piratejournal | [Voice - Action for the Koumyou] Guess who's back?

Entry tags:

[Voice - Action for the Koumyou] Guess who's back?

[There's a small crash as a journal has fallen onto the deck of the Koumyou, in the middle of the night. Then there's a voice, a familiar voice but it's a little deeper, Clementine sounds a little older.

She's not yet aware that her surroundings have changed and for those that come to see her she's splattered with blood on her face and her hands and her left sleeve is soaked through. Clementine is about a head taller, as she's no longer nine, but eleven.

Her voice is strong and defiant and she'd been in the process of turning around.]

I'm still. Not. Bitten.

[She's breathing a little hard from exertion.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

You disappeared underwater. What'd you do, turn into a mermaid?

[Of course she died! That said... even Rin can tell something's different.]

... You grew up, or something?

[So interested in your well-being, it's heart-warming.]

[Clementine just shakes her head a little and puts meat, cheese and lettuce on the bread, before closing the sandwich and cutting it in half.]

...I've been home for two years.

[It's good he's so interested or the blood and dirt might really throw him.]

[But she's fine, making her sandwich and everything. Hell - she's alive. Rin's not going to sweat the details just yet.]

Two years?

[This place really is beyond messed up. And he could whine about that, but... the truth is, even if she's here, he's just glad to know that she's okay.]

... Could have grown a bit more.

[Despite everything, the ridiculousness of that statement gets a small laugh out of her and she shakes her head a bit before taking a bite of her sandwich.]

I don't think I get to pick how much I grow.

[Something in Rin's expression softens on hearing that laugh, though he tries to correct it immediately, hoping to look more bored than anything as he glances away, dismissing her claim with a grunt that could mean anything.]

... You're okay, right?

[His voice is a little softer than he meant it to be.]

[Is she okay? Clementine isn't even sure what that means anymore.]

I'm still alive.

Beats the alternative.

[Okay, so he's not the best at talking to little girls. He's also not the best at apologizing, which is why he won't. He's not sure if she noticed him going after her when she fell overboard, anyway, and if she didn't, he's sure as hell not going to tell her.]

Well. Welcome back, I guess.

[Clementine didn't notice him when she was swept overboard. She remembers very little about the experience. She takes a big bite of her sandwich and she nods to Rin's comments.]

Do you want to sit?

... Sure.

[He's too surprised at the offer, and her return, to reject out of habit. So he'll sit with her, pretty much wherever she wants... but he still sucks at normal conversation.]

Two years is a long time.

[Clementine will just eat, because as much as she'd like to have better manners, she's starving.]

Yeah, it's a long time. A lot of things happened. People have changed.

[Including herself.]

[Rin doesn't care all that much about manners - except when it suits him.]

Well, people do.

[They grow up. He knows all about that.]

More then I thought, I mean. More then they should.

[Clementine looks at the table. In reality, wasn't she just lucky when she was with Lee?]

I should have been more prepared for it.

Now you know.

Never regret learning something important.

I don't regret learning it.

Good. It's no use denying the truth. Better to realize and use it. Or change it, if you can.

There isn't much changing it.

[Clementine looks a little sad at that and she sighs a little.]

People aren't very nice anymore.

Everybody's only looking after themselves in the end.

[He sounds fairly sad himself, incredibly, but he's not going to lie to her.]

That's why you gotta look after yourself, too. Choose a path and stay on it.

[To hear him say that, she's surprised.]

Not everyone, not really but pretty close. I'm looking after myself, at least, I'm trying to. It's hard sometimes. It's not just the zombies that are a threat anymore.

[The way he sees it, better she learn the truth now than later. Whether he actually sticks to that "truth" himself when push comes to shove is another matter, but he does try.]

What, there's more monsters wandering around in your world?

[She shakes her head.]

Just humans. Nobody wants to work together. The longer it goes on, the less there is to go around and people are killing each other for their supplies. Nobody trusts anyone.

[She sniffles a bit, but that's as far as she's willing to go towards crying.]

Everyone's afraid.

[She puts her hand over her bloodied sleeve, it's a reminder how far people would go not to trust one another, in her opinion.]

[Nooooooo no tears! That sniffle may have him panic a little.]

Fear is a shitty motivator.

[No tears. There isn't time for tears anymore, they don't help anything.]

I guess so. It's what keeps everyone alive though. I get it. It doesn't help me though. My group is gone.

Sorry.

[It's not much, but at least he means it. There's not much he can do, anyway, avoiding eye contact as he hangs his head a little.]

[She wishes she could say it's okay, but it isn't. Instead she settles for something else.]

Thank you.

[Clementine finishes her sandwich and drinks down some juice, already feeling a little better physically.]

I might be okay, but a dog bit me and the people I met got really scared because they were sure it was a walker that bit me. That's not what happened though.

Yeah... Like I said, people are dumb when they're scared.

[Not that he really knows about that kind of fear, but he can pretend. It's something of a weird attempt to make her feel better, just talking along with her.]

Anyway, you're back here now. [It's far from safe - as everything that happened during her absence highlighted - but...] We're not going to do that to you.

(no subject)

bravelittlehero - 2014-02-03 22:30 (UTC) - Expand

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only