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Clara Murphy ([personal profile] seestheman) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-08-24 02:24 pm

i said hey, girl with one eye

Who| Clara Murphy and Dennett Norton, Clara Murphy & OPEN
What| Clara gets help after the fight with Venus. And after that sneaks around the Arena.
Where| All over the mall.
When| The first night of the Arena up through the beginning of week two.
WARNINGS| Mentions of gruesome eye injuries. Various other awful things'll probably happen too.


The Authority
Clara didn't say anything to Alex about it when he took the knife she had grabbed on the first day, but that was really just adding insult to injury. She hadn't just lost an eye, she had, for the time being, also lost the best way she had to protect herself. So Clara's on a mission to find a new weapon.

It may be careless of her, but she's standing in the hunting knife section of the store and is testing them out instead of just grabbing one and running. This time she's going to make sure it feels right and is the best weapon for her, just in case she gets involved in another fight.

OmniStore (aka the Roboverse themed store)
In her continuing exploration of the mall, Clara eventually finds herself on the third floor. After picking up an eyepatch in a store based on Molotov Cocktease, she finds a store with a familiar logo over the door.

The store contains a number of familiar things. Plastic visors and chestplates based off of Alex's in both black and silver. Fake silver wedding bands in twin packs, the smaller of which matches the one she's allowed to wear as a token from home (and, not that anyone here would really know this, but the larger's match is sitting in her jewelry box at home). A number of jackets, ties, and glasses that remind her of Dr. Norton.

Her eye quickly locks onto something against one of the stark, white walls of the store. A mannequin clad in a recreation of her favorite coat from home and a rack of clothes that look like they were pulled from her closet, which she quickly crosses to.

A Touch Of Class - Makeup Counter
To say Clara's time in the Arena has been rough so far would be a massive understatement. And, as such, Clara's of the opinion that she needs a little bit of self-care to make things a little better. Since there don't seem to be an bathtubs and she really doesn't want to have a bubblebath in the fountain, the next best thing is a makeover.

For anyone who may find her, Clara's perched on a tall chair, having already applied some (fairly minimal) eye makeup and trying to figure out the most flattering way to apply blush around the gauze covering her right eye.

Food Court
Clara's a bit wary about returning to the food court, considering that her first night in the Arena, she got into a fight and lost an eye there. But it seems like the only place that actually has food and after a few days without eating, she's ravenous. And this time, she's much more careful, trying to be as silent and cautious as possible.

More than anything, she wants a salad. Of course, beggars can't be choosers so, considering her luck so far, there are no salads. But there is a place that reminds her of the bakery/cafe by the station that she used to pop into when visiting Alex that looks like it has something vaguely healthier than most of the other options, so she grabs herself a sandwich and some soup and grabs a table that she hopes is fairly hidden away.
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[Closed to Dennett Norton]

[personal profile] biomechatronic 2014-08-26 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Dennett stares after Alex for a long moment. It's another reminder, because Dennett had done that to him, turned him into that cold, erm...machine.

But Alex wasn't going to listen, even with this injury to his wife, so after a moment he gives up. He can't fix Alex. At least, not here. But that?

Well, he can try. He settles down next to her, his gaze behind his glasses getting clinical--not quite as cold as Alex's. It's a different kind of dispassion, at least. He tilts her head up, examining it. "It depends. Do you think you have an intercranial damage? Any splinters or shards or other foreign matter?"
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[personal profile] biomechatronic 2014-08-28 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
He's a little alarmed that they have the ability to manipulate Alex like that. It was bad enough that he did; Dennett at least had a conscience. Somewhere.

"I'll have to take a closer look. Hold on." He has, in his limited pilfering skills, managed to snag a bottle of water. "This might sting--it's not salinated." Because, yes, a sting will surely bother her, with the damage he's seeing. Still, he owes her extra consideration, as he moves to pour the water gently over the damaged socket.

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A Touch of Class!

[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-08-24 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Right now, it's all about scouting. Finding the places that have useful supplies, finding the danger spots, the places that might make for good hideouts. They've split up to do this - it's a risk, but it lets them cover more ground, at least for a little while.

Joel is poking around the store when he spots movement near a counter. He ducks down until he can circle around and figure out who it is. When he spots Clara, he lets out a breath, standing up.

"Find anything use - Jesus Christ," he says, shocked when he gets a look at her. "What the hell - "
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-08-31 08:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Joel is like that - occasionally still experiences those shocks, though he bounces back from them quickly.

He won't ask about the details, just shake his head at the state of things.

"Looks to me like you won, if you're still alive," he points out frankly. Then again, that's always been Joel's idea of 'winning'. If you're still breathing, if you live to see another day (even if you can't actually see it) then you've come out ahead.

"You must be alright on supplies, then," he points out casually. If she's got the wherewithal to be doing her makeup, she must be okay on food at least.
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[personal profile] aintyourdad 2014-09-25 09:17 pm (UTC)(link)
Joel shrugs. It's probably too bad Clara didn't kill whoever her attacker was, but water under the bridge. Maybe she'd softened them up enough that they'll think twice before attacking anyone else.

Part of him thinks he should ask who it was, but honestly, does it matter? He's been here long enough that he knows who to trust and who not to, and newcomers are always on the do not trust list until they prove themselves otherwise.

"Alright," he mutters with a shrug. If she was really bad off, he could maybe help her in a pinch, but he's got his own people to think about. And again, if she's sitting around putting on makeup, she must not be in really dire straits, missing eye or no. "Don't stay in one place for long," he warns after a moment. "Best to keep on the move."

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[personal profile] givingtree 2014-08-25 06:12 am (UTC)(link)
Groot wasn't really one to care about knives or other weapons, not unless Rocket or his other friends needed them, but for once, it was he who needed a blade. The outfit of ribbons he was forcibly wrapped in is so tightly woven around him he can't rip them off. Added to the fact his body isn't functioning properly, he can't expand his body to help in the process. No, the Terrans effectively trapped him.

It was annoying and nothing of the kinds of outfits he'd willingly wear. He was dressed like this for their amusement, which was degrading.

He moved into the store, nearing the knife section when he sees a little Terran over there. This was a death match, or he was told, and it's highly likely that she was alerted to his approach by the heavy fall of his footsteps, so he wonders if she'll attack him. The wondering shifts his annoyed expression into one of curiosity.
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[personal profile] givingtree 2014-08-26 08:23 am (UTC)(link)
For her benefit, he slows to a stop, giving her the room she might need to not overreact. The knife is little threat to him, so he doesn't even bother paying it much attention, but he's still cautious more for her sake. It's better for her when she lowers it, gives him less of a reason to see her as a threat. Less reason to act on that notion. He needs more reason than some of his friends to jump to violent action or killing.

The Terran's greeting is unsure. Perhaps she's wondering if he's sentient.

"I am Groot," it's an introduction, as clearly indicated when he brings his hand to his ribbon wrapped chest. His tone is friendly in a neutral way, as if putting the type of encounter this will be in her hands.
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[personal profile] givingtree 2014-09-04 11:56 am (UTC)(link)
He looks pleased when she puts the knife away and introduces herself. The gladiatorial nature of this prison seems to be something not everyone is quick to leap to, instead willing to be friendly on some level. Though the injury to her face seems to indicate some adhere to what their captors want.

Looking down at himself again, Groot frowns at the ribbons. The stylists were quiet at a loss as what to do with him, but then had too much fun doing this to him.

Her offer is appreciated, with his angle, he would have just had to hack at the ribbons the best he could. Not that it'd do him much damage.

"I-am Groot," though the words are the same, it's how he says them that might seem different. His tone is more explanatory, though there's an irritated clip to his name, but when looks at her, nodding to accept her offer, his expression changes back to something nicer, clearly showing that irritation isn't directed at her.
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[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-08-26 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Clara? That you?" Susannah's voice comes from a much lower location than Clara had probably last seen her. But then, she'd still had her prosthetic legs when Clara would have last seen her, unless she was paying particular attention at the cornucopia.

Her hands rest lightly at her side, although they hold the pried-off skate blades from her cappies. She doesn't look inclined to use them right now, though.
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[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-09-11 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
Susannah shrugs. "Not that great. One of our friends--Roland's and mine--showed up at the Cornucopia. Once you find your knife, do you mind passing one or two others down? The more weapons we get the better."
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[personal profile] dividedgirlofmine 2014-10-03 09:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Sharp," she replies, wryly. "Honestly, I'm not the knife expert. Maximus tried to show me how to use one of the ones they have in the training center, but current I'm planning on using a bow and arrow if I can get them off the rack. These are for my friends." She wouldn't mind help with retrieving that bow and arrow too, actually, to save time.

"Speaking of that friend... if you run in to him, try to help him out? He's blond, a bit of a prep-school type, good-looking for his age? Jake's pretty good at taking care of himself," Susannah adds, "but... he's still just eleven and that's going to make him a target with a certain set as much as it keeps him from being one for most of the rest of us."
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Touch of Class

[personal profile] arosewiththorns 2014-08-27 12:36 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not her first stop, but Rose had always half planned to find somewhere with make up sooner or later, to find something to replace the lipstick Jolie had so carefully applied to her lips before they sent her in. Her priorities had been order at least, to find needles, as many as she can, and a change of clothes, the black boat neck sweater hiding most of her bruises and the black boots and jeans chosen for practicality but now it's time for some war paint.

She doesn't look to the mirrors as she passes them, not wanting to see again what they've done to her face, not wanting to feel that sickness and anger again. But when she sees Clara she stops, frowning slightly as she studies her and even though she doesn't take a hold of it her hand falls to the needles strapped to her thighs. The woman is already injured though, and maybe that's what keeps her standing there, standing there and not attacking.

"It's Clara, isn't it?" She says carefully, mindful to not be too loud and Rose still keeps her distance.
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[personal profile] arosewiththorns 2014-09-04 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
She can see the way the woman's surprised, she can even tell that for a second she considers drawing her knife. Rose honestly wouldn't be surprised if she did, that is the aim of these series of games after all. It would be a pity though, Rose isn't really wanting to kill anyone, not when it's easier to just avoid it and let others play the game. She just has to keep Dave safe, and while that means eventually killing, right now she's enjoying the brief reprive.

And if she had previously enjoyed her conversation with Clara, that has no weight in her decisions. She won't let it have weight,

"That's correct," she responds, a touch too formal, too distant. It's been a hard few weeks, but the shell she created in jail is helping now. She's casual as she shifts, glancing to the counters and scanning them. She knows she's quick enough if Clara changes her mind.

For a moment she considers not saying what she's really after, but really, what's the point. So she just shrugs, looking back to Clara. "Lipstick. Dark, an almost black sort of purple if possible."
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[personal profile] arosewiththorns 2014-09-18 12:30 am (UTC)(link)
"Killing me would be too easy really," she smiles and it's almost like she's baring her teeth in truth. Because it's a fact, at least to her. Killing her ends this all, keeping her alive keeps the floor open to more torture and the suffering of arenas. She's still not certain what awaits her after this, whether she'll return to jail or to the tower and she doesn't really want to consider it too long. It just reminds her how out of control she is in all this.

But there is something nice in seeing a familiarish face, something nice in making stupid small talk. It's a sense of normality she supposes, a shred that she supposes anyone would find fondness in. "But thank you. It's good to see a familiar face too,"

She glances, quick and from the corner of her eye to where Clara waves, her body still turned to the woman just in case. But she spots it all the same, her nod a little too sharp before she starts making her way over, careful to still keep distance between them. "I'll check it out then. Thank you."

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