THE ONE THAT HELD THE GUN

He doesn’t look all that imposing, but Ruth can tell a lawman from a hundred paces, so when one of the girls comes to tell her he wants to speak to whoever’s in charge, she has a moment to let herself be idly, carefully nervous, before she clears it away, gets up and heads out front. He’s paying her very little mind, which is just fine. Gives her an advantage.

“Hey.” She leans against the bar, looking all nineteen of her years, bright-eyed and bushy-haired. “I ain’t seen you around here before.”

Touching the brim of his hat, Raylan doesn’t betray any surprise at Ruth’s appearance or let onto his first impression of her in any way. He just settles onto a bar stool like he’ll be there for the rest of the day.

“No, you wouldn’t have.” Elise sticks her hands in her pockets. It’s bitterly cold today; there’s a wind blowing in, hard and persistent, snatching precious degrees away with it. “Does it matter that he’s skinny? It would make him easier to overpower, if it came to that.”

“His file says he weighs one hundred and thirty-one pounds.” A beat. “And I’m not sure what wetness has to do with it either.”

Ben told her there was a marshal on the plane, but not that it was Raylan. Just a marshal, who’d been shepherding Austen back to Los Angeles. Not that Ben knows Raylan means anything to her, she’d almost half convinced herself the first time she saw him as she’d approached the beach with Jack, but the closer she got to him, the more she’d been sure: of course Ben knows, because Ben knows everything. He knew about Goodwin, and he knew about her sister, and he knew about her, and he knows exactly which strings to pull to make her dance like a marionette.

But that’s irrelevant right now, mostly, enough that Juliet can forget about Ben for now. There are any number of suspicious stares being levelled at her, but she’d expected that. What she hadn’t expected was Raylan.

He’s not with the swathes of people running to embrace Jack after all this time away, kidnapped by the Others. Juliet eases around them and aims for him, feet steady in the sand. Either he hasn’t noticed the new arrivals or he has and doesn’t care, but she has to touch his arm to get his attention.

“Hi,” she says to him, simply, like this is normal for her, when he’s really the last person she ever expected to see on the island. Her lips twitch up at one corner. “Long time no see.”

He had been walking away from the group, not as pleased to see Jack as everyone else. Turning to the touch, he stops still. She’s a vision, as she ever was, more so now than ever. Her appearance stuns him into speechlessness, if he’d uttered anything it would have been drowned out by the reunion a few feet away.  It seems like she expected this. 

“This is totally fucking unnecessary, by the way. I have, like, my own bodyguard. Like, he’s on the payroll. He’s over there, look, see? His name is – well, to be perfectly honest with you, I don’t fucking remember his name, but then I don’t remember yours, so. Is that what socialism is? Anyway, I think he’s into cuckolding, which is presumably why he’s letting you guard my body right now. He just has the vibe of a beta cuck. You know what I mean? You totally know what I mean, look at you.”

Roman cranes his neck up.

“Is the hat, like, part of the uniform? Because it looks way stupid, you know that, right? You look like the second you’re off the clock you’re gonna go sell your body to tragically-far-north-of-middle-aged divorcées at a cowboy-themed restaurant. Is this what they meant by escort? Because as flattered as I am, you’re way too tall for me, there’s no way it would ever work between us. I only like to fuck standing up and where’s my dick on you? Like…” He holds his hand up to measure between them, fingers flat, palm facing down. “Like, mid-thigh? Impossible.”

There had been maybe two seconds during that wall of sound where Raylan had actually liked Roman, when he was insulting someone else. By the end of it, he’s looking around at the place and wondering what he’d like to get his hands on should this rich prick get involved in any criminal activity and all of his worldly property be transferred over to the Marshals. It’s all a bit too minimalist to really support his daydreaming and he’s forced to give Roman his attention after all.

[tiffany_pollard_BEYONCE?_voice] TIM??

FULL NAME.  raylan givens NICKNAME.  ...quickdraw, wyatt earp, etc. GENDER. trans man HEIGHT.  6′ AGE.  forty three SPOKEN LANGUAGES.  english

physical characteristics

HAIR COLOR.  brown, salt and pepper EYE COLOR.  hazel SKIN TONE.  tanned BODY TYPE.  slim hips and broad shoulders VOICE.  a kentucky accent that he won’t ever shake DOMINANT HAND. right POSTURE.  loves to lean but genuinely poised most of the time, usually stands at his full height resting his weight heavier on one leg SCARS. a bullet wound scar just under his ribs and one in his hair near the parting, very old surgery scars TATTOOS.  none BIRTHMARKS. beauty mark under his left eye MOST NOTICEABLE FEATURE(S).  the whole package baby/is his hat a feature

childhood

PLACE OF BIRTH.  harlan county, kentucky HOMETOWN. harlan county, kentucky SIBLINGS.  none

adult life

OCCUPATION.  deputy u.s. marshal CURRENT RESIDENCE.  lexington, kentucky CLOSE FRIENDS.  tim, rachel, art, winona, constable bob sweeney, (reluctantly) boyd crowder, juliet burke, jade... RELATIONSHIP STATUS.  seriously dating tim FINANCIAL STATUS.  often loses his money/gives it away but has some savings set aside, work covers a lot of his travel DRIVER’S LICENSE.  cars only, can ride a motorbike CRIMINAL RECORD.  should not be as clean as it is, lots of minor infractions from his younger days and days in the mining union VICES. mostly come down to risk taking

sex and romance

SEXUAL ORIENTATION. biromantic bisexual LIBIDO.  has a tendency to think with it  TURN ONS.   someone he can spar with intellectually as well as get down with physically, may make him feel stupid TURN OFFS.  general douchebaggery, bigotry, trying to change him or get him to settle LOVE LANGUAGE.  all of them? RELATIONSHIP TENDENCIES.  he hasn’t got a very good history with relationships in terms of sticking around but he’s trying to get better at that, he has cheated before and can be a bit emotionally stunted. he does stupid things for love.

miscellaneous

CHARACTER’S THEME SONG.  quite literally: you’ll never leave harlan alive  HOBBIES TO PASS TIME.  firing range/gun care, ice cream parlour, drinking, reading LEFT OR RIGHT BRAINED. more left than right but nearly equal  PHOBIAS. public speaking, small dark spaces, becoming like his father SELF CONFIDENCE LEVEL.   high VULNERABILITIES.  his family history, his mother, his temper