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@puzzlepcice // CLEM & VI
❛ I’M NOT SAYIN’ THAT’S A STUPID IDEA . . . i’m sayin’ that’s a REALLY stupid idea. ❜ her brow arches as she eyes the other girl , clearly displeased with the current plan. ❛ i’d ask louis’ his opinion , but he’s tongue-less && his opinion doesn’t matter to me. ❜
Send ! and I will write a 2-3 sentence starter for you! // @puzzlepcice
❝ i lost my cat statue. ❞ actually, there were way more pressing issues about losing the prison, but they were too PAINFUL to dwell on. losing their only HOME, losing hershel, losing all those people… IT HURT, so focusing on something as TRIVIAL as her rainbow cat statue helped distract from the REAL ache in her heart. ❝ i’m pretty pissed. ❞
@puzzlepcice sent: * plants the firecrackers gifted from mitch in marlon's room as he sleeps, and sets them alight before making her quick, but silent escape. * how's that for "next level"?
CLEMENTINE DIDN’T NEED TO WORRY TOO MUCH ABOUT BEING SNEAKY, rather infamous for his insufferable snoring, the leader was zonked. it was rare for the leader to go under as deeply as he did, let alone felt the ease to fall asleep. laid on his mattress, his letterman jacket discarded over the back of his office chair and boots lazily sat at his beside; holey, worn socks sat over the end of the bed ( toes almost touch the floor from his rather generous growth spurt ) and his forearm draped across his face subconsciously to block out the sun from the balcony door when it’s beams finally reached his form, his chest lifting and falling with each buzzsaw-- breath.
MARLON never even sawed through the next log when the crackers went off. THE FRENZY of snaps and bangs that sound off in his room shot him up so fast he was surprised he didn’t get whiplash; blue eyes snap open, he shrieks, still delirious with sleep and the adrenaline could only clear your cotton-filled head so fast and his back slams into the wall, instinctively his arms come up to shield himself from the smoke and sparks. ❝ – WHAT THE FUC-- ❞ FIRECRACKERS!? he thought they ran out of those years back, an effective walker bait to draw them to one location to the next. when the last of the explosives had finally popped and nothing more than a cloud of grey smoke and strong smell of black powder. his forearms lower, and a hand is placed over his panicking heart to soothe it, it feeling like a bird trying to flit out of it’s cage. it didn’t take long for the shock, to turn to ANGER.
his nostrils flare and jaw tightens as he exposes his whites matching that of a terrier and he gets to his feet, sharp blue eyes glare at the door that never shut all the way in the prankster's haste to get out. ❝ – MOTHERFUCKER-- guard duty, two-- NO THREE WEEKS! YOU HEAR ME!? ❞
VIOLET & CLEM / @puzzlepcice
❛ IF WE EVER FIND TATTOO INK , will you give me a tattoo ? ❜ was that safe in the zombie apocalypse ? of course not. but why not ? live a little.
Mitch & Clem’s usage of comfy will never not amuse me.
The confirmation that Clementine didn’t blame her for their misbehavior allowed Sarah a little bit of relief, at least for now. She knew it wasn’t a good idea to pass notes, especially not in the class of such a mean, stern teacher like Mrs. Stevenson. The look of utter disappointment on her father’s face was something that she never liked to see, and having to see it when he picked her up from school after his shift at the hospital nearly did her in. Having her phone, computer, and TV privileges revoked for two whole days was really unfair, but Sarah knew better than to argue.
It was with a stroke of LUCK that, not only had her dad forgotten to take the phone with him to work tonight in his rush to leave, but also that he was working late and wouldn’t be home until two or three in the morning. Sarah reminded herself to place the phone back in its hiding spot before she went to bed for the night, but she also wanted to talk to Clementine for as long as possible. When her friend mentioned her father, the bespectacled girl felt her shoulders slump as she remembered everything that had transpired from the moment he’d received the phone call during his break at the hospital. She twirled her dark hair around her finger, a clear sign that she was apprehensive. Not even the purrs from Pepper, her gray tabby cat, could ease the troubles from her weary mind.
“I...” She stopped, inwardly rehearsing her words as carefully as she could. “Well, he...kind of got angry after he found out what happened. He said he was disappointed in me.” Her face fell as the reminder of those awful words set in. Sarah hated knowing that she’d done something that made her father unhappy. She steered herself, hardly prepared for even a second. “And, um...he said some other things.”
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she caught up with the group on her own time. what she’d just seen, more like who she’d just seen had her on edge. fingers twitched at her sides as she fought to contain the rage that threatened to burst from her seams. what she needed was to distract herself with anything else. talking to someone, helping everyone get back safe. just... something. ❝ hey kid, you alright? ❞ the evidence of the fire was all over them in the form of dirt and ash. some were worse off than others, having inhaled too much smoke. ❝ can get one of the doctors to take a look at you. ❞
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