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Entry tags:
- attack on titan: jean kirstein,
- gravity falls: dipper pines,
- gravity falls: mabel pines,
- marble hornets: jay,
- marble hornets: tim,
- newsflesh: georgia mason,
- newsflesh: shaun mason,
- night in the woods: mae borowski,
- persona 5: ryuji sakamoto,
- the walking dead game: clementine,
- the walking dead: michonne
[open]
Who: Clementine and You
Where: Outside & Inside the Mansion
When: February 18th-24th
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Clementine is back in Wonderland after being gone for nearly a month. She seeks out the people she left behind, and she tries to adjust to being back where she trusts and cares for people again and where she doesn't have to fight for every meal, every breath.
The Story:
start.
Clementine's heart still beats so hard and loud in her chest it echoes into her ears. Her jaw locks tight. Her resolve curled around an aggressive flame, a refusal to give in. There is no telling what will happen to her if they hand her over to the New Frontier, but she doesn't expect them to do anything else (that's how this goes). It's why she doesn't even trust Javier even if he comes closest to someone she trusts.
It was one thing when Conrad had the gun pointed at her, but when he turned it on Gabe- Someone who still manages to act like a teen even in this hellish world? Well, she was actually fucking scared.
But she realizes abruptly she is not in that moment anymore. She is alone with woods under her feet. It's wood she recognizes even if remembering how and why she recognizes it takes longer.
Wonderland.
And then like a flood comes the rest. All the people she came to care about- love in this world (and how strange that feels to her now). She loved them. They were family. She trembles. She feels unsafe without a gun in hand. It's been years for her. It must have been no more than a month for them. Who's still here? And how is she supposed to deal with this- this in-between version of herself?
She's not the same girl she was when she was last here. Not by a long shot.
She goes to her room only to find it empty. She stands out in the hallway, staring in, remembering how she made it hers. Made it home. How can she connect to this place and who she is while still feeling so distant from it too? What if she's not- She takes in one breath releasing it gain, takes in another breath and releases that one too. Her eyes shut and then open.
Clementine pulls a shotgun from the closet and holsters it at her back before she turns and leaves her room. It's time to find the people she cares about if they're still here. She makes her way to their rooms, to where she knows they spend the most time.
The rest of the week
At the shooting range, Clementine practices, pulling her gun up and aiming it. She practices with her shot gun, watching the target burst to bits. She practices with a pistol, aiming upward for the head (hitting almost all of them). In the training center, she picks up different weapons to practice, but she's not used to having actual weapons. It's always the nearest object to her like a lamp or a shovel, and it's always sheer determination as opposed to any skill at all. She stands there holding a ax, taking off the arm of a dummy and watching as the ax sinks into the floor. "...oops."
In the kitchen, she's unsettled about what food she most wants to eat. She knows better by now than to eat everything, eat it all, because it'll only make her sick. She still ends up with a feast of food on the table in front of her. It's pizza, burgers, fries, pasta, macaroni and cheese. She can waste food here, because it doesn't matter... so. just cause she can, she throws a whole bowl of spaghetti into the trash and then smirks.
Finally, she ends up in the room that she made with Mae a very long time. The Destruction Room for- well, for cathartically destroying. She's destroyed plenty in the last two years back home but never really for fun. She might be here awhile, smashing watermelon and glass and pumpkins and whatever the hell else she can get her hands on. She smashes until she wants to scream but never does. Scream. There's nothing left inside to destroy as she stands among her own wreckage.
Where: Outside & Inside the Mansion
When: February 18th-24th
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Clementine is back in Wonderland after being gone for nearly a month. She seeks out the people she left behind, and she tries to adjust to being back where she trusts and cares for people again and where she doesn't have to fight for every meal, every breath.
The Story:
start.
Clementine's heart still beats so hard and loud in her chest it echoes into her ears. Her jaw locks tight. Her resolve curled around an aggressive flame, a refusal to give in. There is no telling what will happen to her if they hand her over to the New Frontier, but she doesn't expect them to do anything else (that's how this goes). It's why she doesn't even trust Javier even if he comes closest to someone she trusts.
It was one thing when Conrad had the gun pointed at her, but when he turned it on Gabe- Someone who still manages to act like a teen even in this hellish world? Well, she was actually fucking scared.
But she realizes abruptly she is not in that moment anymore. She is alone with woods under her feet. It's wood she recognizes even if remembering how and why she recognizes it takes longer.
Wonderland.
And then like a flood comes the rest. All the people she came to care about- love in this world (and how strange that feels to her now). She loved them. They were family. She trembles. She feels unsafe without a gun in hand. It's been years for her. It must have been no more than a month for them. Who's still here? And how is she supposed to deal with this- this in-between version of herself?
She's not the same girl she was when she was last here. Not by a long shot.
She goes to her room only to find it empty. She stands out in the hallway, staring in, remembering how she made it hers. Made it home. How can she connect to this place and who she is while still feeling so distant from it too? What if she's not- She takes in one breath releasing it gain, takes in another breath and releases that one too. Her eyes shut and then open.
Clementine pulls a shotgun from the closet and holsters it at her back before she turns and leaves her room. It's time to find the people she cares about if they're still here. She makes her way to their rooms, to where she knows they spend the most time.
The rest of the week
At the shooting range, Clementine practices, pulling her gun up and aiming it. She practices with her shot gun, watching the target burst to bits. She practices with a pistol, aiming upward for the head (hitting almost all of them). In the training center, she picks up different weapons to practice, but she's not used to having actual weapons. It's always the nearest object to her like a lamp or a shovel, and it's always sheer determination as opposed to any skill at all. She stands there holding a ax, taking off the arm of a dummy and watching as the ax sinks into the floor. "...oops."
In the kitchen, she's unsettled about what food she most wants to eat. She knows better by now than to eat everything, eat it all, because it'll only make her sick. She still ends up with a feast of food on the table in front of her. It's pizza, burgers, fries, pasta, macaroni and cheese. She can waste food here, because it doesn't matter... so. just cause she can, she throws a whole bowl of spaghetti into the trash and then smirks.
Finally, she ends up in the room that she made with Mae a very long time. The Destruction Room for- well, for cathartically destroying. She's destroyed plenty in the last two years back home but never really for fun. She might be here awhile, smashing watermelon and glass and pumpkins and whatever the hell else she can get her hands on. She smashes until she wants to scream but never does. Scream. There's nothing left inside to destroy as she stands among her own wreckage.