thearena | [Open] Roam if you want to

Who: Clara Murphy & YOU!
What: Clara slips out of the house to go exploring.
When: Week 2 (maybe later than that too?)
Where: All over!
Notes: Possible language? Potential violence?

01 - Main Street
Clara's pretty certain that her and Alex weren't the only ones to lay claim to one of the buildings in town. Thinking otherwise would be naive at best, and could get her killed at worst. Which doesn't mean that there aren't some that haven't already been sacked or claimed, and if she's lucky she'll find one of them and some supplies to add to their stash. Brandishing the knife that had been dropped in front of their house with her name on it the morning before alongside a flashlight that she's clutching in her left hand, she approaches what looks like an abandoned drug store, hoping that maybe there's still something of use inside.

02 - Amusement Park
Clara had always liked amusement parks. The lights, the colors, the sounds, the smell of funnel cake and cotton candy. They always made her think of going to the carnival with her family as a kid, or dates with Alex, or the proud look on David's face when he won a goldfish or a stuffed animal almost as big as he was. What they definitely never made her think of was thick fog with the skeletal figures of rides emerging with every step or the giant, terrifying clown face that obviously served as the entrance to a fun house. Hearing some sort of footsteps near by, she climbs over the wooden counter of a game stall and ducks down, hoping whoever (or whatever) it is goes away soon.

03 - Orchards
Suspicious as she may be of taking whatever came from the Arena itself compared to what was dropped in for them as gifts, there are certain creature comforts that Clara's missed from home. Ones that aren't completely obvious, like fresh fruit. So her discovery of an orchard makes her wary, which she ignores in lieu of the fact that there's a peach tree right in front of her and one's practically within her reach.

04 - Choose Your Own

Threaded | Flat

The drug store is not what Punchy was expecting. Having grown up in an era of CVS stores, he's used to pharmacies also stocking a supply of sodas and gummi worms, his favorite go-to snack foods. Finding nothing but some old peppermints that practically turn to dust in his mouth is, to put it lightly, a bit of a bummer.

He hasn't eaten in nearly a week.

He's taking a catnap when someone jiggles the front door handle. He's never slept deep or long, so almost immediately he's on his feet, hair smushed over to one side from the way he was cuddling with a folding chair. He has no weapon but his fists, but that's the way he likes it.

When he reaches the glass pane of the front door, he's half-certain that the glow of Clara's flashlight, combined with the way it catches her hair, is the sign of an angel. He cracks open the door, a big shit-eating grin on his freckly face.

"'Ey, shawty."

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Someone else joined her in jumping with the counter of the game, spear in hand.

Guy scurried back away from her slightly in surprise when he realized she was there, too, but rather than attacking, he held his finger up to his lips in a silent "ssssh," to let her know to be quiet.

He immediately jumped into a mime routine where he knelt, pointing in the direction of the counter to show that something was out there, and mimed something moving with lurching hand movements. Then he bared his teeth and chomped, as if he was a monster, before pointing back in the direction of the counter again.

There was a monster out there, one of the lurching human-like things with massive mouths filled with teeth.

Clara had been careful to make sure that Alex didn't know that she was slipping out of the house while he was gone. Hell, the first time she had found the orchard, she fought the urge to bring any of the fruit home with her because she knew that, if she did, Alex would have given her so much shit for putting herself in danger. This time, though, she can point out that she didn't leave the house unprepared. She has the pack he grabbed back at the cornucopia to carry the fruit back and has her knife and some bugspray in her jacket pocket and her flashlight in hand.

By the time she gets to the orchard, she's dodged a couple of walkers and successfully managed to fend off one the dog-like creatures. There are trails on the ground, but she tries to not let that phase her. After all, there's only so much old canned food and delivered rations a person can deal with. Clara shrugs off the backpack and opens it up once she gets to an apple tree with low hanging fruit. She picks a few apples before stepping under the tree and looks up, noticing something scuttling above her, which makes her quickly retreat back to the outside of the tree as she closes the bag and swings it back onto her shoulders.

It's too late, of course. The spider's already seen her and is coming down from the tree. And against Clara's better judgement, she's running deeper into the trees instead of out into the open.

Rosalind didn't trust the fruit, either.

Something about the whole setup was just terribly obvious - with everything as decimated as it was, peaches that just happened to all be ripe right about now were just too good to be true.

She was just a couple of trees away from Clara, holding one of the offending fruits to inspect it. Sniffing it. Breaking it open with her fingers. Evaluating whether anything about it was strange.

...But then she noticed she wasn't alone, and in lieu of being silent, she chose to speak up. Alliances could be made. Besides, the girl didn't seem so very tough at this distance.

"I wouldn't, if I were you. Something isn't right about these."

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02 Amusement Park

Closed to Alex

The Orchard