Casmas Clan: Josiah and Clara

~ Clara Clara walked through the house, wondering what she was going to do now. The town was completely flooded by the recent typhoon. Her basement was full of dirty water over four feet high because of said storm, and her father was after her for their moving plans. Yet none of that was what was bothering her now.

Looking out the top floor window, Clara closed her eyes as her hand lowered to her stomach. She was so screwed. She couldn't tell her father, he would totally flip out over it. And the father of her child, with whom she did have a long term relationship, decided to dump her shortly after he found out.

"Don't tell anyone it's mine and stay away from me. If you see me, don't approach me, just walk away."

Were his exact words. What great parting words, from someone who once said they cared greatly for you. What a load of crap. Sighing deeply, Clara opened her eyes and stared outside once more. Oh great, there was her father, heading inside the house. Probably still searching for her. Closing her eyes once again, Clara relaxed her mind, a great feat considering, and focused her attention on the outside. At a slight bump under her feet, she opened her eyes and looked around. She was now standing outside, the slight breeze rustling through her shorn blonde hair. Smiling, she decided to go for a small walk.

Even with the storm that just passed through, the small town Clara lived in hadn't really suffered from any true damage. Just some slight flooding in the basements of the few houses that had one. The whole town was basically beachfront property, so it wasn't much of a change. The only difference was, this small coastal town was owned by the Casmás Clan. A Clan of shapeshifting felines who scared the crap out of everyone. Clara of course was not the exception; she was absolutely terrified of all animals. Though felines were not the highest up on her list of 'frightening animals'. Those would be canines. She shuddered just at the thought of a canine being around.

At the end of the block rested a large playground, for adults and children. In the middle of the playground sat a double, side by side, sandbox. They were four feet wide, by twelve feet long. Clara wasn't quite certain why they needed such a large sandbox, much less two, but perhaps it was because of the sixty-year-old man, wearing a Speedo, attempting to swim in the sand. She shook her head and turned her attention to the sitting area of the park. Where a small food cart sat, serving the park's guests.

And there he sat. Tall, sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and just so tempting. But no, she would not succumb. He no longer wanted anything to do with her. Lifting her head higher when his gaze rose to meet hers, Clara turned on a heel and started to leave the playground.

So much for staying away from the house and her father for a while. She might as well just return home and find out when he was planning their move. Perhaps she could use a bucket to clean out the water in the basement? Anything to take her mind off of him. So much for trying to get something to eat as well.

Clara hadn't made it halfway down the sidewalk before someone had grabbed onto her arm and swung her around to face them. She had to look up, way up, considering she was only four feet tall and he was well over six, to look into the face that had been haunting her dreams this past month.