claire dearing is an olympic sprinter (heels) wrote in witchinghour, @ 2016-02-01 21:08:00 |
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The sun was shining again, a pattern that was pretty disconcerting - Claire, like anyone else, didn't trust the blue skies and 'helpful' Grimoire residents. It would all come crashing down in a horror show of gloom and doom, but before that she would attempt to do what she could to get work done. Prior to the next disaster, anyway. The current project was a (color-coded, naturally) schedule of training classes, weaponry and hand to hand, to be placed in the police station and the fire station - and also posted on the network when she got it all together. Sure, she wasn't a fighter, but she was a very organized person (her words) and keeping everyone floating above water and keeping heads on those chickens was very important. If that was the only useful thing she had to contribute, then by god, she was going to do a bang-up job of it. Of course, she couldn't sit at a computer all day - now that things were sort of back to 'normal,' Claire wanted to do what she and Owen had talked about awhile ago. And that is, explore one or two of the levels of Redrum, Inc. that were blocked up - boarded up, no trespassing. She assumed there was a reason and maybe they could sniff out why. Or literally die trying, but it was worth a shot. "Ready to go?" she asked, powering down her computer. Then Claire took a moment to adjust her outfit - give the skirt a proper brushover, and do a check of the assets, also slip into her suit jacket. It was like wearing battle armor, okay? "Do I need to bring anything besides...um, a knife? And shoes for weapons just in case?" |