OOC: I'm assuming that the post-day 12 hunt is centring on Ethan rather than Harry (based on this post (http://community.livejournal.com/crossing_lostrp/72461.html?thread=2497037#t2497037). Whether or not they've trapped the Otherly bastard by day 14, this is just me trying to think of a way that Harry gets what's coming to him too. Eventually. Whistleblowing takes time when the girl's too scared to speak up properly.
When they reached Zoe's tent the two girls disappeared inside, leaving Damon to watch the outside while they packed. Claire came out again soon enough, clutching a couple of bags and wearing the most grateful smile she could muster.
"Thank you so so much," she whispered, though it was a given that Zoe would know she was talking (maybe even make out the words). "I don't really know what's going on, but it's not hard to take a guess. What was it that Ripley called Harry? An entitle-turd? Whatever it was, that fits. The guy's a wanker, maybe worse."
Damon frowned. "Like I said before, he shouldn't be able to make anyone this uncomfortable. Hiding in the darkness isn't going to fix the problem."
Claire glanced into the tent and pulled a face, listening to Zoe muttering to herself anxiously. "She won't say much, and I don't know whether he's done more than stalk her. I think she's scared Damon, and after all this talk about Lucy being raped who could blame her? It can't help that her roommates are both dead now, eh. That tent's probably haunted."
She paused, wishing that the other woman would just spit it out but sure it wasn't going to be that easy. "Pushing's not going to get us anywhere, y'know."
"Business as usual then," was Damon's laconic reply, causing Claire to groan softly.
"I don't know it. Ripley'd give the guy a good kicking, but she's been away for the last few days - maybe that's why Harry's trying it on with someone else, someone who's not likely to make a fuss and doesn't have many friends now that.. Um.." she shuddered, moving swiftly on. "Either way, I get the impression that Zoe doesn't trust him any more -"
"Someone trusted the jerk?"
"Shush you. It's taken me half the day to get this much out of her, although -" Claire stopped, flushing with shame. "Zoe did make the first move, asked whether she could move to our tent 'cause she was lonely. I tried to fob her off onto one of the others, like Caridad, but it makes sense now. Safety in numbers, including the little kid who hits like a mini-Rambo. Then when I said yes, it was like she was worried about getting caught.
"Hopefully she'll be more open in the morning," Claire continued, still whispering. "If there's anything big.. maybe get her to talk to someone else too, like Daisy or Locke, or Daniel." It was hard to know who was in charge any more. "I just didn't want to go running to them like some schoolkid."
Damon raised a sarcastic eyebrow. "What am I, chopped liver?"
"No, silly," Claire punched him softly in the arm. "You're someone I hoped Zoe would trust enough to get this move over before she changed her mind again. A good guy, not the management."
"And the caves?"
Claire frowned, still torn over where to go. "I have no idea. I was going to stay here, because Dr House is, but now.. Guess we'll have to see."
"See what?" Zoe's voice was subdued as she exited the tent, her eyes flashing nervously between Claire and Damon. Oh yeah, she knew they'd been talking about her alright.
"Whether we go for a walk in the woods or not tomorrow," Claire answered as casually as she could, relieving Zoe of one of the smaller bags and hefting a light rucksack. "You got it all there?"
Zoe nodded. "And some of.. Lucy's. Shannon's got some already, but I figured it might help if we shared."
Claire gulped quietly. Nothing of Amanda's then - at least she hoped not. Sharing a tent with Lucy's gear was creepy enough, but backing out now wasn't an option. "Ok then, we may as well get to it."
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[Claire] Disturbing the Peace (tag MB, open)
Date: 2006-06-07 01:14 am (UTC)When they reached Zoe's tent the two girls disappeared inside, leaving Damon to watch the outside while they packed. Claire came out again soon enough, clutching a couple of bags and wearing the most grateful smile she could muster.
"Thank you so so much," she whispered, though it was a given that Zoe would know she was talking (maybe even make out the words). "I don't really know what's going on, but it's not hard to take a guess. What was it that Ripley called Harry? An entitle-turd? Whatever it was, that fits. The guy's a wanker, maybe worse."
Damon frowned. "Like I said before, he shouldn't be able to make anyone this uncomfortable. Hiding in the darkness isn't going to fix the problem."
Claire glanced into the tent and pulled a face, listening to Zoe muttering to herself anxiously. "She won't say much, and I don't know whether he's done more than stalk her. I think she's scared Damon, and after all this talk about Lucy being raped who could blame her? It can't help that her roommates are both dead now, eh. That tent's probably haunted."
She paused, wishing that the other woman would just spit it out but sure it wasn't going to be that easy. "Pushing's not going to get us anywhere, y'know."
"Business as usual then," was Damon's laconic reply, causing Claire to groan softly.
"I don't know it. Ripley'd give the guy a good kicking, but she's been away for the last few days - maybe that's why Harry's trying it on with someone else, someone who's not likely to make a fuss and doesn't have many friends now that.. Um.." she shuddered, moving swiftly on. "Either way, I get the impression that Zoe doesn't trust him any more -"
"Someone trusted the jerk?"
"Shush you. It's taken me half the day to get this much out of her, although -" Claire stopped, flushing with shame. "Zoe did make the first move, asked whether she could move to our tent 'cause she was lonely. I tried to fob her off onto one of the others, like Caridad, but it makes sense now. Safety in numbers, including the little kid who hits like a mini-Rambo. Then when I said yes, it was like she was worried about getting caught.
"Hopefully she'll be more open in the morning," Claire continued, still whispering. "If there's anything big.. maybe get her to talk to someone else too, like Daisy or Locke, or Daniel." It was hard to know who was in charge any more. "I just didn't want to go running to them like some schoolkid."
Damon raised a sarcastic eyebrow. "What am I, chopped liver?"
"No, silly," Claire punched him softly in the arm. "You're someone I hoped Zoe would trust enough to get this move over before she changed her mind again. A good guy, not the management."
"And the caves?"
Claire frowned, still torn over where to go. "I have no idea. I was going to stay here, because Dr House is, but now.. Guess we'll have to see."
"See what?" Zoe's voice was subdued as she exited the tent, her eyes flashing nervously between Claire and Damon. Oh yeah, she knew they'd been talking about her alright.
"Whether we go for a walk in the woods or not tomorrow," Claire answered as casually as she could, relieving Zoe of one of the smaller bags and hefting a light rucksack. "You got it all there?"
Zoe nodded. "And some of.. Lucy's. Shannon's got some already, but I figured it might help if we shared."
Claire gulped quietly. Nothing of Amanda's then - at least she hoped not. Sharing a tent with Lucy's gear was creepy enough, but backing out now wasn't an option. "Ok then, we may as well get to it."