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“Uh, I was drinking that.“
Clary froze, the beer bottle less than an inch from her mouth, and looked down at the man sitting on the couch. Then her gaze wandered to the table that separated them, and it was then that she realized her error. “God, I’m so sorry, I thought it was mine,” she squeaked, face flushing a soft pink. She lowered the bottle in her hand and retrieved the one that was her own, feeling like she just wanted to remove herself from the immediate area.
[ X ]
“Oh, you feel it. You feel it in your jellies, don’t you?”
Clary snorted and bowed her head slightly in an attempt to quiet down the fit of giggles that bubbled up from within. “My jellies?” she repeated and turned her head so she could look at Emil. “My jellies? What does that even mean?” she laughed.
“You’re adorable.“
Whatever argument she had prepared was dropped as soon as those words left his mouth. She threw her hands out slightly and shook her head with a bewildered expression. “Why do everybody keep saying that? What is it that makes me so allegedly adorable?” she asked, fully expecting an answer.
“ i think i’m growing on you.”
Clary’s face split into a wide grin as she looked over at him. “Whatever gave you that idea? The fact that I’m not running away screaming?” she countered chuckling. He was right though; in their short time together, he had indeed grown on her. Ian was one of the people she felt the most relaxed while being around, and a much needed breath of fresh air.
“But fine. Maybe you have grown on me. Just a little,” she relented eventually with a warm and genuine smile, holding up a short distance between her thumb and index finger for emphasis.
“Real cooking is about following your heart, not a recipe!”
The smells coming from the kitchen were absolutely divine, and if Clary hadn’t been raised to be polite she might have visibly salivated.
“I wouldn’t know anything about real cooking,” she chuckled and came closer to Baptiste to get a better look of what he was doing. “I grew up among people who didn’t care much about flavor, taste or aesthetics, so most of our meals were bland and mushy.”
What she didn’t say, was that most of the food served by the Children would be laced with rads.
“That’s a great fifth option. Let’s work on the first four.”
Clary furrowed her brows and let out a frustrated huff as she threw her hands out slightly. “If you are just going to blow me off, why did you bother with asking for my help?”
“Well, there’s no such thing as “daddy issues" without “daddy”.”
“You realize you’re talking to someone who never even met her father, right?” Clary snorted and grinned at him over her beer. “That’s like the text book definition of ‘daddy issues’.”
"You're adorable."
Clary gasped, scoffing slightly, and squinted at him as if he’d truly offended her. “I am not!” She countered, no longer able to keep the spreading grin off her face. “You have no proof,” she was quick to add with an accusing finger aimed towards him before she placed both hands on her hips.
Sense8 Meme: [1/8] Sensates → Riley Blue
“Sometimes I look at myself in the mirror and don’t know who I am.”
(Matthew) “ we’re good people here.”
“I know,” she replied with a frown, a little upset that he’d felt the need the specify that to her. “I’m not looking for any trouble, I just wanted to ask if you guys had any work available.”
(Starling) “ what the hell was that?”
It was in times like this that Clary missed being back on the Island. Back there she could tell the difference between a gulper and an angler just from how much of a splat noise their feet made when they hit the ground, but here in the Commonwealth? She couldn’t rightly tell the difference between a deathclaw lurking behind the next corner or a wild mongrel.
“I don’t know,” Clary admitted, tensing up. “Maybe we should look for a way around, so we don’t run into anything too big?”
“ i couldn’t put it back together.”
Clary stood with an old partially broken apart ham radio in her hand when Holly spoke to her. “Hm? Oh, that’s fine,” she replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. “I actually only need something from the inside of it, so I was going to pick it apart anyway. I’ll still pay you for the whole thing though.”
“How much do you want for it?”
*: ･ﾟ✧ the walking dead season 3 episode 6.
feel free to change pronouns, wording, etc. as needed!
“ what the hell is this mess?”
“ it means something, the way it’s all set up like that.”
“ he was right to send us out.”
“ we’re doing a righteous public service here.”
“ it says ‘go back’.”
“ i don’t believe this is happening.”
“ hey! hey! you knock it off. what the hell’s wrong with you?”
“ he chose you ‘cause he thought you were ready.”
“ if you keep announcing to the world that you’re pissing your pants, i’m gonna have to smash your teeth in.”
“ well, i’m gonna keep calling you __, all right?”
“ we having fun yet?!”
“ hello? is- is someone there?”
“ i’m not going to say where we are.”
“ are you- are you someplace safe?”
“ part of it is because we’re careful.”
“ what makes your place so safe?”
“ it’s just… away… from them.”
“ i’m with a good group of people. would you be willing– could you take in others?”
“ we can pull our weight. we can help you.”
“ i’d have to talk to the group.”
“ let me make a case.”
“ let me talk to them first.”
“ please, please, don’t- don’t go. just… please.”
“ we’re good people here.”
“ we just- we just need some help. we can help you.”
“ please! you don’t understand, you don’t know…”
“ we’re dying… we’re dying here.”
“ we’re running low on ammo, though.”
“ them shots just pulled every biter in this area our way.”
“ now you’re gonna rise to the occasion, son.”
“ some serious shit’s going down. i need you here. you read me?”
“ i don’t want you to die.”
“ now you know we don’t ever let our own turn. never.”
“ you know you can join in. they don’t bite. that’s kind of the whole idea of the place.”
“ seems like you also encourage people to punch each other in the face.”
“ you didn’t like that much, huh?”
“ listen, i want to ask you something.”
“ i’m not gonna tell you how to run your town.”
“ this is our town. you stayed. you’re part of this now.”
“ if it’s an escape, i don’t think it’s the right one.”
“ it’s brutality for fun, and i think the world’s brutal enough already.”
“ it really bothered you, huh?”
“ but i do wanna be here.”
“ so, what did you say before i made you condemn our sadistic way of life?”
“ i want to contribute. everyone else does.”
“ i want to work the wall. i’m a good shot. i want to stay that way.”
“ can you use a bow?”
“ i can learn.”
“ well, i can get somebody to teach you.”
“ and you want to come where we are?”
“ no attacks, no one’s been bit. no one’s died. no one’s turned, no one’s gone crazy.”
“ you could be dangerous.”
“ have you killed anyone?”
“ how many people have you killed?”
“ he tried to kill me, so i killed him.”
“ i don’t want to talk about that.”
“ i figure we can start tomorrow. there’s a training area, some hay bales.”
“ you must be pretty good.”
“ i mean, it’s worth more than my car. it’s… awesome.”
“ so i totally killed him for it.”
“ that wasn’t why you killed him.”
“ we’re not supposed to go over the wall!”
“ what the hell was that?”
“ that is how it’s done.”
“ i said i could do it.”
“ what is wrong with you? this isn’t a game.”
“ may i?”
“ i’m a ghost from the knee down.”
“ you saved my life.”
“ take your time, whatever you need.”
“ you carried us. you didn’t let us give up. you got us here.”
“ it’s not enough. it’s not safe enough.”
“ there isn’t anywhere else.”
“ i know you want to get away from this, but we’ve run already.”
“ i got a call. someone called. on this phone.”
“ if it’s safe, we’ll get there.”
“ don’t tell the rest of the group, not yet.”
“ i’ll sit here with you.”
“ i ran after them, but i couldn’t keep up.”
“ that was the hard part. you know, she was just gone. erased. nothing left of her.”
“ people said it was better that way.”
“ i don’t know. just made it seem like it wasn’t real, you know?”
“ i know why you want to see me.”
“ you were told we don’t go over unless we have to.”
“ i just… i wanted a little practice.”
“ i liked the fights. i didn’t like that i liked them.”
“ could’ve walked out. you started walking out. but you stayed.”
“ are you saying that i like you, too?”
“ i think i’m growing on you.”
“ you rose to the occasion. when we get back, i’m gonna get you a beer.”
“ no, no, no, no. we’re done. we’re gonna grab a car, haul ass home.”
“ i’m gonna keep going.”
“ ain’t worth our time. definitely ain’t worth our blood. now let’s go.”
“ this is some serious shit, that’s what you said.”
“ you’re right. can’t cut corners on this one.”
“ you’ve come along pretty quick, there.”
“ hear that bird?”
“ but if- if that’s what it takes.”
“ it would be good. you should talk about it.”
“ how… how do you know my name?”
“ it’s a beautiful day.”
“ get that duck.”
“ a kid growing up in a prison could use some toys.”
“ you were the kinda guy who waxed his car every weekend, right?”
“ my dog was a wonder of stupidity. lost a fight with a tree once.”
“ you did this.”
“ i find it hard to believe that you didn’t have a single thing that you were proud of before.”
“ so how long has it been? … uh, since- since you’ve had whiskey this good?”
“ well, i’m happy to forget a lot. not just the bad stuff.”
“ i want to be here… right now.”
“ you don’t have to be ashamed about liking the fight. or fighting the fight.”
“ it’s not the only thing, but nowadays, it’s part of being alive. really alive.”
“ most people don’t have it, what it takes to see the whole story.”
“ eat, drink, and be merry, for tomorrow we die”
“ oh, i’m not planning on dying.”
“ i like the quiet.”
“ and where is it you’re calling home?”
“ you made it.”
“ can you tell me, is __ alive?”
“ hey, you take me to him, and i’ll call it even on everything. no hard feelings. huh?”
“ fixed it up myself. pretty cool, huh?”
“ the fact that we found each other is a miracle.”
“ come on, now. you can trust me.”
“ you trust me. you stay here.”
“ put that gun in the car right now!”
“ what the hell you need slippers for?”
“ how do you know me?”
“ i loved you… i loved you.”
“ i couldn’t put it back together.”
“ i made a deal with myself. i would keep you alive.”
“ i couldn’t open that door. i couldn’t risk it.”
“ i was gonna keep you alive, and then… i thought there’d be time.”
“ i thought there’d be time… there’s never time.”
“ i lied when i said i was off the clock, this is a 24/7 kinda gig.”
“ should i hide under the bed?”
“ we lost all three guys.”
“ well, we’ll dress it up. give ‘em a hero’s funeral.”
“ you tell a story. a supply run gone sideways.”
“ from the looks of ‘em, they’ve got to be set up pretty good.”
“ everything okay?”
#7 Work
Due to her immunity to radiation, Clary has taken to scavenging in hazardous areas where people without the Blessing would never dare to go. In addition, she can be hired to fetch specific items, and considering she is one of a precious few scavengers who will willingly go into places like the Glowing Sea, she has made a nice little business for herself.
Need something from a nuclear waste disposal site, or a hospital whose power reactor has gone haywire? Go get Clary.
#6 Sibyl Clarissa Dalton
When Clary was with the children, Clary can only remember being called Sibyl. Now that she’s on her own, she often wonders whether it was her given name or just a title, and as such has refrained from using it in the Commonwealth. Nowadays she strictly goes by Clary, a shortened version of her middle name.
#5 Escape
Due to her close relationship with High Confessor Martin, Clary received help from the synths of Acadia in order to escape the island. They harbored her until they could smuggle her to the mainland where she would be on her own.
Now on the mainland, and entirely alone for the first time in her life, Clary struggled to get by. She drifted, taking on small jobs wherever she could find them, but never dared stay longer than a couple of days in the same place in case the Children would come after her.
Having been on the road for a couple of weeks now, Clary has made it to the Boston Commonwealth.
