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high_seas2013-10-06 11:49 pm
bravelittlehero) wrote in 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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