[Claire honestly hadn't believed that her troubles would be over the moment she got off Isla Nublar. It was true that perhaps the threat of being devoured by a rampaging Indominus rex was no longer a concern, thanks to a tag team of equally carnivorous dinosaurs. However, her work was far from over.]
[Another possible outcome was that the board of directors would decide that since she was the Operations Manager of the park, she'd be put in the hot seat to deal with the resulting mess. Court hearings, press conferences, reconstruction of the resort (she wasn't sure how she felt about that).]
[What she didn't expect was a third option, and that was to wake up in a small, cramped room, still in her tattered clothes, to the sound of angry screaming. Claire had all but bolted awake, terrified and fully expectant that the ferry that was carrying them all away from Isla Nublar had suddenly been overrun by more dinosaurs. It took her a while to realize that the screams weren't of terror, but of anger - and they were gone after a minute, which was not creepy at all.]
[Claire had to get moving. She discarded the book on the LOLCatz: Dinosaur Edition (Rawr), thinking it was an unfunny prank, but kept the strip of paper that said "HAVE YOU SEEN MONTGO" and "WANTED FOR MU" before the rest of it was burnt off. It might've held clues to wherever the hell she was now.]
[The bare halls finally led her past a medical bay, a living area, and - oh, thank god - a kitchen.]
[Claire's last decent meal had been more than 24 hours past, which was now why she could be found opening a can of fruit cocktail and eagerly spooning its contents into her mouth. Hey, she was trying to be healthy.]
Claire Dearing ; Jurassic World ; ota
[She believed that she had two paths spread out before her. One: she'd be fired for not only giving the green light on the I. rex project but also failing to contain the problem when - for lack of a better term - shit hit the fan. Okay, she could deal with that; she'd just have to go job hunting, though putting "Operations Manager of a theme park where the attractions ate the guests" wasn't going to sound great on her resumé.]
[Another possible outcome was that the board of directors would decide that since she was the Operations Manager of the park, she'd be put in the hot seat to deal with the resulting mess. Court hearings, press conferences, reconstruction of the resort (she wasn't sure how she felt about that).]
[What she didn't expect was a third option, and that was to wake up in a small, cramped room, still in her tattered clothes, to the sound of angry screaming. Claire had all but bolted awake, terrified and fully expectant that the ferry that was carrying them all away from Isla Nublar had suddenly been overrun by more dinosaurs. It took her a while to realize that the screams weren't of terror, but of anger - and they were gone after a minute, which was not creepy at all.]
[Claire had to get moving. She discarded the book on the LOLCatz: Dinosaur Edition (Rawr), thinking it was an unfunny prank, but kept the strip of paper that said "HAVE YOU SEEN MONTGO" and "WANTED FOR MU" before the rest of it was burnt off. It might've held clues to wherever the hell she was now.]
[The bare halls finally led her past a medical bay, a living area, and - oh, thank god - a kitchen.]
[Claire's last decent meal had been more than 24 hours past, which was now why she could be found opening a can of fruit cocktail and eagerly spooning its contents into her mouth. Hey, she was trying to be healthy.]