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Claires Odd Encounter Sr Carmine
On a calm Wednesday afternoon, the serenity of Haven library's foyer is shattered by a shriek that pierces the air from outside. Claire, mid-conversation with a librarian about a book order, instinctively reaches for a handgun that's not there due to her outfit choices. Faced with a hysterical woman screaming for help to save her "baby" from a spruce tree, the library's patrons provide no help, merely recording the event on their phones. Resigned to her ruined outfit, Claire makes the bold decision to assist. She kicks off her heels for better traction and rips her skirt for mobility before bravely scaling the pine needle laden tree despite the scratches and tears to her stockings.
As Claire climbs higher, she faces setbacks both emotional and physical—feline mockery from a branch just out of reach, chilling winds against her scantily clad form, and the revelation that the "baby" is actually a child claiming to be a shifter and refusing to come down over a denied ice cream treat by his stepmother. With a mixture of irritation and concern, Claire insists they descend for safety. The boy, defiant and possessing shapeshifting abilities, transforms into a cat and tries to escape higher into the tree. Claire desperately grabs the cat mid-leap, only to fall through the branches with the child, barely managing to stop their fall just feet from the ground. Onlookers watch as the boy's stepmother yanks him from Claire without gratitude, and as the crowd dissipates, the hero is left alone, her efforts unrecognized and unthanked, a true sacrifice for a community that moves on too swiftly.
(Claire's odd encounter(SRCarmine):SRCarmine)
[Wed Dec 6 2023]
In the foyer
A wide, clutter free area serves as the entrance to the library though
patrons are channeled through one of several pairs of electronic pedestals
that keep library materials inside until they're properly lent. From here,
the layout of the building is most evident and then signs for each section,
at least on the first floor, can be seen clearly. The balconies to the
south and southeast too can be seen above, not quite extending completely
overhead and to the slanted glass roof that lets light stream into the area
during daylight hours.
A brightly colored children's section occupies a portion of the front of the
building to the east. A number of half height bookshelves strategically
define the area and wall in the tiny patrons who may or may not be
accompanied by adults.
It is afternoon, about 22F(-5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target has been flagged down by someone who wants their help getting their cat down from a tree.
)
On this chilly afternoon Claire finds herself in the foyer to the library. It's not too busy today on the middle of a Wednesday. Whether Claire was coming or going it doesn't matter because within a few moments she hears the most ear shattering shriek down the street. It's blood curdling, it can't be missed.
Everyone else hears it and even some ass in the back of the library goes 'shush' as if they think the scream was from within side the library, but it was most definitely outside.
Claire had been talking with the librarian about a book she had ordered through the inter-library loan system here in Haven, but she quickly jerks her head up as the shriek sounds out. Her hand reflexively reaches behind her to grab for the handgun that is normally tucked there in her waistband, but she comes up empty thanks to today's wardrobe decisions. Still she makes her way to the street cautiously, peeking out before pulling herself through the doorway.
There is quite the gathering down the street around a raving woman who screams again, "Someone help me! My baby!" she's gesturing wildly to a big spruce tree. Most everyone littered around is just a bystander, a few younger onlookers record on their phone as if filming a trainwreck but really its just a disaster of a blonde middle aged woman raving for someone to help her. At least two patrons try calling the police but in Haven, that often means nothing.
Through the noise and commotion the sound of someone crying can briefly be heard near the top of that big mighty tree, briefly proving that the raving blonde isn't just crazy. Merely panic'd.
Claire stands there looking incredulous at the scene in front of her, the crying baby, the woman screaming. She waits a few split seconds looking at the assembled for any signs of action and courage and finds little more than a ground of gawkers and phone recorders. She looks down at her outfit and says sadly, "I.. literally.. just bought this though." And then she is running across the street, surprisingly well in 3.5" heels, though she kicks off those pumps as she makes it to the grass, though she snatches one up and tucks it into the waist of her skirt. As she reaches the tree, she reaches down, sinks her thumbs into the fabric and rips straight through, shortening it dramatically to give her legs more room to breath before beginning to clamber up the tree."
Claire stands there looking incredulous at the scene in front of her, the crying baby, the woman screaming. She waits a few split seconds looking at the assembled for any signs of action and courage and finds little more than a ground of gawkers and phone recorders. She looks down at her outfit and says sadly, "I.. literally.. just bought this though." And then she is running across the street, surprisingly well in 3.5 inch heels, though she kicks off those pumps as she makes it to the grass, though she snatches one up and tucks it into the waist of her skirt. As she reaches the tree, she reaches down, sinks her thumbs into the fabric and rips straight through, shortening it dramatically to give her legs more room to breath before beginning to clamber up the tree.
All filming cameras go to the hero Claire who kicks off her heels and rips her skirt on purpose to make climbing possible. A hush falls over the crowd with only murmurs between them as they watch on. It's obvious right away that climbing a spruce is going to be hard as hell, the pine needles offer up a thousand scratches as Claire ascends, none deadly, but all annoying.
As Claire scales the tree she spots sight of movement on a higher branch. Letting her know she's quite close. There is another cry, but it's weirdly inhuman.
Claire clambers up branch by branch, relying more on adrenaline and fury as she feels her stockings tear in at least twelve places. Still as she gets close and hears those inhuman cries, she pauses a moment, reaching down to grab her tucked shoe, that heel her only form of self-defense as she continues up.
Feline eyes peek over a branch at Claire from a branch higher that is just out of reach. There is a meow from the creature that translates innately to 'fuck you' in the way that cats are capable of doing. The creature leaps then up to an EVEN higher branch. Is this the baby? The cries before were quite human.
As Claire gets higher in the tree the wind through the branches is quite chilly on her poorly clad form that is still being scratched by pine needles. "I don't want to go home." a human voice says after a moment, the cat, is not a cat, or at least not anymore. A human boy child sits on the branch threatening to snap it with the greater weight of an eight year old. Could it be a shifter?
Claire pulls herself up a little higher into the tree she says, "Well. You may not want to but you are causing everyone a scare, we are pretty high up and.." She looks down at all the cameraphones staring straight up her skirt, continuing, "I am not exactly at the most flattering angle to be photographed from, so let's say we get down to solid ground and THEN, you can consider where you want to be."
Claire says "And long as it is.. you know.. not in a tree."
The boy points to the base of the tree but from this height it's completely occluded from view by the branches and pine needles. Isolating the boy and Claire from the world, "That witch is my step mother. I hate her. She told me I couldn't have ice cream." he huffs then insolent as he eyes Claire. "I will stay up here forever." and this is said with the child-like naivty of a kid who means it, but doesn't understand the concept of time.
There is sound from below, it's generally the shrill blond woman crying and shrieking for attention to get help for her 'baby' even though Claire is here. Shes just screaming like some people do during high stress situations. The boy in the tree however has no fear up at these altitudes. Nor does Claire
Claire rolls her eyes as she says, "Look kid. Just be grateful you have someone looking out for you at all and concerned enough to be screaming her head off.. " Claire gives a sudden jolt as the branch she is holding onto shifts a bit. She winces a bit as she continues, ".. about your safety. That said, "Time to go kid. We can't stay up here. Far too dangerous.""
Claire rolls her eyes as she says, "Look kid. Just be grateful you have someone looking out for you at all and concerned enough to be screaming her head off.. " Claire gives a sudden jolt as the branch she is holding onto shifts a bit. She winces a bit as she continues, ".. about your safety. That said, Time to go kid. We can't stay up here. Far too dangerous." (format fix)
"Dangerous? Dangerous for you." The boy says, with the most bratty tone imaginable. He sticks his tongue out at Claire and then in a blur a tabby cat is in his place, it ascends higher with a leap to an even thinner branch above, then it looks down at Claire with cat-like attitude. Such a power in the hands of a child has clearly made a fearless brat out of him.
Holding onto the branch she is currently seated on by doing little more than squeezing her legs to it, Claire lunges both hands forward as the cat jumps just before it can get to the next branch, trying to grab hold of it in a somewhat desperate gambit while its momentum has it vulnerable in midair.
Claw, teeth and a angry yowl meet Claire's arms as she grabs hold of the 'cat' mid leap. The combined weight of the pair snaps the branch Claire reaches for, suddenly dropping both of them. Since Claire is physically inept in just about every metric that would matter, she's not fast enough to catch the first to branches and lacks the grip strength for the next branch after that. Ultimately like a cartoon Claire crashes through multiple branches which slow her descent at the cost of pain until she catches hold only a few feet above the ground.
"Can we still have ice cream?" the boy says as she shifts in Claire's arms, innocently asking now that he knows he lost.
ClaireClaire is quite fortunate that she has her fall broken five times by the trees shattering against her back. She thankfully manages to save the kid from harm amid her plummet and catch hold of a branch at the last second. Releasing and dropping to the ground with the kid in her arms, her plaps her head into the soft grass as onlookers crowd around. Flicking her eyes in the direction of the kid she just gives a groan.
Rushing over the blonde rips the boy from Claire's arms like she's a kidnapper, "My baby!" she exclaims in rejoice, despite it being a step kid to her. The blonde woman gives Claire no thanks as she yanks on the kid arm, scolding him on his way away from the tree. People gathered quickly get bored of gawking as well and leave Claire, the hero, to suffer.
As Claire climbs higher, she faces setbacks both emotional and physical—feline mockery from a branch just out of reach, chilling winds against her scantily clad form, and the revelation that the "baby" is actually a child claiming to be a shifter and refusing to come down over a denied ice cream treat by his stepmother. With a mixture of irritation and concern, Claire insists they descend for safety. The boy, defiant and possessing shapeshifting abilities, transforms into a cat and tries to escape higher into the tree. Claire desperately grabs the cat mid-leap, only to fall through the branches with the child, barely managing to stop their fall just feet from the ground. Onlookers watch as the boy's stepmother yanks him from Claire without gratitude, and as the crowd dissipates, the hero is left alone, her efforts unrecognized and unthanked, a true sacrifice for a community that moves on too swiftly.
(Claire's odd encounter(SRCarmine):SRCarmine)
[Wed Dec 6 2023]
In the foyer
A wide, clutter free area serves as the entrance to the library though
patrons are channeled through one of several pairs of electronic pedestals
that keep library materials inside until they're properly lent. From here,
the layout of the building is most evident and then signs for each section,
at least on the first floor, can be seen clearly. The balconies to the
south and southeast too can be seen above, not quite extending completely
overhead and to the slanted glass roof that lets light stream into the area
during daylight hours.
A brightly colored children's section occupies a portion of the front of the
building to the east. A number of half height bookshelves strategically
define the area and wall in the tiny patrons who may or may not be
accompanied by adults.
It is afternoon, about 22F(-5C) degrees, and the sky is covered by dark grey stormclouds.
(Your target has been flagged down by someone who wants their help getting their cat down from a tree.
)
On this chilly afternoon Claire finds herself in the foyer to the library. It's not too busy today on the middle of a Wednesday. Whether Claire was coming or going it doesn't matter because within a few moments she hears the most ear shattering shriek down the street. It's blood curdling, it can't be missed.
Everyone else hears it and even some ass in the back of the library goes 'shush' as if they think the scream was from within side the library, but it was most definitely outside.
Claire had been talking with the librarian about a book she had ordered through the inter-library loan system here in Haven, but she quickly jerks her head up as the shriek sounds out. Her hand reflexively reaches behind her to grab for the handgun that is normally tucked there in her waistband, but she comes up empty thanks to today's wardrobe decisions. Still she makes her way to the street cautiously, peeking out before pulling herself through the doorway.
There is quite the gathering down the street around a raving woman who screams again, "Someone help me! My baby!" she's gesturing wildly to a big spruce tree. Most everyone littered around is just a bystander, a few younger onlookers record on their phone as if filming a trainwreck but really its just a disaster of a blonde middle aged woman raving for someone to help her. At least two patrons try calling the police but in Haven, that often means nothing.
Through the noise and commotion the sound of someone crying can briefly be heard near the top of that big mighty tree, briefly proving that the raving blonde isn't just crazy. Merely panic'd.
Claire stands there looking incredulous at the scene in front of her, the crying baby, the woman screaming. She waits a few split seconds looking at the assembled for any signs of action and courage and finds little more than a ground of gawkers and phone recorders. She looks down at her outfit and says sadly, "I.. literally.. just bought this though." And then she is running across the street, surprisingly well in 3.5" heels, though she kicks off those pumps as she makes it to the grass, though she snatches one up and tucks it into the waist of her skirt. As she reaches the tree, she reaches down, sinks her thumbs into the fabric and rips straight through, shortening it dramatically to give her legs more room to breath before beginning to clamber up the tree."
Claire stands there looking incredulous at the scene in front of her, the crying baby, the woman screaming. She waits a few split seconds looking at the assembled for any signs of action and courage and finds little more than a ground of gawkers and phone recorders. She looks down at her outfit and says sadly, "I.. literally.. just bought this though." And then she is running across the street, surprisingly well in 3.5 inch heels, though she kicks off those pumps as she makes it to the grass, though she snatches one up and tucks it into the waist of her skirt. As she reaches the tree, she reaches down, sinks her thumbs into the fabric and rips straight through, shortening it dramatically to give her legs more room to breath before beginning to clamber up the tree.
All filming cameras go to the hero Claire who kicks off her heels and rips her skirt on purpose to make climbing possible. A hush falls over the crowd with only murmurs between them as they watch on. It's obvious right away that climbing a spruce is going to be hard as hell, the pine needles offer up a thousand scratches as Claire ascends, none deadly, but all annoying.
As Claire scales the tree she spots sight of movement on a higher branch. Letting her know she's quite close. There is another cry, but it's weirdly inhuman.
Claire clambers up branch by branch, relying more on adrenaline and fury as she feels her stockings tear in at least twelve places. Still as she gets close and hears those inhuman cries, she pauses a moment, reaching down to grab her tucked shoe, that heel her only form of self-defense as she continues up.
Feline eyes peek over a branch at Claire from a branch higher that is just out of reach. There is a meow from the creature that translates innately to 'fuck you' in the way that cats are capable of doing. The creature leaps then up to an EVEN higher branch. Is this the baby? The cries before were quite human.
As Claire gets higher in the tree the wind through the branches is quite chilly on her poorly clad form that is still being scratched by pine needles. "I don't want to go home." a human voice says after a moment, the cat, is not a cat, or at least not anymore. A human boy child sits on the branch threatening to snap it with the greater weight of an eight year old. Could it be a shifter?
Claire pulls herself up a little higher into the tree she says, "Well. You may not want to but you are causing everyone a scare, we are pretty high up and.." She looks down at all the cameraphones staring straight up her skirt, continuing, "I am not exactly at the most flattering angle to be photographed from, so let's say we get down to solid ground and THEN, you can consider where you want to be."
Claire says "And long as it is.. you know.. not in a tree."
The boy points to the base of the tree but from this height it's completely occluded from view by the branches and pine needles. Isolating the boy and Claire from the world, "That witch is my step mother. I hate her. She told me I couldn't have ice cream." he huffs then insolent as he eyes Claire. "I will stay up here forever." and this is said with the child-like naivty of a kid who means it, but doesn't understand the concept of time.
There is sound from below, it's generally the shrill blond woman crying and shrieking for attention to get help for her 'baby' even though Claire is here. Shes just screaming like some people do during high stress situations. The boy in the tree however has no fear up at these altitudes. Nor does Claire
Claire rolls her eyes as she says, "Look kid. Just be grateful you have someone looking out for you at all and concerned enough to be screaming her head off.. " Claire gives a sudden jolt as the branch she is holding onto shifts a bit. She winces a bit as she continues, ".. about your safety. That said, "Time to go kid. We can't stay up here. Far too dangerous.""
Claire rolls her eyes as she says, "Look kid. Just be grateful you have someone looking out for you at all and concerned enough to be screaming her head off.. " Claire gives a sudden jolt as the branch she is holding onto shifts a bit. She winces a bit as she continues, ".. about your safety. That said, Time to go kid. We can't stay up here. Far too dangerous." (format fix)
"Dangerous? Dangerous for you." The boy says, with the most bratty tone imaginable. He sticks his tongue out at Claire and then in a blur a tabby cat is in his place, it ascends higher with a leap to an even thinner branch above, then it looks down at Claire with cat-like attitude. Such a power in the hands of a child has clearly made a fearless brat out of him.
Holding onto the branch she is currently seated on by doing little more than squeezing her legs to it, Claire lunges both hands forward as the cat jumps just before it can get to the next branch, trying to grab hold of it in a somewhat desperate gambit while its momentum has it vulnerable in midair.
Claw, teeth and a angry yowl meet Claire's arms as she grabs hold of the 'cat' mid leap. The combined weight of the pair snaps the branch Claire reaches for, suddenly dropping both of them. Since Claire is physically inept in just about every metric that would matter, she's not fast enough to catch the first to branches and lacks the grip strength for the next branch after that. Ultimately like a cartoon Claire crashes through multiple branches which slow her descent at the cost of pain until she catches hold only a few feet above the ground.
"Can we still have ice cream?" the boy says as she shifts in Claire's arms, innocently asking now that he knows he lost.
ClaireClaire is quite fortunate that she has her fall broken five times by the trees shattering against her back. She thankfully manages to save the kid from harm amid her plummet and catch hold of a branch at the last second. Releasing and dropping to the ground with the kid in her arms, her plaps her head into the soft grass as onlookers crowd around. Flicking her eyes in the direction of the kid she just gives a groan.
Rushing over the blonde rips the boy from Claire's arms like she's a kidnapper, "My baby!" she exclaims in rejoice, despite it being a step kid to her. The blonde woman gives Claire no thanks as she yanks on the kid arm, scolding him on his way away from the tree. People gathered quickly get bored of gawking as well and leave Claire, the hero, to suffer.