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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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"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."
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"So how long did it take you to learn?" she asks as they approach the ice-rink, scouting her would-be teachers credentials. Honestly she's just curious and it's something to talk about, a way to get to know Jet a little better. "... did you fall over a lot?" asked with a small grin on her lips.
These skates are a lot less glitzy than the one's they gave her to wear in the arena and, heeding his words, Clementine laces them all the way up as tight as she can manages and making sure the laces weren't trailing. "Uh... okay..." at least the normal ground wasn't slippery like ice was.
Clem pushes herself up from her chair and holds her hands out to either side, wobbling a little. "This feels really weird."
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"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."
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Though it's not like she hasn't got time between the arena's.
Clementine takes his hand and walks with him, getting the slow hand of walking on the ice skates over solid ground before looking more warily at the ice. The rink isn't heaving with people at the moment so that's alright, less people around to watch her fall on her butt as she keeps hold of Jet's hands and slides out onto the ice with him.
"Okay... okay that's good." she takes a breath, "Standing stills not so bad so far."
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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?"