[ Total Experience: 52 points ] [ 16 points added 09.08.11, page 15 ]
Claire sat at the window of the darkening motel room. She couldn't see much outside the rain-washed window despite being on the third floor. She could just make out the used car lot across Primrose Lane, with its faded and tattered sale flags twisting and writhing in the strong gusts of wind, but beyond that everything was a blur, and it only got worse as the watery sun set.
Despite her resolve to not dwell on the past, Claire couldn't help thinking back to her monumentally bad decision to get off the bus here in Midnight Cove. After the sisters at Mother of Mercy Orphanage in Westport had bid her farewell with words of encouragement and $250, Claire headed straight for the bus depot and bought a ticket for the first bus out of town.
All the years she'd been at the orphanage had hammered home to her that she would never be accepted by the citizens of Westport. Although the rich ladies made much of their 'good deeds' by holding yearly Easter and Christmas events for the 'poor little orphans', their rich children made it more than obvious that Claire and the other orphans would never fit in or be treated equally.
In the week before she left, she'd made plans with her one and only friend to hook up down the road somewhere and to go out and make a life of their own together. Daisy Cooper was only 3 weeks younger than Claire, but in order to get the money from the nuns, she had to wait until she was actually 18 before she left. $250 may not seem like much to most people, but it was a lot for those who didn't have anything to begin with.
So the plan was for Claire to find them a place to stay in a totally new town, and once she did, she was supposed to call Daisy and tell her how to get there. Arriving in town and taking her first walk around town had convinced Claire that Midnight Cove was the place for them. The smiling shopkeepers, the clean and pretty town, and most of all, the friendly people she'd met on the streets had duped her well and good. She'd gotten a cheap, yet surprisingly clean room at the Heron Street Motel, and had immediately called Daisy.
Daisy was the only person that Claire cared about in the entire world, and with all the horrors she'd seen the past few days in Midnight Cove, she could only pray that something... anything... would prevent Daisy from following her.
Claire is quiet, yet not withdrawn. She's the type to hang back and observe before joining in on anything. She is strongly loyal to anyone that wins her trust. She has a tendency to go into deep ruminations whenever an idea or concept takes her, which sometimes makes poeple think she's stuck up, or mentally retarded. She loves to read, and dreams about one day being a writer, but knows that someone like her would probably never get the chance. So she keeps her goals as realistic and reasonable as she can, striving to be independent, and to get a place of her own. Although quiet, and difficult to anger, Claire can hold her own in a fair fight, having had to defend herself since she entered the Child Services system at the age of 8 when both her parents were killed in a boating accident, and no living relatives could be found.
Claire tends to choose earthy neutrals like browns and dark greens, when she does get to choose her own clothes, that is. She has pierced ears but doesn't own any jewelry. She has a small, nearly invisible scar on her left cheek, a result of a bad fight with two girls in her first year of high school. She doesn't really care about her hair, but only because she doesn't know how to style it, so she tends to just tie it back away from her face. She also has never worn a dress, a puke colored skirt was the closest thing to a dress she'd ever worn. And after that one time, she never did again because the hot wax from a votive candle somehow managed to spill all over it, ruining it. Sensing, yet not being able to prove that she'd done it on purpose, the sisters only ever supplied her with slacks or jeans from then on.
Her collection of Ed Hardy butane refill-able lighters (10)
Half a box of Ritz Crackers
Half a can of Cheez Whiz
Unopened bag of barbecue chips
10 cans of Diet Coke
Swiss Army knife
1 unused can of pepper spray
1 standard roll of blue duct tape
dark brown backpack
4 black/white composition notebooks w/ her short stories and poems in them
1 small, beaten yellow rolling suitcase
7 tee shirts
1 cream colored blouse
1 navy blue slacks
5 blue, battered, ripped jeans
1 pair blue flip flops
1 pair dusty tennis shoes
1 pair black, low-heeled pumps
5 pairs underwear, bras, socks
sunkissed beige compact powder
touch of pink lip gloss
Alertness - 5 (her tough upbringing gives her a ' sleep with one eye open' mentality)
Danger Sense - 15 (she's always had gut feelings that she learned to count on to keep her safe)
Common Sense - 10
Toughness - 10 (due to her upbringing)
- 40 Total
Paranoia + 10 (having grown up in an orphanage where trust was hard to come by, she can be a tad distrustful of strangers)
Poverty + 5
Shyness + 10 (she's not painfully shy; but she will most most always wait for others to approach her rather than the other way around)
Stubbornness + 5 (she has strong views on what's wrong or right and it takes a lot to get her to do something she doesn't want to do)
Truthfulness + 5 (she's a very bad liar, and is horrible at card games cos she has so many tells)
Pyromania -+ 5 (has a slight fascination w/ fire, but she can control it so she doesn't endanger anyone)
+ 40 Total
Running - 10
Brawling - 8
Writing - 12
Knife - 6
Survival (urban) - 10
Lockpicking - 6
Pickpocket - 8
Stealth - 8
Streetwise - 10
- 78 Total
= 36 POINTS LEFT