KIND / HEART.

claudette morel. botanist. low activity.

[healshe]

hello  !    claudette’s now on my multi,  which you can find here  !  i look forward to interacting with everyone again.  :3c

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what if i move claudette to a multi so i’m more active with her ?  

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me:  gets down’d my screen:  does this nonsense.

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something i think is interesting,  is that i think slowly,  slowly,  the survivors end up with remnants of what go down in trials.  so,  say they get caught in traps often throughout different trials,  i could see...  not imprints,  necessarily,  but sorta?  left behind from the trap’s teeth.    same with the hook,  as that is usually around the shoulder junction area,    i think,  after a while of being sacrificed,  the survivor would find an indent there.  a scar.  if that makes sense?

[strumshine]

@healshe .        /        sc .

     the songbird had sort of a knack for people ; picking out the loners from the socialites in a matter of seconds. it was a gift. albeit not one she chose to use for amusement, simply to take note of and see later on in life how accurate her estimate was. she pinned claudette for more of the timid sort from the beginning, but being soft in a world like this brings bravery and a heart worth protecting. her acts of altruism coupled with her own talent for finding the injured & in need was the makings of a strong, beautiful woman. & kate admired her for it.

     as a matter of fact, she had saved kate mere moments after the exit doors slid open, and their escape was extremely tight. cold blade met her back before she fell through the foggy gates and ran her way back to the campfire. the other woman at her hip, she thanked her endlessly.

     – and now she longs to talk about something that isn’t survival. if just for the shortest while. she finds a seat beside claudette, holds her palms up to the flickering flames, and eventually parts her lips.

     “ y’were a botanist before all this, righ’ ? what kinda stuff did ya’ do ? “

[healshe]

                                                   ——healer    girl,    gentle    hearted    girl,    listen    to             another sing,  listen to woman with more strength in her,  than you in your own.  see the way her eyes glitter    &&    her hair burn gold in the fire’s light.   bring up her help,    &&    claudette would assure her it wasn’t something to be treated special,    they are all here,  together.  it would only make since to help each other survive,  right?                                    she knows the harsh bite of a hook,  has to remnants to prove it,    &&    almost self consciously,  the botanist draws her scarf a bit tighter.

                                   she does not startle when kate speaks,  but she does perk up,  look to her,    &&    hang onto every word.  undivided attention,  the hope that they’ll all make it out of this,  somehow,  somehow.

                                                     ❛   oh—  y  —  yes,  i  mostly  took  care  of  household  plants,  but,  i  liked  to...  experiment  with  them.  with different fertilisers,    &&     sometimes,  with  separate  plants.    to  document  growth.    ❜                                    she tucks hair behind an ear,  through it does not stay long,  and thumbs into her palm.    a simple type of settle.                                                     ❛   though    —    the  results  were  not  always...  expected.   ❜

[healshe]

A wild Claudette has appeared! What to do?

Propose!

Caress cheek!

Leave!

Worship!

tagged by: the dash

tagging: hi.

[luckdead]

@healshe !

“I KNOW WHAT I’M DOING.” He does not ! It’s clear with his fumbling & pained expression that fixing himself up isn’t going according to a plan, & only after a sharp cry of pain does he give up, defeated. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

[healshe]

                                                   ——it    upsets    her    to    hear    his    pain,    even    more          so because it is only then that he lets her help.  gentle do hands come to touch just above bicep,  in that tricky little cinch between it    &&    shoulder.    it is no wonder he’s unaccustomed.  these trials are never kind.                   ❛   it’s  okay.    ❜                  she tries to soothe.                   ❛    i  can  help-    this    looks    bad,  but,  i’ll  do  my  best.    ❜                  oh,  she is nothing,  if not determined.

[healshe]

claudette asks dwight for some juice once n he says no    &&    she starts crying,  which makes  him  start crying.    meg finds them like that.

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HANDWRITING CAN TELL YOU A LOT ABOUT A PERSON. go here and’ repost with your character’s name in their handwriting !

tagged by: i stole it frm myself tagging: @sprintshe​  ,  @deadire​  !

[rp-meme-central]

Send “Shield” for my muse’s reaction to yours placing themselves between my muse and danger.

Send “sword” for my muse to put themselves between your muse and danger. 

[healshe]

firmly in the  claudette is good  &&    lovely    &&    we don’t deserve her  group because have you seen her...  have you talked to her...  she’s good...

[healshe]

dbd dlc.  claudette’s got a gun!!!!

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claudette vc:  i love my gf meg @sprintshe​

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i know i have been quite slow on doing things here,  but it’s mostly because i’ve been playing a lot of dbd!  the ones i usually play with are talking about making blogs which is really neat-o but!  i will be here as soon as i stop playing this game every moment i’m awake KJGHDKJHGKJFDHG

[drawingswithsisilof]

more of dead by daylight :3

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junglecry‌  .

      BLAZING  ,     the  way  he  looks  to  her  is  sharp  ,   lacking  restraint  ,   arm  pulled  tight  and  back  close  to  self           the  touch  had  come  from  nowhere  ,   THE  CONCERN  MORE  SO  .    ‘  what the fuck are you doing  ?! ’    and  with  that  ,   her  rightful  fear  ,   vaas  clutching  his  arm  close  .   this  time  when  he  speaks  ,   tongue  is  so  less  vile  ,   huffing  ;     “  Maybe fucking ask first, no? ”

                        it’s  not  that           vaas  minds  extremely  so  .   but  being  caught  off - guard  ?   nevertheless  by  a  stranger  ?   it  has  him  .  .  .   unsettled  .     “  I’m fine. Stop fucking apologizing, okay?       didn’t anybody teach you any fucking manners anyways? ”

                                                   ——show    that    anger,    make    her    regret    her        actions,    have her take a step back,  keep her hands to herself,   look him over    &&    try not to take it personally.  she knew better than to touch others without permission,   but she had spaced asking-    it had become routine for her to help jake,  or meg.    she had simply mistaken.                                    others would not take her kindness gratefully.    she knows not him,  nor his story.  people were hard to understand,    she misses the simplicity of a computer screen.

                                                     ❛   i’m  sorry-    ❜                he had told her to stop that,    &&    yet.                   ❛    it  wasn’t  smart  of  me,  i  don’t  usually  do  this,  i  promise-  but-  ❜                ah,  would he care?    she would explain herself,  regardless.                   ❛    i  consider  myself  to  be...    helpful,  with  wounds,  scars,  the like.    i  wanted  to  check  yours-  but  i  did  not  ask.  i  should  have.  that  was  my  mistake.    ❜

[healshe]

gotta say,  claudette’s probably had the worst experience with michael myers if just for the fact that the dude is  silent  and if she looks around one more time while repairing a generator to find him  staring at her,  she’s gonna cry,