Sitting on the edge of the fountain...

[bravelittlehero]

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?

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[letteropener]

Celestia had been spending plenty of time around the fountain, expecting others in her situation to appear or make their way there as their journals led them. Seeing somepony new there -- or some other, really, the generic term not quite appropriate any more -- the alicorn approached at a slow pace. Wings half-spread, mane and tail streaming ethereal colors, she was looking her best in order to keep her impressions positive.

"Good evening," she said, from a polite distance away. "Have you been displaced from your home as well?"

[hostclubshadowking]

A little girl. Kyouya watched her with some interest for a time before finally approaching. She looked like she was alone. No one was coming for her, at least. Besides, he knew that look. The look of someone who didn't know where they were or how they'd gotten there. At least it was safe to say she hadn't seen the vision he had when he'd arrived.

"Hello, Miss." He bowed at the waist when he was close enough. A polite, Japanese greeting. "Are you waiting for someone?"

He knew the answer, but he still had to ask.

[alwaysgrumpy]

Well, if he was going to wander around in a confused funk, he might as well stuff his face. Akira was currently chowing down on a meal of steak on a stick, his cheeks full as he took notice of the girl at the fountain. Right near the spot he landed when he came here.

"Oh, hey. Are you that kid I spoke to earlier?" he said, looking around, "No other kids around here, so I made a guess."

[havesomedeath]

Henry was very familiar with this smell. Blood. Death. He'd seen a lot of it, as was natural in the army. It was kind of nostalgic, actually. It wasn't that weird he was smelling it here, honestly, since that was a strange place. The weird part was that it was coming from a little girl. How curious.

Very casually, he sat down on the edge of the fountain himself, right next to the girl. "Hi there!" he said cheerfully, grinning. "Why're you sitting here?"

[no_souls_here]

Seeing the child sitting there brought a pang of discomfort to the young Earl. It also triggered many an unpleasant memory. He stood back for several minutes willing the thoughts to the back of his mind. Thinking of the past wasn't going to help him sculpt his future. Besides, there was nothing to blatantly state that this girl might have come from a similar situation as his own. Her eyes, while shielded by the hoodie did not have that characteristic look of someone that was dead inside. Someone that was unable to recover and move on.

He approached the girl and casually tossed her a few coins. Not wanting to appear like a soft touch or weak, he continued walking. If she had arrived without any money, then with that she should be able to afford new clothing.