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Hello….*waves* I wanted to take a moment to say something:

This is strictly a RP blog and as such, there will be NSFW content. If you are under 18, please do not follow. Also there will be no hatred. Any directed at me or my partner will get you blocked.

That being said, this is an independent portrayal of the character of Captain James Conrad from Kong: Skull Island. Writer is new to the character but not new to RPing. Mirrored literacy is expected but extensive replies are not mandatory.

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rareawoman

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The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

“Ha! Frank was more inclined to teach me history than anything involving my elbow and a man’s ribs,” shaking her head at the grimace Frank would likely sport if he had seen her do that. “No,” her smile turning into something more reminiscent. “No—my uncle raised me. We spent my childhood traveling. He very much wanted me to feel safe no matter where I was—either with my words or with my fists.” Another quick laugh, noticing James’s continued rubbing. “Seems I wouldn’t have disappointed him.”

highpricedtracker

Not in the least, no. {Dropping his hand, he masks any remaining discomfort with a light chortle} If we make it out of here, you’ll have to tell me about him. For now though, I think we should regroup and head back to camp.

#claire ;; james

rareawoman

starter for @highpricedtracker

The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

No, it was certainly rage that she was experiencing now. As soon as his finger pressed into her chest, she saw red. Nothing but red. Her whole body lurched forward. “Touch me one more time and so help me, I will use your own damn gun on you!” she shouted, mere inches from his face.

At that particular moment, however, it became painfully evident to the other members of the group that someone needed to intervene. Another young man placed a hand on either person’s shoulder, whispering but still loud enough to be heard over the two. “Do you guys want to wake up everything that wants to kill us in this jungle?” Claire’s words may have stopped, but she didn’t move away—only continued to stare down the towering man.

highpricedtracker

I’d like to see you try…..{His jaw tightens, his teeth clenching as he steps closer, closing what little distance remains between them. His hands ball into fists (although he would never dream of hitting a woman) in an attempt to alleviate, or at least refocus, some of the rage seething inside him}

rareawoman

And she would love to see him try to stop her. Between his inching closer and the hand on her shoulder, Claire was caught between emotion and logic. To her core, she was a logical person. Emotion didn’t often drive her decision making, but it did cause her to say or do things she didn’t entirely mean. She was far too stubborn to admit that though.

“Take your bloody gun,” she muttered through clenched teeth, shoving it against his chest. She kept the other’s. Chapman’s. She didn’t add the fact that she was dangerously close to whacking him upside the head with it.

“I’m heading back.” Though she didn’t know much, somehow or another, she made her way to this island. There has to be a way back home.

highpricedtracker

{Shrugging the man’s hand off his shoulder, he ignores their pleas for him to stop as he follows her, shoving the gun into his waistband} Back where exactly?

rareawoman

“Back to where I first remember waking up. There has to be something there. Some clue as to how I got here,” she’s already panting, half from her pace and partially from her frustration. Over the last several hours, her dress has gone from pale cream to something more resembling tan, hair curling like wild, and all together more like she had in the war. Surrounded by chaos and forced to maintain some sense of logic.

highpricedtracker

May I remind you that’s where one of those things nearly disemboweled you? Or is that what you intended? To end your life? {God help him, he really didn’t want to see her die. Especially since he knew so little and definitely not enough to inform her family of her passing}

rareawoman

A scoff, lacking any sort of humor. “I have no intention of dying, but I doubt Chapman did either. Neither you nor anyone else in that group were able to save him,” stepping over roots and pushing back branches with each push forward. “Scared or not, I have to try.”

highpricedtracker

I’m sorry. I can’t let you do that. You’re under my command now and I have no intention of letting you or anyone else die if I can help it. {Reaching out, he grabs her shoulder with the intention of spinning her around to face him}

rareawoman

The gesture was small and entirely innocent, but that didn’t mean James’s placement of his hand didn’t startle her. Out of sheer reflex, she found herself lifting her elbow and jamming it right into his ribs. Had she meant to? Of course not. Was she upset that it happened? Not really. “I am not under your command.”

highpricedtracker

{Grunting in pain as her elbow connects, he doubles over, the wind partially knocked out of him} Jesus Christ. So I picked the wrong damn word. {His head shifts and he glares up at her from the corner of his eye, his hands on his knees}

rareawoman

And for whatever reason, seeing him be a bit human causes her to relax. Coupled with his turn of phrase, similar to what she says when utterly frustrated, Claire finds herself relaxing a bit. “You’ve chosen quite a few wrong words,” matter of factly as she watches him recover from the blow. For a long moment, she contemplates what to say next and finally agrees on—- “Are you alright?”

highpricedtracker

Yeah. {Straightening up, he sets his hands on his hips as he finally catches his breath} I’m terribly sorry for acting like such a complete wanker. Can we start again? Hello. My name’s James Conrad. {A lopsided grin on his face, he holds one hand out}

rareawoman

A roll of her eyes, mainly at that grin of his. Did he always so easily get his way with a smile like that? The answer didn’t really matter as she found herself melting ever so slightly. “Claire Randall,” repeating her name as she extended her hand. “You’re right. You were a wanker,” a term not commonly used by her, forcing a laugh from her lips. A low stinging finally resonating from her elbow, giving it a light rub. “I really did get you good, didn’t I?”

highpricedtracker

You kinda did, yeah. {He unconsciously rubs the matching spot on his ribs, his grin widening} You’ve got some pretty good reflexes there, Claire. Your husband teach you those moves?

#claire ;; james

rareawoman

starter for @highpricedtracker

The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

No, it was certainly rage that she was experiencing now. As soon as his finger pressed into her chest, she saw red. Nothing but red. Her whole body lurched forward. “Touch me one more time and so help me, I will use your own damn gun on you!” she shouted, mere inches from his face.

At that particular moment, however, it became painfully evident to the other members of the group that someone needed to intervene. Another young man placed a hand on either person’s shoulder, whispering but still loud enough to be heard over the two. “Do you guys want to wake up everything that wants to kill us in this jungle?” Claire’s words may have stopped, but she didn’t move away—only continued to stare down the towering man.

highpricedtracker

I’d like to see you try…..{His jaw tightens, his teeth clenching as he steps closer, closing what little distance remains between them. His hands ball into fists (although he would never dream of hitting a woman) in an attempt to alleviate, or at least refocus, some of the rage seething inside him}

rareawoman

And she would love to see him try to stop her. Between his inching closer and the hand on her shoulder, Claire was caught between emotion and logic. To her core, she was a logical person. Emotion didn’t often drive her decision making, but it did cause her to say or do things she didn’t entirely mean. She was far too stubborn to admit that though.

“Take your bloody gun,” she muttered through clenched teeth, shoving it against his chest. She kept the other’s. Chapman’s. She didn’t add the fact that she was dangerously close to whacking him upside the head with it.

“I’m heading back.” Though she didn’t know much, somehow or another, she made her way to this island. There has to be a way back home.

highpricedtracker

{Shrugging the man’s hand off his shoulder, he ignores their pleas for him to stop as he follows her, shoving the gun into his waistband} Back where exactly?

rareawoman

“Back to where I first remember waking up. There has to be something there. Some clue as to how I got here,” she’s already panting, half from her pace and partially from her frustration. Over the last several hours, her dress has gone from pale cream to something more resembling tan, hair curling like wild, and all together more like she had in the war. Surrounded by chaos and forced to maintain some sense of logic.

highpricedtracker

May I remind you that’s where one of those things nearly disemboweled you? Or is that what you intended? To end your life? {God help him, he really didn’t want to see her die. Especially since he knew so little and definitely not enough to inform her family of her passing}

rareawoman

A scoff, lacking any sort of humor. “I have no intention of dying, but I doubt Chapman did either. Neither you nor anyone else in that group were able to save him,” stepping over roots and pushing back branches with each push forward. “Scared or not, I have to try.”

highpricedtracker

I’m sorry. I can’t let you do that. You’re under my command now and I have no intention of letting you or anyone else die if I can help it. {Reaching out, he grabs her shoulder with the intention of spinning her around to face him}

rareawoman

The gesture was small and entirely innocent, but that didn’t mean James’s placement of his hand didn’t startle her. Out of sheer reflex, she found herself lifting her elbow and jamming it right into his ribs. Had she meant to? Of course not. Was she upset that it happened? Not really. “I am not under your command.”

highpricedtracker

{Grunting in pain as her elbow connects, he doubles over, the wind partially knocked out of him} Jesus Christ. So I picked the wrong damn word. {His head shifts and he glares up at her from the corner of his eye, his hands on his knees}

rareawoman

And for whatever reason, seeing him be a bit human causes her to relax. Coupled with his turn of phrase, similar to what she says when utterly frustrated, Claire finds herself relaxing a bit. “You’ve chosen quite a few wrong words,” matter of factly as she watches him recover from the blow. For a long moment, she contemplates what to say next and finally agrees on—- “Are you alright?”

highpricedtracker

Yeah. {Straightening up, he sets his hands on his hips as he finally catches his breath} I’m terribly sorry for acting like such a complete wanker. Can we start again? Hello. My name’s James Conrad. {A lopsided grin on his face, he holds one hand out}

#claire ;; james

rareawoman

starter for @highpricedtracker

The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

No, it was certainly rage that she was experiencing now. As soon as his finger pressed into her chest, she saw red. Nothing but red. Her whole body lurched forward. “Touch me one more time and so help me, I will use your own damn gun on you!” she shouted, mere inches from his face.

At that particular moment, however, it became painfully evident to the other members of the group that someone needed to intervene. Another young man placed a hand on either person’s shoulder, whispering but still loud enough to be heard over the two. “Do you guys want to wake up everything that wants to kill us in this jungle?” Claire’s words may have stopped, but she didn’t move away—only continued to stare down the towering man.

highpricedtracker

I’d like to see you try…..{His jaw tightens, his teeth clenching as he steps closer, closing what little distance remains between them. His hands ball into fists (although he would never dream of hitting a woman) in an attempt to alleviate, or at least refocus, some of the rage seething inside him}

rareawoman

And she would love to see him try to stop her. Between his inching closer and the hand on her shoulder, Claire was caught between emotion and logic. To her core, she was a logical person. Emotion didn’t often drive her decision making, but it did cause her to say or do things she didn’t entirely mean. She was far too stubborn to admit that though.

“Take your bloody gun,” she muttered through clenched teeth, shoving it against his chest. She kept the other’s. Chapman’s. She didn’t add the fact that she was dangerously close to whacking him upside the head with it.

“I’m heading back.” Though she didn’t know much, somehow or another, she made her way to this island. There has to be a way back home.

highpricedtracker

{Shrugging the man’s hand off his shoulder, he ignores their pleas for him to stop as he follows her, shoving the gun into his waistband} Back where exactly?

rareawoman

“Back to where I first remember waking up. There has to be something there. Some clue as to how I got here,” she’s already panting, half from her pace and partially from her frustration. Over the last several hours, her dress has gone from pale cream to something more resembling tan, hair curling like wild, and all together more like she had in the war. Surrounded by chaos and forced to maintain some sense of logic.

highpricedtracker

May I remind you that’s where one of those things nearly disemboweled you? Or is that what you intended? To end your life? {God help him, he really didn’t want to see her die. Especially since he knew so little and definitely not enough to inform her family of her passing}

rareawoman

A scoff, lacking any sort of humor. “I have no intention of dying, but I doubt Chapman did either. Neither you nor anyone else in that group were able to save him,” stepping over roots and pushing back branches with each push forward. “Scared or not, I have to try.”

highpricedtracker

I’m sorry. I can’t let you do that. You’re under my command now and I have no intention of letting you or anyone else die if I can help it. {Reaching out, he grabs her shoulder with the intention of spinning her around to face him}

rareawoman

The gesture was small and entirely innocent, but that didn’t mean James’s placement of his hand didn’t startle her. Out of sheer reflex, she found herself lifting her elbow and jamming it right into his ribs. Had she meant to? Of course not. Was she upset that it happened? Not really. “I am not under your command.”

highpricedtracker

{Grunting in pain as her elbow connects, he doubles over, the wind partially knocked out of him} Jesus Christ. So I picked the wrong damn word. {His head shifts and he glares up at her from the corner of his eye, his hands on his knees}

#claire ;; james

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rareawoman

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The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

No, it was certainly rage that she was experiencing now. As soon as his finger pressed into her chest, she saw red. Nothing but red. Her whole body lurched forward. “Touch me one more time and so help me, I will use your own damn gun on you!” she shouted, mere inches from his face.

At that particular moment, however, it became painfully evident to the other members of the group that someone needed to intervene. Another young man placed a hand on either person’s shoulder, whispering but still loud enough to be heard over the two. “Do you guys want to wake up everything that wants to kill us in this jungle?” Claire’s words may have stopped, but she didn’t move away—only continued to stare down the towering man.

highpricedtracker

I’d like to see you try…..{His jaw tightens, his teeth clenching as he steps closer, closing what little distance remains between them. His hands ball into fists (although he would never dream of hitting a woman) in an attempt to alleviate, or at least refocus, some of the rage seething inside him}

rareawoman

And she would love to see him try to stop her. Between his inching closer and the hand on her shoulder, Claire was caught between emotion and logic. To her core, she was a logical person. Emotion didn’t often drive her decision making, but it did cause her to say or do things she didn’t entirely mean. She was far too stubborn to admit that though.

“Take your bloody gun,” she muttered through clenched teeth, shoving it against his chest. She kept the other’s. Chapman’s. She didn’t add the fact that she was dangerously close to whacking him upside the head with it.

“I’m heading back.” Though she didn’t know much, somehow or another, she made her way to this island. There has to be a way back home.

highpricedtracker

{Shrugging the man’s hand off his shoulder, he ignores their pleas for him to stop as he follows her, shoving the gun into his waistband} Back where exactly?

rareawoman

“Back to where I first remember waking up. There has to be something there. Some clue as to how I got here,” she’s already panting, half from her pace and partially from her frustration. Over the last several hours, her dress has gone from pale cream to something more resembling tan, hair curling like wild, and all together more like she had in the war. Surrounded by chaos and forced to maintain some sense of logic.

highpricedtracker

May I remind you that’s where one of those things nearly disemboweled you? Or is that what you intended? To end your life? {God help him, he really didn’t want to see her die. Especially since he knew so little and definitely not enough to inform her family of her passing}

rareawoman

A scoff, lacking any sort of humor. “I have no intention of dying, but I doubt Chapman did either. Neither you nor anyone else in that group were able to save him,” stepping over roots and pushing back branches with each push forward. “Scared or not, I have to try.”

highpricedtracker

I’m sorry. I can’t let you do that. You’re under my command now and I have no intention of letting you or anyone else die if I can help it. {Reaching out, he grabs her shoulder with the intention of spinning her around to face him}

#claire ;; james

rareawoman

starter for @highpricedtracker

The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

No, it was certainly rage that she was experiencing now. As soon as his finger pressed into her chest, she saw red. Nothing but red. Her whole body lurched forward. “Touch me one more time and so help me, I will use your own damn gun on you!” she shouted, mere inches from his face.

At that particular moment, however, it became painfully evident to the other members of the group that someone needed to intervene. Another young man placed a hand on either person’s shoulder, whispering but still loud enough to be heard over the two. “Do you guys want to wake up everything that wants to kill us in this jungle?” Claire’s words may have stopped, but she didn’t move away—only continued to stare down the towering man.

highpricedtracker

I’d like to see you try…..{His jaw tightens, his teeth clenching as he steps closer, closing what little distance remains between them. His hands ball into fists (although he would never dream of hitting a woman) in an attempt to alleviate, or at least refocus, some of the rage seething inside him}

rareawoman

And she would love to see him try to stop her. Between his inching closer and the hand on her shoulder, Claire was caught between emotion and logic. To her core, she was a logical person. Emotion didn’t often drive her decision making, but it did cause her to say or do things she didn’t entirely mean. She was far too stubborn to admit that though.

“Take your bloody gun,” she muttered through clenched teeth, shoving it against his chest. She kept the other’s. Chapman’s. She didn’t add the fact that she was dangerously close to whacking him upside the head with it.

“I’m heading back.” Though she didn’t know much, somehow or another, she made her way to this island. There has to be a way back home.

highpricedtracker

{Shrugging the man’s hand off his shoulder, he ignores their pleas for him to stop as he follows her, shoving the gun into his waistband} Back where exactly?

rareawoman

“Back to where I first remember waking up. There has to be something there. Some clue as to how I got here,” she’s already panting, half from her pace and partially from her frustration. Over the last several hours, her dress has gone from pale cream to something more resembling tan, hair curling like wild, and all together more like she had in the war. Surrounded by chaos and forced to maintain some sense of logic.

highpricedtracker

May I remind you that’s where one of those things nearly disemboweled you? Or is that what you intended? To end your life? {God help him, he really didn’t want to see her die. Especially since he knew so little and definitely not enough to inform her family of her passing}

#claire ;; james

rareawoman

starter for @highpricedtracker

The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

No, it was certainly rage that she was experiencing now. As soon as his finger pressed into her chest, she saw red. Nothing but red. Her whole body lurched forward. “Touch me one more time and so help me, I will use your own damn gun on you!” she shouted, mere inches from his face.

At that particular moment, however, it became painfully evident to the other members of the group that someone needed to intervene. Another young man placed a hand on either person’s shoulder, whispering but still loud enough to be heard over the two. “Do you guys want to wake up everything that wants to kill us in this jungle?” Claire’s words may have stopped, but she didn’t move away—only continued to stare down the towering man.

highpricedtracker

I’d like to see you try…..{His jaw tightens, his teeth clenching as he steps closer, closing what little distance remains between them. His hands ball into fists (although he would never dream of hitting a woman) in an attempt to alleviate, or at least refocus, some of the rage seething inside him}

rareawoman

And she would love to see him try to stop her. Between his inching closer and the hand on her shoulder, Claire was caught between emotion and logic. To her core, she was a logical person. Emotion didn’t often drive her decision making, but it did cause her to say or do things she didn’t entirely mean. She was far too stubborn to admit that though.

“Take your bloody gun,” she muttered through clenched teeth, shoving it against his chest. She kept the other’s. Chapman’s. She didn’t add the fact that she was dangerously close to whacking him upside the head with it.

“I’m heading back.” Though she didn’t know much, somehow or another, she made her way to this island. There has to be a way back home.

highpricedtracker

{Shrugging the man’s hand off his shoulder, he ignores their pleas for him to stop as he follows her, shoving the gun into his waistband} Back where exactly?

#claire ;; james

rareawoman

starter for @highpricedtracker

The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

No, it was certainly rage that she was experiencing now. As soon as his finger pressed into her chest, she saw red. Nothing but red. Her whole body lurched forward. “Touch me one more time and so help me, I will use your own damn gun on you!” she shouted, mere inches from his face.

At that particular moment, however, it became painfully evident to the other members of the group that someone needed to intervene. Another young man placed a hand on either person’s shoulder, whispering but still loud enough to be heard over the two. “Do you guys want to wake up everything that wants to kill us in this jungle?” Claire’s words may have stopped, but she didn’t move away—only continued to stare down the towering man.

highpricedtracker

I’d like to see you try…..{His jaw tightens, his teeth clenching as he steps closer, closing what little distance remains between them. His hands ball into fists (although he would never dream of hitting a woman) in an attempt to alleviate, or at least refocus, some of the rage seething inside him}

#claire ;; james

rareawoman

starter for @highpricedtracker

The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

The amusement in his tone did nothing but irritate her. “Well, how can you not know what hemisphere you’re in?” a shot back, arching a brow to match her pursed lips. “If I knew how I got here, do you not think I would have tried getting back? Do you think I want to be here?”

highpricedtracker

{Bristling at her sudden change in demeanor, he becomes all business again} First of all, I know damn right well which hemisphere we’re in. It’s obvious even to the most simple of minds that it’s the southern. Where else would you find vegetation like this? {He gestures around them, his tone matching hers in terms of the level of indignation}

rareawoman

“Then do you not believe me? What point do I have in lying about something as ludicrous as this? It’s not as if I don’t realize how absurd it all sounds. One moment I was in Scotland, celebrating my honeymoon with my husband,” a pause, knowing it didn’t quite matter but wanting to at least clarify. “We married before the Second World War, but never had a chance for an actual honeymoon.” Claire couldn’t fathom why she felt the need to explain herself to this man.

highpricedtracker

Look, Claire. My patience is waning and I really want us to find somewhere safe to camp before nightfall so if you don’t mind…..{Letting his words trail off, he storms away}

rareawoman

And just like that—it was over. Any semblance of normalcy was gone in an instant. What did she expect? Even Claire thought she was crazy.

This time, however, she did not storm ahead nor did she attempt to speak to the former Captain. Instead, she found herself at the back of the line, following along in silence until they reached a proper spot for a camp throughout the night.

highpricedtracker

Everyone! Listen up! {He raises his voice just enough to be heard, shooting her a condescending glare} Stay close and stay alert! We’ll be sleeping in shifts so you, you and you {He points to Claire and two of the soldiers} can lay down and the rest of us will take the first watch.

rareawoman

She’s absolutely exhausted. Her nerves are on high alert. She’s witnessed creatures she can’t explain. Transported to this place without any logical explanation. Nothing makes sense. And she truly would like nothing more than to fall asleep, but what does she do? Ignore the words of the captain and set-up a little post with both her guns at the ready.

highpricedtracker

{Making his rounds, he heads over to her, shaking his head as he notices she once again disobeyed his orders. Not wanting to startle her too much, he clears his throat quietly}

rareawoman

In all honesty, she expected Conrad to make his unhappiness known. “It’ll be a waste when I know I won’t be able to sleep,” she said without taking her eyes off the horizon.

highpricedtracker

And you’ll be no good to us without rest. So try. Please. {His tone is somewhat softer this time, a hint of genuine concern in his words}

rareawoman

“Hardly any good to you all earlier,” keeping her eyes away from him. She notes the concern, but can’t seem to find herself melting. The quiet had brought everything to reality. What had happened to her…this place…a man ripped apart right before her eyes… “I’ll be fine. You rest, Captain.” There was something else in her tone. Regret? Apprehension? Even Claire wasn’t sure how she felt.

highpricedtracker

I give up…{He mutters the words quietly, shaking his head again as he stalks away into the night}

rareawoman

For whatever reason, his words sparked something inside of her. Rage? Hostility? “Seems like something you do often. First SAS…,” and even as she said it, she knew she was crossing a line. Perhaps it wasn’t his words that brought about the cruelty in her tone. Maybe it was simply a way to keep him talking—to bring him back over to her.

highpricedtracker

I beg your pardon?? {Turning on his heel, he storms back towards her} You think you know me, do you?? {Standing over her, he glares down, his nostrils flaring in indignation}

rareawoman

Something inside of her lit up at the fact that he came back, angry or otherwise. Did she want him to become as frustrated as he had made her when he refused to believe a word she said? Or was this the closest form of companionship she had in such a place?

Her chin lifted, staring up at him from her seated position. “I know a soldier when I see one. I know what death can do to a person,” she rattled off. “And I certainly know what it looks like when a person doesn’t know what to believe anymore,” another shot back, rising to her feet.

highpricedtracker

{He opens his mouth to object again but her words catch him off guard and he goes silent for a moment, the wheels turning in his head} If you’d seen what I’ve seen, you’d stop believing in things too.

rareawoman

“What I’ve seen?” and at that, she stands. It’s no longer about wanting companionship or a fight or even this bloody jungle—- “I have seen men willing run into battle. I have seen young men cry for their mothers as I’ve tried to stop their incessant bleeding,” her words are full of experience, the emotion of living through a war. “Do not act as though your past is darker because you get to lead other soldiers and carry the largest gun.”

highpricedtracker

Who says I’m acting? You? {He pokes one long slender finger in the middle of her chest, squaring up to her} Maybe you should just shut your mouth until you know better.

#claire ;; james

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rareawoman

starter for @highpricedtracker

The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

The amusement in his tone did nothing but irritate her. “Well, how can you not know what hemisphere you’re in?” a shot back, arching a brow to match her pursed lips. “If I knew how I got here, do you not think I would have tried getting back? Do you think I want to be here?”

highpricedtracker

{Bristling at her sudden change in demeanor, he becomes all business again} First of all, I know damn right well which hemisphere we’re in. It’s obvious even to the most simple of minds that it’s the southern. Where else would you find vegetation like this? {He gestures around them, his tone matching hers in terms of the level of indignation}

rareawoman

“Then do you not believe me? What point do I have in lying about something as ludicrous as this? It’s not as if I don’t realize how absurd it all sounds. One moment I was in Scotland, celebrating my honeymoon with my husband,” a pause, knowing it didn’t quite matter but wanting to at least clarify. “We married before the Second World War, but never had a chance for an actual honeymoon.” Claire couldn’t fathom why she felt the need to explain herself to this man.

highpricedtracker

Look, Claire. My patience is waning and I really want us to find somewhere safe to camp before nightfall so if you don’t mind…..{Letting his words trail off, he storms away}

rareawoman

And just like that—it was over. Any semblance of normalcy was gone in an instant. What did she expect? Even Claire thought she was crazy.

This time, however, she did not storm ahead nor did she attempt to speak to the former Captain. Instead, she found herself at the back of the line, following along in silence until they reached a proper spot for a camp throughout the night.

highpricedtracker

Everyone! Listen up! {He raises his voice just enough to be heard, shooting her a condescending glare} Stay close and stay alert! We’ll be sleeping in shifts so you, you and you {He points to Claire and two of the soldiers} can lay down and the rest of us will take the first watch.

rareawoman

She’s absolutely exhausted. Her nerves are on high alert. She’s witnessed creatures she can’t explain. Transported to this place without any logical explanation. Nothing makes sense. And she truly would like nothing more than to fall asleep, but what does she do? Ignore the words of the captain and set-up a little post with both her guns at the ready.

highpricedtracker

{Making his rounds, he heads over to her, shaking his head as he notices she once again disobeyed his orders. Not wanting to startle her too much, he clears his throat quietly}

rareawoman

In all honesty, she expected Conrad to make his unhappiness known. “It’ll be a waste when I know I won’t be able to sleep,” she said without taking her eyes off the horizon.

highpricedtracker

And you’ll be no good to us without rest. So try. Please. {His tone is somewhat softer this time, a hint of genuine concern in his words}

rareawoman

“Hardly any good to you all earlier,” keeping her eyes away from him. She notes the concern, but can’t seem to find herself melting. The quiet had brought everything to reality. What had happened to her…this place…a man ripped apart right before her eyes… “I’ll be fine. You rest, Captain.” There was something else in her tone. Regret? Apprehension? Even Claire wasn’t sure how she felt.

highpricedtracker

I give up…{He mutters the words quietly, shaking his head again as he stalks away into the night}

rareawoman

For whatever reason, his words sparked something inside of her. Rage? Hostility? “Seems like something you do often. First SAS…,” and even as she said it, she knew she was crossing a line. Perhaps it wasn’t his words that brought about the cruelty in her tone. Maybe it was simply a way to keep him talking—to bring him back over to her.

highpricedtracker

I beg your pardon?? {Turning on his heel, he storms back towards her} You think you know me, do you?? {Standing over her, he glares down, his nostrils flaring in indignation}

rareawoman

Something inside of her lit up at the fact that he came back, angry or otherwise. Did she want him to become as frustrated as he had made her when he refused to believe a word she said? Or was this the closest form of companionship she had in such a place?

Her chin lifted, staring up at him from her seated position. “I know a soldier when I see one. I know what death can do to a person,” she rattled off. “And I certainly know what it looks like when a person doesn’t know what to believe anymore,” another shot back, rising to her feet.

highpricedtracker

{He opens his mouth to object again but her words catch him off guard and he goes silent for a moment, the wheels turning in his head} If you’d seen what I’ve seen, you’d stop believing in things too.

#claire ;; james

rareawoman

starter for @highpricedtracker

The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

The amusement in his tone did nothing but irritate her. “Well, how can you not know what hemisphere you’re in?” a shot back, arching a brow to match her pursed lips. “If I knew how I got here, do you not think I would have tried getting back? Do you think I want to be here?”

highpricedtracker

{Bristling at her sudden change in demeanor, he becomes all business again} First of all, I know damn right well which hemisphere we’re in. It’s obvious even to the most simple of minds that it’s the southern. Where else would you find vegetation like this? {He gestures around them, his tone matching hers in terms of the level of indignation}

rareawoman

“Then do you not believe me? What point do I have in lying about something as ludicrous as this? It’s not as if I don’t realize how absurd it all sounds. One moment I was in Scotland, celebrating my honeymoon with my husband,” a pause, knowing it didn’t quite matter but wanting to at least clarify. “We married before the Second World War, but never had a chance for an actual honeymoon.” Claire couldn’t fathom why she felt the need to explain herself to this man.

highpricedtracker

Look, Claire. My patience is waning and I really want us to find somewhere safe to camp before nightfall so if you don’t mind…..{Letting his words trail off, he storms away}

rareawoman

And just like that—it was over. Any semblance of normalcy was gone in an instant. What did she expect? Even Claire thought she was crazy.

This time, however, she did not storm ahead nor did she attempt to speak to the former Captain. Instead, she found herself at the back of the line, following along in silence until they reached a proper spot for a camp throughout the night.

highpricedtracker

Everyone! Listen up! {He raises his voice just enough to be heard, shooting her a condescending glare} Stay close and stay alert! We’ll be sleeping in shifts so you, you and you {He points to Claire and two of the soldiers} can lay down and the rest of us will take the first watch.

rareawoman

She’s absolutely exhausted. Her nerves are on high alert. She’s witnessed creatures she can’t explain. Transported to this place without any logical explanation. Nothing makes sense. And she truly would like nothing more than to fall asleep, but what does she do? Ignore the words of the captain and set-up a little post with both her guns at the ready.

highpricedtracker

{Making his rounds, he heads over to her, shaking his head as he notices she once again disobeyed his orders. Not wanting to startle her too much, he clears his throat quietly}

rareawoman

In all honesty, she expected Conrad to make his unhappiness known. “It’ll be a waste when I know I won’t be able to sleep,” she said without taking her eyes off the horizon.

highpricedtracker

And you’ll be no good to us without rest. So try. Please. {His tone is somewhat softer this time, a hint of genuine concern in his words}

rareawoman

“Hardly any good to you all earlier,” keeping her eyes away from him. She notes the concern, but can’t seem to find herself melting. The quiet had brought everything to reality. What had happened to her…this place…a man ripped apart right before her eyes… “I’ll be fine. You rest, Captain.” There was something else in her tone. Regret? Apprehension? Even Claire wasn’t sure how she felt.

highpricedtracker

I give up…{He mutters the words quietly, shaking his head again as he stalks away into the night}

rareawoman

For whatever reason, his words sparked something inside of her. Rage? Hostility? “Seems like something you do often. First SAS…,” and even as she said it, she knew she was crossing a line. Perhaps it wasn’t his words that brought about the cruelty in her tone. Maybe it was simply a way to keep him talking—to bring him back over to her.

highpricedtracker

I beg your pardon?? {Turning on his heel, he storms back towards her} You think you know me, do you?? {Standing over her, he glares down, his nostrils flaring in indignation}

#claire ;; james

rareawoman

starter for @highpricedtracker

The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

The amusement in his tone did nothing but irritate her. “Well, how can you not know what hemisphere you’re in?” a shot back, arching a brow to match her pursed lips. “If I knew how I got here, do you not think I would have tried getting back? Do you think I want to be here?”

highpricedtracker

{Bristling at her sudden change in demeanor, he becomes all business again} First of all, I know damn right well which hemisphere we’re in. It’s obvious even to the most simple of minds that it’s the southern. Where else would you find vegetation like this? {He gestures around them, his tone matching hers in terms of the level of indignation}

rareawoman

“Then do you not believe me? What point do I have in lying about something as ludicrous as this? It’s not as if I don’t realize how absurd it all sounds. One moment I was in Scotland, celebrating my honeymoon with my husband,” a pause, knowing it didn’t quite matter but wanting to at least clarify. “We married before the Second World War, but never had a chance for an actual honeymoon.” Claire couldn’t fathom why she felt the need to explain herself to this man.

highpricedtracker

Look, Claire. My patience is waning and I really want us to find somewhere safe to camp before nightfall so if you don’t mind…..{Letting his words trail off, he storms away}

rareawoman

And just like that—it was over. Any semblance of normalcy was gone in an instant. What did she expect? Even Claire thought she was crazy.

This time, however, she did not storm ahead nor did she attempt to speak to the former Captain. Instead, she found herself at the back of the line, following along in silence until they reached a proper spot for a camp throughout the night.

highpricedtracker

Everyone! Listen up! {He raises his voice just enough to be heard, shooting her a condescending glare} Stay close and stay alert! We’ll be sleeping in shifts so you, you and you {He points to Claire and two of the soldiers} can lay down and the rest of us will take the first watch.

rareawoman

She’s absolutely exhausted. Her nerves are on high alert. She’s witnessed creatures she can’t explain. Transported to this place without any logical explanation. Nothing makes sense. And she truly would like nothing more than to fall asleep, but what does she do? Ignore the words of the captain and set-up a little post with both her guns at the ready.

highpricedtracker

{Making his rounds, he heads over to her, shaking his head as he notices she once again disobeyed his orders. Not wanting to startle her too much, he clears his throat quietly}

rareawoman

In all honesty, she expected Conrad to make his unhappiness known. “It’ll be a waste when I know I won’t be able to sleep,” she said without taking her eyes off the horizon.

highpricedtracker

And you’ll be no good to us without rest. So try. Please. {His tone is somewhat softer this time, a hint of genuine concern in his words}

rareawoman

“Hardly any good to you all earlier,” keeping her eyes away from him. She notes the concern, but can’t seem to find herself melting. The quiet had brought everything to reality. What had happened to her…this place…a man ripped apart right before her eyes… “I’ll be fine. You rest, Captain.” There was something else in her tone. Regret? Apprehension? Even Claire wasn’t sure how she felt.

highpricedtracker

I give up…{He mutters the words quietly, shaking his head again as he stalks away into the night}

#claire ;; james

rareawoman

starter for @highpricedtracker

The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

The amusement in his tone did nothing but irritate her. “Well, how can you not know what hemisphere you’re in?” a shot back, arching a brow to match her pursed lips. “If I knew how I got here, do you not think I would have tried getting back? Do you think I want to be here?”

highpricedtracker

{Bristling at her sudden change in demeanor, he becomes all business again} First of all, I know damn right well which hemisphere we’re in. It’s obvious even to the most simple of minds that it’s the southern. Where else would you find vegetation like this? {He gestures around them, his tone matching hers in terms of the level of indignation}

rareawoman

“Then do you not believe me? What point do I have in lying about something as ludicrous as this? It’s not as if I don’t realize how absurd it all sounds. One moment I was in Scotland, celebrating my honeymoon with my husband,” a pause, knowing it didn’t quite matter but wanting to at least clarify. “We married before the Second World War, but never had a chance for an actual honeymoon.” Claire couldn’t fathom why she felt the need to explain herself to this man.

highpricedtracker

Look, Claire. My patience is waning and I really want us to find somewhere safe to camp before nightfall so if you don’t mind…..{Letting his words trail off, he storms away}

rareawoman

And just like that—it was over. Any semblance of normalcy was gone in an instant. What did she expect? Even Claire thought she was crazy.

This time, however, she did not storm ahead nor did she attempt to speak to the former Captain. Instead, she found herself at the back of the line, following along in silence until they reached a proper spot for a camp throughout the night.

highpricedtracker

Everyone! Listen up! {He raises his voice just enough to be heard, shooting her a condescending glare} Stay close and stay alert! We’ll be sleeping in shifts so you, you and you {He points to Claire and two of the soldiers} can lay down and the rest of us will take the first watch.

rareawoman

She’s absolutely exhausted. Her nerves are on high alert. She’s witnessed creatures she can’t explain. Transported to this place without any logical explanation. Nothing makes sense. And she truly would like nothing more than to fall asleep, but what does she do? Ignore the words of the captain and set-up a little post with both her guns at the ready.

highpricedtracker

{Making his rounds, he heads over to her, shaking his head as he notices she once again disobeyed his orders. Not wanting to startle her too much, he clears his throat quietly}

rareawoman

In all honesty, she expected Conrad to make his unhappiness known. “It’ll be a waste when I know I won’t be able to sleep,” she said without taking her eyes off the horizon.

highpricedtracker

And you’ll be no good to us without rest. So try. Please. {His tone is somewhat softer this time, a hint of genuine concern in his words}

#claire ;; james

rareawoman

starter for @highpricedtracker

The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

The amusement in his tone did nothing but irritate her. “Well, how can you not know what hemisphere you’re in?” a shot back, arching a brow to match her pursed lips. “If I knew how I got here, do you not think I would have tried getting back? Do you think I want to be here?”

highpricedtracker

{Bristling at her sudden change in demeanor, he becomes all business again} First of all, I know damn right well which hemisphere we’re in. It’s obvious even to the most simple of minds that it’s the southern. Where else would you find vegetation like this? {He gestures around them, his tone matching hers in terms of the level of indignation}

rareawoman

“Then do you not believe me? What point do I have in lying about something as ludicrous as this? It’s not as if I don’t realize how absurd it all sounds. One moment I was in Scotland, celebrating my honeymoon with my husband,” a pause, knowing it didn’t quite matter but wanting to at least clarify. “We married before the Second World War, but never had a chance for an actual honeymoon.” Claire couldn’t fathom why she felt the need to explain herself to this man.

highpricedtracker

Look, Claire. My patience is waning and I really want us to find somewhere safe to camp before nightfall so if you don’t mind…..{Letting his words trail off, he storms away}

rareawoman

And just like that—it was over. Any semblance of normalcy was gone in an instant. What did she expect? Even Claire thought she was crazy.

This time, however, she did not storm ahead nor did she attempt to speak to the former Captain. Instead, she found herself at the back of the line, following along in silence until they reached a proper spot for a camp throughout the night.

highpricedtracker

Everyone! Listen up! {He raises his voice just enough to be heard, shooting her a condescending glare} Stay close and stay alert! We’ll be sleeping in shifts so you, you and you {He points to Claire and two of the soldiers} can lay down and the rest of us will take the first watch.

rareawoman

She’s absolutely exhausted. Her nerves are on high alert. She’s witnessed creatures she can’t explain. Transported to this place without any logical explanation. Nothing makes sense. And she truly would like nothing more than to fall asleep, but what does she do? Ignore the words of the captain and set-up a little post with both her guns at the ready.

highpricedtracker

{Making his rounds, he heads over to her, shaking his head as he notices she once again disobeyed his orders. Not wanting to startle her too much, he clears his throat quietly}

#claire ;; james

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rareawoman

starter for @highpricedtracker

The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

The amusement in his tone did nothing but irritate her. “Well, how can you not know what hemisphere you’re in?” a shot back, arching a brow to match her pursed lips. “If I knew how I got here, do you not think I would have tried getting back? Do you think I want to be here?”

highpricedtracker

{Bristling at her sudden change in demeanor, he becomes all business again} First of all, I know damn right well which hemisphere we’re in. It’s obvious even to the most simple of minds that it’s the southern. Where else would you find vegetation like this? {He gestures around them, his tone matching hers in terms of the level of indignation}

rareawoman

“Then do you not believe me? What point do I have in lying about something as ludicrous as this? It’s not as if I don’t realize how absurd it all sounds. One moment I was in Scotland, celebrating my honeymoon with my husband,” a pause, knowing it didn’t quite matter but wanting to at least clarify. “We married before the Second World War, but never had a chance for an actual honeymoon.” Claire couldn’t fathom why she felt the need to explain herself to this man.

highpricedtracker

Look, Claire. My patience is waning and I really want us to find somewhere safe to camp before nightfall so if you don’t mind…..{Letting his words trail off, he storms away}

rareawoman

And just like that—it was over. Any semblance of normalcy was gone in an instant. What did she expect? Even Claire thought she was crazy.

This time, however, she did not storm ahead nor did she attempt to speak to the former Captain. Instead, she found herself at the back of the line, following along in silence until they reached a proper spot for a camp throughout the night.

highpricedtracker

Everyone! Listen up! {He raises his voice just enough to be heard, shooting her a condescending glare} Stay close and stay alert! We’ll be sleeping in shifts so you, you and you {He points to Claire and two of the soldiers} can lay down and the rest of us will take the first watch.

#claire ;; james

rareawoman

starter for @highpricedtracker

The last thing Claire Randall remembered before her throbbing headache woke her was the deafening roar that accompanied each step she took towards the stones. The stones. A quick celebratory trip to Inverness with her husband, marking the end of the second World War was supposed to act as a second honeymoon of sorts. A reacquainting of minds and bodies. Now, as blue eyes focused on her new surroundings, it was evident she was no longer in Scotland.

The humidity made her shift cream dress cling to her skin. Once tamed curls growing wilder by the minute. A childhood of travel made it easy to determine she was atop a similar hill to those of Craigh na Dun, but surrounded by jungle. Easy identification did not equate to easy comprehension.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Chr—,”but she was cut short by a piercing cry as something—was it a bird?–lurched from the sky, diving towards the woman. A scream in return, but only once she was bolting down the hill, as fast as her legs could take her. Whatever the creature was, it seemed to take chase after Claire. Her uncle was likely rolling in his grave to know that his niece, who knew better than to run away from a beast, signaling their predatory behavior, would take off at first sighting.

But he was dead. And Claire did not plan to be anytime soon.

Running faster and faster down the hill, she saw a group of people making their way seemingly out of the jungle. “A gun! A gun! Does anyone have a gun?” she called out, a fire burning in her chest or was that fear in the pit of her belly?

As she approached the group, their eyes were huge at the sight of the beast and a sense of panic spread over their faces. Claire’s legs could not stop their motion, colliding with the very person seemingly leading the group. The force was so strong, it knocked the breath right out of her.

rareawoman

The amusement in his tone did nothing but irritate her. “Well, how can you not know what hemisphere you’re in?” a shot back, arching a brow to match her pursed lips. “If I knew how I got here, do you not think I would have tried getting back? Do you think I want to be here?”

highpricedtracker

{Bristling at her sudden change in demeanor, he becomes all business again} First of all, I know damn right well which hemisphere we’re in. It’s obvious even to the most simple of minds that it’s the southern. Where else would you find vegetation like this? {He gestures around them, his tone matching hers in terms of the level of indignation}

rareawoman

“Then do you not believe me? What point do I have in lying about something as ludicrous as this? It’s not as if I don’t realize how absurd it all sounds. One moment I was in Scotland, celebrating my honeymoon with my husband,” a pause, knowing it didn’t quite matter but wanting to at least clarify. “We married before the Second World War, but never had a chance for an actual honeymoon.” Claire couldn’t fathom why she felt the need to explain herself to this man.

highpricedtracker

Look, Claire. My patience is waning and I really want us to find somewhere safe to camp before nightfall so if you don’t mind…..{Letting his words trail off, he storms away}

#claire ;; james

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