL her. Glancing
Claire: around, she noticed her brother's bat resting near the doorway, and grabbed it before heading up. Approaching the top floor, the noises increased, and so did her fury. Her room, of course, looked like it'd been hit by an explosion,
Claire: "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't beat your face in!" Her voice carried across the chaos she was creating, Claire's stance now offensive as she stood just inside the door way, bat raised enough to take a swing.
Elle: ::Turning around quickly, Elle conjured up two balls of electricity in her hand, the hum and static created frightening. "Where the fuck is the tape!?" The first jolt she threw at her wasn't aimed at her, it however was aimed at t
Elle: -he bat snapping the blunt instrument in half. "Now I'm not gonna ask you again!" Cheer-bitch wanted to play the role of badass, she'll show her a badass. Elle was getting so mad that the lights in the house began to flicker and
Elle: the television started to spark. Her control of her powers was starting to slip and she knew that she needed to reel herself in before she caused an electrical fire and sent the whole house in flames. Claire would've been in pain
Elle: but would've survived, Elle not so much. Calming down just a tad she'd draw in air and breathe out in a loud huff. "Tell me where it is now!" Claire better hand it over or there will be hell to pay.::
Claire: So much for the bat. Lyle would be a little pissed..unless she disposed of it and he never found out. She was slightly tense, especially when the lights and electricity in the house began to reacting to the angry powerhouse, but she
Claire: was also naive. Being an indestructible girl had lead her to think she could fight anything, including mouthy blonde girls who just happened to be able to short-circuit New York. The tape was destroyed, she already knew that, but
Claire: she wanted to see her mad…this tape must've been really important. After Elle had made a point of rubbing her face in her victorious try out, Claire wanted her turn back. She'd had a good day…and it was going to end that way.
Claire: "People don't usually get things when they whine like that. I don't see why I should tell you anything."
Elle: "Then I'll make you tell me!" Rushing to Claire she'd go on the offensive she was going to break every fucking bone in her body until the canary decided to sing. She had anticipated her using what was left of the bat as a weapon,
Elle: so if she did she'd be ready to counter it. "Tell me where it is!" She pulled her down to the ground by her hair, and punched her across the face. The time for games was over. Unless she count her mini-missions this was her firs
Elle: -t assignment and she couldn't let this end in failure. Not only would she be letting her dad down but herself as well.::
Claire: The dragging to the ground had caught her off guard, but the punch afterward, not so much. Still, she accepted both blows in order to show off what she could do. Her cheek had split in reaction to the attack, and she'd left her face
Claire: aimed away so Elle would have a clear view of her skin knitting itself back together until she was just as before. It'd hurt,but she was more satisfied to show the results. " Where's your camera, Elle? Maybe you can try again." She
Claire: taunted from the floor, grinning as she did so, then retaliating with a kick aimed at her shin as she moved to get back up.
Elle: ::Clutching her leg in pain, she'd emit a growl. That was it. Lucky for her, Ms. Perfect herself was in front of the window. So as she got up and began all that mouthing off, it was no surprise that the quick bolt to the chest th
Elle: -at she sent her had her pushed out the window. It was at the time that her cell phone rung. "What!" It was her father. "I'm kind of busy now! …But you can't take me off the case! I'm close Daddy I know it!" She made her way
Elle: down the stairs phone still pressed to her ear. Walking out the front door or rather passing through the door sill she spotted Bennet on his way. "Daddy, I'll call you back!" Shit wasn't this just perfect. Glasses coming to ruin
Elle: the fun as always. She quickly ran in her car closing the door behind her, without putting the key in the ignition she just gave it a quick jolt to start the battery causing it to cut on before she zoomed off down the street. He s
Elle: -till was a ways down the street maybe he didn't see her. It had to be him though, she recognized that Company car from anywhere.::
Claire: To sum it up…ow. Claire did not feel pain as normal people, however, she still felt it. A giant charge to her chest to send her out the window (Open, fortunately
Claire: ) ending up with her cracking her head on the ground below. To be honest, the fall wasn't that bad at all. She'd landed on the grass, and didn't even break any bones. A normal person could've survived easily..which was convenient,
Claire: because Noah turned the corner just as that car sped away. Immediately, he knew something was up…and Claire had no clue that her father had come home. Dazed from the fall, the next thing she knew, her father was shouting her name
Claire: from the window above. Groaning she sat up just as he came bursting out the back door. "Claire! What happened!?" Shaking her head, she started mumbling the first thing that came to mind. "Guys…two guys broke in ..I think they were
Claire: stealing stuff…I tried to get them out…I think I fell." She looked up at her window, knowing exactly what happened..but her father couldn't know. He couldn't handle something like that. Too simple-minded. "They got away…sorry,
Claire: Da—" She as cut off by a big strong embrace as she was pulled into his arms, "Claire-bear, that's okay..just as long as you're safe." She weakly nodded, slowly wrapping her own arms around him, snuggling into his arm closer. While
Claire: they shared different stories, they also shared different expressions: One of worry, and one of regret.

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Nathan Petrelli, Tracy Strauss
Manhattan, New York

Nathan Petrelli 
"There's someone here to see you, Congressman. Something about a seat on the Senate." Nathan waved off the secretary, unwilling to have any meetings at the moment. It would have been enough…if she hadn't been working under him since he first got into Politics. She knew he was in a, for lack of a better word, slump after his wife's death. But he needed to focus, to get back on the ball. So far, he'd been getting by..but he needed to do more than that. He needed to be more than that. The older Petrelli brother turned so that he was facing away from the door, limb resting on the arm of the chair as he propped up his head with two fingers. A seat on the Senate…that had always been his dream. Or his father's dream for him, now. But it was his job to carry it on…for the both of them. And Heidi, as well.

Tracy Strauss
Knock! Knock! Knock! Tracy didn't need confirmation; she invited herself in. Dressed to kill in that glorious looking black dress of hers, thick straps that wrapped over her shoulders, a white collar on the dress, hugging the curves of her fantastic body until the dress ended so suddenly at her knees. Tracy held onto a small white purse, heaved over her right shoulders, supported by that right hand. Black heeled shoes at her feet, clacking their way into the office as Tracy moved inwardly into Nathan Petrelli's office. Lightly glossed tiers pursed at the sight of him, facing opposite of the doorway. Her left hand rose a bit, fingers trailing the pearls of that necklace about her throat. My, had she a history with those pearls. They were, after all, her lucky pearls, and horrible things so rarely happened to her when she wore any kind of pearl jewelry. Well, let's face it, horrible things never happened to her. She was Tracy Strauss; one of the smartest, most cunning women in the political system. Almost everyone knew her name, and if they didn't, they needed to. She was going places, and as the political advisor to Governor Malden, she was most certainly moving fast. Blonde locks were tied back into a strong ponytail, suspended at the top of her head and flailing its way downward. Blues were warm as she grinned at Nathan. "Sorry, I hope I'm not intruding, Mr. Petrelli. I know a lawyer of your status must need alone time every so often, but I hardly think this is an opportunity you'd want to pass up." Her voice was confident, so domineering. And yet, even still, warm and friendly. Maybe she was putting on an act. Or maybe…maybe she was being sincere.

Nathan
A woman, of course it was a woman. He could identify that much by the tell-tale clacking of her heels. No doubt she was going to be more impressive than the others that had been stopping by, lately. And he meant that in terms of influence and ability, not sexual appeal. Nathan had been in the business far too long, he could read a person from a mile away just from their footsteps. And this woman? Carried herself with a strength and confidence he usual found lacking in people of this given profession. A brief sigh escaped his lips as he surveyed the view of the city from his chair, fingers lightly touching at the knot of his tie. The weary, beaten expression he'd been wearing would be replaced by that of the calm, successful politician that he was, Nathan's fingers seen motioning for the secretary to leave. The woman just have a small grin as she passed, knowing that this 'Tracey' might just be what Nathan needed. "I don't think you mind intruding too much, Miss Strauss." Oh yes, he'd already been informed. And from the stories that he'd heard, she was one impressive lady. "Seeing as you chose to come in rather than waiting for a summon." He spun to face her now, unfaltering even as he took a few seconds to take in how beautiful she was. It kind of hurt, honestly. He hadn't been attracted to a woman since his wife died. "Hm. Now, what is this opportunity you speak of. And why is it any better than any other offer people have approached me with?"

Tracy
She gave her head a soft toss, staring forward at Nathan with those blue eyes. He spoke to her, already knowing who she was, and that much was a little bit of a damper on the plan she had had in mind. She wanted to be a fresh face, the face of change, and if he already knew good and well who she was, well…she'd have to hope he would look past her already stellar reputation and look at the opportunity instead. He turned around to face her at last. My. What a handsome man. She cleared her throat as quietly as she could manage as she took in his appearance, the stern jawline, those piercing eyes. Professionalism. Always. Finally, after he had finished speaking, she did the same. "The offer is only as good as the person offering it, Mr. Petrelli. Now, I assume you know who I am, and who I work for. I'm a political advisor to Robert Malden, and Governor Malden of the state of Virginia is under the impression you'd make the perfect candidate for Senator of New York, and I have to say I agree with him." Tracy's enthusiasm couldn't be rivaled, for when she spoke, she spoke with such a light and power that one could hardly deny her a listening ear. "I've been informed of the what has happened to you in these past couple of weeks, with your wife passing on. I must say, my deepest condolences. Heidi was a fine woman with a good head on her shoulders. We were friends back in college, once. You are in my prayers, Mr. Petrelli." She gave her head a small shake. "But her passing puts you in the sympathies of the general public. They want to see you get better. They want to see you succeed. And what better way to do that then to forget your previous campaign to run for U.S. House of Representatives, and instead aim higher. A seat in the Senate. One of the most prestigious honors a man can take." A contagious smile. "Who better than Nathan Petrelli?"

Nathan
Of course he wasn't going to meet with someone he knew next to nothing about. That was basically inviting an assassination attempt. He would give her a chance, however. She definitely had a reputation that allowed it. "Then I'm assuming the offer must be something extraordinary, then." He'd liked to say that this was just a little professional flirtation…but then he'd be lying. Honestly, he felt a little guilty for having less than wholesome thoughts about this young woman, but..he just couldn't help it. "Governor Malden? Hm. And what would the catch be? Me being some sort of political figurehead for whatever policies he wanted put into effect? Some sort of puppet that you can just manipulate to your own ends?" Granted, he didn't totally believe this to be true. But he had to test her, see if she was as good as they said. The topic took an awkward turn, however, as they focused on Heidi…which only increased his guilt. Old friends in college? He'd never known that…but then again, there were probably a lot of things he hadn't known about her. He hadn't exactly been the most attentive husband. Clearing his throat, he intertwined his fingers together, letting them rest on the desk as he leant forward. "I'm sure there are plenty of men just as qualified as I, if not better. But..I will admit, I am intriuged. I never exactly gave it much thought…" Hmm…the Senator of New York…"

Tracy
"I'm sure you're aware, Mr. Petrelli — mind if I call you Nathan? — that a seat in the Senate would be most beneficial. As senator from New York, Governor Malden would have no influence in what you do. All he would ask is that for scratching your back, you scratch his." Tracy crossed her arms over her chest, now, blues still gazing forward at him with curiousity. He seemed to be swaying a bit to the words she was saying, but he wasn't won over yet. She took this silence that had become them momentarily to cross her way toward the desk, away from the closed door, until she stood across from him. Her voice fell fainter, then, above a whisper, but not at full volume. "I'm sure there are men who would kill to be in your position, Nathan. Men who would do what they could to get the open seat in the Senate. Men who would do anything for that power. Anything. But it's my job to know what the public wants, what they need, and how to work it in the favor of all of us politicians. D.C., New York, it doesn't matter. I know your current circumstances will give you the competitive edge of any of the other candidates." She stood tall, staring at him with a confident smirk. "You have to ask yourself, Mr. Petrelli." Her voice at full volume now. "Do you want a life of meaning?"

Nathan
"Yes, I am well aware." It would be his ultimate goal, actual. A damn farther shot higher than what his original intentions had been. He could even, though he disliked thinking about it, run for Presidential Candidate. "…Scratch his back, hm? As long as that doesn't entail anything less than on the up-and-up, I suppose it wouldn't be too bad of an idea. And Nathan is fine….if I can call you Tracy." He stood up from the chair now, arms folding over his chest as he took all of this into heavy consideration. "…You're right about that. And power in the wrong hands is wasted…" He was talking to himself more than the young lady, now. He knew the types that she was speaking of quite well, actually. Like Linderman, for example. Cruel men that would stop at nothing to obtain status and power. That would crush anybody that dared to get in their way. But here…Nathan had a chance to change all of that. He had a chance to make a difference in the world. "…A life of meaning? To be honest, Ms St- Tracy…that's what I'm looking for, right now." His hard eyes were staring at her intently, the woman unknowingly..or maybe not, imbuing him with some sort of strength and resolve. Her words rang in his ears, even after her voice faded.

Tracy
She gave a small grin as he confirmed that they could speak to one another on a first name basis. That, in itself, had been a stepping stone toward a partnership. The beginnings of Nathan's journey toward election day, where she was nothing less than 100% certain he had the public sympathy, and the public support, in his back pocket. Tracy, satisfied by him referring to her by her first name rather than her surname, let that small grin become wider now. A life of meaning was what he was looking for? A life of meaning would be what he would get. She slid her left hand into that bag over her shoulders, pulling out a lone white business card. She would slide it across his desk, maintaining eye contact all the while. "There's my card. On it, you'll find Governor Malden's office number, as well as my cell. I expect to hear from you shortly, Senator Petrelli." No, he wasn't a senator yet. But she wanted him to have a taste of how powerful he would feel once he began hearing that title attached to his name. Tracy turned on her heels and began making her way toward the door. "Ta-ta, Nathan." With one glance over her shoulder at him, that ponytail dangling helplessly behind her head, she stepped out of the doorway, and disappeared from his office.