Silver Lining | Clara & Lillian 

lillianlawrence:

Why was Lillian out in the fields? She wasn’t even sure. To pretend she was setting up the wedding? The very thing she’s been trying to destroy all this time? No… she came out here to think about everything. Like she always did. That bottle of emotions she kept so tight, was beginning to form cracks. Bits and pieces were streaking out, threatening to drive her to the boiling point. She hears a voice behind her. A familiar one. But wait, it couldn’t be. “Oh my god… Clara?” she says shocked. She drops some of the decorations she was holding and runs over. “How in the world did you get here? How have you been? It’s been, god, years!” She smiles and just like that the cracks begin to fix themselves. Finally, someone from her past who she was happy to see. Someone who doesn’t know how fucked up Lillian really is. “I’m so glad to see you!” But then a thought comes. It was only a seedling, but it planted fast in her brain. Now Clara was in danger of dying. And since she was here… it meant she had a double. No. Not Clara too. Can’t anyone be spared from this horrible mess? But Lillian refuses to show her true fear show. Keep smiling.

When Lillian recognized her, Clara almost felt herself smiling. No, she was. She was smiling. She laughed as the decorations scattered on the ground, and she walked towards the cheery brunette. The girl with doe-eyes and a smile was someone from Clara’s past. They met on a trip Clara took to find her brother. She has wandered the entirety of the East Coast, and still came up with nothing, but on her venture, she’d stopped in Virginia and she’d made unlikely friends with the ever smiley Lillian. Clara wasn’t the type to care enough to fake smiles, but maybe that was because she was programmed for it. She never really tried, she just never let her inner feelings show, no matter how much she was screaming on the inside, outside she was stoic. The ever present smile faltered. It was only for a split second, and hadn’t Clara been so observant, she may never have noticed, for it returned brighter than ever. “I guess you made it over this way too, what a weird coincidence, isn’t it?” She laughed and shook her head, still oblivious to the dangers she could face. Clara wasn’t sure she was making her stay permanent, she usually didn’t stick around long anywhere. She was a bird, birds flew the nest, and then they flew some more, and after a while, Clara always spread out her wings. “You okay? What are you doing here, anyway? How did you find this place?” It’s kind of creepy, Clara thought to herself, but bit down on her tongue. She wasn’t going to acknowledge the weirdness of it all. It was better to ignore it.

Silver Lining | Clara & Lillian 

Clara had been making rounds through the old building. She shivered, as goosebumps raised the hair on her arms. After reading through the files of the girl in the mirror, she’d been thoroughly freaked out by this place, and everything in it. She was starting to pry herself away from the group, taking it all in like small gasps of air. It was suffocating her. They said it was like drowning. The words ran across her mind like a constant reminder. She bit down on her lip and shook herself out of her own paranoia. Come on, Clara. Don’t let this shit get to you. You’re just one of the few people left on the whole entire planet. It’s really no big deal. She rolled her eyes at her own naivety. She knew she’d have to figure out what this all meant sooner or later, but she chose later. Clara hoped to close her eyes on the whole thing. The blonde version of her kept creeping into her mind. It was as if she’d become incapable to block her out. Something Clara was good at. She was used to blocking out things. Bottling them up, and never setting them free. An iron lock and key. Swallowed, destroyed, untraceable. Her thoughts belonged to her, and only her, and she wouldn’t let some psycho from years ago poison them and take control. Clara took a deep dry breath, and exhaled slowly.

She was busying herself with wandering, and figured she could definitely use a solid distraction. Looking out a dusty window, she spotted Lillian out in the fields. She seemed to be doing something productive. Clara remembered when she first met Lillian. She was bright, and happy. It was refreshingly out of the ordinary, especially when given the circumstances. Clara walked around and made her way out into the sunlight, feeling a weight lift off of her. She eyed the big concrete building, before turning back on her heel and heading towards Lillian. “Hey. Need a hand?” She asked, squinting in the sunlight. 

Lucy in the Sky | Closed 

Clara’s dark hair contrasted against the green grass as her head layed against the soft patches. Her eyes were closed, and the sun was beating down on her, warming her face. Strands of the darkest shade danced in the wind, as her lips parted, a soft singing escaping her usually pursed lips. “Cellophane flowers of yellow and green, towering over your head. Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes, and she’s gone. Lucy in the sky with diamonds.” A sigh followed and she took a deep breath of the open air.

Clara wasn’t sure when she left the warm spot on the grass. She wasn’t sure where her basket was, and whether or not she was dreaming. She looked around the library, and curiously peered over the rows of dust covered books. A matte black leather book caught her eye. Unlike the others, it wasn’t covered by years of being untouched. It was crisp, as if someone had recently looked it over. She could tell the book was aged, the pages were frayed and yellowed. The script inside was scrawled and messy. She flipped through the pages, and found herself bored by all the scribbles. It appeared to be some kind of case study. She placed it on the table and started off in the other direction. As she was reaching for the door to go search for her basket, she felt a cool gust of wind enter through the broken window on the other side of the room. With it, came a thud. The book had opened, and the pages were flipping in the wind. It called to her, and her curiosity overcame her. Walking over, she looked at the page it had stopped on. Clara reached for the frayed picture. The blonde in it reminded her of someone she used to know. Her smile was glowing, and her eyes wide with excitement. A sudden gasp escaped Clara’s lips as she dropped the picture, her hands coming up to cover her mouth. She stared down at the photo, her brow furrowing and her thoughts racing. Who was this? Why did she look so much like her? Clara quickly picked up the photograph and stuck it inside the book. She fumbled to close it and exited the library with more questions than she had answers.

The Patient Files | Lucille Amelia Clarke

Seventeen | When Lucy was admitted into the asylum, it wasn’t as if she was a harm to anyone. She was blissfully within her own world. She was living in a life of fantasies. After a while, some of the things she was saying matched up with some of the things other patients were heard speaking about, patients she’d never met before. Lucy was a bright girl, who smiled and laughed, and got along with the people she met, but she became cold in peculiar instances, and suffered from random outbursts of anger. She would often be having a perfectly normal day, and then snap on one of the nurses. She spent lots of days in solitary, where some of the nurses reported she would ‘tell herself stories’. Lucy went missing after a therapy session with her Psychiatrist. She was never seen again.

Diagnosed with: Alice-in-Wonderland syndrome (AIWS, named after the novel written by Lewis Carroll), also known as Todd’s syndrome, is a disorienting neurological condition that affects human perception. Sufferers may experience micropsia, macropsia, or size distortion of other sensory modalities. A temporary condition, it is often associated with migraines, brain tumors, and the use of psychoactive drugs. It can also present as the initial sign of the Epstein-Barr Virus. Anecdotal reports suggests that the symptoms of AIWS are fairly common in childhood, with many people growing out of them in their teens. It appears that AIWS is also a common experience at sleep onset. Alice in Wonderland Syndrome can be caused by abnormal amounts of electrical activity causing abnormal blood flow in the parts of the brain that processes visual perception and texture.

Tape Transcriptions, January 21, 1989

Static.

Psychiatrist, Dr. Edward Scott: Lucy, what can you tell me about what you think is going to happen?

Lucy: It’s all going to be fine. They tell me these things, you know. They told me we’d be alright. We just have to find it first.

Dr. Scott: Who, Lucy? And find what?

Lucy: There’s a place for us. They say it’s like drowning though. The emptiness makes it hard to breathe. It’s like there’s too much space.

Dr. Scott: Who is it who told you these things, Lucy?

Lucy: The stars. Sometimes the ocean waves as they crash against the sea. Sometimes even the wind whispers it to me. Can’t you hear it?

Dr. Scott: Hear what, Lucy?

Lucy: The singing. It’s beautiful. It’s like the sound love makes, or butterfly wings. Close your eyes and listen.

Dr. Scott: Lucy?! Lucy, this isn’t funny. Lucy, come ou— Static.

Dr. Scott closed his eyes, but when he opened them, the blonde was no where to be found. No footsteps were left in her wake, and the door looked as though it hadn’t been touched since they entered. Lucille Clarke was never seen again. 

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Clara Dunn // The Patient File 

Name of Character: Clara Elizabeth Dunn

Favorite Music: Elvis Costello and the classics. Clara always listened to them with her father, such as Frank Sinatra and The Beatles, up until she turned thirteen, when he tragically passed away. When she’s alone, she’ll hum such songs and let them play over like a memory in her mind. She used to listen to indie-esque music before the silence kicked in, such as Bon Iver, A Day to Remember, Florence & The Machine, Mumford & Sons, Sara Bareilles, Angus & Julia Stone, Gotye, Arctic Monkeys, and Foster the People.

It’s empty in the valley of your heart. The sun, it rises slowly as you walk away from all the fears and all the faults you’ve left behind. The harvest left no food for you to eat. You cannibal, you meat-eater, you see; but I have seen the same. I know the shame in your defeat. But I will hold on hope, and I won’t let you choke on the noose around your neck. And I’ll find strength in pain. And I will change my ways, I’ll know my name as it’s called again. ‘Cause I have other things to fill my time, you take what is yours and I’ll take mine. Now let me at the truth, which will refresh my broken mind.

— The Cave, Mumford & Sons

Siblings: Clara has an older brother she never speaks about, Christian, because they lost touch. He hated their mother, and left one night, telling her that he’d come back for her someday. She secretly waits for someday to arrive, although she’d never show it.

Relationship to family: When he father died of cancer, Clara’s mother was in shock. She lost touch with the world. Sooner or later reality hit and it only made her more distant. She worked hard, but when she came home every night, Clara could see the light leave her hollowed out eyes. After Christian left, she only got worse, and most weekends were a blur of Clara taking care of her, and putting her to bed each night.

Flaws: Clara can put up a cold front, and block out her emotions. She works on a logic level, and is clever and witty, sometimes too much so for her own good. She can make quips and knows better how to make enemies than friends. Inside she’s much more than she portrays on the surface. She has sticky fingers, and it isn’t exactly against her moral code to take what she wants when she wants it. She’s always been a fighter, and a leader, doing what she needs to do to get herself where she needs to go. 

Three relationships to other characters in the group: 

Current weakness: Clara is allowing herself to become attached to the people she’s surrounded by, causing her to feel weak. She’s not trusting enough to let anyone help her, and when she needs it, it’s not certain whether or not she’ll be smart enough to voice it. Her intentions aren’t always good, but she’s likely to soften.

Desires: Clara’s always lusted after excitement. Her thrills come from the reactions she pries out of the people she’s with. Her desires are usually at someone’s expense, one way or another. She’s been known to play with emotions for her own pleasure.

Clothing style: Clara’s always had a high style fashion, but in the most casual way. She never worried about her clothes, she usually had bigger things on her mind. But she has her shallow moments, and keeps herself up to par.

Most common personality traits: Sarcastic. Clara has a fair sense of humor, but she usually takes the subtle route to keep herself from the rest of the world. Strong. Clara has a never back down attitude, and she’s grown up wise. She keeps her feet on the ground, even when her head is in the clouds.

Favorite Quote(s): 

Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.

 — Neil Gaiman

You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

— Paul Varjack, Breakfast at Tiffany’s

Most missed person or luxury from pre-left behind world:  Hot baths. Clara was always fond of the simple things. Mostly because she noticed them. She was a heavy thinker, but hardly shows that side of herself at all. She misses the parties, the carelessness. The idea that it couldn’t get worse.

Double’s name:  

Feelings toward Double:  

Anything else we should know? Behind her cold exterior, Clara has a softer side. She’s usually not willing to show it off, and most comments she makes are quippy and have a hint of bitch throw in with them. When she tries, she tries. She gives it her all, and she won’t hurt someone she cares about, but she’s a cynic about who’s really worth caring for. Her shell is hard to crack, but well worth the try.

Well, fuck. 

chloehawthorne:

“Great, found this in Brent’s room this morning” pulls a flask out of her back pocket and twists the top off, smelling it, “Have you met my brother yet?” she handed it to her. 

Clara smirked and took the flask from the dark haired girl’s hand. “You sure now how to welcome someone to the end of the world, Chloe.” She smelt the fermented whiskey and tilted her head back, and took a swig, feeling it burn down her throat. “Brent? Maybe. Tall, dark, arrogant? That one?” Clara smiled, playing off indifference to the guy who had convinced her to stick around. At least for a little while.

Well, fuck. 

chloehawthorne:

I suppose we’ve sort of forgot what fun is lately. Hi Clara, does a flask of whiskey count? 

Perfect timing for me to come along, then. And you know what, Chloe, it certainly does.