Hit the Wave Pull me Under

Claire Temple, and apparently I'm a nurse for superheroes.

[the-nightnurse]

@xoxosuperman

As everyone’s attention was in the center of the room on whatever they were unveiling, Claire was on the hunt for another glass of champagne. She heard the crowd murmur as she finally found a waiter holding a full tray of sparkling glasses. Claire set down her empty one, and took another between her fingers. At the back of the crowd she turned to see what all the fuss was about when she noticed a man stagger backwards not far from her. He stepped into a hallway. Clearly, something was wrong. Forgetting how much her feet were starting to hurt and the alcohol in her hand as she discarded it on an empty table, Claire followed. “Hey,” she said turning into the hallway. “Are you okay?” Her eyes gazed over his face. “Clark right? The reporter…”

[xoxosuperman]

He’d just hung up his phone when he heard a voice behind him that made him jump. “Yeeesh!” He yelped as he simultaneously clapped his hand back over his eyes. “Oh sorry,” he apologized as he finally allowed himself to turn around, heart hammering away in his chest at his stupid moment of carelessness. “I just - did you kind of get blinded by the lights coming from that thing too? Cause I am just so…” Through his fingers, he could make out the concerned face of the Harlem nurse he’d run into at the doors, Claire. Uh oh, what excuse who not make her feel the need to examine hi right now. “…light sensitive right now. I’m sure it’s nothing though. Please, go back to party,” he waved off.

[the-nightnurse]

Claire has seen her fair share of weird behavior. Especially from people that were at this event tonight. So his refusal to look at her and instance to go back to the party was nothing new to her. But this is after all, why she was here. “Blinding? Not really. Though, I could really care less what that thing is.” Some strange artifact that was probably going to mean trouble for everyone here. Which also meant it was going to ruin her day. What else is new. “Are you sure you’re okay? I mean, you know I’m used to dealing with weird shit right?”

[the-nightnurse]

@xoxosuperman

As everyone’s attention was in the center of the room on whatever they were unveiling, Claire was on the hunt for another glass of champagne. She heard the crowd murmur as she finally found a waiter holding a full tray of sparkling glasses. Claire set down her empty one, and took another between her fingers. At the back of the crowd she turned to see what all the fuss was about when she noticed a man stagger backwards not far from her. He stepped into a hallway. Clearly, something was wrong. Forgetting how much her feet were starting to hurt and the alcohol in her hand as she discarded it on an empty table, Claire followed. “Hey,” she said turning into the hallway. “Are you okay?” Her eyes gazed over his face. “Clark right? The reporter...”

[nadirisms]

WHEN it’s revealed she goes onto her tiptoes to get a better look, but when it reaches her – she drops her glass of wine, it shattering onto the ground. dinah doesn’t even know what to do or what to say when it happens though, it’s instant. she knows it’s changed, it’s gone. 

“i’m – i’m so sorry, you didn’t get hit with the glass did you?” 

her voice is empty when she asks, unable to look anywhere but the floor. “or wine, it might stain.” 

(post plot drop!!)

[the-nightnurse]

Clairewas only mildly curious about whatever object they were unveiling. If she hadn’t gotten the invitation to this event, she probably wouldn’t have even known about it. So she didn’t try to inch closer or crane her neck to see it. She was far more interested in the woman beside her that suddenly dropped her glass of wine. And she saw her face. Something was definitely wrong. Claire set her glass down immediately, setting a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry about the wine. Are you okay?”

[orlassos]

SHE HAS FOUND HERSELF AT THE BAR, ALONE.     Not altogether a terrible place to be, with a glass of Pinot Noir     ——     a 1990 Domaine de la Romanee - Conti which she suspects Luthor had a direct hand in, somehow. The evening is already awash with what feels like a maelstrom of different personalities, all with their own gut feelings and goals, and Diana is more than happy to keep an eye on things from what feels like a vantage point of sorts. 

For now.

[the-nightnurse]

Claire needed something a little stronger. The champagne was good, but she didn’t feel fancy enough for it. Wine went straight to her head, so that’s wasn’t an option either. She arrived at the bar next to a gorgeous woman, a glass of red wine sitting next to her. “Can I get a gin and tonic please?” she asked the bartender. It wasn’t her usual go to cocktail, but it would do for now. She needed to stay sober anyway. Claire glanced at the woman next to her as she waited for her drink. “It’s an interesting place to people watch, isn’t it?”

[the-nightnurse]

xoxosuperman‌:

“Yeah, I get that. I’m not from New York, but I understand. You just feel safer when you know you can defend yourself.” He pulled out his notepad and shrugged. “It doesn’t have to be front page material,” he told her with reassuring smile. “I just want an honest recount of what someone like you has to put up with under all those territory squabbles.”

Claire paused before she answered. Because the last thing she needed to do was start talking about people like Matt, Jessica and Danny to a reporter. That could twist and bend her words in a way that wasn’t good for anyone. “I think the people that live here have learned to stand up for themselves after everything that’s happened. The Incident. Fisk. Crazy ninjas. With people like Luke Cage and Daredevil standing up for us we’ve been able to start taking out city back.”

[the-nightnurse]

owracle‌:

“ Speaking of cold for fashion, have you seen Thor though. “     She asked assuming she knew who Thor is. Everyone knew him, for sure.    “ I guess, it’s really cold there in Asgard if he could stand the New York weather shirtless. “     Barbara was thinking of pointing out that was not only warm but hot for fashion but she didn’t want to threw the lady off with her thought so she sealed her lips tight and keep the comment to herself.     “ So far…”   she echoed grimly as if it wouldn’t last long.    “ Yeah, so far, so good for me too. It’s kinda weird knowing a bunch of people but couldn’t really say hi because they don’t know you. “

Claire chuckled. “He was kind of hard to miss,” she said, glancing in the direction she saw him last. “Yep. There he is. Look, that reporter can’t even manage to look at his face...” she stifled a laugh. She nodded in understanding. “Yeah, really strange. I mean, I know who some of these people are, but I don’t know them. And I don’t appreciate when people think they know me, so I’m not going to do the same to them.” Claire shrugged. “Technically I guess I’m working tonight anyway. Which is weird, because you’d think that someone would have popped up with magic healing powers by now or something...”

[the-nightnurse]

blckhawkblake‌:

“One of these days, Temple. One of these days,” there was no mistaking the wistfulness in her voice as she glanced back towards wherever Thor was hovering. “Golly, built like a brick shithouse, I tell you what,” she looked back at Claire, holding out her hand. “I ain’t got no problem leadin, sister. Hop to it!” 

Claire followed her gaze, nodding in agreement. “I’m not gonna argue with that...” When Zinda offered her hand, Claire rolled her eyes. “Fine,” she said reluctantly. “But if I start to fall you have to rescue me. I’m sure you can do that, right? Honestly, doesn’t matter if you don’t. No one here knows me anyway. I’ll just be that chick in the red dress that fell at the Met Gala.” 

[the-nightnurse]

usedshield‌:

“ — And here I thought I was the only one. Did you owe someone A FAVOR too?” It was those he did not recognize that he was interested in: there was possibility there in a night filled with it. He held out his hand in greeting. “Roger Grant. Nice to meet you.” 

Claire shook her head. “Nah. I think he thinks he’s doing me a favor. Or something like that. Which, I guess in a way he is.” She pulls an ID badge from her clutch that included her picture, name and NURSE underneath it. “Technically I’m working. But only if something happens. Because what could possibly go wrong at an event like this probably filled with super powered people...?” She shook his hand. “I’m Claire. Nice to meet you, Roger. So who did you owe a favor?” 

[mathewmurdock]

daredevil rewatch → the man in the box

I’m done Claire. No more law. No more friends.

[blckhawkblake-blog]

HEAD HIGH, Zinda made a beeline to the table, maneuvering effortlessly through the crowd. In the most ladylike way possible, she elbowed a gentleman out of her way to plant her hands on a table and grin at the person across from her. 

“I won the bet,” she said. “That means you owe me a dance.” 

[the-nightnurse]

Claire laughed. “You really asked Thor if you could do a body shot off him?” She shook her head with a stifled laugh and threw her hands up in surrender. “Fine. You win. You’re going to have to hold me up in these damn things though,” she motioned to the heels she was wearing. 

[the-nightnurse]

cfbartcn‌:

He’s spent nearly TWO DECADES of his life working for S.H.I.E.L.D. & BLENDING IN so pretending to be just another happy guest at the gala isn’t particularly hard for him.  ( & it’s even easier with a face that ISN’T HIS. )  At this point there doesn’t seem to be anything SUSPICIOUS going on –––––

Clint glances at the woman who steps up next to him & offers a smile.  ❝ I suppose it depends on how they did it.  Looks like OIL ON CANVAS.  Probably a long time. ❞ 

Claire glanced at him, a little surprised. She turned her attention back towards the painting, then noticed a little plaque down at the corner, which was sure to provide the information she asked about. But it was definitely too far away for her to read. “How can you tell from way over here?” She glared at him with a smile. “Or are you cheating and you already know about this painting...?” 

[the-nightnurse]

owracle‌:

Claire. Claire. Claire. Barbara had read the entire guess list the previous night and now, she was scrubbing now her memories for whatever information she got. She got a match; Claire Temple, guess of Rand Enterprises. She ran a little background check of the company and well, it was something. But not on Claire. She had a feeling her invitation came through a personal channel. A friend, perhaps?    “ Well, you know what they say, the best things in life are free and that dress is totally one of the best. It’s nice to meet you, Claire. “     She said as she took her hand and gave it a polite shake.    “ The party’s going great, huh? “  

Claire looked down at the red sequins and beads covering the full length of  dress and shrugged. “It was the first one that looked good on me that covered more skin than it actually showed. I’m not much for suffering in the cold just for fashion,” she smiled. “I’d rather be warm for fashion. But I can hardly argue when I didn’t have to pay for it myself.” She adjusted the small train of her dress so no one would step on it. “Sure. I mean, it’s not like I go to many of these, but it seems good so far. Even though I only know about two people. How about you?” 

[the-nightnurse]

xbarryxallen‌:

“Wha?” Barry stammered, distracted some from his utter bewilderment at being there. He hadn’t even had time to notice the painting. At least not right away, and wasn’t that just sad? An actual giant painting that was almost floor to ceiling. That was impressive. Barry didn’t have to understand art to know that that was a pretty magnificent thing. “Wow…uh…I mean a month at least? I don’t know how paintings work though, so your guess is as good as mine. Do you like art?”

Claire glanced over at the man while taking a sip from the champagne glass. She swallowed with a little smile. He seemed to feel about out of place as she did. She chuckled. “Me neither. When I took an art class in college I hardly had the patience to stay in that class for an hour and a half. I’m impressed with art, but... I’m not sure I know how to appreciate it the way that some other people do. How about you? Do you appreciate art?” She reached her open hand out to him. “I’m Claire by the way.” 

[snakeyedemon]

@the-nightnurse

HE bumps into a woman, hand reaching out to steady her automatically. “ugh – this place is getting crowded,” 

[the-nightnurse]

Bumping her in these heels were dangerous. Luckily, the man that did so also reached out to keep her from possibly falling over. Claire grabbed his arm out of instinct, until she had her balance again. “Yeah. I noticed. Thank you for saving me. These heels are definitely my enemy right now.” 

[the-nightnurse]

xoxosuperman‌:

Clark shrugged. “Heh, well I guess word gets around if you know where to look. And yeah, I get that. My wife usually carries around something like that too, but we’ve been reassured the security here is very good.” He paused for a few seconds to consider it, then ventured to ask, “Say, while I have you here, may I ask a few questions regarding the state of crime in New York from you? You just seem like you’d have a very unique perspective on the whole situation.”

Claire shrugged. “People always say that, and things always happen. But I like being prepared. Living in New York, I’m pretty sure most of us are that way now.” She was surprised, considering his question for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. I’m not sure what I would have to say about it though that would be worth writing about.” 

[uwsrogues]

LEX LUTHOR DOES NOT SUFFER FOOLS WITHOUT GOOD REASON     ——     but given a reason, he is capable of exuding the qualities of the most patient man on earth. And, despite the thoroughly unexpected appearance of one Crown Princess of Madripoor, Lex finds himself in a patient mood as the Met Gala enters full swing.

❝     I trust the evening is treating you well thus far.     ❞     

[the-nightnurse]

Claire has finally gotten away from the flashes of all the cameras and inside. It had been years since she’d been to the museum. But she never remembered it looking like this. Fancy as fuck. Much more exquisite than anything she’d ever experienced. When a shirtless Thor stomped by her Claire struggled not to choke on her champagne, wiping her mouth or the evidence, followed by a laugh. She was still laughing when she nodded to the man who approached her. “Yes. At least so far,” she responded before her eyes flicked to his face. Holy shit. She’d seen him on television before. “This is my first... of anything like this.”

[usedshield]

It was odd — standing out in the middle of a room filled with people he knew and not being recognized by a soul. It was halfway towards being A GHOST, he swore to god. He could tell he wasn’t the only one who felt OFF that evening. “First time to an event like this?” 

[the-nightnurse]

Claire barely knew anyone personally at this event. She did catch a glimpse of Maria Hill earlier, and of course she did recognize a few faces. Everyone did. With a glass of extremely expensive champagne in her hand, she tried to look as if she belonged here.... but she clearly didn’t. At least she found a dress that tries to help her fit in. Hopefully she was sitting next to someone that she knew. She had to remember to give Danny a piece of her damn mind later for signing her up for this. She turned toward the man who settled in next to her. “Is it that obvious?” She chuckled. “I was forced against my will.”