PSICOM's Lt. Claire Farron (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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witchesreign2012-03-25 09:35 pm
subjected) wrote in witchesreign2012-03-25 09:35 pm
[ action - monday ] ϟ [ 07 ]
[ Well, here's a somebody that hasn't been seen around at Balamb Garden itself in a while! Anyone out and about this early Monday morning is potentially witness to a rather unusual sight in context: it's Claire Farron alright, carrying with her the exact same things she had when she left some months ago- same gunblades, same bag, same neutral-colored manner of dress...
Albeit she's coming in rather than going out - a flouncing in reverse - and is noticeably less tidy, this time around. In fact, she has a distinctly travel-worn look to her, from her not-quite-as-tailored clothing down to the dark circles under her eyes and rather obvious fact that her pale pink hair was dyed brown up until a short time ago... and yet is now half-washed out at best, sporting a wavy quality the woman is usually so sure to keep straightened out.
Unfortunately, she doesn't have time to detour to her room before heading straight up to the headmaster's office, meaning she'll likely be not that mentally open to distractions. However, she can be caught should anyone prove brave enough... or at least be seen in passing, to what's sure to be her eternal annoyance as well. She even ducks into the cafeteria after her impromptu meeting for an apple or three left over from the cadets' breakfast--
Before promptly disappearing again, of course.
It's not until she's showered and slept in for a while that she's back... and looking deliberately stoic as ever as she watches cadets, SeeDs, and these strange intruders alike as she wanders the halls and leans against walls pointedly, half-devoured peach in hand or folded laptop under-arm. ]
Albeit she's coming in rather than going out - a flouncing in reverse - and is noticeably less tidy, this time around. In fact, she has a distinctly travel-worn look to her, from her not-quite-as-tailored clothing down to the dark circles under her eyes and rather obvious fact that her pale pink hair was dyed brown up until a short time ago... and yet is now half-washed out at best, sporting a wavy quality the woman is usually so sure to keep straightened out.
Unfortunately, she doesn't have time to detour to her room before heading straight up to the headmaster's office, meaning she'll likely be not that mentally open to distractions. However, she can be caught should anyone prove brave enough... or at least be seen in passing, to what's sure to be her eternal annoyance as well. She even ducks into the cafeteria after her impromptu meeting for an apple or three left over from the cadets' breakfast--
Before promptly disappearing again, of course.
It's not until she's showered and slept in for a while that she's back... and looking deliberately stoic as ever as she watches cadets, SeeDs, and these strange intruders alike as she wanders the halls and leans against walls pointedly, half-devoured peach in hand or folded laptop under-arm. ]
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[Somehow he doesn't think 'a wedding' is really high up on her priority list, for example. Then again, Snow assumes she doesn't have any personal investment in anyone here. Outside of Serah, Claire had done an excellent job convincing him that she had managed to shut down that sort of feeling.]
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At his response, with the word that there's nothing more he has to offer, the woman just... goes right back into walking past like she was originally planning, her boots sounding on the hard floor beneath them the only thing breaking her silence otherwise. ]