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taxonomites2009-04-16 07:00 pm
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001: [HOLO] Cheerleader wants to go home.
It's just another day in the life of Claire Bennet.
Only a moment ago, she had been sitting at a table in a diner, in the company of her biological family and her very tired father. They'd just watched a press conference on MSNBC given by a person who looked like Nathan, but was really Sylar with a new ability. And the last thing she remembered was Nathan looking more pissed off than he had when she'd called him Senator Skyboy.
She's not with them anymore, so she looks around. She looks for Hiro, because it's possible that he got his ability back and pulled her out of there. Why would he do that? Claire has nothing but questions; questions that will be of no use to her here, when she has no one to answer them.
She feels something nudge at her feet, and gives a relieved sigh when she notices that Mr. Muggles is with her. When she kneels down to greet him, she notices the bracelet on her hand. She didn't put it there, and she's not sure whether to leave it on or try to take it off.
"Hey," she tells Mr. Muggles quietly, lifting the anxious dog into her arms. "It's okay." They've survived weirder things than this. Her head hasn't been cut open and she's not twitching on the coffee table. She can fight if she has to, if anyone tries to hurt them. It looks like they're in Tomorrowland, and it wouldn't surprise her if Rosie from The Jetsons was the person who came onto the platform to greet her.
Why couldn't it be Hiro with his powers?
"Hello?" Claire calls out, raising her voice to try to get the attention of something or someone that might be able to help her find her way out of this. "Is anyone here?" If her dad was with her, he'd be telling her not to give anyone the advantage of finding her before she can find them.
Not that her dad would believe this. She feels a little like Alice in Wonderland, and wishes she could blame it on the book. But throwing the blame on a magical book?
It's not a magical book, but it might be a magical Blackberry. Claire picks up the tablet on the pedestal next to her and touches on the buttons until a map glows out at her. Taxon. She doesn't know what Taxon is, or who's around. Maybe the rest of her family already came through here. "It looks like there are other people around."
Mr. Muggles whimpers a little at the tablet as Claire makes her way down to the door, pulls it open, and starts out. For where, for what, and for who...she hasn't exactly figured any of that out yet.
She needs some time to think.
Only a moment ago, she had been sitting at a table in a diner, in the company of her biological family and her very tired father. They'd just watched a press conference on MSNBC given by a person who looked like Nathan, but was really Sylar with a new ability. And the last thing she remembered was Nathan looking more pissed off than he had when she'd called him Senator Skyboy.
She's not with them anymore, so she looks around. She looks for Hiro, because it's possible that he got his ability back and pulled her out of there. Why would he do that? Claire has nothing but questions; questions that will be of no use to her here, when she has no one to answer them.
She feels something nudge at her feet, and gives a relieved sigh when she notices that Mr. Muggles is with her. When she kneels down to greet him, she notices the bracelet on her hand. She didn't put it there, and she's not sure whether to leave it on or try to take it off.
"Hey," she tells Mr. Muggles quietly, lifting the anxious dog into her arms. "It's okay." They've survived weirder things than this. Her head hasn't been cut open and she's not twitching on the coffee table. She can fight if she has to, if anyone tries to hurt them. It looks like they're in Tomorrowland, and it wouldn't surprise her if Rosie from The Jetsons was the person who came onto the platform to greet her.
Why couldn't it be Hiro with his powers?
"Hello?" Claire calls out, raising her voice to try to get the attention of something or someone that might be able to help her find her way out of this. "Is anyone here?" If her dad was with her, he'd be telling her not to give anyone the advantage of finding her before she can find them.
Not that her dad would believe this. She feels a little like Alice in Wonderland, and wishes she could blame it on the book. But throwing the blame on a magical book?
It's not a magical book, but it might be a magical Blackberry. Claire picks up the tablet on the pedestal next to her and touches on the buttons until a map glows out at her. Taxon. She doesn't know what Taxon is, or who's around. Maybe the rest of her family already came through here. "It looks like there are other people around."
Mr. Muggles whimpers a little at the tablet as Claire makes her way down to the door, pulls it open, and starts out. For where, for what, and for who...she hasn't exactly figured any of that out yet.
She needs some time to think.
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She knelt down and let Mr. Muggles sniff around, reaching over and scratching gently behind his ears."I thought maybe it could be an illusion, but that's not the ability, right? Shapeshifter. Person to person, not places or anything like this."
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"I'd have to have like, a hundred other me's working together to pull something like this off just by illusion," he said. "And I didn't hear anyone else's thoughts until you, like there's no one else in the building - or at least for a few floors."
In fact, it had worried him at first, that he'd somehow lost his ability again.
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"I guess I can play with this thing," she said, raising her wrist to show him that she had a bracelet, noticing that he had one too. "I didn't want to try until I knew more. It's like it's a part of me." A very annoying part that she had never agreed to.
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"Well, if anyone can, it would be you," he admitted, though he didn't envy the fact that it was probably going to hurt. A lot. While he was poking at the silver band, his tablet brushed against it and attached, almost like a watch.
"Whoa, okay. That's...creepy."
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"It's like, a magnetic pull, right?" Meaning it wasn't actually stuck there for good, just for now. She didn't want hers to attach, she thought it might make it harder to get the bracelet off.