| Complete Storyline: Claire Danes |
[16 Apr 2012|05:34pm] |
( The Story So Far... )
Comments welcome in this post.
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| Claire Danes - Hello, Secret Santa |
[01 Jan 2011|03:35pm] |
[Public post to all Citadel Members]
Well, look at you! You got me a bathrobe. It's fluffy and lovely and soft, and I know I'll be using it a lot.
I hope it's all right with you that I'm dying it Easter Egg Purple. I thought it could use some more color to make it absolutely perfect.
If you want to be a secret, you can be a secret. Or you could tell me who you are so I could thank you properly, which would be awesome too...
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| Claire Danes and Santiago Cabrera - Wintergreen Gum and Rainbow Socks |
[17 Jul 2010|10:08am] |
[Current]
There's no set schedule for the phone calls, no predetermined date or time or even season. They just happen when they happen, usually without any planning whatsoever.
( Well. At least they do for Claire. )
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| Claire Danes and Chris Meloni. Well worth it at twice the price. |
[14 Apr 2008|10:16pm] |
[April 14, 2008.]
A night out listening to obscenely loud music followed by an evening of people watching at the club. Truly one of Claire's personal versions of heaven. She's sitting at the bar drinking the darkest beer they've got on tap (with a little umbrella in the glass because she thought it looked depressed), legs crossed as she watches the crowd idly.
He can't help but give a low whistle when he looks up. "Chris Meloni, this might just be your lucky night," he mutters to himself as he crosses the crowded floor, heading for the bar. Sidling up next to her, keeping out of her space--for now--Chris inhales the exotic sweet and spicy scent of the bitch boot wearing punk princess. "Iced tea. Unsweetened."
"Guinness, actually," Claire says, without looking over at the man right away. "The umbrella is misleading." With that, she turns her head and smiles at him. ( ''Oh, wait. That was for you.'' )
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| Claire and Julian. Up against the wall... |
[16 Dec 2006|08:38pm] |
[Occurs some time during the round of holiday concerts. Crossposted to ![[info]](http://www.journalfen.net/img/userinfo.gif) maestro_mcmahon]
"...and I think that's... tomorrow morning. No, I'm wrong, it's tomorrow afternoon that they're finalizing the last of the lighting," Claire double checks, then confirms, her eyes flickering up from her laptop to look at Julian. She's sitting cross legged on the first elevated flat surface she could find, her hair in rainbow-streaked twists sticking out all over her head, (two of which have pencils stuck through them) and she's wearing a denim skirt that's been slit vertically all the way around, pieced out with a red and white gingham material that looks like it came from the tablecloth in an Italian restaurant. ( Top it off with a pair of yellow high top sneakers and a black turtleneck that's been attacked with a bedazzler, and she's in fine Claire-form. )
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| Delivered to Shannon Leto... wherever the hell he is these days... |
[12 Sep 2006|11:35am] |
[September 12]
[Sent from somewhere on Jules McMahon's concert tour of the Far East.]
(Handwritten in green ink on the back of a postcard of a pair of Japanese sandals)
Shan,
We've been touring through Asia for the past couple months, and I found these in a shop somewhere god knows where. Somehow they just screamed you. No, I'm not sending you my panties... we both know I'm not wearing any. Keep getting in trouble, hope your tour's going well.
Claire Danes.
( Inside the box... )
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| Email from Claire Danes to Marcus Schenkenberg |
[21 Jul 2006|04:47am] |
[July 21.]
To: marcus.s@citadel.rpg
From: claire.danes@citadel.rpg
Subj: Re: O.o
Attachment: Revised Eastern Tour Schedule
Hey gorgeous,
I could tell you that yes, absolutely he misses you. That I can see it in his face, when he gets all distant and lost inside his head and it's not because he's thinking of the music. I could tell you that there are occasional bouts of snippycranky that I can only put down to being big flashes of Marcus-missage. I could even tell you that I just plain know how much he misses you, because if I can read anyone at this point- it's Jules.
But I don't have to, apparently. Because he went and told you all by himself.
Be good to yourself, and remember to send me pictures- I need to know what the trends in shoes are for next year. Feel free to throw in any shots of anyone good looking who likes girls while you're at it...
Take care of you,
Claire.
PS: The touring and performance schedule has gone through a few changes since the last one I sent you, so I'm attaching the current one. Now you'll be able to keep track of us no matter where we end up.
Claire.
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| Claire and Shannon Leto. Nice shoes... wanna fuck? |
[05 Jul 2006|01:15am] |
[July 5. Crossposted to sleto]
[Claire meets Shan after she attends a 30 Seconds to Mars concert. These would be the shoes that came up in this conversation between Jules McMahon and Claire. ]
Claire smells like beer. And not even good beer either, cheap, watered down domestic beer. It'll wash out of the jean skirt without a problem, but apparently beer and eight hundred dollar Manolo Blahnik shoes doesn't go. Ten minutes in the washroom trying to get them cleaned off, and it's a total failure. ( 'That'll be interesting to tell Jules... I hope that's a funny aneurysm...' )
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| Claire and Jules McMahon. The Japanese Maestro. |
[09 Jun 2006|12:48am] |
[Backstory- Spring of 2005.]
The girl's at a dead run by the time she get's to the dressing room door. She pounds on it, hoping beyond hope as she gasps for breath that the Maestro's assistant is inside.
Claire's got her ipod on, singing aloud to Fiona Apple, so it takes her a moment before she recognizes that there's someone at the door. Frowning, she flips her headphones off and pulls open the door, already in motion out of the dressing room before she even starts to speak. "Fill me in, do it fast," she says, gesturing for the girl to led off.
"I'm not sure what happened," the girl pants, retracing her steps back towards the stage, "They were playing and then all of a sudden they were screaming at each other--in Japanese." ( The truth of this is born out as they get closer to the stage and the sound of raised voices begins to assault them. )
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