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

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!

[shorthair]

[Clementine grimaces slightly. It's half apologetic. It's half remembering what Carver said to her. Clementine knows that she's little, but she's also dangerous. Carver knew it too, but she doesn't want to hurt anyone if she doesn't have to (she's just had to again and again).]

It's just for protection, and you're not going to hurt me either, right? You can eat whatever you want. Have some of this too. It's good... I think. [She remembers it being good]

[naughty_nurse]

No, no, I don't want to hurt you at all, I swear! I mean it!

[With that in mind, she s-l-o-w-l-y inches her way back.]

[shorthair]

I didn't think you wanted to. You just never know so I keep it on me.

[Clementine lifts up one of the cookies in her direction as if it's a peace offering for scaring her how ever unintentionally.] It's chocolate chip.

[naughty_nurse]

... It looks good. Um. May I?

[She wouldn't want to be a thief, goodness no.]

[shorthair]

Yeah. Go ahead.

[Clem knows people who wouldn't wait a second to ask. They'd just yank whether it was offered to them or not because they were too hungry to do anything else. It kind of makes her smile that she'd still ask even with Clementine holding it out to her.] Anything you want here. Let me know how it tastes.

[naughty_nurse]

[For the briefest of seconds, it really seems like everything is okay.]

Thank you so much! Y-You're too kind, far too -

[And that's when Mikan moves and trips and pulls on the table runner and somehow, SOMEHOW, manages to yank everything off and make it spill on her as she falls to the ground. grand introduction.]

Eeeeeek!

[shorthair]

[Clementine blinks a bit at the sudden movement followed by the abrupt fall of everything, all the food. She jumps back in time to not get hit with any of the food herself, but she winces and then laughs a little, kneeling down beside her.]

Are you okay? [She picks a cookie off of her shoulder]

If a table of food takes you out, I can see why you'd be afraid of a gun.

[naughty_nurse]

Uuu... I'm so sorry for ruining everything!

[Yep, those are tears. She sniffles, trying to sit up.]

[shorthair]

...you didn't ruin anything. There's more food in the closet.

[Clementine lifts her eyebrows, surprised by the tears. She's used to people telling her about what they feel guilty about. After all it's the apocalypse. People die all the time because of little tiny things that can't possibly be anyone's fault (and some that are) so this is... strange for her. She reaches out a hand to help her sit up even though her expression's cautious.] Why are you getting so upset?

[naughty_nurse]

I-I'm sorry, I'm always like this... Ruining things, getting in the way, and then m-making things worse by overreacting...

[At least she's on her knees now, though still covered in food.]

[shorthair]

Stop apologizing. You didn't do anything wrong.

[Her voice is a little sharp, but Clementine knows wrong. She knows what it's like to actually ruin things. It means people die, and no one has died here. There's a mess of food but the closet provides more whenever they want.]

It's just food.

[naughty_nurse]

[She flinches at the sharp tone, and then bows her head low, hands on the floor.]

O-Okay! Ah! I-I'm trying to stop apologizing!

[shorthair]

[Clementine stares at her when she flinches like that.]

Have you ever gotten mad at anybody ever?

[Because it's kind of cathartic. It might do her some good.]

[naughty_nurse]

[Well. The last time she got mad was when Wonderland convinced her to start grievously wounding people so she could heal them, and so she was angry when they refused to be helped and ran away.

But. That's not something one brings up in introductions.]

Um... not really... It's just not easy for me to get angry. It's just the way I am, I guess.

[shorthair]

You should try it some time.

You shouldn't feel this bad about just knocking over some food when there's a whole closet full of it. [It just doesn't make any sense. She picks a macaroni out of the other girl's hair, tossing it into the bowl of macaroni and sitting back on her feet a bit]

This isn't any good reason to apologize.

[naughty_nurse]

I'm sorry for apologizing!

[Yeah, no wonder she's seeing two therapists. She manages to get to her feet, at last.]

I-I'll get you some more food, right away...

[shorthair]

Stop. Don't.

[Clementine gets to her feet too and then grabs hold of her arm. It probably hits her too close to home given the actual shit she's been through with people apologizing left and right for deaths when that is the world. It's a world of deaths, but her little jaw locks, and she insists it with a fierceness that shouldn't be for an eleven year old but was born out of fire and death and pain.]

You don't have to. Just say, Screw that, it was an accident, and it's okay! It's not your responsibility. Stop taking it all on!

[naughty_nurse]

[And of course she stops, flinching again, whimpering a little. She doesn't know what she can do to please Clementine. A tiger can't change its stripes, after all.]

Uuu...W-what do you want me to do? I don't know what to do!

[shorthair]

It doesn't matter what I want you to do!

[Clementine folds her arms across her chest as he looks at her, and she's using the same kind of harshness she'd use with Sarah sometimes. It's a mixture of gentle and harsh. The world is a terrible place. You've gotta have sharper edges or it'll destroy you.]

What do you want?

[naughty_nurse]

[Sniffle sniffle.]

I... I just wanted to eat... I've been studying for so long but I had to stop, because I was hungry...

[shorthair]

Then eat.

[Clementine folds her arms across her chest] Get what you want from the closet and don't worry about the mess.

[naughty_nurse]

[Is. Is she allowed to move. She hesitates... and then... begins to walk...]