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thearena2014-09-02 12:13 pm
smarterthanthem) wrote in 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).
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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Clementine nods, "Lucky he's in my District, makes him easy to find."
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Dave just snorts at that. "I lived with him for thirteen years and the guy never got easy to find. He's an elusive shit stain." A dead one, too.
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Clementine reaches out and play-punches his arm, "Nothing to do with butts!" she says with a roll of her eyes, "The rest sounds cool though." it really does, no lie. Better than going to back to her own world anyway, it's not the first time someone's mentioned she might be able to go elsewhere and if Dave was serious, well, going with him might be vying for the top of her list.
"We could put a bell on him."
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He grunts when she punches at him, moving to rub his arm and scowl. "You aren't really disproving my point, you know. That seems like a butt thing to do." Deep down he knows that his world really isn't safe. It isn't much safer than here, realistically speaking, but it's cooler than zombies- walkers. Whatever. "You're a lucky charm though, so I guess that makes your aspect light. Mine is time. Obviously." He's seriously considering this, now. "And you're sneaky so you're probably like a thief- no thieves are dicks. Uh... I think Rogues are a similar concept though." Now that he's thinking about this, he's sort of forgotten about Bro. They'd never get a bell on him anyway, psshh.
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She sticks her tongue out at him, "It is not a butt thing to do, it's in response to being called a butt." Really, she didn't hit you that hard Dave.
Lucky charm... "Rogue and... light? So what does that mean?"
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He rolls his eyes behind his shades. "It's a butt reaction to being a butt. I just told you what it means, god damn. You're a lucky thief. You're the kind of thief who shares your loot."
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And there's a poke for good measure. "Okay I get it, lucky thief." in some ways it's already true, given her past. "I like it."
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"Uh. Well we got on, I guess, considering I dated one of them for a while. Y'know. It just gets awkward when you're around the same four or five people every day for your whole life." He'll put a hand on her shoulder almost companionably before he jostles her to the side. "Congrats. Get your interstellar visa sorted and you can come back with me to space."