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

[shorthair]

Clementine nods in understanding when she mentions trying to kill someone the second she got back. It's hard to shift from what she's known for the last two years (for such a big portion of her life) to a place where none of those same rules apply.

She smirks in amusement. It's not that it's amusing really, but she can picture it so well. Everything smelled in that other world. She hardly realized it until she came here. No walker guts, nothing rotting. Things are alive. "So when stuff doesn't stink, you know you're back."

[thesamurai]

Michonne lets out a laugh that's mostly an exhale through her nose. "Exactly. No smell, no danger. Have people told you things about this place? You have the magic food down, and you have clean clothes. That mean you know about the closets, too?"

[shorthair]

Clementine smiles at the laugh. They're from the same world so she knows. Ripe with walkers, short in laughs. "Yeah. The magic stuff. They showed me. It's pretty cool and weird but... cool. What's the first food you had when you showed up here?"

[thesamurai]

"I had a big, loaded, greasy and cheesy burger. Side of fries and a vanilla milkshake. God, it was good, too."

She smiles a little, then it shifts to a smirk. "Then, I threw it all up an hour later. It was too much, too fast. But it was worth it."

[shorthair]

"Sounds really good. As long as it was worth it," Clementine says. "You never knew how long this place would last or when you'd ever get the chance to eat that again. It's good that you went for it."

Clementine has been far more cautious. Maybe she shouldn't be. Maybe she should give in and eat all the food she wants to eat. She wished it all up, but she hasn't actually chowed down. It's not even because she thought she might puke later. She's just so damn used to being cautious for such a big portion of her life.

[thesamurai]

Michonne looks at her, being level with her. "It was worth it. And sometimes there are things that happen here that are pretty...crazy. Dangerous, even. But those things end. You make it through them, and if you want, I can look in on you, you can always come with me. We have a whole group here that gets together because we're from a world with walkers. We're a family.

That all being said...enjoy this. Have fun. It's hard as hell I know, but try to be a kid for a while. Hang out with some of the others once you find your footing."

Easier said than done and she knows it, knows how hard it's been for Carl to be a kid. But he manages sometimes, reading comics, playing video games.

[shorthair]

Clementine nods, because it makes sense. Danger makes sense. It's the fact that it ends sometimes that seems amazing to her. "Yeah," she says, sitting up a bit. It's hard for her to trust people, but she trusts Michonne. She gets a good feeling about her already. "I'd like that."

She'd like Michonne to look in on her. "I'd want to meet everyone else too. I feel like I've been around Walkers so long I don't know-" She doesn't know how but she wants to try. She has this chance she wouldn't have otherwise.

She smiles, and it's genuine, warm if not tired. "Thank you."

[thesamurai]

"You're welcome, Clementine. What floor are you on? Maybe we can clean some of this up, stick it in the fridge, and I can walk you to your room."

That way, she can get a sense for where Clem is, especially if she's not on the 8th floor.

[shorthair]

"Fourth floor. Yeah, I'd-- I'd really like that. Thanks," Clementine says as she starts to gather up some of the food and sticks it into the fridge, one after the other. She got way more than she could ever eat.

She pockets some of the cookies for later though (She'll remember the whole closets-give-everything eventually). "What floor are you on?"

[thesamurai]

"I'm up on the eighth floor, and there's another one from our world, too. Her name is Andrea. We're in the same place. Plus, I have a lot of friends from a world like ours. Not exactly the same, and they call walkers 'zombies.'"

Michonne wants to explain, so that Clementine knows she's not alone.