. (mareas) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-05-05 19:18:00 |
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Entry tags: | !walking dead, *log, clementine murphy, tess alexander |
TWD, out: Clem & Tess
Who: Clementine and Tess
What: Going on a run
Where: A town a few miles off
When: Current to when it finishes
Warnings/Rating: Probably gore
Clem was done with wearing men's pants held up by Graham's belt. She was done with a shirt tied at the small of her back, too big by half and covered in gore stains that she couldn't wash out, no matter how she scrubbed at them. Maybe it was frivolous, but there had to be something like home left in this life of theirs. She was real sure voicing something like that would cause a ruckus, so she kept it to herself mostly. She told Graham, but she knew he wouldn't go telling Shane about it, even if they were thick as thieves, him and Shane.
But she decided to watch and wait, and when the opportunity came, she pounced on it. They needed some supplies, and she volunteered. It was Tess going, and Clem figured it would be easier to pop her head in a store with clothing if there was another woman with her. She wasn't real worried about that being sexist; she'd grown up on crinoline and rouge and women being real different from men.
One of Graham's guns tucked under that too-big belt, and a real nice machete tucked at her hip, and she followed Tess out to one of the cars they'd managed to scavenge. "There's a real quaint town a few miles out," she said, climbing into the passenger's seat. She was from the state, after all, now that she'd figured out just where in Georgia they were.