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Who: Claire Fraser (

nineteenfortyfive) & you
What: May things, lots of moping Claire... forgive me.
When: May
Where: Olympia
Warning(s): General Outlander warnings.

I. THE MARKET

[Her marriage is in an unpleasant place and she doesn't know how to fix it. Percy is in stasis. Ramsay is back. Theon was, for a brief moment, back in stasis as well, but only returned in a worse state than he was. It's been a lot to contend with on top of being so recently tortured (her her hands remain in gloves as her nails grow back, the last of the damage left), and one afternoon as Claire's in the market, standing before a fruit stand, it all catches up to her.

For someone who urges others to confide in someone, anyone, often herself, she doesn't follow her own advice.

She pushes other shoppers out of the way as she suddenly finds it hard to breathe, hard to keep her eyes from welling with tears, and if she slams into anyone there's no apology as she stumbles out and away.

She stops when she comes to a fountain, gasping and sobbing, a hand clutching at her neck as if there's something suffocating her, chest heaving rapidly. No, nothing physical, just an overwhelming sense of sadness. A sadness that turns into more of a frustrated panic as she tries to calm herself, leaning over the water.]

II. THE TRAIN/FLONA COVE

[Percy did have an affinity for water.

Claire knows she can't watch over Theon 24/7. He needs to stand on his own, and he can, and so Claire takes some hours for herself and heads to the beach. She's always enjoyed train rides. Perhaps she's even in the mood for conversation with whoever happens to sit by her.

At the beach, instead of collapsing on the sand and considering letting the waves wash her away, she takes a stroll, skirts tied up over her knees so she can walk in the small waves without getting drenched.

Now and then she stops to pick up a shell. By the end of it, she's got a hefty collection held in her skirt, and dumps her prizes where she's left her shoes.

Well. Now what to do with them?]

III. STASIS

[She spends more time here than she'd ever admit. She makes it sound like her visits are brief. They're not. On leave from the Sanctuary, she's had a lot of time to simply be.

Today, she stands before her daughter's pod. What she'd give to be able to touch her red hair, or at least feel her skin, make sure it's warm. All she can so is press her hands against the glass.]

Sometimes I think you're luckier, in there. Though you'd probably throw a fit at me saying that. I know you'd rather be here, too. I know.

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[Fair enough. They're not here to be best friends, after all.]

He wasn't within arm's length. I don't think it would have been... entertaining, for him, to attack me if I wasn't playing into his game.

[He considered the scenario for a moment and then shrugged.]

I suggest in a case like that you have a sidearm. Point blank makes it difficult to miss and people tend to not want to engage in a knife fight when there's a gun involved.

So I should be walking around with a pistol at all times?

[She looks at him like he's crazy, but that's why she's here, isn't it? So, she takes a breath.]

At least I'm fairly certain he doesn't know how to use a gun. Bit advanced for his world.

A concealed one won't hurt, especially in times like these. However, you have to know how to use one or it's all bluster.

[Hey, he was American and the right to bear arms at all time was very much real. However, he was also a soldier and he was very careful with his weapons as well, so when he pulled a weapon, he meant to use it.]

So shooting him in the foot might teach him a much needed lesson.

[Or the head, but Claire's not eager to advertise her willingness to murder when it comes to Ramsay Bolton. So, she nods.]

Guess that's something to add to the schedule, then.

[So it seemed that their private lessons were going to be extended now? He almost thought that she was beginning to like him to want to hang around longer.]

Have you handled a sidearm before?

Not in any real seriousness, and not any from your century, likely.

[She has a feeling Rumlow is most certainly a bit after the 18th century. Just a hunch.]

Well, firearms are safer, easier to aim and with less of a kickback where I'm from. They are also smaller.

[For instance, this one that he pulled from the calf holster that he had, fitting easily in his hand. He stepped up to her and twirled it so he could offer it to her to take safely.]

Safety is on, but feel how light it is. Even Second World War sidearms had some heft to them because of the materials they used.

[Carefully, she takes the offered weapon. It is light. Frighteningly light.]

A knife, he could take from me and use. But this, he couldn't. Not unless someone else taught him.

[He nodded his head, moving closer and setting it in her hand properly.]

First rule of firearms: they are always loaded even when unloaded. Safety is here. [He pointed it out to her, flicked it off and then back on.]

Does this person harass you often, or was it just once? I'm more than willing to teach someone some manners if he's bothering you.

[Claire nods, following along with his words. As for his question, it elicits a sigh. Ramsay is a long story.]

I'm only of interest to him because of the people I associate with. They're the ones he's tormented. He's killed their family members, ruined their home, done terrible things to them... it's all a game, for him.

[You'd think dying twice would teach a man a lesson.]

Ah, one of those.

[He knew guys like that, mostly from HYDRA. They were vicious, but they also were forced to succumb to behaviour modification in that organization. Couldn't have a bunch of sadists running around unchecked spilling the beans.]

Some would say that continually tormenting a single individual is a sign of a perverse love. Completely insane, but you know.

They're not wrong.

[Randall had some sort of infatuation with Jamie, but whatever is between Ramsay and Theon is darker. Less easily explained, perhaps.]

I know. Might take more than a hit in the head to break that cycle.

[He wasn't interested in doing more than teach people a few boundaries. If they were causing trouble, they needed to learn hard.]

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