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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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"Your room is looking a little lonely..." Pretending to sweep her quarters with a speculative gaze, it's all he has time to get out before Clementine rises with her newly restored strength and--much to his surprise--comes forward to embrace him.
Oh.
Funny, how so much character can fit into someone with such small stature. He's on the tall and willowy side for a man, and the top of Clementine head only reaches the vicinity of his chest.
She doesn't have to articulate her discomfort aloud for it to be understood; it's easy for people who claw their way up with their teeth to forget they don't always have to show them to the people they meet. Physical affection is a casual visitor in his own life, and if he were in her position being squeezed back by someone his size, he knows he'd be squirming if it were harder and longer than he'd like. After a moment to let the warmth of her gesture sink in, he smiles and rests a hand lightly between her shoulders.
"Don't mention it," he says. Is that a note of embarrassment in his voice at being pleasantly sucker punched? Shh, nonsense. He's not that easy to catch off guard. "I'm a giver."
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She doesn't know how good she is always at expressing that. Anger is easy. Violence is easier. But expressing the warmth still trapped inside of her? It's much more of a struggle, but he's pulled it out of her. He's reminded her there is still warmth in her heart when she has felt encased in coldness ever since she fell through the ice into the lake.
"You are."
Then she quirks her lips to the side in a smirk.
"You're a really good neighbor."
And a really good friend. She's lucky to have him.
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"And I'd hate to get on your mentor's bad side if I let her best protégé waltz around with a hole going through her. Avoiding Georgia's unimpressed stare is ample motivation."
You're welcome, is what he means. A young trouble magnet and a healer--there's no better combination of neighbors than that.