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thecapitol2014-09-18 05:18 pm
smarterthanthem) wrote in thecapitol2014-09-18 05:18 pm
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Children are resilient [closed]
Who| Clementine and Bruce Banner, Clementine and Jet, Clementine and Dave
What| Clem spends time with her friends after they get out of the arena
Where| Numerous locations
When| Through week 3/4
Warnings/Notes| Possible depressing conversations but also cute stuff!
Waking up like this again... at least it had been quicker, at least this time she had a previous experience to go on.
Clementine doesn't cry now, though she feels queasy as she sits up from the bed and resists the urge to retch -- not that it would do any good, her stomach is completely empty of anything to throw up. After a few minutes of sitting and letting herself settle though she feels marginally better, enough to get up, change her clothes (of course putting her hat back where it belongs on her head) and contemplate going out to face the Capitol.
She's trying very hard not to think about the minutes leading up to her 'death', not even to consider it now. It feels like she's fighting a losing battle though, trying so hard not to be resentful or angry and failing.
Clementine knows that if she stays inside it'll be worse, the tribute centre and the Capitol will be a better distraction than sitting and brooding in her room.
What| Clem spends time with her friends after they get out of the arena
Where| Numerous locations
When| Through week 3/4
Warnings/Notes| Possible depressing conversations but also cute stuff!
Waking up like this again... at least it had been quicker, at least this time she had a previous experience to go on.
Clementine doesn't cry now, though she feels queasy as she sits up from the bed and resists the urge to retch -- not that it would do any good, her stomach is completely empty of anything to throw up. After a few minutes of sitting and letting herself settle though she feels marginally better, enough to get up, change her clothes (of course putting her hat back where it belongs on her head) and contemplate going out to face the Capitol.
She's trying very hard not to think about the minutes leading up to her 'death', not even to consider it now. It feels like she's fighting a losing battle though, trying so hard not to be resentful or angry and failing.
Clementine knows that if she stays inside it'll be worse, the tribute centre and the Capitol will be a better distraction than sitting and brooding in her room.
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He doesn't move his eyes from the knife, but he does arch an eyebrow. "If we find a way out of here, you don't have to go back to your own world. There are a lot of people here who can take you to a world that isn't so... unsafe." He pauses, then puts his knife aside long enough to pull another smaller one out. "Have you ever helped your parents cook before?"
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Clementine shifts a little in her seat when he mentions leaving for another world. "Yeah. I mean, I hope so. There's nothing really to go back to in my own world." she says it quietly but matter-of-fact, everyone she'd ever known was gone. "I'd like to..."
She perks a little, smiling at memories. "We bakes sometimes, cookies and cakes and things."