smarterthanthem: (Everyone is dead)
Clementine ([personal profile] smarterthanthem) wrote in [community profile] thecapitol2014-09-18 05:18 pm

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.
metalicarus: (Relaxed)

[personal profile] metalicarus 2014-10-17 11:17 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, right, of course." He just grinned at her, teasing her was swiftly becoming one of his favorite things.

"That's good, you'll probably be all right once you get the hang of it." That was his guess, at least. He was very good at ice skating and he suspected his own balance and grace had something to do with that, but he was hardly a professional, he could really only show her what he knew and teach it to her the best way he could and hope for the best.

Well...and hope she wasn't Albert who just fell over left right and center no matter how many times Jet tried to teach him. His partner was a lost cause, Clem likely wasn't.

Once they got to the rink, he payed for both of them and got them both skates to put on. "Be sure to lace 'em all the way up so they're secure. You should try standing up and walking on the blades themselves, it's not too hard and it's good practice."
metalicarus: (Shadowed | Excited)

[personal profile] metalicarus 2014-10-22 06:22 pm (UTC)(link)
He laughs at her question, remembering how he'd been all gangly limbs and lack of balance when he'd been younger; the grace that hung on every movement he made hadn't kicked in until he'd started hitting puberty.

"Yeah, I fell over tons, bruised my knees, knocked my head, the whole thing. The city I lived in had this massive ice rink you could skate on every winter and I went every year from the time I could start walking. It took a few years to get good, but I'd learned 'how' within a few months. You're older, so it probably won't take you even that long."

He laced up his own boots and let her stand there like that to practice a bit before standing and taking her hand again. "Yeah, but it's really no different than walking. It's the ice part that makes these shoes hard to move in."

Once they got to the opening where concrete turned to ice, Jet stepped out onto it first and offered Clem both of his hands to take so she could step out onto it as well.

"Just so you know, I promise I won't let go of you until you're ready for me to, okay? I might be kind've a jerk sometimes, but I won't do anything mean."
metalicarus: (Amused)

[personal profile] metalicarus 2014-11-01 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)
"Good! Now we just gotta work on that moving part."

Which is about all the warning he offers before he starts moving them forward, holding on to one of her hands to keep her steady as they go. Any time she seemed too wobbly or like she was about to fall, he'd pull her in close so he could help her find her balance again before letting her back out to try and do it on her own. Despite how it might seem like he was threatening to let her go completely, he never once let go of her hand.

"How're you feeling, Clem?"