Clementine (
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high_seas2013-10-06 11:49 pm
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Sitting on the edge of the fountain...
Who: Clementine...join her!
Where: She is sitting on the edge of the fountain.
When: The afternoon of October 6th
What: Clementine has arrived.
Warnings: Possible talk of death/zombies/blood...
Style: Going with the flow
Status: Open . Very open.
Clementine was sitting on the edge of the fountain, her journal resting on her lap. She'd woken up in this strange place near a fountain not too long ago and since then, she has been sitting on the edge, reading the journal with fascination. Well as much as she could read. Some people used bigger, more complex words than she knew, like the welcome page. She couldn't read where she was, but she was pretty sure it didn't say Georgia.
She was, in a word, filthy. Her dress was covered from head to toe in what looked like caked, dried blood. She smelled like someone who was a lot less than alive. Thrown on top of it was a red hoodie, one that had seen better days and had quite a few bloodstains itself, just not as bad as the others.
She had currency in one pocket and her gun in the other. She looked out at the people, watching them. They hadn't been friendly, not at all, but they still moved like they were alive. Where was she? What would Lee do in her situation?
Where: She is sitting on the edge of the fountain.
When: The afternoon of October 6th
What: Clementine has arrived.
Warnings: Possible talk of death/zombies/blood...
Style: Going with the flow
Status: Open . Very open.
Clementine was sitting on the edge of the fountain, her journal resting on her lap. She'd woken up in this strange place near a fountain not too long ago and since then, she has been sitting on the edge, reading the journal with fascination. Well as much as she could read. Some people used bigger, more complex words than she knew, like the welcome page. She couldn't read where she was, but she was pretty sure it didn't say Georgia.
She was, in a word, filthy. Her dress was covered from head to toe in what looked like caked, dried blood. She smelled like someone who was a lot less than alive. Thrown on top of it was a red hoodie, one that had seen better days and had quite a few bloodstains itself, just not as bad as the others.
She had currency in one pocket and her gun in the other. She looked out at the people, watching them. They hadn't been friendly, not at all, but they still moved like they were alive. Where was she? What would Lee do in her situation?
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He entered the room, approaching the stained clothes. Those, he'd get rid of later. "It's nothing too fancy, but I found this for you."
As he's speaking, though, he sees not the journal... but the gun. That puts a whole new spin on the clothes she was wearing. What had this girl seen before now? Who would give a child a gun?
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"My room's three doors to the right, okay? Once you're done and dressed, come knock and we'll see about getting you a room, too."
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This wasn't the place to want to sleep alone. Especially not for a kid, he considered.
He smiled and gave a nod. "Sure. If you want to, you can."
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Clementine nodded though in return. "Okay. I'll come soon."
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...That maybe -- just maybe -- he missed looking after someone wasn't a thought he was willing to indulge.
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"It's nice." She nodded. It was a nice pale shade of green, which was a step up than the white her other dress had been, which had been impractical at best.
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"How old are you, Clementine?"
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"I'm nine. I just had my birthday."
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"You know how to use a gun?"
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Her smile faded though and she looked at the floor at the mention of that. "He said I'm real good at it."
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"Who's Lee?"
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She poked at the comforter a few times, maybe avoiding the topic just a little bit.
"Lee is...Lee was..." Clementine wasn't sure how to say it. What was he really? "My friend."
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"Why did he teach you how to use a gun?" He kept his voice quiet, as gentle as possible. He didn't want to upset her, no, but... he wanted to know. Maybe even felt like he needed to know.
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"Walkers are dead people who don't die, they get up and walk around and try and eat you. But Lee said I have to protect myself too, in case he..."
Clementine trailed off there. That was the problem, wasn't it?
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Then again, they'd all been kidnapped and brought to a set of islands by a ghost pirate and told to find a lost treasure. What was real was actually quite different than he'd always assumed, wasn't it?
But it was so hard to imagine. To rationalize. To be anything other than a scared little girl justifying what she saw. But he couldn't bring himself to actually dismiss it. So, instead, he focused on something else.
"Do you... think he might be here, too? Just somewhere a little different? We can look tomorrow, if he might be."
He'd looked at his friends, tried to find them.
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"Lee can't come back again."
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"I'm sorry, Clementine."
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"We'll... we'll look around tomorrow. See if there are any boats you like or people you want to go with." His voice caught a bit in his throat. He didn't know how to handle this situation. So... better to just stick with this. "If... if we don't find anyone you like better... You can stay with me."
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"That sounds good."
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He wouldn't actually be asleep for awhile himself, but it was easy enough to light a candle and look over the journal that way while the girl slept.
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