27 November 2012 @ 10:51 pm
019 ❖ Occam's Razor  

[The news have spread. Everybody in town is a copy - a phony. She remembers arguing with that one kid - Pokey, was it? - months ago; he had his theories, and she shot them down.

She was always afraid he'd be right.

Maybe she should have just stopped hanging on to hope once it turned out the town was a simulation. If the town's fake, so are they.

Maybe it's silly to come to the phone at a time like this--

But it feels like it's what she has to do.]

So we're all fakes. People called it, I guess.

[A pause that lasts a little too long.]

What's the point now? What the hell are we - [she groans] - fighting for?

15 September 2012 @ 10:20 pm
018 ❖ insert all the lyrics to butterflies & hurricanes here  
[Action: 456 Stone]

[Clover is scared.

It's not the first time. The half-droning back during Christmas was terrible. The surgery? She still had nightmares about it, sometimes. The zombies... not as bad as you'd think, but still not something she'd like to see again. The carnival? Fuck the carnival, and fuck the weird death-y dejá vù too, whatever that was.

But it's different, this time - like the voice she heard is still echoing inside her, crushing her lungs and making her heart beat too fast.

She has been pacing around the room for too long. She needs to make a call.]

[Phone; filtered from drones]

Uh... So...  [Her voice sounds shakier than usual. Welp, there's no hiding how terrified she is, is there?] So I was in the last portal-- dunno what the fuck came over me, but--

[No, no. No, Jesus fuck, no.

She knows what to say, but not like this.]

Ahhh, forget it.

[filtered to close CR (feel free to bug me if you're not sure); very much unprotected against drones of close CR]

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10 July 2012 @ 10:15 pm
017 ❖ And I continue to be 100% normal  
Action: Stone Street )

Phone )
18 June 2012 @ 09:09 am
016 ❖ The Greatest Twist Yet  

[Oh, damn, you can almost hear Clover breathing into the receiver.] Mother of shit.

I just looked at the goddamn calendar.

[Whatever this is about, it must be serious. She sounds absolutely mindblown.]

My birthday was last motherfuckin' week.

Thanks a bunch, Mayfield! Lovin' my time here, ya know?! God, fuck this town.
07 June 2012 @ 11:59 am
015 ❖ nope nope not telling you about feelings  

Uh. Sorry for bein' an asshole the past week or so. I mean, yeah, everyone was actin' weird, but-

[But she feels she has to apologise for being so unnecessarily awful, even if everyone knows why she was acting that way. Because, when she thinks about it, she gets the feeling whatever happened to make her like that couldn't have been that significant.

When she thinks about it, she wasn't even acting that different.]

... But hey. Don't want anybody thinkin' I just go around beatin' people up for kicks and pickin' on little kids. I ain't like that.

Unless ya deserve it. Like... like What's-His-Face. Dude who's always bein' totally fuckin' creepy on the phone, all "Ooo, but are you sure about your truuue seeeeelves?" That guy.

He's a dick.

Action: Mayfield High )

01 June 2012 @ 09:33 pm
014 ❖ If you hadn't been there  
AU info )

[Mayfield High]
[It's just another crappy old day in Mayfield, and Clover is itching for some action. Her kind of action, not the town's idea of fun or anything, thank you very much.

So she is not very subtly on the prowl. A lot like a big predator hunting for helpless little critters, except somewhat less intimidating because Clover is a 15-year-old girl and kinda short. She tries, though, and her scowl could certainly make particularly sensitive beholders shriek and cry. The really sensitive ones. Maybe.

Not that she's thinking about any of that. Her main thoughts at the moment are, more or less,
"I've got a goddamn reputation, I wanna punch someone's face in and I give no fucks."

And that's exactly what she's looking to do.]

[Around Mayfield]
[Did she succeed? Who knows? I sure don't yet. Either way, her search continues even as she heads home.]
05 May 2012 @ 10:30 pm
013 ❖ This post oozes maturity  

Y'guys can't be serious about prom, c'mon. I mean, I guess I get the people who don't know about it bein' excited, except that's also dumb as hell because ya don't know about it! It's nothin' to get excited over, believe me.

The people who do know, though? You're even dumber. For fuck's sake, I haven't been here that long, and I can tell ya one thing: prom is the kinda thing Mayfield would take as prime mindfuck material. But hey, maybe anyone who turns up is enough of a moron to deserve whatever happens!

I'll be stayin' home, thank ya very much.

11 April 2012 @ 09:47 pm
[Action; 456 Stone Street]

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[Action; Stone Street]

[If you're outside, you might just notice Clover running out her front door with little apparent regard for what lies in front of her, judging by how she nearly knocked the poor door off its hinges in her rush to get out.

It's hard not to be in a hurry when you're being chased by a horde of angry bees.]


[Later, after she's gotten out of her predicament, Clover decides a phone call would be a good idea.] Yo, guys. I just wanna--

[Wait, what was she even going to say? Was she just gonna go "Hey, Equius, when you were here before, we sparred a bunch and now I'm freakishly strong again so we could give that another go!"? "Fang, get your ass over here and watch me knock out this idiot drone in one punch"? Ugh, she really should have thought this through better, she tells herself as her free hand idly slides off the back of her neck and, without thinking, she smacks the table in--


Oh, shit.

04 April 2012 @ 12:21 pm
011 ❖ Much more pleasant than murder, actually  
((OOC: Hey! I'd like to apologise to the people I've plotted with for the general lateness of this post; I ran into a few complications. I sincerely hope I'm not causing you any trouble! Also, if we haven't plotted anything but you'd like to jump in anyway, do go ahead!))

[Action: Around Mayfield, basically whenever]

[It's true that Clover wasn't entirely sure about doing what Mayfield told her to do - not at first. But she had heard about last year's penalties, and if what they're doing this year doesn't look so bad on the surface, then it makes all kinds of sense that the new penalties will be far more bloody and horrifying, right? So, that was her first incentive to go out and... get some cans of paint. She's not very good at pranks.

The second incentive quite probably sprang from seeing her first prank was an overwhelming success and Reimu cried like a little baby.]

Pranking Death )

Pranking Simba (Pending?) )

[Action: 456 Stone Street]

[Okay, so she ran out of paint way sooner than she'd expected. But there's got to be something she can use on the little shit who forged the note, right? Something other than a punch in the face, that is, since, well--

Whoa, hold on there, Clover sees three dollars just lying there on her desk! Not a fortune, but who is she to say no to
free money?

It takes her at least thirty seconds of frustrated grunts to accept the fact that they are firmly glued to the desk and not moving any time soon.]

22 March 2012 @ 10:08 pm
010 ❖ Bustin' Makes Me Feel Good  
[A. Action; Backdated to yesterday; around Mayfield]

[People who know Clover should be aware she normally has a bit of a temper.

Well, today, she's gotten some slime on her, and she is absolutely furious.

Furious because Mayfield is a hellhole and because the slime is gross and because she just
is and there's a nagging feeling in the back of her mind that something important is missing and that just pisses her off even more.

If you're a friend of hers and happen to cross her, be prepared to deal with loud tirades about nothing and, quite possibly, environmental damage. If you're not her friend, god have mercy on your soul. Except, well, she's just a normal person and she can't hurt you much, especially if you've got powers yourself, but.]

[B. Phone/Action; Equally backdated; 456 Stone Street]

[If you're anywhere in the vicinity, you'll hear something very curious. If you're paying attention to the phone lines, you'll hear it too:]

Fuckin'... Stop-- I'm tellin' ya-- GRK--


[C. Action; Today; around Mayfield]

[Oh, thank goodness, it looks like someone got some of that happy smile on Clover! Look how she's grinning!

Wait... Why is she running towards you?]

15 February 2012 @ 09:22 pm
009 ❖ Just around the corner wafting close  
[A: Action, around Mayfield; backdated to yesterday]

[Wow, Clo looks pretty happy today as she strides through Mayfield. This is because she's high on carnations. So high on that sweet, familiar smell. Mmm. She has a few people to see, but if you want, you can approach her too. Just be prepared for her to declare you her brosis for life. Or perhaps your own scent will overpower her feelings of familiarity...? It's up to you, really.]

[B: Phone]

Alright, let's get the completely fuckin' obvious outta the way right now: all that lovey-dovey crap I did yesterday? Forget about it.

... And if I did anythin' else that's insane and that maybe I don't remember because hell, who knows all the stuff those flowers really did, forget 'bout that too.


... Nope, that's it.

07 February 2012 @ 11:00 pm
Action; 456 Stone, yesterday )


Hey! Is everybody okay now? I mean, I figure you are, and it's not like I give a damn about every single one of ya, but... just checkin'.

Also, I wanna thank everyone who ran into me when I wasn't feelin' so good, alright? Since, y'know, I couldn't do it then. I know I got off kinda easy, but to hell with that - I had a free pass to bust shit up, no catch involved, and I was too fuckin' mopey to take it! The guy's called Will, right? Will, ya better give me another chance now that I'm actually thinkin' straight.

Anyway, I'm openin' a store and I guess I could use some associates. Who's with me?

[Action; at the Park]

[Clover sits on a bench, apparently relaxing. Every so often, she follows the local wildlife with her gaze and mutters:] ... Man, this sucks.
30 January 2012 @ 12:36 pm
007 ❖ Breakfield  
Cut for wordy lamentations )

((OOC: Clover's been at the factory and she was hit by mental changes - namely, an extremely low emotional state, high distrust of others and also some partial, there-now-gone-the-next-minute amnesia. Due to this, it's not very likely that she will be talking to people of her own volition for the duration of the event, so if you want to reach her, this post is your best bet. ;; As such, please feel free to forward-date your tags by a few days if it works best for you!))

24 January 2012 @ 12:02 pm
006 ❖ Like a caged animal  
[Phone; backdated to the 20th]

There isn't a single fuckin' safe place in this whole damn town, is there? Ya'd think a school would be fine, what with all the people roamin' around, but nope! Goddamn maniacs can get ya anywhere!

Kid! You'll know if you're the one! I want ya to fall into a pit, break every single fuckin' bone in your body, and get a big damn rusty rake shoved up your ass!

.... That's all.

-- Wait, no, shit, it isn't. Satou, you're listenin', right?

I don't care what ya say, I'm not lettin' ya be alone at school anymore.

[Action; near the Dairy; some time before the raid]

[Normally, Clover would be all up for an attack like this, but what happened last Christmas - and specifically, the 24-hour droning - still weighs on her mind. Plus, the leaked phone call was so ominous, there's no way there isn't something terrible awaiting everyone in there.

If she knows you and sees you coming close, you can count on her trying to talk you into leaving.]

Current Mood: scared
14 January 2012 @ 06:45 pm
005 ❖ Forward-dated to the 16th | Phone  
So everybody's lost three days, right? The shitty movie clichés keep on pilin' up! I know not all of you guys come from places that actually have movies... or... somethin', I'm guessin' the people like that Key-Fu monk come from the past or some mirror dimension or whatever... But anyway, not all o' ya are familiar with this stuff, so here's my best guesses as to what they did this time:

OPTION A: Trackin' devices. I mean, that was my first guess, but then I figured they can already fuckin' track us as it is.
OPTION B: Brainwashin' chips. Check your whole damn bodies, people. I thought I might've had somethin' in my shoulder or in my head, but I can't feel anythin'. Sure, maybe that just means they're that well hidden, but check anyway.
OPTION C: ... I got nothin'. They already kinda pulled the amnesia bullshit last month, so it can't be that. Share your ideas, I guess.

Now, 'scuse me, I got somethin' to do. It's a bit late, but fuck if I'm goin' back on my word.


Who are you?
Who, who, hoo-hoo?
Who are you?
Who, who, hoo-hoo?
I really wanna know!

[For the record, Clover is not a very talented singer.]

Come on tell me, who are you, you, you, OHH, YOUUUU?!

Current Mood: defiant