i've got blood on my name [open]

[shorthair]

Who: Clementine and you!
Where: Front of mansion or Kitchen
When: August 22nd
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Zombie apocalypse survivor falls into Wonderland covered in zombie blood and guts and fresh blood too. She smells. It's gross. Then she cleans off and creates an accidental feast because FOOD! Action spam or prose is good w/ me :')
The Story:
arrival
Clementine shakily clutches the hatchet. She is covered in walker guts and Sarita's blood. She has a cut across her face from when she'd been hit when she tried to stop Kenny's beating. Clementine stands quietly in front of the mansion like this, terrified to move, because this goes against everything she has ever learned.

Maybe. There's panic associated with having no idea what's going on. She leans over, trying to catch her breath for a second, until she realizes no one's around counting on her. No one is around to see anything at all. No Walkers are going to catch her in this moment of weakness. She sucks in a breath, walking closer to the mansion. Another wave of hesitation sweeps over her as she tenses. Her gaze sweeps the nearby area for walkers, because they're always around. Always. Clementine stays quiet, but she can't hear a single moan or shuffle or any walker sound.

It's strange, eerie. It makes her tense as she bites on her lip, staring up at the mansion, wondering what to expect from it. People can be as dangerous as walkers (if not more so). People are smart. Walkers aren't, and she's seen many people betray all of them, screw them all over. It's shit. But that's the world now. Shit.

She can't stand out here either. It's with her hatchet clutched to her like a lifeline (but she wishes she had a gun instead) that she starts to step up the stairs.

later
When she finds her room, Clementine immediately cleans herself up (running warm water is a miracle), changes into a fresh version of the jacket (what? it really was kinda cool), and gets a gun. It's always kept on her pretty visibly wherever she goes as she starts to explore the mansion.

But truth is, she ends up in The Kitchen and doesn't leave just yet. Clementine has been hungry for so long she forgets what it is like to feel anything other than hungry. She's been starving before, but food comes out of these cabinets as easily as guns do. It's wrong, and it's magic, and she wants to believe in magic but magic never helped her before.

Her gun remains in a holster around her tiny waist as she starts to throw out options on to the table, trying to remember all the food she once loved back when she had it readily. Containers of macaroni and cheese, fresh fruit, rainbow sherbert ice cream, Lucky Charms, chocolate chip cookies, dino shaped chicken nuggets, and she's sure she's forgetting something but it's more food than she's seen in one place in a long time.

Without realizing it, she's creating a feast but doesn't even dig in. Just stares at it all. Come join the tiny girl with a gun.

Comments

arrival!

[goodwoofjames]

[Sirius was going to go walk along the beach and try to clear his head after a few hours of reading in the library (memories are so complicated and stupid and he's beginning to hate the very concept of them). But something more important has just walked in the front door.

A few thoughts run through his head in quick succession upon seeing the bloodied girl wielding a weapon and staring into the mansion like it can't exist:

She's new.

Is there an event on?

Is she dangerous?

And frankly, he aches that any of these things are crossing his mind upon seeing, what. A first year? Maybe?

Sirius keeps his distance and waits for her to spot him, hoping the fact that he at least appears unarmed will keep her from panicking.]

Hey. Are you alright? I mean, are you hurt?

[She isn't moving like anything is majorly wrong, but that cut looks fresh, and if there is an event (despite the lack of warning), she'd better get it patched up quickly.]

[shorthair]

[Clementine tightens her grip on the hatchet, but she doesn't look like she is ready to start swinging it. Her expression grows grim. She's learned to trust her instincts when it comes to people, but even people who are nice, who are good, they can get caught up in something bad.

It's best not to completely trust anyone but doesn't she still? She'd lose it if she didn't, if she didn't have a group she mostly felt she could count on.]

I'm not hurt.

[She lowers her hatchet, because she doesn't want him to think she'll throw her hatchet at him. She's not an asshole, and he doesn't look like one either. Clem still remembers Nick coming up from behind, assuming that nice man was going to shoot them just cause he held a rifle and killed him right there on the bridge.]

It's Walker blood. It's not mine. What... is this place?

[goodwoofjames]

[Walker. He's heard that word before, but he's not sure where. At least it's clear she's new.]

It's kind of a long story. And I know it's probably not easy to trust me, but you're safe here.

[Assuming there's no sneaky event going on.]

I'm Sirius. You want to come sit down so we can talk?

[He can take her to the kitchen so she can use the sink to clean up a little if she wants, maybe get some food.]

Arrival?

[luckynumberthree]

[ Simon's been out on his early morning run, as he usually does every morning, looping a long circuit around the boundaries of this place. Heading back to the mansion now that it's about time for everyone else to start stirring, he stops short at the sight of a kid standing uncertainly in front of the house.

And she definitely looks like she's seen better days, but there's a look to her, to the way she holds herself, that he recognizes all too quickly.

It's what has him purposefully making some noise as he jogs up the walk in his approach, not wanting to startle her, letting her know he's coming long before he reaches her.

There's a frown on his face and a worried look in his eye as he gets closer to her and gets a better look. ]

Hey, Kiddo. You hurt?

[shorthair]

[Clementine hears the noise, and she turns slowly. She isn't startled, but she looks prepared to deal with whoever or whatever might be coming up behind him until- until he seems like he is actually worried about what's going on with her. She's not completely sure what to make of that either. Sometimes it's good. Sometimes it doesn't matter.

She's still not bitten, and she doesn't want to have to argue it again only to be thrown into another shed until morning comes and she hasn't turned.]

No. It's Walker blood. No bites.

[Clementine lowers her hatchet a bit and face him.]

Don't worry. I'm not an asshole. [It's a reference to a different moment, but it seems important to point out right now.]

[luckynumberthree]

[ Walker. A very specific term when you happen to know a bunch of people from a bunch of very different zombie apocalypses. Michonne's world? Possibly. But he still approaches in a manner that shows he doesn't mean her any threat, hands held out at his side to show he's unarmed.

Well. Mostly unarmed. Wonderland or not, some habits are harder than others to break. ]

I wouldn't think of accusing you of being one. You're a little short to have perfected being an asshole just yet. At least, I'd hope so. My name's Simon. I'd claim I'm not an asshole either, but that answer varies widely depending on who you talk to. [ He's joking. Probably. No, he's not. ]

later

[naughty_nurse]

[Mmm, dinner-time, let's go to the kitchen. Nothing too spooky or scary has happened in a while, let's be happy. She steps in - oh, there's someone else here!]

I-I'm sorry! I'll let you eat in -

[Peace, she was going to say, but then she notices GUN GUN WHY IS THERE A GUN]

Eek!

[shorthair]

[Clementine turns towards the scared girl and then blinks a bit abruptly at her reaction. She lifts her eyebrows and her mouth parts before she realizes why she seems to be afraid. She... forgets people here maybe aren't used to guns being around, but Clementine has seen so many of them that it'd be weird to not have one in view at all times, but Clementine immediately goes into a slight protective mode like with Sarah, like with anyone who seems innocent (and even some who aren't).]

It's just a thing.

[It's explained quickly even if she was never really sure what that meant. Remember it's just a thing, Clementine.]

It's not going to hurt you. I won't either.

[naughty_nurse]

[Despite the reassurance, Mikan has darted out of the kitchen, somewhat. She sticks her head in, sniffling.]

... R-Really? You won't? ... I j-just wanted something to eat, I swear, that's all!

kitchen.

[demonstrate]

"Not sure where to start?"

The gentle question comes from one Iris West, who'd lingered in the doorway for a good five minutes before realizing something is holding Clementine back from the feast. Iris doesn't get the chance to be around someone so tiny very often, and the fact Wonderland messes with children bothers her greatly, but that doesn't make her any less of a caretaker. It's kind of in her bones.

[shorthair]

Clementine turns abruptly at the sound of the voice. Her hand rests against the handle of the gun out of instinct. She takes in the way Iris stands there, how she looks as if she can get a wholly good read on someone that way, but she has a very warm expression on her face. Despite all the lessons she's learned about not trusting, she's drawn to that (like with Luke, like with Lee). Finally, Clementine sort of shuffles over her way and nods in answer. She's not sure where to start, and despite the fact she's really hungry, there's this nagging question in her head.

"Where do you think it comes from? I mean, it can't come from the air or only the closets. Not really."

[demonstrate]

Iris knows her way around a gun. Joe West made sure of that, along with making sure to put her in boxing gloves when she was six, too. Clementine's fairly older than that, but Iris can tell the girl isn't looking to intimidate. She's looking to protect herself. It's why Iris remains in place. She lets Clementine be the one to bridge the distance; she gives her that choice. "The consensus seems to be magic."

And yes, the curve of her lips suggests she is aware of how that might sound to a lot of people.

"Do you believe in magic?"

l-l-l-later

[drummeintheface]

[Greg was just gonna get a snack but now he's super extra hungry because wow.]

WOW. You've got a lotta food! Are you gonna eat all that?

[Hang on, Greg's sitting at your table either way.]

[shorthair]

[Clementine smiles a little at Greg. He's a kid, and the youngest kid she's seen since-- Well, she can't remember. Protective!Clem is automatically a go. She shakes her head]

No way. I need help. I haven't seen this much food in one place in forever. You eat the food here a lot?

[Cause she was a little worried it might be poisoned or might come from some place funny. Experiences with cannibals has that effect on a person, but she doesn't want to mention any of that to someone so young so she sticks to more general inquiries]

[drummeintheface]

Yeah! There's only one restaurant here, and it's waayyy up on the eighth floor.

[Greg picks up a cookie, then immediately puts it back down, face distressed.]

May I have a cookie?

[He almost took somebody's cookie without asking!!!!]

kitchen

[finewithhalf]

[Maya was just swinging by the kitchen for a snack, really. An orange, a giant turkey leg, whatever. Sometimes she liked to tell the fridge to surprise her just to see what comes out. This? This is different. This is some kid who's maybe not been allowed to eat what she wants and is letting the power go to her head.

She leans in the doorway, assessing the food choices. She would've guessed a fifth grader, maybe a little younger, but that's more of a five year old's diet.]

You know your stomach's just like this big right?

[She extends a fist, mostly for a size comparison.]

[shorthair]

[Clementine looks over at Maya when she speaks. There's a little surprise to Clementine's expression. She's older than Clem but still a whole lot younger than most people Clementine has seen in the last few years. She lifts an eyebrow as she peers at Maya's fist and then looks down at her own abdomen with a disapproving frown.]

For being so small, it makes a lot of noise. Kinda annoying.

[There's a hungry noise from it right now in fact. It's such a common sound in apocalypse world. Clementine doesn't react much to hearing it. She just turns back to all these foods that she wonders will even taste as good as she remembers them tasting.]

I was just trying to remember all my favorite foods from the last time I could eat whatever and see if the fridge would really give me anything... and now I have everything. You want some?

[plutonicideals]

[Riley only wanted a snack, originally. But she stops when she sees Clementine going through the food, staring at the huge pile.]

Oh wow, that is a lot of food.

[shorthair]

[Clementine turns back toward the sound of the voice, and she nods a little uncertainly]

I was... testing it out. The magic fridge thing. There's a lot of food I haven't had in a really long time. [And she wonders if it's still gonna taste as good when she was little]

kitchen.

[thesamurai]

Michonne knows that look. She'd had it the first time she showed up too, had thought up the biggest cheeseburger she could, and then indulged.

Then, she'd thrown it all up.

As it turns out, years of the end of the world really cleans out your system and reintroducing things too fast that had a lot of extra shit in them was a shock. But all of this makes her think of why anyone would get this much food and just look at it, rather than dig in. Clearing her throat a little, there's no katana on her back, and Michonne mostly looks unassuming.

It's right as she opens her mouth to speak when she sees the gun and her opinion's growing a little more firm. Her voice is soft when she speaks, so as not to startle the girl.

"You know, since food comes so easy, no one's gonna take it from you. No need for a gun."

[shorthair]

Clementine looks over at the sound of the woman clearing her throat. Then her mouth parts before she swallows, glancing down at the gun. She doesn't think she could ever walk around without it now that she has one, without something, because even when things seem like they're going really well, they're not. They don't.

The last time she saw food that looked this good it turned out to be Mark because those people turned him into meat. She almost ate it if it weren't for Lee, and this magic food appears out of nowhere and she doesn't have to search for it or hope it's still good enough to eat.

It just... is.

"It's not for that." She's seen people kill for what food they have. Isn't that why the man on the walkie talkie spoke to her? Some of their group stole the man's food, and his family died because of it. "It's in case anything happens because it usually does"

Kitchen

[tattooedredheads]

Planning on eating all that yourself?

[Don't mind the man whose already reaching over to grab one of the cookies. His own gun is hidden from view, somewhere beneath the vest and the long-sleeved shirt he's wearing. Bright red tattoos are clearly visible under his eyes.]

[shorthair]

I don't think I can. My stomach's only this big. [She indicated with her fist since that's something someone else taught her earlier. Clementine is not sure she can eat any of it despite how hungry she is. It's hard not really knowing where it comes from. She looks up at the man with the-] What's that under your eyes?

[Sometimes she's a bit blunt.]

later

[brainmeme]

Amethyst bursts into the kitchen like she owns the place, but comes to an instant stop when she sees someone she doesn't recognize inside. She peers at the little girl with a gun, then at the array of food before her.

Girl. Food.

"Oh, hey, these are shaped like dinos!" she exclaims in excitement, deciding to ignore the kid's firearm. Like she's gonna judge. Vidalia's got a gun. Why can't this kid? Amethyst grabs a dinosaur nugget and raises it to her mouth, but stops suddenly.

"Uh, can I have one?" Right. Because you should ask permission before taking someone else's food. She's learned that over the years.

It might be notable that Amethyst is both the size of the child, maybe a little smaller even, and clearly purple. Surprise.

[shorthair]

Clementine turns toward the sound of someone bursting in, and she stares. Her eyes widen as her mouth parts in surprise. She seems friendly enough whoever she is, but she is definitely very purple. There is plenty of weird and strange that she's seen in Wonderland, simply appearing in it has been enough, but this is different.

"Sure."

She slides over the cup of ketchup too cause dino nuggets require ketchup, dunks a dino of her own, and takes a bite.

"Why are you purple?"

Oh my God, Clementine, you can't just ask people why they're purple.