Who: Claire and whoever wants an encounter with Ms. Broodsalot What: Out with her dog. When: Today (Thursday), late afternoon. Where: Outside the castle somewhere. Rating: PG-13 just in case.
Wally's out and about, as well. He didn't catch much sleep last night, thanks to this little lady right here. He was speed-running around the perimeters of the castle grounds when he sees a familiar sight.
A girl and a dog, in nearly the same spot he'd met Claire. He almost tripped over a fallen tree, but stopped abruptly and watched the girl for a moment.
Wait.
It was Claire. He hesitated, but he found that he had a hard time staying away from her. So he went over to her.
"Claire?" He furrowew his brow and looked over at her. He could have made a joke about her hair, or her clothes, or the fact that the only height she gained was in her ponytail, but he just looked at her, concerned. 'Guilt' may as well have been tattooed on his forehead, too.
Claire was leaning down to accept the tennis ball from Penny when she heard a familiar voice. Even though it felt like four years ago, Claire knew in reality it was only a few months since she ran into Wally around here. She was eighteen then, relatively carefree and naive about so much. Now...
She turned as she stood, noting his expression but appearing unmoved. Penny, on the other hand, ran over to the new source of attention. Claire watched her go but didn't move to call her back. Instead, she focused on Wally again.
"Yeah. It's me." And then, almost sweetly: "Do you need something, Wally?"
He kneeled down to Penny and held his hand out to her. She licked it, then he pet her on the head and looked up at Claire. There was something different about Claire. He could tell since last night without even looking at her. He registered the question after a brief moment.
"No, nothing. I just... want to talk to you I guess. I read your journal." He stood up and folded his arms.
"Then you should know it's been four years." She had dyed her hair darker because no one took a small blond seriously. She wore eyeliner and make up because she still had the face of a teenager thanks to her immortality. She had ditched the pom poms for a gun and had carefully bottled up her humanity, or what she thought she had left of it.
Because when you couldn't feel anything, what did that leave you with?
She held herself differently. She stood with her feet apart, hands at her sides, and a gun tucked securely into the back of her pants. She smiled thinly as she tilted her head. "What's there to talk about?"
Teddy's out flying low along the ground, and he catches a glimpse of Claire as he does.
Or... he thinks the girl is Claire. He hasn't known her that long, but he doesn't think she'd be the type to start dressing like that. Then again... a lot can happen in four years. Regardless, he's worried. He wants to talk to her, he's worried about her, but he's not sure if he'd be welcome. So he hangs back, chewing his lip while trying to think about what he should do.
Penny returned with the ball in her mouth and Claire crouched down to to retrieve it. "Good girl," she said, taking it and patting the Dalmatian on the head.
She was oblivious to Teddy's presence as she stood and threw the ball again. It felt strange to do something so normal, and it felt even stranger to think that playing fetch with a dog on the grounds of a magical castle was normal.
The newer people in Claire's life were a little harder to remember immediately.
Claire let out a short gasp and turned, startled. She didn't recognize Teddy right away, and took a few steps back. She wasn't afraid--there wasn't anything to fear when you couldn't get hurt, but she didn't expect someone to land near her so suddenly.
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A girl and a dog, in nearly the same spot he'd met Claire. He almost tripped over a fallen tree, but stopped abruptly and watched the girl for a moment.
Wait.
It was Claire. He hesitated, but he found that he had a hard time staying away from her. So he went over to her.
"Claire?" He furrowew his brow and looked over at her. He could have made a joke about her hair, or her clothes, or the fact that the only height she gained was in her ponytail, but he just looked at her, concerned. 'Guilt' may as well have been tattooed on his forehead, too.
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She turned as she stood, noting his expression but appearing unmoved. Penny, on the other hand, ran over to the new source of attention. Claire watched her go but didn't move to call her back. Instead, she focused on Wally again.
"Yeah. It's me." And then, almost sweetly: "Do you need something, Wally?"
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"No, nothing. I just... want to talk to you I guess. I read your journal." He stood up and folded his arms.
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Because when you couldn't feel anything, what did that leave you with?
She held herself differently. She stood with her feet apart, hands at her sides, and a gun tucked securely into the back of her pants. She smiled thinly as she tilted her head. "What's there to talk about?"
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Or... he thinks the girl is Claire. He hasn't known her that long, but he doesn't think she'd be the type to start dressing like that. Then again... a lot can happen in four years. Regardless, he's worried. He wants to talk to her, he's worried about her, but he's not sure if he'd be welcome. So he hangs back, chewing his lip while trying to think about what he should do.
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She was oblivious to Teddy's presence as she stood and threw the ball again. It felt strange to do something so normal, and it felt even stranger to think that playing fetch with a dog on the grounds of a magical castle was normal.
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"Hey, Claire," he calls gently after she's done, not wanting to interrupt.
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Claire let out a short gasp and turned, startled. She didn't recognize Teddy right away, and took a few steps back. She wasn't afraid--there wasn't anything to fear when you couldn't get hurt, but she didn't expect someone to land near her so suddenly.
"You are--?"
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