There were so many people in the lobby that it was starting to make Clare nervous, but it would have been worse if she hadn’t known that most of them were there for the conference. She had never liked crowds much, but in certain circumstances she could deal with them, mainly being funerals and that ...

The rooms at the hotel were furnished with large beds and down pillows, the televisions had cable, and the maids actually paid attention when the little plastic “Do not disturb” sign was hung from the door handle. Even the bathrooms in single rooms were huge and tiled with marble. “I’m almost afraid...

(OOC: Sorry this took so long, guys. I should probably still be doing school work right now, but I need a break. x_x Sorry for the poor writing, my brain died sometime yesterday.) [[OOC: Coming from the same place as Jeremy and Ryan]] Clare had completely zonked out for the entire conversation, but ...

Opening child proof caps is a task on the best of days, needless to say this isn’t the best day. Clare struggled to remove the lid, she even resorted to gnawing on it to see if she could pry up the edges with her teeth. At least she didn’t end up dropping the bottle in the middle of her efforts. The...

Clare didn’t really know what to do or say, not that she could really do or say much at the moment anyways. Her eyes swam in and out of focus on the blood stained young man standing near them. Eventually through all the talk she managed to make the connection that Ryan and this ‘newcomer’ were relat...

Clare’s mind was still elsewhere. She was trying desperately to ignore the burning pain in her arms, legs, and abdomen, but needless to say it didn’t work too well. It hurt to breathe, it hurt to move, it even hurt to think. Ryan’s singing nearly made her giggle, but it caught in her throat from the...

Clare only heard about half of Ryan’s speech as she struggled to control her racing mind and ragged breathing. It hurt to move or even think about moving, but the only way she was going to survive would be to endure it. Her fingers found the metallic collar wrapped tightly around her neck as she wip...

(Sorry this took so long x_x) “Ssh. I’m here now. Everything is going to be okay.” Clare couldn’t quite believe the words, but nevertheless she found some level of comfort in them. It was all she wanted to hear right then. She just wanted someone to comfort her and tell her everything was going to b...

Clare heard footsteps and a familiar shaky voice through the haze in her mind. “N-Nev?” Her tears were not just from physical pain, but many levels of mental pain as well. It was amazing how she could consider someone she had only known for a few hours one of her best friends, but that’s the way the...

((OOC: Its completely up to you if you want to get hit with the blast or not, just remember that it’s buckshot. If it doesn’t hit, then she just shot the ceiling. Sorry that it took me so long to post, I'm too shitpicky about what I write.)) The only thing Clare could do was grin. Grin and fight not...

Clare was feeling sluggish and hazy, her eyes sliding slowly in and out of focus. The wounds didn’t seem to hurt anymore, but there was a pervading sense of numbness traveling slowly through her body. A stranger had walked in after them, a rather frightening looking stranger, as much as a hazy gray ...

(Guh, sorry I haven't been around guys. I'll try to keep up with this a little more now that I think I've got my stuff under control...I hope. -_-) Clare collapsed through the door shortly after Neville and Ryan. They had managed to dress her wounds before they arrived at the house, but they still a...

Clare limped along as quickly as she could, though she was half dragged by Neville much of the time. She wasn’t sure if the wound in her leg was just a graze or something deeper, but either way it hurt like hell, to put it mildly. The way things were looking, she’d most likely bleed out within the h...

We’re all going to die. Even Clare’s thoughts had taken a disturbing turn, not in the content because more than likely everyone was thinking the same thing, but in the way they ran through her head. They had all taken on a sing-song tone, almost as if it was all a game to her now, or as if she was ...

There was more gunfire, equally as close as Vince’s had been, but Vince was dead now so he couldn’t possibly be shooting. A bullet struck the ground inches away from her right leg, but thankfully she wasn’t hit again. Neville shot over her head in the direction of the gunfire before falling backward...