Claire and Nate decided to spend their last few hours hanging out together at her apartment. He had already said goodbye to Sam, so now, they just waited.

"It was nice meeting you," Nate admitted. "Sorry if I didn't seem like I wanted to be here."

Claire smiled. "Well, you should be home with your parents. I'm sure they must be so worried about you."

Nate nodded, but he went over to hug her anyway. "I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you, too," Claire said sadly.

It was pretty obvious now that it wasn't a future for her. She was happy that in some universe, she and Sam did work out, but she couldn't help being a bit wistful at the same time.

[ooc: establishy goodbye post. *sniffle*]

Claire was very happily sound asleep. That was not going to last much longer.

( In which Claire's sleep is very much disturbed... )

[ooc: Establishly.]

Claire's side of the room was looking kind of empty today. She had packed up most of her belongings since she was going home tonight. She was grateful that Piper had made the arrangements already to send Delores to a farm near her house in California.

She already knew her family would be glad to see her, especially after the way things had gone the last time she was home. This was something she needed, too. After recent events, she needed to get away.

[ooc: Claire's going on hiatus for a little while. She will be back eventually. Totally open post if anyone wants to say goodbye, though. :)]

Claire was far from being in a social mood right now. She knew there were prospective students around and that there were social events planned for them, but there was no way she could leave her room without falling apart.

She was told what had happened to Mack, but she still didn't want to believe it. She hadn't yet cried about it. Maybe because she was too numb. He told her he would be back. She had to keep believing that. If she stopped believing that, it wouldn't be true.

But she realized it more and more as the day went on. He really wasn't coming back to her. He was gone forever. It seemed so final. So human, even if he wasn't. It wasn't fair. Not at all.

She reached for a picture of the two of them during happier times. She held onto it as she curled up on her bed, finally allowing herself to cry.

[ooc: Claire is obviously not feeling social, but the post is open.]

Claire was less mopey today. Sure, there were still moments when she listened to emo music on a loop, but at least she'd been sort of productive today. She had done some research. It was research that didn't end up going anywhere, but she tried.

Ever since her argument with her dad the other day, she decided she wanted to find her biological family. Specifically, Peter. He'd been missing for so long now, but she just had a feeling he was out there somewhere. Maybe there was a possibility that she could find him. If she could just find some kind of clue...

She sighed and closed her laptop. There wasn't much she could do from here anyway.


[ooc: establishy, but can be open.]

Claire had been back since very late Friday. The trip to California had been even shorter than anticipated. But she couldn't stay there. She hadn't even left her room since returning. She wasn't in any mood to be social.

She had been ignoring phone calls and everything. Mostly they were from her mother. Eventually, Claire had made the effort to talk to her, assuring her that she was safe and that she loved her. None of this was her mother's fault. She still wasn't going to be returning home anytime soon, though.

She was so thankful there were no classes to go to today. She still had some moping to do after all.

[ooc: mostly establishy, but can be open for the roomie if she wants.]

Claire had left Milieux sometime in the afternoon. Just as he said he would, Mack was there to carry her bag out to the cab. She couldn't help thinking that was incredibly sweet. It was something to make her smile on a day where she'd possibly be frowning and crying later on.

( Wherein Claire has a confrontation )

[ooc: Obviously establishy. Also NFB due to distance.]

Claire had made up her mind. She was going home to deal with her dad. That would be why she was packing a few things. She wasn't leaving until tomorrow, but getting a head start just seemed like the thing to do right now.

She had music playing and it likely drifted out into the hall. She wasn't really paying attention to it, though.

[ooc: door and post are both open!]

Claire went back to her room after class. She thought about skipping the class, actually. Sam was in that class. But she had gone and it was surprisingly less awkward than she had thought it would be.

She closed the door and fell back onto her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Yesterday had been all about the emo and crying and eating ice cream for dinner. It hadn't helped.

Today, she wanted to break stuff and get angry and hit things. How could her dad have done this to her? What did he hope to accomplish by having Sam's memories removed? Sam's memories of her! She was angry indeed. And hurt. And mad at herself. Why had she told her dad about the stupid fight? If only she hadn't done that. Then she and Sam would still be together and happy. Now, she was miserable.

She had picked up the phone multiple times intending to tell her dad exactly what she thought of him right now. She just couldn't do it. It just didn't seem right over the phone. She'd have to go home and maybe pack up the rest of her stuff and never return. She couldn't go back there and pretend everything was fine. It most certainly was not fine.

[ooc: door's closed, but the post is open, especially for the roomie.]

Claire was very mopey. She'd been that way since the fight with Sam yesterday. She knew the fight was over something so stupid, but she was being stubborn. She did not want to be the first to apologize. So she moped some more instead.

It was times likes these when she wished her family was around. She'd settle for a phone call instead. That would be why she was calling home right now.


[ooc: for the specific phone call, but this post is certainly open if anyone wants to stop by!]

After class and hanging out a bit at Sora's birthday party, Claire went back to her room just to relax. She was currently sitting on her bed, surfing the internet. Music could be heard from the laptop.

[ooc: for Sam]

Claire returned to her room after a mostly uneventful Thanksgiving break. Probably a good thing it was uneventful, really. While it was nice to visit her family, she was glad to be back.

[ooc: mostly for Sam, but open.]

Claire was sitting on her bed listening to music that was drifting from her laptop. She was lazily surfing the internet, reading about celebrity gossip and browsing online stores. Did she really need a new pair of shoes?

She wouldn't mind interruptions while she thought about this.

[ooc: open!]

After class, Claire went straight to the guest room, hoping not to run into Sam. She just didn't want to deal with that awkwardness just yet.

She was not moping. Really.

[ooc: for a certain visitor; heading into NWS territory now]

Today was Claire's birthday. She didn't much feel like celebrating, though.

She had been pinned to the ceiling by some demon and set on fire, she lost all of her belongings in the same fire, Dean thought she was an evil freak, and Sam was being a dumbass. Yeah, this was pretty much one of the worst birthdays ever.

It didn't help that she had gotten flowers today...from Sam. Obviously he had them sent before he decided to be an idiot and break up with her. She wished the delivery guy hadn't figured out where she was staying.

So she stared at the flowers and moped some more.


[ooc: mostly establishing, but open to any current residents of the house.]

When Claire woke up curled up next to Sam, she felt normal and comfortable. That was until she remembered the events of the night before. It had not been a nightmare liked she had been hoping. It was all real. The fire, Dean pulling a gun on her, telling Sam the truth...all of it. So much for keeping her ability a secret.

But everyone got out safely. That was the important thing. She didn't care that she'd basically lost everything she owned. She had a roof over her head at least. Thanks to Marie, she even had some clothing.

Something Sam seemed to be lacking. At the moment, there really wasn't too much to complain about.


[ooc: primarily for Sam, but open to anyone staying at the house.]

Claire had a pretty sound sleep, though it seemed the same could not be said about Sam. When she awoke in the morning, he was tossing and turning a bit. She was pretty sure he was having another nightmare.

"Sam?" she called, gently trying to wake him.

Claire wanted to paint her toenails. She made the very important decision to go with a bright red color.

She also had plans to stay in and watch tv. Monday night tv was kind of awesome.

[ooc: mosty for Sam, but open. There will probably be lots of slowplay, though.]

Claire was spending a lazy Saturday in her room. She felt this was the way most weekends should be spent after all. Currently, she was sitting on her bed, leafing through a magazine. She might have been thinking about Sam, too. Maybe.

[ooc: mostly for Lilly, but open to anyone]

Claire didn't really have anything to do today, so she decided spending a lazy day in her room wasn't a bad thing. She was currently sitting on her bed, headphones on her head as she listened to music. The volume was turned up, so she may not hear if anyone shows up.

[ooc: mostly for Sam, but open to anyone. conversation with Sam is NFB]