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Clementine ([personal profile] smarterthanthem) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-09-02 12:13 pm

Jingle bells, Walkers smell [open]

Who| Clementine and OTA
What| Out and about through the mall
Where| Various locations, the Walking Dead store, the escalators etc.
When| Start of week 2
Warnings/Notes| only that which you bring with you

Prompt A: Anywhere, reacting to Christmaaaas

When Clementine had briefly talked about Christmas with Dave at the Cornucopia she hadn't actually expected it to happen. At first she'd been childishly delighted by the fake snow, trees, snowmen and giant inflatable candy canes; then suspicious.

The suspicion turns out to be fruitful as that same stupid song plays over and over again, as if the Capitol had forgotten any other Christmas music existed -- except of course it's all obviously purposeful. "So this is how they drive us all crazy." Clem grumbles, kicking at a pile of fake presents.

Prompt B: The Walking Dead store

The Capitol has been surprisingly creative here. In addition to the expected Walker masks and t-shirts, there are hoodies, posters, dolls, slippers and even mock up survival kits (though all the weapons included in these are made of foam) amongst other things. There's a rather disturbing noisemaker that when tilted produces a realistic Walker groan.

Clementine puts that one down quickly.

She pauses at a table of action figures, full of people she'd known since the outbreak started (and herself, weird) as well as generic survivors and Walkers. Her fingers find one of Lee soon enough, staring at the well-done detail on his face and feels just as disconcerted as she did by the biography in the bookshop.

Prompt C: Bottom of the escalators, going to the food court?

Going down is so much more fun than going up in this place, at least for Clementine.

After squinting downwards for any potential hostile tributes she clambers up onto the bannister of the escalator, and gets a good grip on it as she edges backwards right up until the point gravity starts to take hold. It'd suck to lose her balance and fall into the crushing gears hidden under the innocent looking steps.

With a final inch backwards she starts to slide, grinning as she does and resisting the urge to let out a whoop of enjoyment. It only takes five seconds to get down to the ground floor like this, she almost wishes it was longer (and didn't have to think about the climb back up later).
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[personal profile] polyturtle 2014-09-03 03:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, well. At least someone was having fun with the escalators. And the Christmas music. And Eponine's decaying body. Or...well, maybe not that last one, but hey, welcome to the food court. There was a turtle who was gathering food from the serving Avoxes.

With the amount of Tributes they now had, Don wasn't surprised that he hadn't really properly met Clementine. Nor was it difficult to recognize the girl who had been - at least until recently - the youngest of them.

"Hey. Hungry?"
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[personal profile] polyturtle 2014-09-03 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. It was pretty surprising, all things considered.

"Mostly just fast food," Don replied, holding up a bag. "Hamburgers and fries. No limit to what you can order at the moment, as long as you order right now during lunch."
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[personal profile] polyturtle 2014-09-04 08:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, I don't think getting fat will be a problem," Don replied. "They'll figure out a way to make sure we don't."

Releasing the muttations, for one. Or perhaps closing down the food court after a time.

"Donatello." Shifting his bags to his other hand, he freed his hand and brought it out. "Nice to meet you, finally."