Little Fish In A Jar

@fishiesinajar

My name is Chloe Alexis Greene, but please don't call me all the words. I'm Chloe. Just Chloe. I am 16 years old and really small. I like fish and hugs.

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Play Date || Wynter, Chloe, and Satoshi

Wynter smiled. “Well, no, I think his momma is teaching him to be nice.” He watched them with a distinctly fond smile and then chuckled. “No, see, I’m very special, Oko-hime, because I don’t get cold very easily. You can borrow my jacket and I’ll be perfectly okay. My name is ‘Wynter’, you know.” He smiled at her. Satoshi made a bubbly, happy noise, and gummed her hand, planting a sloppy kiss to the appendage with evident pride.

Wynter nodded. “Mhm. Every child has the capacity to learn any language. I, myself, know either.” He looked at her and then smiled gently, kneeling down. “I could teach you German, Oko-hime, if you wanted.” He nodded after. “Mhm. You can play as much as you both want, but we should get lunch first. And you’re more than welcome to come. I bet ‘Toshi would love your company.” Indeed, the toddler was quite content holding her hand and gabbing at her, telling a story.

"Oh, alright. Mums are the nicest, so they should always teach their babies to be nice, too. I think my mum did that with me.", Chloe said with a small shrug, still playing with the baby. Blushing sightly, the blonde deflated a little, she was really cold, and it would be nice not to be cold for a bit. "O-Okay, Wynter. Um... thank you. Thank you very, very, very much." Chloe gave a tiny and amused squeal at the sloppy kiss, and she leaned forward to noisily smooch Satoshi's forehead. "Now we're even, baby Satoshi."

Scratching her head, Chloe asked warily, "You really think I could do it? learn languages? The German? I'm not really smart or... Things like that. I still have trouble reading some words or reading fast." Lightening up, Chloe nodded, "Yes, I want to come with you and 'Toshi. I want to play some more and help you take care of him. Can I?" The little boy was babbling away, unintelligible words, but Chloe listened attentively either way. "You don't say, Toshi! Then what happened?"

#play date #/no worries! i'm crazy with stuff too #lemme love you

Home By The Sea - Chloe & Mr. Miller

Despite what the rumours are I am not dead. I just do not wish to deal with people. Is that really that hard to understand?

That's good, right? Not being dead, Mr. Miller? I think it's good not being dead, because even if you do not wish to deal with people, there's sometimes some people that make you be happy to be alive. And then dealing with them makes many things right. Like not being dead.

...I think?

#mr miller #/i gotchu :3

Play Date || Wynter, Chloe, and Satoshi

"He is an adorable little boy." Wynter agreed before chuckling. "I think he is more nice and friendly than I am." Satoshi cooed and reached for Chloe’s hand. He liked the little blonde woman. Wynter looked at her and shook his head lightly. "It will be getting colder soon. You may borrow my jacket, if you like."

Satoshi squirmed, laughing brightly as she tickled him. Wynter smiled. “He is a smart boy, yes, but any child can learn several languages if you teach them from a young age.” Satoshi laughed again, smiling happily at Chloe. Wynter nodded. “Yes, he called you ‘snow princess’. Oko means ‘child’, or ‘young’.” He then shook his head. “It is not imposing at all. Rather, I think Satoshi would like someone new to play with. He is enjoying your company, and I wouldn’t mind simply sitting and keeping watch.”

Chloe shrugged, "You're his daddy, it means you're teaching him right to be a nice person. Mummies and daddies are supposed to do that." Chloe squeezed Satoshi's hand gently and scooted closer to him, not caring about getting her woolen tights dirty with gray slush. "Oh, no. You're very kind, the kindest, but if I take your jacket, you would be cold. And if you get sick, who's would take care of you? You're a daddy. And daddies don't get sick."

"Any child?", Chloe asked bewildered, "I wish I had been taught things. My mummy was going to teach me the german, but then she left for school. I don't really know things.", she added rather somberly, "But people say I have good memory." Chloe smiled at her own success and nodded. "Really? We can play some more? I want to... The other kids around here never want to play..."

Play Date || Wynter, Chloe, and Satoshi

Wynter smiled at Chloe and knelt down. “Maybe. He has that way about him.” He reached out to straighten Satoshi’s coat and then he looked at Chloe. “Are you cold, Oko-chan?”

Satoshi made a bright, happy noise and wiggled in Chloe’s grasp, quite happy. Wynter smiled. “Yuki means snow, and yes, you are right. It is Japanese, Oko-hime.” He chuckled softly and Satoshi looked at her. “Yuki-hime!” He held her finger, tugging on it to place a sloppy kiss in the affectionate way that only young children could have. Wynter smiled. “‘Hime’ means ‘princess’.” He explained to her. “Would you like to have lunch with us, Oko-hime?”

"He's really cute... And he's nice and friendly like his daddy.", Chloe added coyly as she patted the little boy's arms. The short blonde shook her head unconvincingly, "I'm fine... Don't worry about it. I'm fine." Her only coat was always enough. It had to be.

Chloe chuckled at Satoshi's glee, tickling him again. "Wow, he can already speak Japanese and English? Even if he's so small? How does he do that? He's the smartest boy ever. Gently, Chloe ruffled Satoshi's hair and blew a small raspberry against his cheek, "Okay so... If "Hime" is princess, then what does "oko" mean? And if "yuki" is snow, did he call me "snow princess"?" Chloe mused, trying to put two and two together. Blushing, she looked down, "Oh, no. I wouldn't want to impose in your daddy-baby quality time... I-I'll be right here when you're finished. If... If you want to come back. But I don't want to impose."

Hunger || Seth & Chloe

Seth shrugged lightly. “Tricks. Don’t gotta learn ‘em, I was jus’ offerin’.” He then chuckled. “So? All sorts of mechanical things need a thrashin’ so’s they work. After all, sometimes things come loose an’ you gotta knock ‘em back into place.” He then smiled at her and rubbed her arms. “Cool. Let’s get some food then, an’ we can go.”

Raven's smile was contagious, so Chloe laughed nervously along with him. "Yeah, I suppose you're right, Prince." The tiny blonde nodded along, interested in Raven's words. He was so smart. Maybe not the kind of smart that knew all the difficult words in the books, but the one that knew the really useful things in life. "Oh... Yes, you're right, Prince. I've seen people do that to their toasters and their cars." She nodded and went after him, her small hand searching for his.

Play Date || Wynter, Chloe, and Satoshi

Wynter heard the sniffles and looked up, around. He didn’t immediately see Satoshi and that worried him, so he listened instead. When he heard Chloe’s voice, he smiled gently and stood, walking over. He smiled at her happily. “I see your found my little one, Oko-chan.”

Satoshi looked at the new girl and babbled happily at her, reaching up clumsily to pat at her hair. He looked around. “Dada?” When he caught site of Wynter, he grinned even wider. “Dada! Prewwie!” He pointed back at Chloe. “Yuki?” Wynter chuckled. “Satoshi, this is Chloe. Chloe, this is Satoshi.”

Chloe looked up at Wynter and beamed at him, still helping Satoshi keep his balance. "I think he found me first, si-... Wynter.", she said, laying her cane by her side and tickling the little boy under his chin.

Giggling, Chloe raised an eyebrow at the boy's happy babbling and bowed her head at his petting, reciprocating. The petite blonde watched the interaction between father and son with longing and a heavy heart, but her smile barely faltered. Chloe blushed and looked towards Wynter, "What's a yuki? What language is he speaking? Is it Japanese, like you showed me the other day?" Taking Satoshi's tiny hand in her own, Chloe shook it gently, "Nice to meet you, Satoshi."

Play Date || Wynter, Chloe, and Satoshi

Wynter looked at the baby happily cooing at a snowman he’d built in what clean snow there was, and tipped his head back. He had to be to work in an hour and was exhausted, not to mention the fact that he’d not managed to find a sitter to watch the little one, and he was definitely not taking Satoshi to the bar.

Satoshi obliviously continued his conversation, crawling around the snowman and lifting himself to his feet, wobbling. Laughing, he started in a random direction, only to trip and land at someone’s feet. He sniffled, but nothing really hurt, so he didn’t start crying.

Chloe had been wandering aimlessly around town, as per usual, trying to find someone to help, or to talk with, or to keep company to, just so she could get rid of the lonely shadow that was clinging to her heart. She couldn't find Harriet anywhere and everyone else seemed busy with their every day lives. Once again, she wished with all her heart that she could go to school, learn things, have friends, have somewhere to go.

Wrapping her coat tighter around herself, she kept walking, poking the icy patches with her cane, trying not to trip. She had enough bruises already. The short blonde was shaken out of her gloomy thoughts as a small bundle of clothes fell in her path. It was a baby! With difficulty, Chloe got on her knees and swiftly hoisted the cute baby boy back on his feet. "Hi, baby! What were you doing down there?", she cooed before brushing the slush off of his clothes. She recognized the little boy, she had seen him around with Wynter and Sev. "Where's your daddy?

#play date #/sorry again stupid computer went psycho

itsbenjijackson

Uh, sort of. God only knows what they actually put in the coffee, but… it’s really, really good. You’ve never had a pumpkin spice latte?

Isn't coffee just coffee? Well, a nice lady bought me one that had loads of caramel and whipped cream and barely even tasted like coffee, so I get it. Um, nopey. I've never had a pumpkin coffee. Are they good?

itsbenjijackson

Why do coffee shops take off the nicest drinks after like, two weeks? Like… Pumpkin spice lattes, those are amazing. It makes no sense.

There's coffee with pumpkins inside?

Uh--excuse me...

Did you see a man go this way? He’s older, probably looked lost—I have no idea where he went.

A man? An older man? Um... I think yes, but I've seen a lot of older men walking by lately. And I don't really look at their faces because sometimes they get mad. Even if you're only trying to look at their funny mustaches. Does he... Does he have a mustache, ma'am?

The last man I saw went towards the library. Do you... Do you need help, ma'am?

Hunger || Seth & Chloe

Seth shrugged lightly. “Tricks. Don’t gotta learn ‘em, I was jus’ offerin’.” He then chuckled. “So? All sorts of mechanical things need a thrashin’ so’s they work. After all, sometimes things come loose an’ you gotta knock ‘em back into place.” He then smiled at her and rubbed her arms. “Cool. Let’s get some food then, an’ we can go.”

Chloe tilted her head and scrunched her nose, "Dumpsters are yucky.", she finally admitted, "And you're super smart, Prince. I'd rather learn other things from you." The short blonde nodded along, "Like when... Like when the man with the little train for the kids gets angry when the train is being lazy and he just smacks the train and it works again? Can you do that, Prince?" She leaned into his touch, lacing their fingers together so he wouldn't let go. "Alright, Prince. Thank you again... You do understand so many things..."

Harriet smiled sweetly down at the young girl who she knew had already been through enough hardship to last a lifetime. "It’s going to be alright sweetheart. I won’t leave you." she said softly, giving the girl’s hand a gentle squeeze.

They came up to the little cafe now and Harriet held the door open for Chloe and followed her inside. It smelt like fresh baked bread and muffins and Harriet smiled. It was quiet and mostly empty apart from an elderly couple sitting by themselves and a few other patrons all minding their own business. The sign by the front said seat yourself so Harriet wandered it and found a spot close to the window and away from everyone else so they could have their privacy. She pushed the chair back for Chloe and sat across from her. "You pick whatever you’d like honey. Don’t worry about the price or anything ok? I know you’re hungry."

Chloe sniffled and squeezed Harriet's hand back, taking a deep breath to try and compose herself again. She wanted so hard to shrug off the woman's kind words and promises, to not trust, to not expose herself to a new world of potential heartbreak, but it was hard. She was already halfway gone, putting her fragile and scarred heart again in somebody else's hands. "O-Okay. I believe you."

Grateful to get out of the cold, Lexi shivered at the temperature change. She felt terribly out of place, with her raggedy and dirty appearance, but it smelled so good... And her tummy growled loudly again, her energy dwindling at the lowest levels due to the lack of food. Guided by Harriet, Chloe stumbled to her seat and gave the woman a genuine and grateful smile. Careful not to touch anything more than necessary, the short blonde nodded and took the laminated menu. There were so many words and she could barely read, so she squinted and tried to pretend she was just indecisive instead of having difficulty reading. Finally and aided by the pictures on the side, Chloe chose a club sandwich (it had so many yummy things inside she thought she was going to faint while waiting) that included a nice bowl of soup, salad and dessert. Blushing, she faced Harriet and pointed towards her choice on the menu, avoiding the part of reading outloud. "U-Um... Can I... C-Can I have this? If... If it's not too much of a p-problem, ma'a- Harriet?"

#hunger harriet #/SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT I AM THE WORST AND BUSY

Headcanon #2 → Rain Boots.

Chloe is known for always wearing rain boots. No matter the weather, she always has a pair of rain boots on. Since she lives in an old boat, she avoids wearing anything on her feet that could get wet with the constant flooded floors. Her boots are usually mismatching, because she doesn't really own a brand new pair and because she gets them from dumpsters or thrift shops or anywhere cheap and easy. She loves the rain boots and never misses the chance to pair a plain and common black boot with a colorful polka-dotted one.

#/idk but i like the idea of doing things and i forgot #headcanons

Chloe's Layers || Prompt Fill

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

[Answered OOC]

Name: Chloe Alexis Greene.

Eye color: Hazel green.

Hair style/color: Long and blonde, slightly unruly.

Height: Really small for her age, 4'9 ft.

Clothing style: Anything that can keep her warm. Mostly second-hand clothes that are too big for her. Hand me downs without caring if they are female or male style. Layers and layers of old and well-worn clothes.

Best physical feature: Her eyes.

#yeprompt #because i answer one of these once in a purple moon

Harriet made sure not to make any more sudden movements after Chloe flinched away from her.

"Maximilian is an interesting name." she said. "And yes, I suppose Cromer is quite lovely all year around. I’ve lived here my whole life, however I haven’t really gotten to know it until the past few months." she admitted. "Chloe, I used to have severe agoraphobia. It means I was afraid of people and social situations, and because of it, I never left the house until a few months ago. Some of your behaviour is very similar to how I used to be. Fear of people, physical contact, scrounging for food. And I know your’s is for a different reason, but I can’t help but feel concerned for your well-being. And I know whatever you’re going through is not your fault. You are a victim of unfortunate circumstances, the same way I was. And I know better than to be upfront about anything personal going on in your life, but I just want you to know that you can trust me, and I will help you in any way that I can, despite us having just met."

Chloe shrugged, "They named him before I was around... I dunno why his name is that. But I like it." She liked the name, not really the boat: her prison. Chloe's eyes widened as she regarded the woman with a surprised look. "A-All your life? I would've loved that...", she added dreamily, before looking up again, all of her attention heavily fixated on Harriet.

The puny blonde clung to every word that came out from Harriet's lips, heartbeat picking up and breathing erratic. How could the woman know so much if they had literally just met? It was dangerous, so dangerous when people knew too much. But lately Chloe had felt her resolve and strength diminishing, overpowered by the need to be rescued and protected. Still, she remained silent, eyes clouding slightly. Was she afraid of people? Not really, she just wanted hugs. But she always felt like they were going to hurt her. Same with physical contact, touches brought pain. Victim? That wasn't a new word, but she had never fully understood it. "S-Sometimes it is m-my fault...", she said unconsciously in a barely audible whisper, more to herself than to Harriet. Chloe's head was going at a million miles per hour, impressed by the sincerity in her voice. How she talked to Chloe like an equal, making her feel like not everything was lost. A few tears rolled down her cheeks but she furiously swiped them away, not knowing how to respond to the woman. She really didn't know how to ask for help. "Tha-Thank you...", she hiccuped, "I will... I will trust you. I w-want to." It was just so hard, "Y-You're really nice and... I don't want you to leave."

#hunger harriet #/sorry for chloe cuz her head's just a mess #but i love this

Harriet didn't need to be a psychiatrist to figure out that Chloe was going through something very difficult. It was the way she spoke that mostly gave it away. She acted very childlike and Harriet knew she was definitely in her teens.

Harriet put her hand on Chloe's shoulder. "It's ok." she said softly, noticing how uneasy the girl seemed. "So you live in a boat? That sounds interesting." she said, trying to change the subject to something more cheerful. "How long have you lived in Cromer Chloe?

Chloe instinctively flinched when Harriet reached out and she couldn't help but blushing again and looking down, ashamed of her behavior. "I-I... Sorry...", she said softly, not really knowing how to excuse herself and feeling increasingly tired of having to do so. "U-Um... Yes. In the 'Maximilian', that's the boat's name.", she explained as she tried to act normal again. "I got here... In... Errr... August? Yes, August. It was warm and not snowy. But I like Cromer always, even when it's cold and snowy. Y-You?", she asked tentatively, trying to make the conversation a little bit more reciprocating.

#hunger-harriet #hunger harriet

Hunger || Seth & Chloe

"Then, if you really want, I’ll teach you some tricks. But I would like it a lot better if you would come find me." He looked at her honestly and then he wrapped his arm around her. "Then whoever he is, he’s a moron and someone should cold-clock him." He nodded to support this. After, he carefully led her away from the dumpster. "You’re welcome, Princess. Your tunnel? Sounds like a great place."

"T-Tricks? Um...", tricks might come in handy, but dumpster-diving wasn't something Chloe would like to have in her list of recurring activities, not that it mattered. "O-Oh... But he's a boat? And if you try to... To cold-clock him, you might hurt your hand.", Chloe exclaimed as she imagined punching the splintery wood of the Maximilian. But the her Prince's resolution made her smile and feel a little bit less cold inside. Chloe nodded shyly as she leaned into him, "Y-Yeah, under the climbing bars. Nobody ever goes in there... I think they know it's mine."

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