[ So they don't exactly have elastic hair ties in Discount Ren Fair Land. Add that to the list of 'no thank yous' in terms of lack of convenience. Claire's by the training grounds for no other reason than she's feeling pissed, the wagon to the city isn't leaving for another couple hours, and whacking something with a wooden sword, while not as good as getting a real one, beats doing nothing. The alternative is starting a fight with the pervy cultists who pull naked girls from pools, which is tempting, but also... no thank you.
Claire's in the middle of using some piece of cloth she found to tie her hair back from her bruised and busted face when she spots a girl maybe just a touch older than herself, who looks about as frustrated as Claire feels, and looks just about as ill-prepared for the climate. Blondes don't always have more fun, turns out. ]
Hey.
[ She holds out another strip of cloth to Jo, thin enough to serve as a makeshift hair tie. Claire has no idea who Jo Harvelle is, or that she's a hunter, too - but even in the rough and tumble dive bars and roadside motels, she's found that if you got a spare hair tie and someone looks in need of one, you share it. Yeah, Claire has manners. Sometimes. On very rare occasions. ]
training grounds
Claire's in the middle of using some piece of cloth she found to tie her hair back from her bruised and busted face when she spots a girl maybe just a touch older than herself, who looks about as frustrated as Claire feels, and looks just about as ill-prepared for the climate. Blondes don't always have more fun, turns out. ]
Hey.
[ She holds out another strip of cloth to Jo, thin enough to serve as a makeshift hair tie. Claire has no idea who Jo Harvelle is, or that she's a hunter, too - but even in the rough and tumble dive bars and roadside motels, she's found that if you got a spare hair tie and someone looks in need of one, you share it. Yeah, Claire has manners. Sometimes. On very rare occasions. ]