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There's a starman waiting in the sky [Open]
Who| Clementine and Kenny, Clementine and OTA
What| Clementine in the space arena before she dies, with a thread for Kenny to mercy kill Walker!Clem
Where| The labs, the spaceport
When| backdated to week 1 of the arena
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of child death and zombie children
[Prompt a: the Spaceport]
This arena would be cool if it weren't so deadly. Clementine remembers movies with this kind of thing, then books and comics after the electricity had gone. That the Capitol made this is as ridiculous as ever. When she's in the spaceport Clementine likes to go to the windows and look out at the fake field of stars, though never at the appointed time when those stars arrange themselves into the faces of the dead.
It's dangerous to be out here and Luke would have a fit about her being alone, however briefly, but they still need food and water and there's a lot of places to hide out here, especially for someone as small as she is.
[Prompt b: The Labs]
The three of them, like so many others, chose one of the labs to make their home for the arena. Sometimes the puzzles were difficult to get in or out of the room but the feeling of safety, at least from the mutt's and turrets, was worth the difficulty. Other tributes could still come inside if they could figure it out of course.
Clementine makes a face as she bites into a raw potato and keeps an eye on the door, alone now while Nick and Luke are out. It's not the worst thing she'd ever eaten, not by a long shot, it's still pretty unpleasant though.
What| Clementine in the space arena before she dies, with a thread for Kenny to mercy kill Walker!Clem
Where| The labs, the spaceport
When| backdated to week 1 of the arena
Warnings/Notes| Mentions of child death and zombie children
[Prompt a: the Spaceport]
This arena would be cool if it weren't so deadly. Clementine remembers movies with this kind of thing, then books and comics after the electricity had gone. That the Capitol made this is as ridiculous as ever. When she's in the spaceport Clementine likes to go to the windows and look out at the fake field of stars, though never at the appointed time when those stars arrange themselves into the faces of the dead.
It's dangerous to be out here and Luke would have a fit about her being alone, however briefly, but they still need food and water and there's a lot of places to hide out here, especially for someone as small as she is.
[Prompt b: The Labs]
The three of them, like so many others, chose one of the labs to make their home for the arena. Sometimes the puzzles were difficult to get in or out of the room but the feeling of safety, at least from the mutt's and turrets, was worth the difficulty. Other tributes could still come inside if they could figure it out of course.
Clementine makes a face as she bites into a raw potato and keeps an eye on the door, alone now while Nick and Luke are out. It's not the worst thing she'd ever eaten, not by a long shot, it's still pretty unpleasant though.
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Maybe a little."Your group... doin' good?" he asks, his inexperience with doing the equivalent of friendly small talk making it a bit awkward. "Y'need anything, I mean?" It isn't an outright offer of help, exactly. But Nick had seemed like a decent guy beneath his prickly sarcasm. Decent folks ought to look out for each other, he figures, especially if there's little kids involved.
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"Oh." she blinks and then nods a little further. She doesn't think Nick would help anyone bad out, at least not knowingly. Deciding to take a chance she relaxes her grip on the piece of shrapnel and folds her arms loosely across her chest instead. "I'm Clementine. I... we're okay."
Well, not really, counting how Nick had almost died on their first day in the arena but this guy doesn't look much like a doctor. "We have some supplies." her gaze flickers and you know what, she's just going to ask, "Why are you carrying around that things head?"
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"Gotta be useful for somethin', I figure. All else fails, I'll go bowling."
It's been established that they're sort of on the same side, so he risks approaching her now, leaning closer to the windows lining the wall so he can peer up at the field of stars outside. Might at least make any other Tributes in the area think twice before pegging Clem as an easy target, if she doesn't look like she's out alone.
Which brings him to his next question.
"What're you doin' out here by yourself? Takin' in the view?" She'd said her friends weren't far away, but judging by the silence of their immediate surroundings, and how far sound could carry here in the echoing hallways, he has his doubts.
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This from a little girl used to the undead being all about her. At least this thing isn't rotting, yet, though she doesn't know how Daryl stands to hold it like that.
Saying her friends were nearby had been a ploy of sorts, a deterrent. Not actually all that true. "I was looking for supplies." she tells him, plucking at the sleeve of her pink suit. "And... I'm waiting for them to show who died today."
Maybe people she knew, maybe not.