. (mareas) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-05-12 22:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !walking dead, *log, clementine murphy, graham ross, shane alexander |
TWD, Cell: Shane and Clem (+ Graham, eventually)
Who: Shane and Clem (+ Graham, eventually)
What: Show and tell gone wrong
Where: Graham/Shane's cell
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Language, likely
Clem and Tess had found a consignment shop when they'd gone supply hunting, and Clem had piled a suitcase high with things that didn't fit a man. She was real tired of men's pants and men's shirts, and she would've taken that whole shop home to the prison if she could've done. As it was, she'd needed to sit on the suitcase to get it to closing, and she was plenty sure that Tess thought she was as vain and frivolous a woman as could be.
Clem didn't care even the smallest bit. She had clothes, and a few bars of nice smelling soap and some lipgloss from the tiny shop above the pharmacy, and it was like Christmas come in May, which was just crazy as could be for a girl raised knowing she had countless billions in the bank. But things were real changed these days, and the red dress that she slipped on after showering - washing her hair with soap that smelled liked roses and dotting her lips with gloss that tasted like cherries - that dress felt like something designer as could be. Truth was, the dress wasn't even a name brand, but she didn't care. It made her feel feminine for the first time in over a month, hem to mid-thigh and heels and underthings in the same red as the dress.
She let her hair dry, and then she went looking for Graham, because she knew she could twirl around and he would tell her how pretty she looked. She rounded into the cell he shared with Shane, a skip to her step that wasn't daunted any by the heels.
"Look-it what I got."