entrancelogs | i've got blood on my name [open]

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.

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[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?

[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.]

[Clementine makes a face of confusion when he mentions her being safe here, because that doesn't seem right. Safety doesn't seem right. Where are the walkers?]

I'm Clementine.

[She nods, still holding on to her weapon even if she's lowered it now.]

Yeah, I want to know where I am and what happened. This place seems weird, different.

[Sirius leads the way to the kitchen and sits them down on some barstools. He's careful not to make any sudden movements, since she seems really jumpy.]

So. You suddenly just found yourself here, right? Like magic?

[Clementine sits up on the barstool, pulling herself up along the way. She rests her hands on top of the counter.]

Yeah. There was a horde of walkers, my group, and it was night. Then suddenly there's a sun and a really big building, and I don't know. It's weird. Magic's not real, right?

[Well, that answers one question, at least. Another muggle kid. Wonderland hasn't even heard of pulling punches, has it?]

I can say for certain it's real here, at least. It sounds like it isn't real everywhere.

[He stands up again, goes through the motions of getting a glass and filling it with water. He could demonstrate the magic of this place by having it appear, suddenly, right in front of her, but that isn't what she needs right now. He slides the glass to her.]

Have you ever heard of Alice in Wonderland?

[Clementine narrows her gaze at the wording.]

That means it's real where you're from.

[He definitely seems to know about real magic, and she still doesn't know how she got here so she can't say she believes magic is not real at all anymore. Maybe she's dreaming, but her dreams usually have Lee in them. He's nowhere to be found. She reaches for the glass gratefully, picking it up, drinking it, realizing it's the best tasting water she's had in years]

...yeah. She falls down a rabbit hole. Ends up somewhere all kooky, weird.

[Sirius is patient, letting her drink as much as she needs to. There's no rush, after all. Although he'd rather not dwell on the reason why that is the case.]

As far as I know, nobody did the rabbit hole bit, but. We're all Alice, essentially. Especially the real one, although she's...not exactly the same as the books.

[He won't say why just yet. Clementine has enough to be scared about as it is.]

No, it was too fast. It wasn't like falling down anything at all.

[One moment she's in a horde. Another moment, she's not.]

It means this place has to be different than the story too. [She never read it herself, but her mother read it to her once, and she watched the Disney movie. She found it kind of funny, but it's not where she'd ever picture herself being]

It is. And you'll learn everything you need to know soon enough. But right now, you're safe. And that's what matters.

[Sirius tries to gauge by sight what she needs most right now. It's something Mrs. Potter could do-- maybe from motherly instinct or something. But he just isn't sure, so he'd better just ask.]

Are you hungry? Or do you need a nap? I can get you food, or we can find you a bedroom.

[Clementine doesn't know how to say that safety doesn't exist anymore, but she believes what he says. There's no immediate danger. Right now, he said. That makes the closest amount of sense even if it's hard to relax. There's a little smirk.]

I'm always hungry. [And always tired too but food sounds good.]

[Sirius chuckles and nods.]

I know the feeling. What would you eat if you could eat absolutely anything? I bet we have it.

[He's about to blow a mind.]

[Clementine presses her lips together in deep, deep thought. There are about a hundred foods which slam into her head at once. It's the product of eating out of cans for so long and sometimes rats or gross stuff like that.]

Chocolate chip cookies.

[Sirius nods, grinning too devilishly to be all that subtle about the fact that he's about to do something like a prank. Still, he hops down from the stool and, for effect, walks over to the oven...

And opens it to reveal a tray of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies. Lucky for him, the pan itself isn't hot and he can just slide it right out and place it right in front of her on the counter as he hops back onto his stool.]

There you are! Would you like milk or tea with them?

[Clementine stares at him with raised eyebrows because she SEES that look on his face! What does it mean??? Hrm.

Then he just pulls the whole tray out of the oven like it's no big deal at all. She stumbled magically upon a mansion which is now shooting out chocolate chip cookies that she wants without breaking a sweat.]

Woah! What the hell? It just-- It knew? [It's kinda creepy but kinda cool. She's so torn.] Milk! [She hasn't had milk in so long]

[Sirius lets out a bright laugh. Almost a giggle.] Yes, m'um. Not the sort of magic I'm used to, exactly, so I was pretty impressed myself, actually.

[He looks down at the counter and a glass of milk appears. He slides it over to her with a smile.]

I've seen food magically appear, before, but it still had to be made. And presumably the ingredients were grown and such somewhere. But here it's just...

[Sirius shrugs.]

Sort of goes along with showing up out of nowhere, I guess. Nobody's sure how Wonderland does that either.

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