WHERE: Leisure Rooms WHEN: Friday; 8th June WHAT: Clementine hits zero on stored energy; another of her powers makes moves to fix that. (With Darcy & Scotty) STATUS: Narrative; complete VIEW WARNINGS: Death manipulation, character death, descriptions of decomposition.
The adjustment period had worn off; going from busy city to sleepy base, where people milled around and just lived their life, where there were training sessions and some jock style 'look what I can do' types hanging around, showing their shit off. It was enough to drive a person crazy, honestly.
She was just waiting on Charlie getting back to her about getting the hell out of this place to soak up a little death, which she'd already come to terms with, the fact that she'd be that person, huddled around tragic events for the rest of her life, waiting for someone to pass on or get killed.
In New York it wasn't as hard, she worked around death, the morgue was in the hospital so even though she was mainly with the cadavers, she could still feel the energy of those passing on the upper floors, either naturally or on operating tables. Even outside of work, someone was usually poppin' their clogs in a city like New York, it meant she never really felt this way, like the gas tank was getting to the red line and she was just chugging along on vapours.
She was just sitting in the leisure room, flipping through an ages old magazine, figuring out if she could be bothered dragging her ass along the hall to get some lunch, barely aware of the two other people in the room; the girl who was doing some kind of puzzle and the guy that was staring at the game he'd just been playing, barely focusing on that.
It seemed boredom was a common thing.
She was thinking about speaking up, asking either of them if they wanted to do something together, when she flipped a page and caught the side of her finger, the sting of the papercut dragging her attention to it. "God damn--", it was a nuisance, not a huge bother, papercuts rarely mattered in general. Sticking her finger in her mouth to halt the bleeding before it really started, Clem left the magazine on her lap, focusing on her finger.
At least until she started to feel the odd tug at the back of her head. It was a weird sensation, one that took her a while to place. She'd felt it once before, the way her nerves tingled, the hairs on her arms standing up even though she wasn't cold, the pull of force in her head.
Jerking to a stand, magazine dropping to the floor, Clem held her hands in front of her as her veins turned black, raising all along her skin and pulling towards her chest. It was the gasp from behind that made her look over, the girl at the table had already slumpped forward, her skin pale and wrinkled, tearing in some places as the force of her life was tugged out of her, skin and muscle decomposing rapidly to leave a near skeletal form. "I-- Wai--," She could feel the necroplasmic energy seeping into her, already giving her extra energy, filling up the reserves that were on low.
Trying to pull the power back was like searing her nerves, hot flashes jerking through her body, even as she watched the quick wither and rot of the other person, the boy in the room tumbling to his knees as his organs went into full failure from the push of Clem's death manipulations, neither of the bodies in the room looking like fresh deaths, even as Clementine felt better than she had in weeks, fully energised, Darcy and Scotty looking like mummified remains in the room and Clem stuck in place in the middle of the room, hot tears rolling down her face, even as she kept trying to reverse things, to bring one of them back if not both, but getting nowhere.