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Tweak says, "Don't lol at me!"

Claire Bennet (x_clairebear_x) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2009-05-23 02:20:00

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!closed, claire winchester, priestly

WHO: Claire Bennet and Priestly
WHAT: What starts as a typical night of watching a movie beneath the stars quickly turns into something more. (No, you pervs, not that!)
WHEN: Around midnight; the night after this.
WHERE: The rooftop of Building A
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

Dance of the Dead, Claire decided as the end credits began to flash across the screen, had been both wonderful and terrible at the same time. The budget had been low - the special effects made that more than obvious - and the script had been as predictable as rain in April. Yet the acting hadn't been nearly as horrible as one might've thought, and the premise had been amusing to say the least. It also had a few frightening parts, which had given Claire the perfect excuse to snuggle a bit closer to Priestly. She certainly wasn't complaining about that.

As the film finally ended, Claire turned her attention to the man beside her and flashed him a smile. The more time she spent with him, the more she found herself wondering if maybe this was one relationship that might just work out. It frightened her, to think of things actually going right for a change as that way often led to them going terribly, terribly wrong, yet she couldn't seem to find anything about him that she didn't find appealing in some way or another.

If only she could figure out how to tell him about her ability. Then, she mused, everything would be just about perfect.

"I have to say," she finally spoke up with a smile. "When it comes to campy horror flicks, you're definitely the king of picking and choosing." Her smile turned into a teasing smirk as she added, with a light, playful shove to his shoulder, "Although part of me still says we should've rented one of the Star Trek movies so we'd have fresh ammo against Captain Horn-Dog."

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tipmeordie
2009-05-23 01:49 am UTC (link)

Priestly also though the movie was pretty great. Yeah, it was still cheap and on the cheezy side, but at the same time it was genuinely good. And there was the added factor of some actual scares. He liked that they made Claire curl closer to him, and at some point during the movie he ended up wrapping his arm around her shoulders to hold her there, which he didn't do last time they'd watched a movie together.

The last time he'd been trying to not come off as a creep that invites her back to his room, and Priestly was pretty sure that he'd been successful in that since she'd actually agreed to hang out with him again.

"I told you I was the king," he said, chuckling as he looked over at her. "And hey, we can start in on the Trek movies next time."

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x_clairebear_x
2009-05-23 10:06 pm UTC (link)

"Even if the movie had a zombie make-out scene," Claire commented. Wrinkling her nose a bit she gave a shake of her head. "I'm still not sure what that was all about." Although she had to admit, it had definitely been one of the more original things she'd seen in a while.

Glancing at her watch, Claire was a bit surprised to see how late it had gotten. She was also a surprised to notice that Priestly had yet to drop his arm from around her shoulders... and that she'd yet to pull away. The movie was over. It wasn't cold. She wasn't scared. Yet she was still sitting there, half-contemplating going back to resting her head on his shoulder like she'd done for the last half of the film.

"Are you tired?"

The question was blurted out without her even thinking about it and Claire mentally kicked herself. "I mean," she amended, "I'm really not, but if you are, we can always call it a night? I don't want to keep you or anything..."

That was a lie. She didn't want to call it a night and she did want to keep him there with her. She enjoyed spending time with him, probably more than she really should. She could practically hear her dad fussing about how Priestly was too old for her, yet Claire really couldn't bring herself to care all that much. He was nice, he was funny, and they actually got along well. That mattered way more to her than their age difference.

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tipmeordie
2009-05-25 03:47 am UTC (link)

"You have to admit," Priestly started, that smile still on his face. "That was the single most awesome makeout scene you've ever seen."

"And no, I'm not tired," he said simply. And it was true. He wasn't tired, but he also, for some reason, wasn't wanting to go their separate ways just yet. They'd only hung out twice, and both times they'd just watched movies. Plus, sitting together like they were doing was even further than they had gone the first time, but that didn't mean that he wasn't having a great time just hanging out with her. "Got any ideas for what else we can do?"

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x_clairebear_x
2009-05-26 08:44 pm UTC (link)

"As far as zombies went, it was a first. Not sure if it was the best I've ever seen, but it gets points for originality," Claire replied with the same slightly teasing grin.

At the question as to what they should do next, she tried to think of something. Really, she did. Unfortunately all the talk of makeout scenes, even ones that involved zombies, meant her brain tried its best to jump directly to the gutter part of her mind. A light flush stained her cheeks as she struggled to think of something to say that didn't involve anything inappropriate or possibly way too forward.

Not that Claire had any idea just how forward was too forward. With Priestly, it was hard to tell. She assumed he was attracted to her, yet he hadn't made a single move. Which she appreciated, but at the same time found a little... odd. Weren't guys supposed to make some kind of move, especially by the second date? Telling herself not to worry about it, that he was quite possibly just that nice of a guy and it had nothing to do with him seeing her as a friend only, she forced herself to answer his question.

"I'm fine with whatever." Okay, not the most thoughtful answer but really, what was she was supposed to say? We can try a makeout scene of our own? She'd die of embarrassment if she even hinted toward something like that, much less said it outloud.

"Although," she added, wanting to say more than just something that made him have to think of what to do, "I do think I want to stretch my legs for a bit. The roof, surprisingly, isn't as comfortable as it might appear." It was a very small joke and not a very funny one, yet it was true. Moving away from his embrace, she flashed him another smile as she rose to her feet and stretched out her muscles - even if they were already un-kinking themselves before she'd finished standing entirely.

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tipmeordie
2009-05-26 10:53 pm UTC (link)

"It's not," Priestly replied, chuckling as he watched her stand. Instead of getting up, he just shifted to tuck his hands behind his head. "Maybe we should try and get some furniture for up here. It could actually make a pretty awesome hangout if we did it right." And he could see it already, especially if they put up some sort of tent thing so that there was shade in one area.

But he still didn't stop watching her as she moved around the roof a little, the smile still firmly on his face. "So you used to be a cheerleader, huh?" he started, the smile turning into a bit more of a smirk. "So you're good with all the flips and everything? Cause that's kinda cool."

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x_clairebear_x
2009-05-26 11:06 pm UTC (link)

"That sounds kinda fun," Claire agreed, surprised to find she actually did agree. Granted some of the other tenants might object, but it wasn't like there were rules posted anywhere. Not to mention a chance to have a specific place where they could be alone might be appealing to more than just her and Priestly, given the rooming situation.

She nodded at his next question, pleased to find that she wasn't insulted at the inquiries. Normally when guys started asking about the cheerleading stuff, the 'just how limber are you' question always came up. Instead he was asking about the acrobatic side of it. Normally little kids, old people, and other girls asked about that.

Realizing she should maybe consider it more odd than sweet, now that she thought about it, Claire opted to ignore what she should do and instead just answered, "Yep. I'm not an Olympic gymnast or anything, but I can definitely do the handsprings and somersaults with the best of them." A brief pause as she chewed absently on her lower lip before she asked, almost hesitantly, "Did you, um, want to see some of my old routine?"

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tipmeordie
2009-05-27 12:11 am UTC (link)

"Hey, I bet it'd actually be a popular hangout up here if the other people found out about it." Priestly chuckled a little at the thought. If they really set this place up like in his head, that was bound to happen.

He sat up a bit more when she offered to show him her routine. Not because he was genuinely interested in cheerleading or anything, but he wanted to see how limber she was. No, he didn't flat out ask her that like most guys would, he just sorta... crept around the question to get the desired outcome. "Sure," he said with a warm smile. "I mean, if you don't mind showing me."

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x_clairebear_x
2009-05-27 12:57 am UTC (link)

"Nope, don't mind at all!" Claire replied. Glancing over her shoulder, she eyed the edge of the roof and slowly began walking toward it. Once the back of her feet were touching the edge of the ledge, she started counting her steps back toward Priestly. Meanwhile, she was going over the routine in her mind, making sure she'd have enough room and hoping that she could still pull off the moves without making a total idiot out of herself.

"So, it's been a while," she admitted once she'd mapped out what she was going to do. "And I don't really have the room, or the right number of people, to do the whole thing." Spreading her legs shoulder-width apart, she exhaled slowly and eyed him with a grin. "And if I screw up and you tease me, I'm going to shave off all your facial hair while you sleep," she threatened good-naturedly.

With that being said, Claire clapped her hands at her side before bending her knees, grabbing the back of her legs, and doing a full backflip. As the roof spun from under her, to above her, and back under her, she threw her arms out and used her palms as a springboard to go into a series of back handsprings. A somersault followed, then two more handsprings, and finally a double backflip that ended with a half-twist. Landing cleanly, her heels pressed into the edge of the ledge just like she'd figured they would be, she tossed her arms into the air and beamed at him. "Ta da!" she exclaimed, clearly thrilled that she'd managed an error-less routine.

Well, actually, her happiness was short-lived as the ledge suddenly crumbled behind her and she all but toppled backwards directly off the roof. And her "ta da" turned into more of a "ta daaaaaaah!" as she plunged toward the ground without a single way to stop herself.

And I just bought this outfit, too! was her last thought before she slammed into the concrete below. Claire had the distinct feeling (yet still no pain) of her head splitting open and her neck snapping in half before blackness overcame her.

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tipmeordie
2009-05-27 01:20 am UTC (link)

Having appreciated watching that, Priestly was just about to start clapping for her when she fell. His hands were already moving up when his eyes went as wide as they possibly could.

"Claire!" he shouted, jumping up from his seat and rushing to look over the edge at her. When he saw her on the ground, bloody, obviously not moving, her neck bent the wrong way, he panicked even worse than he was before. "Oh my god..." Priestly muttered, moving quickly to the fire escape that was just a few feet away. For some reason, he felt like he needed to get down there, even if there was nothing he could do for her. He just had to be down there. And he kept looking down at her every couple of seconds.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-05-27 09:14 am UTC (link)

When you were dead time really was a relative thing. Although Claire knew logically that she was never deceased for very long, the first thought that always popped into her mind the moment she was pieced back together enough to form a coherent thought was something along the lines of, I wonder how much time was stolen from me that time.

It wasn't a very logical thought, obviously, since she was technically immortal and therefore had more time than she'd ever know what to do with. Yet that was almost always what she thought, followed almost immediately with something pertaining to the fact that it still didn't hurt, and then something about her clothing and how constantly buying new ones was getting to be a real annoyance.

This time, as her chest began to once again rise and fall, as her heart resumed its steady thumping in her chest, and as her skull began to mend the fracture, Claire's thoughts ran along the same vein. It wasn't until the end that another thought wormed its way into her mind. More than a thought, really. A realization.

Priestly!

Eyes snapping open, Claire sat straight up from her prone position on the concrete. Ignoring the blood that dripped from her blond hair, down her back, as well as the rather pronounced crack in the concrete where she'd landed, she used the arm that wasn't injured to pop her dislocated shoulder back into place. Then with both arms once again functioning, she reached up and snapped her own neck firmly into place as well.

There was still no pain, of course, but the pressure of something unnaturally pushing against her skin from the inside instantly disappeared and within the blink of an eye she was once again able to turn her head and look around. Which she did... just in time to notice Priestly making his way toward her via the fire escape.

"Remember what I said," she joked lamely, "if you laugh at me, I'm going to shave off all your facial hair." As she spoke, she rose to her feet with a heavyhearted sigh, already knowing that the comment was in no way going to deter him from wanting to know why she was no longer dead... or even so much as sporting a scratch from the fall.

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tipmeordie
2009-05-27 02:21 pm UTC (link)

Priestly looked over at Claire again just after jumping down from the last bit of the fire escape. And when he did, he was shocked when he saw what she was doing. Not only was she sitting up and breathing, but she also seemed to be... Was she popping her bones back into place? It looked like she was. And the neck was last.

He stood there for a moment, watching wide eyed, until she spoke. When she did he quickly made his way over to her, a smile finally on his face again. "God," he started. Dropping to the ground beside her, he looked her over and was, yet again, shocked when he didn't even see any scratches on her. She was covered in blood, but he didn't see any injuries. "I thought you were dead, Claire. It scared the shit out of me."

And with that he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a tight hug. He didn't care if blood got in his clothes, he was just glad that she was alright.

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x_clairebear_x
2009-05-27 10:41 pm UTC (link)

Claire had gone silent as he's spoken, not quite sure how to tell him the truth even after a spectacle like that. Before she had to figure it out, however, he was hugging her tightly and all coherent thought promptly flew out the window. Eyes wide, she stayed stock-still for a moment before a purely feminine smile crossed her face and she slid her own arms up, across his shoulders, to hug him back.

This... this was nice. This almost made the fall worth it. Almost. She still hated that the chance to tell him in a non-freaky way had been robbed from her, but this was definitely making up for it.

"I'm fine," she finally spoke, opting to simply enjoy the moment rather than stress over what she was going to say once he'd realized that normal people did not fall from roofs then put their own broken neck back together again. "I'm tougher than I look."

Claire paused before pointing out, if only because she knew what a bitch it was when it happened, "And you're getting blood all over you."

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tipmeordie
2009-05-28 10:13 pm UTC (link)

Priestly had to let out a weak chuckle at that. "Blood doesn't bother me, Claire," he said before pressing a quick kiss to a clean spot on her forehead. While it didn't bother him, he wasn't really in a hurry to injest any of Claire's blood, no matter how much he liked her. "I'm just glad that you're alright. Try not to scare me like that again, alright? I don't want to have a heart attack at an early age."

He still hadn't taken his arms from around her as they sat there. He was sure that when he'd looked down at her he'd seen her neck bending the wrong way. But, from the way he saw her positioning herself after she sat up... It seemed like it was possible.

"How are you alright though?" he asked, his voice, for once, somewhat quiet. "Claire, you're covered in blood and... fine."

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x_clairebear_x
2009-05-29 11:29 pm UTC (link)

"It's a pain to get out of clothes though," she pointed out before stopping and blinking in mild shock when he kissed her forehead. A smile parted her lips. Yes, she knew that it was just a kiss to the forehead and one born out of fear, but it still made her feel better. Special. As though he really cared.

"I'll do my best not to fall off anymore roofs. Promise," she stated after a second, smiling at him to show she was both teasing and yet wasn't.

The smile, however, was short-lived courtesy of his next question. She had hoped, however vainly, that he wouldn't put two and two together and get four. Not that she thought he was an idiot. She knew he wasn't. But she had still hoped that somehow he wouldn't realize that she clearly should not be fine.

So much for wishful thinking. Or for being completely normal.

With a heavy sigh, Claire lowered her gaze to her lap. Busying herself with wiping away the drops of blood that had splattered across her jeans, she tried to figure out the best way to answer his question. Eventually she decided to simply tell him the truth. He deserved that much. So with another sigh, she raised her gaze to meet his and did her best to explain something that she wasn't quite sure how to explain... or how he'd take it.

"It's... well, honestly, it's a genetic thing," she stated, wanting to get the answer out of the way before explaining what she meant. "I have this ability. Rapid regeneration. I... heal, I guess is the best way to put it. My body heals itself almost instantly. I can't get hurt." She paused, frowned a bit, shook her head. "No, that's not right. I can get hurt. I just don't stay that way for long."

With another sigh, Claire closed her eyes as she continued. Her lips were turned downward into a semi-frown as she spoke the words, too afraid of his reaction to look at him. "I don't age, Priestly. I don't get scars. I've never had a cold. And except for a few special circumstances..." Her eyes re-opened and she peered up at him.

"I will never stay dead."

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tipmeordie
2009-05-31 03:21 am UTC (link)

There had been a lot of things in his life that Priestly thought were weird. Granted, they were all things like the fact that he was pretty damn sure that Zo was a witch. Too many things happened when she walked by for her not to be. But that didn't mean he liked Zo any less because of it, he was an open minded kinda guy like that.

And it didn't take him very long at all to decide that he was going to be open minded about Claire's confirmed ability, either. After all, if she didn't have it he would have just watched her die. If there was one thing in this crazy world that he'd ended up in that he was sure about, it was the fact that he didn't want to see Claire end up dead. He was starting to get attached to her, after all. She was fun, pretty, and didn't seem to think less of him because of the way he liked to dress.

So, when she explained what she could do, he couldn't help smiling just a touch more. "Well," his voice was a bit quiet when he spoke. "I'm pretty glad that you can heal like that. I mean, if you couldn't I wouldn't exactly be talking to you right now, would I?"

It took just a moment for the other facts to sink in. And when they did, Priestly couldn't help perking a brow at her. "Wow. Never age, never die?" he asked, the tiniest of smirks spreading on his lips. "I mean, that could work in my favor. I could be the sixty year old dude with the super young girlfriend." And Priestly was doing what tended to do far too often. Making lighthearted jokes when there was something serious going on.

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