. (mareas) wrote in rooms, @ 2015-01-16 00:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !dc comics, *narrative, clementine murphy |
[Narrative]
Who: Clementine
What: Moving in & joining the mob
Where: Gotham, Diamond District
When: Nowish
Warnings/Rating: Nope
Maybe changing her plan would've been real smart, seeing as it all was tied in real tight with Marina. Maybe, but Clementine wasn't real inclined to alter anything for a woman she'd tried to do right by, and that was just stubborn Murphy pride and not a whole lot else. She'd paid that woman for her information, and she'd even tried to help her not make a real fool of herself where folks could see, and it wasn't Clem's doing the woman was begging for sex public.
So, Clem did what a Murphy would, and she didn't go hide herself away. She went down to the Iceberg Lounge that Marina had mentioned, walking distance from Marina's building in the Diamond District, and she talked to a real nice Marconi man.
Now, Family with a Capital F wasn't Clem's favorite thing. Like her momma, she preferred to pretend her daddy was just a politician, clean as soap and water, but that didn't mean she believed it. Her daddy had his fingers in all kinds of bad things in the States, and Clem knew there was a line between being owned by a Family and being protected by one.
She was real inclined to be the latter, and she didn't want a thing to do with the former.
She also wasn't interested in having her ass grabbed for a living, make no mistake, and she went in smiling, head held high and enough money on her to make her real interesting. She walked out with a hostess job, a real nice apartment in Marina's building, and the promise of protection in a city where climbing into bed with Family was the only way to be safe if you weren't wearing some costume and thinking you could save the whole world.
Course, if the Marconi Family fell, she would be in a world of trouble. But she thought it was a real good horse to back, and she did like placing big bets.
It was all about forgetting, anyways. Forgetting about the baby being gone. Forgetting about how she felt like that's all anyone talked to her for since she gave birth to the baby girl. Her daddy had liked that little baby too well, and Clem could still taste that future when she swallowed. Here wasn't no better. Penny, Graham, Shane, even the girl with the real childish panties, and Clementine didn't like feeling like she didn't matter any, like folks were just glad she was back on account of the bundle in her arms.
That was the one thing she missed about that damn door with the dead folk; she'd mattered there, and maybe Amelia had been right about things never being the same out in the real big world.
No matter; that child wasn't her problem no more. She would dress up nice for working, and she would thrive. Surviving was what Murphys did, and she'd never been as good at machinating as the rest of her kin, but she could drag herself up just fine when she needed to.
A night of crying, and then it would all be right as could be.