19 April 2011 @ 04:22 pm
☠ 006: voice.  
[Canon move time: Claire is officially in S2 c: ]

I have the worst fucking boyfriend of anyone alive. [She takes a few deep breaths, audibly trying to calm herself.] Have any of you ever heard of 'Fry'? It's when you take pot and dip it in embalming fluid like an asshole. [Okay, so much for calm.]

Speaking of assholes, can you believe I walked in on a bunch of creeps snorting their friend? You heard me. They fucking snorted her ashes.

[Okay, okay. For real breathing now.] Sorry. I know there are like kids on this thing and I shouldn't swear so much. Fuck.
16 March 2011 @ 12:16 pm
☠ 005: voice.  
My mom's been telling me all about her lovelife lately, which is weird and kind of creepy. But more than that I guess I'm kind of worried about her. I mean, she is my mom and I want her to be happy.

This is going to sound totally stupid, but. I've been dreaming about my dad lately, and like, I think he's trying to tell me something. He keeps saying stuff about Gabe and how much he likes him. And... how they're alike.

It's kind of freaking me out, even though it's probably just like, too much salt before bed.

And who even knows what's going on with David. He's like, acting like a real person and it's nice, okay? Don't get me wrong. But it's like I don't even know him anymore. I hope this is the real him, because he's almost in competition for the cool brother now. Though he's been quiet since he got home from Las Vegas or whatever.

...Wow, sorry. I didn't mean to talk that much. You guys don't give a fuck about any of this. I'm going to go...watch TV or something.
14 February 2011 @ 11:38 am
☠ 004: text.  
so i know that cheerleader girl already said this, but what the hell is up with the red strings?

it's kind of making me feel funny, and less in a nice way and more in a i'mhighoncrackway.

not that, i've ever been high on crack.

it was crystal, just once.

has anyone seen captain jack sparrow around? i feel like...i need to talk to him.

oh, and i really hate this stupid holiday.
25 January 2011 @ 12:00 pm
☠ 003: accidental video.  
[Claire's walking down a busy corridor in a school, when she pulls off to make a phonecall, so very sneakily.]

Sorry, Billy, did I wake you. .. It's Claire. [big smile...before it falls.]

Claire, you know, Nate's sister...

I just, wanted to see if you wanted to hang out again after school today.


[She hangs up, numbly, continuing on her way to class. Replies will be ICly after school.]
20 January 2011 @ 02:52 pm
☠ 002: video.  
[Claire is propped up against her headboard, head lolling slightly as she tries to keep typing. At some point, though, she gives up, frowning a little before making eye contact with the webcam.]

Oh. This again? [moves her legs under her, cross-legged as she leans closer to the laptop.] You want to know something, Community? I mean really know something.

People are dying everyday and all we can do about it is go on about our merry way like it isn't real. Maybe it's because death is a little realer for me, but I'm sick of watching people ignore it. At least Nate buys....hydroponic raspberries....and biodegradable napkins.

[looks down, pausing for just long enough it seems like she's stopped breathing, or fallen asleep. but slowly, she edges her eyes back to the camera, wide and blown blue.]

I think I'm gonna be sick.
16 January 2011 @ 01:20 pm
☠ 001: video.  
What is this? Some kind of.. fetish place for weirdos? I'm not sitting on a balloon for any of you. [points firmly at the screen, gritting her teeth a bit.] ..You got that?

[there's a pause as she's obviously poking around DDD, her nose wrinkling as she goes.]

This is some pretty fucked up shit, but at least it's not a fetish place. No ducks either, go figure.

Well, I'm Claire... [rolls her eyes.] If any of you care. And I know - all about shit being fucked up. [a bit more somber now.] My dad died on Christmas Eve, and my brother who I haven't really even known my whole life came back to run the business with David. My other brother. ...The business being dead people. Things are really screwy here right now, and uh. I guess it's all as well you guys showed up.

I don't really have anybody else.