Children are resilient [closed]

[smarterthanthem]

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.

Comments

[smarterthanthem]

"Back when I was really little I did think that actually was his name." she confesses, grinning at the memory. It's probably not uncommon so she's not really embarrassed over it. "Okay then, I will".

Clementine will follow through on that, don't you worry.

"I didn't, I guess. I like Sandy, she's nice so I figured anyone she's friends with would be okay." Wrong though, it seemed. "We only met a couple times before." in the arena so Clementine couldn't really call her and Pruna friends, she guessed. Certainly not enough to avoid herself being cut loose for the survival of others.

A surprised snort of laughter escapes her and damn it, Clem smiles. That shouldn't please her as much as it did. "It hit, right?"

[shenunigans]

"Maybe it was. I had a friend whose Dad was named Dad. It's not as unlikely as you might think." He pushes the rest of the pickle into his mouth so he can crunch it down and swallow, reaching for the canned cream and a candy bar so he can work on combining them as one.

"I thought Sandy was alright too, but then she elbowed me in the gut for the bin business. Should've fucking donked their dumb heads together instead of playing the damn mercy card." Clearly she isn't the only one bitter about this.

"Sometimes a good person having a shit friend doesn't make the shit friend good, they just show the good person how to be a jackass. Like what you did to me." He gives her a nudge with his foot. "Of course it hit, I'm a goddamn marksman."

[smarterthanthem]

"Urgh..." Whether that's at Sandy's actions or the way Dave just shoved that pickle into his mouth is up for debate. It's mostly the former though and a little the latter. Clementine gets it but at the same time she's still annoyed to hear it.

She shakes her head, "I guess. I wonder why someone would be friends with someone like that though." but Sandy and Pruna had been here way longer than she had so there must be a reason, a good reason somewhere for it. Pruna had protected Sandy and -- "You're right though." she nudges Dave's foot back in return, "And I'm glad you hit her with a bin."