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entrancelogs2017-04-05 01:02 pm
shorthair) wrote in entrancelogs2017-04-05 01:02 pm
Entry tags:
- dragon age: anders,
- fantastic beasts: newt scamander,
- from dusk till dawn: richie gecko,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- the flash: iris west,
- the vampire diaries: katherine pierce,
- the vampire diaries: klaus mikaelson,
- the walking dead game: clementine,
- the walking dead: michonne
[ota] It leaves us with regrets and picks apart the threads
Who: Clementine + you
Where: Mansion
When: April 5 - 12. Plus, all of April and May
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Clementine returns from her canon update. Feel free to reply to the network post here since I won't actually spam the network community too. Action spam or prose is totally cool with me.
The Story: First week and a half
It's warm.
She's felt like she was freezing since she fell into the lake of ice. Was that really just yesterday? It's warm here. Her hands press to grass, and she stares at the ground, shuddering because she thinks the frozen water might have seeped into her blood. She knows it's warm but she still feels cold.
She's back in Wonderland. A rush of memories, of emotion hits her. There are so many people she cares about here, and she hasn't seen them since she left, and it feels like she's been gone for years instead of- days. Weeks? Time is funny.
AJ isn't in her arms anymore. It's just him and her now. Seems right. She can't trust people anymore.
Now that the adrenaline has faded away, the bullet wound in her shoulder hurts like fucking hell. She killed someone else she cared about. Again. Does she even belong in this place with people who are good, who do what's right? If they knew, what the fuck would they think of her. She feels like she might be sick, but there's nothing in her stomach to puke anyway so it's just her insides twisting around like knots.
She pulls her network device out, texting a quick open network post, because she won't remember everyone she'll want to text to let them know:
It's Clementine. I'm back. In my room.
If anyone is up at night, they might run into her, a child with blood on the shoulder of her jacket with a very clear hole through it. No gun for once. She left it with the last dead body she's left behind her.
When she finally makes it into her room. She writes the names of more dead people on the wall (Sarita, Sarah, Luke, Rebecca, Kenny). She pulls out blankets from the closet and piles them on the bed and puts herself underneath them, but it doesn't help with the cold. She tries to get out of the damn jacket, but she hisses out pain and stops midway. She stays there for a week and a half without leaving.
Rest of April/May
Eventually, later in the month, she finally leaves her room again. She's got the small shot gun from Christmas with her, holstered to her back.
She's in the cafeteria in short sleeves, which means she's revealing a certain scar for the first time since she came to Wonderland. Sometimes she's reading books about taking care of babies as if osmosis will happenif when she's sent back. Somewhere in between reading how often they have to feed and sleep, she tosses the book away from her so hard that it almost hits somebody.
Then she picks up baking. She used to with her mother all the time, and if she can kill people and survive walkers and gun shots and ice lakes, she can make some cookies if the recipes right there, right? Maybe.
She ends up making a big mess in the kitchen as she tries to spoon big chunks of cookie dough out on to pans, smirking at her giant mess. It's kind of hilarious she can survive so much and fight so hard and then get defeated by cookie dough.
Where: Mansion
When: April 5 - 12. Plus, all of April and May
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Clementine returns from her canon update. Feel free to reply to the network post here since I won't actually spam the network community too. Action spam or prose is totally cool with me.
The Story: First week and a half
It's warm.
She's felt like she was freezing since she fell into the lake of ice. Was that really just yesterday? It's warm here. Her hands press to grass, and she stares at the ground, shuddering because she thinks the frozen water might have seeped into her blood. She knows it's warm but she still feels cold.
She's back in Wonderland. A rush of memories, of emotion hits her. There are so many people she cares about here, and she hasn't seen them since she left, and it feels like she's been gone for years instead of- days. Weeks? Time is funny.
AJ isn't in her arms anymore. It's just him and her now. Seems right. She can't trust people anymore.
Now that the adrenaline has faded away, the bullet wound in her shoulder hurts like fucking hell. She killed someone else she cared about. Again. Does she even belong in this place with people who are good, who do what's right? If they knew, what the fuck would they think of her. She feels like she might be sick, but there's nothing in her stomach to puke anyway so it's just her insides twisting around like knots.
She pulls her network device out, texting a quick open network post, because she won't remember everyone she'll want to text to let them know:
It's Clementine. I'm back. In my room.
If anyone is up at night, they might run into her, a child with blood on the shoulder of her jacket with a very clear hole through it. No gun for once. She left it with the last dead body she's left behind her.
When she finally makes it into her room. She writes the names of more dead people on the wall (Sarita, Sarah, Luke, Rebecca, Kenny). She pulls out blankets from the closet and piles them on the bed and puts herself underneath them, but it doesn't help with the cold. She tries to get out of the damn jacket, but she hisses out pain and stops midway. She stays there for a week and a half without leaving.
Rest of April/May
Eventually, later in the month, she finally leaves her room again. She's got the small shot gun from Christmas with her, holstered to her back.
She's in the cafeteria in short sleeves, which means she's revealing a certain scar for the first time since she came to Wonderland. Sometimes she's reading books about taking care of babies as if osmosis will happen
Then she picks up baking. She used to with her mother all the time, and if she can kill people and survive walkers and gun shots and ice lakes, she can make some cookies if the recipes right there, right? Maybe.
She ends up making a big mess in the kitchen as she tries to spoon big chunks of cookie dough out on to pans, smirking at her giant mess. It's kind of hilarious she can survive so much and fight so hard and then get defeated by cookie dough.
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"Yeah. We were in a car. Jane was holding AJ. They were arguing about where we should go next and what we should do. There was a blizzard outside so we didn't see the cars ahead until we almost ran into them, but we needed gas. There was a gas station. Kenny left alone at first. Jane wanted me to leave with her, leave AJ because Kenny was getting worse, but we heard gunfire and saw walkers in the blizzard. It wasn't cold enough to slow 'em yet."
She swallows.
"Jane told me to drive, and we crashed into walkers. We got split up, trying to run from walkers and-"
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This is it, isn't it? Does it matter? Fuck.
"I killed him."
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The way Clementine is saying it sounds like she at least finds it to be a specific, more difficult situation. Georgia hesitates, than reaches forward to give her shoulder a squeeze. From her, it's the equivalent of a full body hug. She just hopes Clementine realizes that and can feel any comfort Georgia has to give. It's probably not enough, but it's what she has.
"You protected your friend."
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Clementine breathes in sharply, rubbing at her face with her hand. She knows Georgia doesn't offer physical comfort easily so it does. It means a lot to her. She rests her hand over top of Georgia's very briefly and then lets her hand drop back down. It's not like she's gotten this full story out to anyone other than Georgia.
It means something- It says something about their relationship and her trust in Georgia that she can.
Her eyes burn. She breathes in sharp. It's almost over. The story.
"After he died, I heard AJ crying. Jane hid him in a car... so Kenny would flip his shit, and she could prove to me that he wasn't safe to travel with anymore, which I already fucking knew. She didn't expect him to go that far, but I didn't care. I told her to leave me the hell alone, took AJ in my arms, and left."
No more people. No more groups. She'll take care of AJ by herself.
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"You're alone now?"
Clementine is extremely capable, Georgia knows. But no one should be alone like that. Especially not while taking care of a child in an apocalypse. A baby can't watch Clementine's back. It's not enough.
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Even when they don't, it always ends up the same. She knows what she has to do. Hunt for food. Stay in the wilderness. Keep quiet. Keep moving. When there are less people to deal with with their fighting, their instability, their betrayals, she'll be better at doing it.
"It's better that way."