entrancelogs | Open][ Eventually we all have to grow up... supposedly

Who:Seth and you
Where: Various locations.
When: Second week of August 7th- 12th
Rating: PG-13. Changed if more
Summary: Some people never learned how to deal with emotions
The Story:
If there's anything that Seth realizes he hates more than zombies and fucking culebra? It's walking up to remember shit that he doesn't remember doing, since technically it was him and it wasn't him. Absolute rock bottom in his mind?

Finding himself as some kind of damn bird and attending school of all damn things. There's nothing he can do when the events have him out of his mind, and nothing he could fight back against, and he's quickly learning that is worse than any manner of monster that can exist in Wonderland. As part of the kidnapped or an event.

So he's definitely feeling out of sorts, and unlike himself, and he's handling things the best way he knows how.

There's alcohol involved and sometimes blowing shit up. If he can find a fight? It would be the trifecta in what he's dealing with.

Or more importantly, how he's not dealing.

Drinking

Maybe it's a good thing but not all the drinking is done with a bottle, a tumbler, and drinking alone. So he's hanging out the bar, avoiding Lux a bit just so he doesn't embarrass Chloe as he is want to do. He's trying to limit himself but keep a low, angry buzz is likely no better than heavily drinking until he passes out, but at least that is what he's working on.

Blowing shit up

Sometimes he's on the beach. Sometimes in the hedge maze. There's times when he heads out to the cave. Hanging out around there? Likelihood is, Seth is either blowing things up or is setting up with some serious firepower to do just that.

Once or twice he might be set up just above the waterline on the beach, still in a suit and tie, laid out in the sand with what is fashioned after a SAW .50 cal machine gun in front of him. He's focusing on the horizon, as they can see it, firing towards it over the water. He's been careful not to put the boats in the line of fire, mostly pretending that it's seeing what might happen but it's really just enjoying the sound and the smell of gunpowder.

It is both traumatic and comforting, and he's indulging in what he can to help him cope with this.

Hangovers are fun

A couple of days, or closer to afternoons, that week Seth can be found in the kitchen cooking up a fried food bounty of eggs, bacon, sausage and hashbrowns. He's not the best cook in the world, but he isn't entirely incompetent - when it comes to cooking, at least. He's bleary eyed and looks like he hasn't saved in a couple of days, but that damn suit is still in place looking much better than he does. Of course, when the top button happens to be undone, there's an odd pendant around his neck that is new, and he's often toying with the leather and metal, vervain filled bracelet that lays beneath his cuff.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Clementine lifts an eyebrow when he mentions he'll probably pay for it eventually. There's some worry in the expression. "You're kind of a live-for-the-moment person, huh?"

Either that or he doesn't care if he pays for it eventually. Clementine is always thinking, always trying to survive. ...for the most part. The game was a lapse of judgement for her. She never should have volunteered to start with.

"...yeah, I am too. It'd help if there was some way to deal with it after. I don't know how though. Maybe just remembering who I actually am."

That's sometimes really difficult though.

"Kinda. More the push the limits and see what I can get away with kind of guy," he adds, shrugging with a smirk. "It teaches us something. What they will do. What they won't do. How much we can get away with."

And that is a huge part of what he wants to know. Where the limits are, because he suspects that will tell them something.

"And yeah, this is part of that as well. Needing to just do things that seem familiar. What is it that helps you?"

Clementine smirks back. "Yeah, I can see that, and I get the benefits of it even if it's risky." And she's not one who is likely to take risky choices- at least back in her own world, she wasn't.

It was always survival first especially after she lost AJ. She didn't even always know why. It was acting without understanding. She didn't have to understand or think or anything. Just keep moving, never stop moving or she wouldn't get up.

She pauses, glancing back at him, shaking her head. "I don't know. Back home, I don't have to think about anything. There's never time to, but here there's a lot of time."

"You mean the one where I'm the one gonna die and not you?" He's teasing her, and she's one of the few to get a genuine smile from him most days. Even if his teasing comes with honesty. They punish him, she and others will learn about it and from it.

"You trying to think about it and work it out, or would you rather find ways to keep busy and ignore what your brain is saying?" He's been in both positions and Seth gets it. There's a need and a time for both, after all.

Clementine knows he's teasing her, but she still gives him a look and swallows back something else. She's been down that road more than enough times in her life. One person dies, and she lives. Multiple people dies, and she lives. She usually lives. Sometimes she thinks it's the main reason she fights so hard to survive: because so many people died to make it possible (when she made risky choices, when she tried to be as safe as possible, always), and it has to mean something. It's not a joke she can make, not when she cares about him, not when she's been down that road more times than she can count. "No. I don't. I don't want you to die, and even when you don't take risky choices, you can still die."

She's died here once before, but yeah, if he keeps poking the bear, he might die all five times and then what? Her shoulders tense. She shakes her head.

"I don't think I usually know how to work any of it out. So I try to keep busy."

Seth is so used to making bad jokes at the expense of others, he didn't even think about it. He winces. "Hey, hey, It's not going to happen. I've been here like a year and a half, and I don't plan to ever die here," he says, hoping to calm her down. He really hadn't meant to upset her about that. Not of all people.

"I know I can, Clementine. I do. I was there when Richie died in our world. I... I had to..." He sighs, never having said this to anyone. "I had to kill Chloe when we were in that zombie town. She got bit and she was worried about hurting me and Lucifer and so..." He shakes his head, lips pressing tight. "I just make bad choices when I make jokes. I'm sorry."

Again, things he doesn't say much. "I will do my best not to die. Promise."

Clementine has her arms still folded across her chest, but her expression softens at least. It's not like she usually cares about joking about most shit. She swallows thickly, getting he understands too. He's seen people die. He's killed someone before they could turn.

He gets it.

"It's okay. Sometimes people have to joke about shit to get by. I get it, but if you are out there poking Wonderland, it just might poke back. And it's got a way bigger finger."

So y'know. "Be careful."

Seth has had Richie his entire life. They've always been there for one another. Yet, he also knows that he now has a lot more people. People that he would risk almost everything for.

"I will. If nothing else, for you and Maggie, I will," he vows, and much as Seth has lied in his life. He knows in giving his word then, he means it.

"Good."

That's all that she cares about. They're all in enough danger without recklessly poking the dragon even if she gets the impulse to do so, and she doesn't want to see him hurt or worse. So the promise, it helps. There's a pause though as she lifts her eyebrows. "...Maggie?"

Is that the same Maggie that she knows?

Oh now this is not entirely a talk he's had before. Sure Chloe knows, but then she knows about most of his entire life. He can't help but to grin though as he considers how to answer that.

"Maggie as in dark haired, beautiful, cooks for everyone Maggie? We're... we're seeing one another," he admits, rolling his eyes at himself. "I sound like I'm in fucking high school but we're dating. How do people say that without sounding like they're twelve?"

Or that he's never said it really and it seems weird.

"Yeah. That's the Maggie I know. She's cooked stuff for me before, and we're kind of co-workers," Clementine says, and well, they both work for the paper. Clem's still an intern, but she goes to all the meetings and stuff.

She smirks at him then and raises an eyebrow since she doesn't... really know.

"...so you li-i-i-ike her? And she likes you too."

Now she's teasing in her own Clementine way.

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