been there, done that, messed around
Who: axemeaquestion and regeneratesalot
When: Forward-dated to the afternoon of Saturday, Dec 3
Where: That gun shop filled with those Canadian red-necks
Summary: Rochelle teaches Claire how to defend herself with a gun, and it may or may not go smoothly.
Warnings: None?
[ Guns weren't exactly something Claire liked to use. They were effective, and she was sure she'd warm up to the idea of carrying one and using it once she got more acquainted with one. The last time she'd been around one hadn't been the best time for her, nor the best idea for the situation. But Sylar wasn't Peter. She could easily shoot Sylar without a second thought if he came after her. He ruined her life and took the lives of countless others. It was hard to feel anything but animosity towards him; just the thought of him or the mention of his name made her blood boil.
That definitely wasn't healthy, but she'd never forgive him for what he did to her. To Jackie. To all those people, both here and back home, that he killed for his own personal gain.
A bag slung over her shoulder containing her NV and some cash if she needed it, Claire made her way through the streets to the address Rochelle had sent to her. She had looked up directions on her NV before she left, double-checking street signs to make sure she was on the right track. Saturday would be a busy day for her.
It took a while to get to the gun shop, but she didn't mind it. She didn't take public transportation, instead choosing to walk. She felt odd being on a bus or in a taxi; walking on the streets was easier for her. She entered the shop, glancing around to see if Rochelle was already inside. ]
When: Forward-dated to the afternoon of Saturday, Dec 3
Where: That gun shop filled with those Canadian red-necks
Summary: Rochelle teaches Claire how to defend herself with a gun, and it may or may not go smoothly.
Warnings: None?
[ Guns weren't exactly something Claire liked to use. They were effective, and she was sure she'd warm up to the idea of carrying one and using it once she got more acquainted with one. The last time she'd been around one hadn't been the best time for her, nor the best idea for the situation. But Sylar wasn't Peter. She could easily shoot Sylar without a second thought if he came after her. He ruined her life and took the lives of countless others. It was hard to feel anything but animosity towards him; just the thought of him or the mention of his name made her blood boil.
That definitely wasn't healthy, but she'd never forgive him for what he did to her. To Jackie. To all those people, both here and back home, that he killed for his own personal gain.
A bag slung over her shoulder containing her NV and some cash if she needed it, Claire made her way through the streets to the address Rochelle had sent to her. She had looked up directions on her NV before she left, double-checking street signs to make sure she was on the right track. Saturday would be a busy day for her.
It took a while to get to the gun shop, but she didn't mind it. She didn't take public transportation, instead choosing to walk. She felt odd being on a bus or in a taxi; walking on the streets was easier for her. She entered the shop, glancing around to see if Rochelle was already inside. ]