incoming starter from : ✦✦ clementine ═══════ location : ✦✦ fission chips cafe ═══════ featuring : ✦✦ open to all ═══════ @newvegas-start
QUIET . not typically a word associated with the tumbleweed capital , but one frequently considered when regarding the schoolteacher . her curly hair was pulled back in a bun , and her clothes did not represent the heat outside well . covered almost head to toe ; a cardigan , jeans , boots . a typical outfit on a not - so - typical body . she didn't blend in . couldn't , even if she wanted to .
she slipped into the fission chips cafe like she did many days of the week . she hadn't really learned to cook for herself , even after so many years on her own . so she haunted the restaurants around new vegas like a ghost , with the cafe being her favorite . try as she might to remain stealthy , there was no hiding her . a walking affliction with a heart of gold . it'd make for a better film plot than the girl's real life , but she took it in stride ( as best she could ) .
❝ got any pie today , mabel ? ❞ she asked the woman behind the counter , sliding over a couple of caps for her usual coffee order . the old gal working the register knew exactly how clem liked her coffee - more cream and sugar than actual roast . she hopped onto a barstool and ignored the feeling of eyes on her . ❝ if you've got something to say , get to it . otherwise , eyes to yourself , ❞ she mumbled , not bothering to look at who might have been watching her .