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Post by Clarice Caroll on Mar 4, 2014 13:49:17 GMT -6
CLARICE, ALEXIA, CAROLL
THIRTY TWO//FEMALE//PANSEXUAL//UMBRL PHYSIOLOGY//BIOLOGY TEACHER|ENERGY TRAINER//KAT DENNINGS
POWER INFO:
GENERAL POWER DESCRIPTION
The term 'umbral' often correlates to that of 'umbra', which is the latin root for shadow. Taking this into consideration, it can be easily assumed that when one talks about having an 'umbral physiology', the mean that their biological make up is that reminiscing a shadows. For the most part this is true Where and Umbral Physiology is involved, there are two different ways it can occur. One is with what is called a 'Nigh Formed Shadow Being'. Simply put, it's an incomplete shadow form where, for the most part, the person is simply able to be covered in shadows, which can help with a form of elemental invisibility, but they are still mostly a physical being that can be touched and hit. When they are a Nigh Formed, they have the energy flowing through their being fortifying their cells. This, for the most part, makes their changes internal, though they can expel some small form of energy to attack. The other kind is a 'Fully Formed Shadow Being'. These are the ones that can become completely apart of the shadows in either as either a real, two dimensional shadow or as something of a three dimensional silhouette of themselves. This type of being is thought to be completely made up of energy and, because of this, energy based attacks, depending on how the mutation developed, can be possible.
POWER MANIFESTATION IN CLARICE
In Clarice's case, she is what is called a 'Fully Formed Shadow Being'. After over a decade of working on this power, she still doesn't have it completely down and there are still things about it that seem to be developing, but as of this moment, she is able to shift from one form to another with almost ease. The darker an area is or the more shadows that that area is consumed by, the easier it is for her to go from her physical form into her shadow one. While she tends to stick with being a two dimensional shadow as a way to travel about without running into traffic, she likes doing things such as combat situations in her three dimensional shadow form, a form that, aside from the condensed shadowy whisps that come off of her body, is mostly shaped like her physical form. While in her shadow form, she is intangible, meaning that she can pass through people and walls with ease. However, this means that she cannot touch people sometimes. In a fight, though, when trying to do so in her shadow form, she must use excessive amounts of concentration to make her condensed shadow form tangible, which leaves her vulnerable to any number of attacks. She is also, when concentrating, able to use the dark energy that is stored in her cells as a means to attack people. It is used in something of a small burst of dark energy that can only be done in, again, her shadow form. As a two dimensional shadow, she is able to move about at high speeds and easily able to suppress any pain she may be feeling. However, when in pain before going into her shadow form, she might not be able to hold that form for too long. One other thing she is able to do in her shadow form is manipulate the size and shape of her body, being able to really be anything she needs to be. It's almost as if she is using her own body to make hard or soft shadow constructs. However, in doing so, she can actually hurt herself depending on just how she is shaping and changing her body. This is usually the only time in which pain truly seems to be an issue for her in this form and she honestly does her best not to change her shadow and being too much. It can be quite a nuisance.
POWER LIMITATIONS
√ Being an entity pretty much made up of dark energy, Clarice is extremely photosensitive. It not only hurts her eyes but also has a slight burning effect on her skin. Because of this, she is often seen wearing sunglasses or a wide brimmed hat or even carrying around a parasol of sorts to keep the light out of her eyes and off her form.
√ When in her Shadow Form, even if she is intangible, she is still highly susceptible to any form of energy or elemental attack, especially if the kind of energy being used to do the attack is light based.
√ While sometimes it is in the most well lit places that the best shadows form, when there is too much light beating down on her, it can become quite difficult to shift into her shadow form.
√ She still isn't in complete control of her power, despite living with it for more than fifteen years and when she is under ample amount of stress, she can be forced into shifting into a two dimensional shadow without much warning or meaning to. When in these high stress level situations, it can become immensely hard to actually control her body, especially when forced into her shadow form.
√ Clarice can communicate through vocal speech in her shadow form. However, in doing so, it takes up a lot of energy and concentration, often needing her to become tangible to do so. She cannot, however speak when she is intangible. So her choices tend to be speak and be vulnerable, or don't say a word and still not be able to be hit. Usually, though, being the kind of woman she is, she goes for the former rather than the latter.
√ She can become stuck in her shadow form not only when she in a high stress situation but also when she doesn't have her shadow body put back together correctly. Usually, that doesn't seem to be a problem, but were she to forget what she's supposed to look like, she could be stuck for a very long time.
√ Due to the way her mutation is, she cannot manipulate shadows unless she is touching the shadow while in her shadow form. She also cannot bring others into her shadows, whether she touches them or not.
Can you state your name for the record, please?
Yeah, sure. Name's Clarice Alexia Caroll, Claire for short. Sometimes, though, I like fucking with people and telling them my last name is Lector. People flip shit when they catch the reference.
Clarice Lector? Why say Lector?
What, do you live under a rock? It's Hannibal's last name! And you know, Clarice Starling? Or some shit like that. She was the chick he was really interested in? Awww, you look scared now. It's okay, I won't bite... Too hard. *snickers*
*the clearing of a throat can be heard* Let's just continue on this interview, shall we?
Sure, go right ahead. I'm not going to stop you.
Alright then. If I might ask, how old are you?
Now that's rude. You shouldn't ask a woman her age.
I didn't mean it to be offensive, I just need to have this information written down.
Twenty seven, but if any of those bratty kids asks, I'm twenty one plus, got that?
And you said you were a teacher at Bellefonte?
That's what they tell me. Been teachin' Biology here for, what's it been now... five years? Started right after I got out of college, which was extremely boring, by the way. I mean, I wanted to have fun, not learn more shit. It was exhausting there. But I managed. And you can too, sir. Stay in school, don't do drugs without me, all that jazz.
Ma'am, I've been out of school for a while.
Oh, I'm a ma'am now. How very professional of you. But seriously, it's just Claire. None of that Ma'am or Misses bull. I'm not some old broad, you know. Next question!
... Alright. Seeing in which you work for Bellefont, that must mean you have some sort of gift, right?
Well duh. After all, I did 'graduate' from there.
And what is this gift of yours?
It's got a couple different names for it. Easiest one to call it, though, as well as what makes me sound like a freakin' genius, is calling it 'Umbral Physiology'.
Umbral Physiology?
Hells yeah! It's freakin' awesome, actually. I'd show you but... you know, for a teacher who's been working on this for nearly fifteen years, it's still not always the easiest to control.
Well, why don't you tell me a little bit about it.
Oh, it's a mouthful, but sure. Umbral Physiology, or Shadow Mimicry, totally another name for it, can effect people in usually two different ways. There are the ones who simply bend shadows around their form but are still, for the most part, a real being. And then there are the ones like me. I like to think of it as my becoming something of an energy based life-form. I can completely become part of the shadows. It's a lot of complicated stuff that you can just look up yourself but it comes with a lot of perks. When I'm in my Shade form, I can become intangible and pass right through people without it hurting. Though, if I do that, I can't physically move things without putting a lot of thought into making my shadow self tangible. And if I'm focusing to keep myself tangible to move something or touch someone, then obviously I can be hit too.
If you're elementally darkness, what does light do to you?
Fucking hurts like hell. I'm extremely photosensitve so I have to wear sunglasses a lot to keep light from burning my eyes, even use parasols to keep too much strong light from hitting me. It sucks to admit but it can weaken the hell out of me.
Understandably so.
Maybe next time you're in town I can show you.
Uh... W-well, maybe. Now, tell me, what kind of things do you like to do?
Well, you for starters.
... Ummm... uhhhhh........
*snorts* Ah, I'm just fucking with you. You should see your face. It's great. No, I like the night time the most. Because I'm shadow based, I actually have a small advantage in the dark. My eyes are super sensitive to any small amounts of light so I can see pretty well. I like a lot of things: parties, tits, guys, the usual. Oh, and though sometimes the light that emitted from televisions and, more specific, games and movies, I loooooove playing video games. Give me a playstation and the newest Call of Duty game and I am set. I was never the most popular girl during my schooling days, but I'll tell you a secret. I loved Cheerleading. I was always great at it but I never made the squad. So now I'm coaching the little brats that do make it. Gives me something to do. And, if there is anything I love the most, it's pranks. I don't care how old I am, nothing's better than seeing the face of a person who was just punked.
And stuff you don't like?
Kids. Kids are always cruel, no matter where they are from. Little punks irritate the hell out of me. But I tolerate them in order to teach my class and help out where I can. Not too fond of most chicks, either. Love their tits, yeah, but let me give you a bit of advice. Bitches be crazy. You ever tried to talk to a woman? Drama, drama, drama. And let's not get started on those stupid cunts with a stick shoved so far up their ass, you'd think you could see the other end of it somewhere in their eyes. My god, they are fucking annoying! I like people because they're fun but I don't care for too many people's personalities. Too many two-faced bitches out there, pretended to be one way and actually being another. Oh, but, to be honest, I can live with all of those. You know what I can't live with though?
And what's that Mi- errrr... Claire?
Mutant Haters. You have no idea how hard it is for us sometimes and then all those people out there that hate their kids simply because they're different? It's not really all that fair. And It royally pisses me off.
Maybe we should change the topic.
Be my guest.
What are the first three adjectives that come to your head when I ask you to describe yourself?
Sexy, Voluptuous, Badass~
I meant your personality.
Then you should have said that, pffft. Hmmm... Lemme think. Well, people say I'm a bit on the snarky, sarcastic side. Er... Sassy... Maybe it was sassy that they used. I always lie to think I'm the life of the party so fun. And... Hmmm... I guess I'm a little distant too. That tends to happen when you're stuck to the shadows so much of your life though.
Excellent! Now, what of your family?
What about 'em?
Tell me about them.
........... I think we're done here.
That bad?
You don't even know the half of it.
Please tell me about them? I'll keep it off the record, if it makes you feel better.
*a long beat of silences before a sigh is audible* Fine. I grew up in a pretty big family. Except, out of everyone, I was the only one who was 'an abomination', as they so lovingly called me. Mum was a nurse named Michelle Caroll and dad worked at the bank. His name was Eric Caroll. Both 'normal' by their definition.
And what was their definition?
Not mutant.
Oh... What about siblings?
I had a lot of those. Three brothers, two sisters. All of them rude and arrogant beyond belief. You know, fifteen years of not speaking with them and I still remember what each and every one of them looked and sounded like. See, I was the youngest in my family, the youngest of six. So I was never really well liked by any of my siblings to begin with. With none of them being mutants, they didn't quite understand me at, like my parents, they thought of me as an abomination. Let's see. There was Chris, Michael, and Alexander and they were my older brothers. Then my sisters were Karrin and Nichole. The order around the family went Chris, Nichole, Michael, Alexander, Karrin, and then myself. But, honestly? I always told people I was an orphan.
Why's that?
It was nicer to pretend I didn't have a family than to know I had one that hated me.
Did they always hate you?
Sometimes I think so. Sisters always told me I was adopted but I had my mother's eyes. I think what really happened was that my mom slept around and that's how I was born. It wouldn't surprise me if that were there case either, not with how dad always treated me. I think that my powers manifesting was just the excuse they needed to disown me, though.
And when did you're powers manifest?
I was twelve or so. It was so awkward because, not only did I suddenly have some sort of power that made me different from everyone else in my family. I was also starting to go through puberty. So awkward.
Well, what happened?
I was... having a bad day. Just got home from school, right? And all everyone had done all day was pick on me, tease me, call me this, that, and the other. I was the new girl in school. We had just moved from Toronto to Seattle and, while all my other siblings seemed to fit in just fine with their classes, well the siblings that weren't off in college that is, I was the odd one out. I had been so stressed. One minute I was crying and complaining to a mother who, quite frankly, didn't give two shits. The next, she was freaking out and I couldn't seem to speak. Couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't even look around. Everything seemed so different all of a sudden. Like I was looking at the world from a different perspective but I hadn't known why at first. Now my mom... She was freaking out bad, spitting out name after name at me. Freak, mutant, abomination... You know, the usual. But the venom in her voice, it stung. It wasn't for a few days until I was about to pull myself together and become a whole person again. I was starved after that, but every single time I took a step anywhere near any of my family members, they cringed and run off, looking at me as if I were the most revolting thing they had ever laid eyes on.
What happened next?
Well, I ended up having another incident when was in school. It was about two or so days after my first one. They were all stressing me out, emotions high. And it happened. I melded with the shadows at school. Thankfully, this time it was only a few hours and, after the first one, I was able to get a little bit of movement going. It was about the end of the school day, lots of people freaking out, that I pulled myself together. You can only imagine the kind of trouble and verbal abuse I went through when I got home.
What happened next?
Well, almost a day later, a recruiter was at my door to take me away. My family would barely talk to him. All they got out of it was he was taking me. They were pretty quick to simply pack my things and throw me out the door. I didn't have a lot but it was fine. I didn't need a lot. I was assured that I was going someplace with people like me, people with powers. That's all that I cared about at that time.
What was it like going to Bellefonte?
It was like going to any other school, really. Except this one it was acceptable that I turned into shadows. I didn't make friends easily. I don't know, I just wasn't into people all that much when I was in school. It was more because, for the longest time, I would just meld into the shadows without meaning to and, in the beginning, I couldn't talk when I was a shadow. How are you supposed to make friends if you can't speak to anyone? I never noticed until a year later, but I didn't have a shadow myself. I guess I never bothered to pay that much attention. And if it hadn't been for one of my dorm mates, I probably wouldn't have noticed for a lot longer than that. *laughs* Anyway... School was, well, school in the end.
Did you go to college?
Hell yeah, I went to college. Though, originally, I just went because I wanted to start being someone different. Especially as I started getting better with my powers, I started becoming more outgoing and I simply loved going to parties. That was the point of going to college to begin with. Well, that and to study biology. I don't know, Biology was always an interest especially since I wasn't exactly like other people.
Then how did you become a teacher?
After four years of college, I applied for the position. It was easy as that. Been teaching biology now for about ten or so years, if I remember right.
Great, well, that seems to be all the time that we have but I would like to ask you one last question.
Yes, they're real.
........ That wasn't what I was going to ask.
Suure it wasn't. *laughs again* Go on, what's the question?
If you could give one line of advice to everyone else out there, human or otherwise, what would it be?
Wow, you making me go all philosophical, huh? Lemme see... I guess I'd have to say 'Don't judge a book by it's cover'. I know what that's like and it can hurt. Just be aware of the feelings of others.
Alright, thank you for your time.
No, thank you. It was great having an excuse to get out of work.
end of tape
Yeah, sure. Name's Clarice Alexia Caroll, Claire for short. Sometimes, though, I like fucking with people and telling them my last name is Lector. People flip shit when they catch the reference.
Clarice Lector? Why say Lector?
What, do you live under a rock? It's Hannibal's last name! And you know, Clarice Starling? Or some shit like that. She was the chick he was really interested in? Awww, you look scared now. It's okay, I won't bite... Too hard. *snickers*
*the clearing of a throat can be heard* Let's just continue on this interview, shall we?
Sure, go right ahead. I'm not going to stop you.
Alright then. If I might ask, how old are you?
Now that's rude. You shouldn't ask a woman her age.
I didn't mean it to be offensive, I just need to have this information written down.
Twenty seven, but if any of those bratty kids asks, I'm twenty one plus, got that?
And you said you were a teacher at Bellefonte?
That's what they tell me. Been teachin' Biology here for, what's it been now... five years? Started right after I got out of college, which was extremely boring, by the way. I mean, I wanted to have fun, not learn more shit. It was exhausting there. But I managed. And you can too, sir. Stay in school, don't do drugs without me, all that jazz.
Ma'am, I've been out of school for a while.
Oh, I'm a ma'am now. How very professional of you. But seriously, it's just Claire. None of that Ma'am or Misses bull. I'm not some old broad, you know. Next question!
... Alright. Seeing in which you work for Bellefont, that must mean you have some sort of gift, right?
Well duh. After all, I did 'graduate' from there.
And what is this gift of yours?
It's got a couple different names for it. Easiest one to call it, though, as well as what makes me sound like a freakin' genius, is calling it 'Umbral Physiology'.
Umbral Physiology?
Hells yeah! It's freakin' awesome, actually. I'd show you but... you know, for a teacher who's been working on this for nearly fifteen years, it's still not always the easiest to control.
Well, why don't you tell me a little bit about it.
Oh, it's a mouthful, but sure. Umbral Physiology, or Shadow Mimicry, totally another name for it, can effect people in usually two different ways. There are the ones who simply bend shadows around their form but are still, for the most part, a real being. And then there are the ones like me. I like to think of it as my becoming something of an energy based life-form. I can completely become part of the shadows. It's a lot of complicated stuff that you can just look up yourself but it comes with a lot of perks. When I'm in my Shade form, I can become intangible and pass right through people without it hurting. Though, if I do that, I can't physically move things without putting a lot of thought into making my shadow self tangible. And if I'm focusing to keep myself tangible to move something or touch someone, then obviously I can be hit too.
If you're elementally darkness, what does light do to you?
Fucking hurts like hell. I'm extremely photosensitve so I have to wear sunglasses a lot to keep light from burning my eyes, even use parasols to keep too much strong light from hitting me. It sucks to admit but it can weaken the hell out of me.
Understandably so.
Maybe next time you're in town I can show you.
Uh... W-well, maybe. Now, tell me, what kind of things do you like to do?
Well, you for starters.
... Ummm... uhhhhh........
*snorts* Ah, I'm just fucking with you. You should see your face. It's great. No, I like the night time the most. Because I'm shadow based, I actually have a small advantage in the dark. My eyes are super sensitive to any small amounts of light so I can see pretty well. I like a lot of things: parties, tits, guys, the usual. Oh, and though sometimes the light that emitted from televisions and, more specific, games and movies, I loooooove playing video games. Give me a playstation and the newest Call of Duty game and I am set. I was never the most popular girl during my schooling days, but I'll tell you a secret. I loved Cheerleading. I was always great at it but I never made the squad. So now I'm coaching the little brats that do make it. Gives me something to do. And, if there is anything I love the most, it's pranks. I don't care how old I am, nothing's better than seeing the face of a person who was just punked.
And stuff you don't like?
Kids. Kids are always cruel, no matter where they are from. Little punks irritate the hell out of me. But I tolerate them in order to teach my class and help out where I can. Not too fond of most chicks, either. Love their tits, yeah, but let me give you a bit of advice. Bitches be crazy. You ever tried to talk to a woman? Drama, drama, drama. And let's not get started on those stupid cunts with a stick shoved so far up their ass, you'd think you could see the other end of it somewhere in their eyes. My god, they are fucking annoying! I like people because they're fun but I don't care for too many people's personalities. Too many two-faced bitches out there, pretended to be one way and actually being another. Oh, but, to be honest, I can live with all of those. You know what I can't live with though?
And what's that Mi- errrr... Claire?
Mutant Haters. You have no idea how hard it is for us sometimes and then all those people out there that hate their kids simply because they're different? It's not really all that fair. And It royally pisses me off.
Maybe we should change the topic.
Be my guest.
What are the first three adjectives that come to your head when I ask you to describe yourself?
Sexy, Voluptuous, Badass~
I meant your personality.
Then you should have said that, pffft. Hmmm... Lemme think. Well, people say I'm a bit on the snarky, sarcastic side. Er... Sassy... Maybe it was sassy that they used. I always lie to think I'm the life of the party so fun. And... Hmmm... I guess I'm a little distant too. That tends to happen when you're stuck to the shadows so much of your life though.
Excellent! Now, what of your family?
What about 'em?
Tell me about them.
........... I think we're done here.
That bad?
You don't even know the half of it.
Please tell me about them? I'll keep it off the record, if it makes you feel better.
*a long beat of silences before a sigh is audible* Fine. I grew up in a pretty big family. Except, out of everyone, I was the only one who was 'an abomination', as they so lovingly called me. Mum was a nurse named Michelle Caroll and dad worked at the bank. His name was Eric Caroll. Both 'normal' by their definition.
And what was their definition?
Not mutant.
Oh... What about siblings?
I had a lot of those. Three brothers, two sisters. All of them rude and arrogant beyond belief. You know, fifteen years of not speaking with them and I still remember what each and every one of them looked and sounded like. See, I was the youngest in my family, the youngest of six. So I was never really well liked by any of my siblings to begin with. With none of them being mutants, they didn't quite understand me at, like my parents, they thought of me as an abomination. Let's see. There was Chris, Michael, and Alexander and they were my older brothers. Then my sisters were Karrin and Nichole. The order around the family went Chris, Nichole, Michael, Alexander, Karrin, and then myself. But, honestly? I always told people I was an orphan.
Why's that?
It was nicer to pretend I didn't have a family than to know I had one that hated me.
Did they always hate you?
Sometimes I think so. Sisters always told me I was adopted but I had my mother's eyes. I think what really happened was that my mom slept around and that's how I was born. It wouldn't surprise me if that were there case either, not with how dad always treated me. I think that my powers manifesting was just the excuse they needed to disown me, though.
And when did you're powers manifest?
I was twelve or so. It was so awkward because, not only did I suddenly have some sort of power that made me different from everyone else in my family. I was also starting to go through puberty. So awkward.
Well, what happened?
I was... having a bad day. Just got home from school, right? And all everyone had done all day was pick on me, tease me, call me this, that, and the other. I was the new girl in school. We had just moved from Toronto to Seattle and, while all my other siblings seemed to fit in just fine with their classes, well the siblings that weren't off in college that is, I was the odd one out. I had been so stressed. One minute I was crying and complaining to a mother who, quite frankly, didn't give two shits. The next, she was freaking out and I couldn't seem to speak. Couldn't speak, couldn't move, couldn't even look around. Everything seemed so different all of a sudden. Like I was looking at the world from a different perspective but I hadn't known why at first. Now my mom... She was freaking out bad, spitting out name after name at me. Freak, mutant, abomination... You know, the usual. But the venom in her voice, it stung. It wasn't for a few days until I was about to pull myself together and become a whole person again. I was starved after that, but every single time I took a step anywhere near any of my family members, they cringed and run off, looking at me as if I were the most revolting thing they had ever laid eyes on.
What happened next?
Well, I ended up having another incident when was in school. It was about two or so days after my first one. They were all stressing me out, emotions high. And it happened. I melded with the shadows at school. Thankfully, this time it was only a few hours and, after the first one, I was able to get a little bit of movement going. It was about the end of the school day, lots of people freaking out, that I pulled myself together. You can only imagine the kind of trouble and verbal abuse I went through when I got home.
What happened next?
Well, almost a day later, a recruiter was at my door to take me away. My family would barely talk to him. All they got out of it was he was taking me. They were pretty quick to simply pack my things and throw me out the door. I didn't have a lot but it was fine. I didn't need a lot. I was assured that I was going someplace with people like me, people with powers. That's all that I cared about at that time.
What was it like going to Bellefonte?
It was like going to any other school, really. Except this one it was acceptable that I turned into shadows. I didn't make friends easily. I don't know, I just wasn't into people all that much when I was in school. It was more because, for the longest time, I would just meld into the shadows without meaning to and, in the beginning, I couldn't talk when I was a shadow. How are you supposed to make friends if you can't speak to anyone? I never noticed until a year later, but I didn't have a shadow myself. I guess I never bothered to pay that much attention. And if it hadn't been for one of my dorm mates, I probably wouldn't have noticed for a lot longer than that. *laughs* Anyway... School was, well, school in the end.
Did you go to college?
Hell yeah, I went to college. Though, originally, I just went because I wanted to start being someone different. Especially as I started getting better with my powers, I started becoming more outgoing and I simply loved going to parties. That was the point of going to college to begin with. Well, that and to study biology. I don't know, Biology was always an interest especially since I wasn't exactly like other people.
Then how did you become a teacher?
After four years of college, I applied for the position. It was easy as that. Been teaching biology now for about ten or so years, if I remember right.
Great, well, that seems to be all the time that we have but I would like to ask you one last question.
Yes, they're real.
........ That wasn't what I was going to ask.
Suure it wasn't. *laughs again* Go on, what's the question?
If you could give one line of advice to everyone else out there, human or otherwise, what would it be?
Wow, you making me go all philosophical, huh? Lemme see... I guess I'd have to say 'Don't judge a book by it's cover'. I know what that's like and it can hurt. Just be aware of the feelings of others.
Alright, thank you for your time.
No, thank you. It was great having an excuse to get out of work.
end of tape
SAMPLE:
Clarice just seemed to start staring at her nails after a moment, examining them in scrutinizing detail. There were times when she wished her power had to do with healing rather than shadows. At least it would come in handy when she got into her bar fights. Then again, so would simply turning to the shadows and throwing her punches in her more corporeal form. But that would just throw up red flags all over. And what would happen if some news reporter caught wind of it. She didn't want to be that person that got Mutants thrown onto the news. That would just make Clarice a public enemy to all people, human and mutant. And that wasn't something that she would ever want.
She didn't get to be lost in her thoughts for too long as man in the bed beside her started to talk. And what he said, boy did it leave smile on her lips. She was sure she had seen him around before but not too sure that they had ever spoken. What was his name? She couldn't even recall. But with what he said, you'd almost think that he certainly knew who she was. She grinned. Best hello she'd gotten in a while, really. And he made it so hard not to laugh. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Dr. Lector's in the hospital, huh?" She joked, shifting on her bed to sit on the side facing the man.
Her attention was now fully on him. And she must say, for a guy she was sure she had only ever seen in passing, he was fine. Part of her honestly couldn't believe that she'd never actually gone up to talk to him before. She usually made a point to do so. Then again, the business of training, teaching, and coaching did seem to take up more of her time than she'd care for it to. She' probably just neglected to care before. Foolish, really. So very foolish.
The pain from the mishaps the night before was almost too easy to ignore now. Distractions often did that, though. And this was definitely a nicer of those distractions. "Tell me, are those injuries from the fall?" she asked. Oh how corny, how cheesey, anyone could see where the line was going. And yet, did she care? Not a bit. At the very least, would give a man in the nurses office a good laugh. And who knew? Sometimes the corny pick up lines about falling and heaven worked better than any thing else she could think of.
USERNAME: Harley
AGE GROUP: Almost Twenty
EXPERIENCE: Nine or more years
Clarice just seemed to start staring at her nails after a moment, examining them in scrutinizing detail. There were times when she wished her power had to do with healing rather than shadows. At least it would come in handy when she got into her bar fights. Then again, so would simply turning to the shadows and throwing her punches in her more corporeal form. But that would just throw up red flags all over. And what would happen if some news reporter caught wind of it. She didn't want to be that person that got Mutants thrown onto the news. That would just make Clarice a public enemy to all people, human and mutant. And that wasn't something that she would ever want.
She didn't get to be lost in her thoughts for too long as man in the bed beside her started to talk. And what he said, boy did it leave smile on her lips. She was sure she had seen him around before but not too sure that they had ever spoken. What was his name? She couldn't even recall. But with what he said, you'd almost think that he certainly knew who she was. She grinned. Best hello she'd gotten in a while, really. And he made it so hard not to laugh. "Well, well, well, what do we have here? Dr. Lector's in the hospital, huh?" She joked, shifting on her bed to sit on the side facing the man.
Her attention was now fully on him. And she must say, for a guy she was sure she had only ever seen in passing, he was fine. Part of her honestly couldn't believe that she'd never actually gone up to talk to him before. She usually made a point to do so. Then again, the business of training, teaching, and coaching did seem to take up more of her time than she'd care for it to. She' probably just neglected to care before. Foolish, really. So very foolish.
The pain from the mishaps the night before was almost too easy to ignore now. Distractions often did that, though. And this was definitely a nicer of those distractions. "Tell me, are those injuries from the fall?" she asked. Oh how corny, how cheesey, anyone could see where the line was going. And yet, did she care? Not a bit. At the very least, would give a man in the nurses office a good laugh. And who knew? Sometimes the corny pick up lines about falling and heaven worked better than any thing else she could think of.
USERNAME: Harley
AGE GROUP: Almost Twenty
EXPERIENCE: Nine or more years
