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[ Left outside Clem's door are two wrapped packages. one is a fancy swiss army knife and one is a bundle pack of different comic books, enough variety for Clementine to hopefully find something she likes, then start seeking out issues on her own from either the library or the closet. There's a note, too: ]
Clementine,
It's hard to know back home how close or far we are from Christmas. So, while we're here, enjoy this. One practical thing, and something you can hopefully enjoy. And I mean really enjoy. Get lost in a good story every now and then. You deserve it.
Merry Christmas,
Michonne
PS: Wonder Woman is pretty great.
[ Michonne knocks, then quickly leaves so that the gifts are a surprise. She knows she can't ask Clementine to just be a kid again, it might not ever work that way. But she can do this, at least. ]
Clementine,
It's hard to know back home how close or far we are from Christmas. So, while we're here, enjoy this. One practical thing, and something you can hopefully enjoy. And I mean really enjoy. Get lost in a good story every now and then. You deserve it.
Merry Christmas,
Michonne
PS: Wonder Woman is pretty great.
[ Michonne knocks, then quickly leaves so that the gifts are a surprise. She knows she can't ask Clementine to just be a kid again, it might not ever work that way. But she can do this, at least. ]
[Clementine hears the knock to her door, pushing herself up to her feet. It has been a long event. She feels the effects of it all over, strained in her muscles. She's tense even as she opens the door but she relaxes when she sees the two packages in front of her. Honestly, she can't remember the last time she got a gift. It's not like anyone can really celebrate Christmas when they're trying to survive.
She picks up the packages, pulling them into her room with her. It's the room with the walls, with the names of the dead and the gone up on them.
She picks up the note first and then smiles because Michonne gave her her gift. Michonne was her secret santa, and she knows her so that's pretty cool. She picks up the one gift, unwrapping it, pulling the knife from it and unfolding each and every little piece with a tiny smile. It's something she wishes she had in her own world, because of how practical it is, how much she'd be able to use it to survive. She's never going to be without this now.
The other- The other she unwraps and then stares at the bundle with a tiny smile as she skims through each and every book in front of her. She once was in a comic book store at Carver's place, but there wasn't time to get to read any of them. She'd wanted too. She'd wanted to just stop and breathe and flip through some pages, but- but she had work to do, and now they're leaving the area completely if she's ever thrown back there. Not that there's time to read ever.
She picks up one of the comic books, the one about Wonder Woman, and she smiles, pulling that to her and flipping through the pages.
It's a beautiful way to escape the event, escape it all.]
She picks up the packages, pulling them into her room with her. It's the room with the walls, with the names of the dead and the gone up on them.
She picks up the note first and then smiles because Michonne gave her her gift. Michonne was her secret santa, and she knows her so that's pretty cool. She picks up the one gift, unwrapping it, pulling the knife from it and unfolding each and every little piece with a tiny smile. It's something she wishes she had in her own world, because of how practical it is, how much she'd be able to use it to survive. She's never going to be without this now.
The other- The other she unwraps and then stares at the bundle with a tiny smile as she skims through each and every book in front of her. She once was in a comic book store at Carver's place, but there wasn't time to get to read any of them. She'd wanted too. She'd wanted to just stop and breathe and flip through some pages, but- but she had work to do, and now they're leaving the area completely if she's ever thrown back there. Not that there's time to read ever.
She picks up one of the comic books, the one about Wonder Woman, and she smiles, pulling that to her and flipping through the pages.
It's a beautiful way to escape the event, escape it all.]
[ on the morning of december 25, clementine received a festive little pair of elf pants holding a gift specially tailored to her. merry christmas...? ]
[ iris is a little late with her christmas gift, clem. apologies for that!
wonderland was merciful in that it let her keep her memories, and so iris remembers very clearly clementine's quiet remark about loving to draw and paint before the apocalypse. and there is no doubt that experiences like those would have changed clementine forever, but that doesn't mean all needs to be lost, yes?
at the very least, she wanted to give clementine something that might help her know where to start.
merry christmas, clementine. iris loves you. ]
wonderland was merciful in that it let her keep her memories, and so iris remembers very clearly clementine's quiet remark about loving to draw and paint before the apocalypse. and there is no doubt that experiences like those would have changed clementine forever, but that doesn't mean all needs to be lost, yes?
at the very least, she wanted to give clementine something that might help her know where to start.
merry christmas, clementine. iris loves you. ]
[lbr, the best christmas gift is getting iris back, but it's also wonderful to have reminders about life, about living, about more than surviving. she'll use the hell out of the art set. iris is warmth, good. she doesn't see survival as the ultimate only goal, and it's important for her to be close to someone like that, to be able to connect to someone like that.
clementine is a child of the 90s, and while the apocalypse might've stopped the 90's groove, she remembers charm bracelets being popular. she always wanted one because she wanted the little charms on them to show what someone loves, who they are. she's still trying to figure that out herself, but she spoke to barry after iris was gone. she's important to her, and clementine wants to express that in some way even if she still stumbles on the words of it or the how of it. she has to remember how to be affectionate, how to find the warmth that once came so easily to her.
she asks the closet for a charm bracelet that iris would love (which means ella you get to choose your fave) and then places a charm on it which represents journalism and a charm which represents... them, the two of them. it's a star because iris helped her paint stars into her room even if her walls will also now have the names of people she's lost. that's right too. the bracelet's all wrapped up (poorly) in a box with a note attached to the top of it. i missed you when you were away, and i'm really happy you're back. it feels like i can really celebrate christmas now maybe. i have one of these of my own so we can match sometimes if you want. from: clementine. her own bracelet has the one singular star charm on it too. ]
clementine is a child of the 90s, and while the apocalypse might've stopped the 90's groove, she remembers charm bracelets being popular. she always wanted one because she wanted the little charms on them to show what someone loves, who they are. she's still trying to figure that out herself, but she spoke to barry after iris was gone. she's important to her, and clementine wants to express that in some way even if she still stumbles on the words of it or the how of it. she has to remember how to be affectionate, how to find the warmth that once came so easily to her.
she asks the closet for a charm bracelet that iris would love (
[ unlike clementine, katherine doesn't knock and wait to give her her gift. she has her reasons, and they're very much born out of her own need to preserve herself. she's already given so much to a young girl she considers to be a mirror of herself, and taking elijah's words to heart, she doesn't wish for her to live a life similar to her own. ]
[ she thinks to knock, but katherine believes perhaps it's best for the both of them she doesn't wait around for clementine to answer her door. ]
[ wrapped in plain paper, katherine leaves her with two plain leather-bound journals. ]
[ when clementine opens one, she'll find it filled with katherine's neat cursive. on the first page reads: This is an adventure you won't find in the library. completely filled with a To be continued ... scrawled at the bottom of the very last page, it's filled with katherine's neat cursive. it tells the story of a girl who hadn't been designed for adventures, who had been soft and shaped to live a life already created for her, but she had chosen to break free of the confines of her own cage. the story very much reflects the tale of katerina petrova, from the moment she decided to live her life with a boy clementine may recall from hogwarts to the very moment she saved herself from a big bad wolf, and ends as she searches high and low for for her own flesh and blood. katherine removes her own name and instead insists on calling the protagonist nadja to add to its own fictional effect, and includes her own notes, such as Never trust a dog that doesn't bark when a nik is mentioned or, when aleksander is mentioned, He really was hopeless. ]
[ the other journal is plain, save for the very first page. once again, it's written in katherine's cursive:
You have an adventure inside of you that's worth telling. Tell it.
- Katherine. ]
[ she thinks to knock, but katherine believes perhaps it's best for the both of them she doesn't wait around for clementine to answer her door. ]
[ wrapped in plain paper, katherine leaves her with two plain leather-bound journals. ]
[ when clementine opens one, she'll find it filled with katherine's neat cursive. on the first page reads: This is an adventure you won't find in the library. completely filled with a To be continued ... scrawled at the bottom of the very last page, it's filled with katherine's neat cursive. it tells the story of a girl who hadn't been designed for adventures, who had been soft and shaped to live a life already created for her, but she had chosen to break free of the confines of her own cage. the story very much reflects the tale of katerina petrova, from the moment she decided to live her life with a boy clementine may recall from hogwarts to the very moment she saved herself from a big bad wolf, and ends as she searches high and low for for her own flesh and blood. katherine removes her own name and instead insists on calling the protagonist nadja to add to its own fictional effect, and includes her own notes, such as Never trust a dog that doesn't bark when a nik is mentioned or, when aleksander is mentioned, He really was hopeless. ]
[ the other journal is plain, save for the very first page. once again, it's written in katherine's cursive:
You have an adventure inside of you that's worth telling. Tell it.
- Katherine. ]
[ he flashes and runs, leaving clementine a small package. inside of the paper is a picture frame, with a piece of paper slotted inside that reads: For whatever you want to remember. if she pulls the paper out, she'll find another placed neatly and carefully behind it. he's sketched in pencil (and incredibly well) a picture of clementine and iris painting with smiles on their faces. the focus of the portrait is them, with the wall and everything else fading around them into obscurity. ]
[It's been a little while since the zombie family dinner, but Georgia hasn't forgotten her little slip-up, or that Clementine had definitely caught it. She's been busy, but now she finally clears the time to text Clementine and know she'll be able to pay attention if this conversation needs it.]
If you want to ask about it you can.
If you want to ask about it you can.
[It's telling maybe that Clementine doesn't have to ask what it is. It's been on her mind. Impossible for it not to be on her mind. Georgia won't have to be an only child, and there's really only one reason for that. She only hasn't asked out of respect for Georgia, not wanting to approach a subject that would be hard or painful if she didn't want to talk about it. She figures people can do what they want with that sort of information even if it's holding it close to their chest and never talking about it.]
Do you die back where you're from?
Do you die back where you're from?
Yes. I haven't experienced it yet, obviously, but Shaun has. He filled me in on the details.
[It isn't a secret. Georgia keeps very few secrets. The only reason she doesn't advertise her dead girl status more is that she doesn't want anyone's fucking pity. She made her choices. And she may never have wanted to be a martyr, but she can't think of a single thing she'd change, even if she had the opportunity. She told the truth. Right up until it killed her. And it might not have been worth it, but there was no other path she would have accepted.]
[It isn't a secret. Georgia keeps very few secrets. The only reason she doesn't advertise her dead girl status more is that she doesn't want anyone's fucking pity. She made her choices. And she may never have wanted to be a martyr, but she can't think of a single thing she'd change, even if she had the opportunity. She told the truth. Right up until it killed her. And it might not have been worth it, but there was no other path she would have accepted.]
[People die. It's a fact. It's a terrible fact. When zombies are around, people die all the time, but it doesn't stop it from hurting to know she can include Georgia in that. Everyone dies eventually, but- but. It still hurts like hell. Maybe one day it won't anymore.
She swallows thickly, rubs at her face. There's a long pause before she replies but Georgia doesn't need her tears, and Clementine never knows what to do with them anyway.]
What happens?
She swallows thickly, rubs at her face. There's a long pause before she replies but Georgia doesn't need her tears, and Clementine never knows what to do with them anyway.]
What happens?
I'm shot with a needle filled with live form Kellis-Amberlee. The zombie virus.
[In case Clementine forgets, or if she hasn't told her. Unlike at home, she can't assume everyone will know.]
Not many girls get "Assassinated to cover up a government conspiracy" written on their wall entry. Guess I'm pretty special.
[In case Clementine forgets, or if she hasn't told her. Unlike at home, she can't assume everyone will know.]
Not many girls get "Assassinated to cover up a government conspiracy" written on their wall entry. Guess I'm pretty special.
That's a really shitty way to go. Did you.. turn?
[They've talked about shooting each other if the other one ever dies here like it's a mercy, and it is. No one wants to become one of those things. She shot Lee so he wouldn't have to turn. She shot him before he turned. It's worse than death to become a walker, a zombie.]
Here I thought having a government was a good thing. They tried to stop you from telling the truth.
[They've talked about shooting each other if the other one ever dies here like it's a mercy, and it is. No one wants to become one of those things. She shot Lee so he wouldn't have to turn. She shot him before he turned. It's worse than death to become a walker, a zombie.]
Here I thought having a government was a good thing. They tried to stop you from telling the truth.
It's still better than the alternative. And while the conspiracy goes deep, it doesn't touch everyone. And you can kill me, but you can't kill the truth.
[No matter how hard some people try.]
No. Shaun would never let that happen to me. I got my last article out, then he shot me. Then he shot the bastard who ordered the hit. I'm lucky to have him.
[No matter how hard some people try.]
No. Shaun would never let that happen to me. I got my last article out, then he shot me. Then he shot the bastard who ordered the hit. I'm lucky to have him.
[Clementine shuts her eyes tight, rubs her face. She's never thought so much about the truth before. It's always been about surviving, and Georgia seems so- so accepting of what happens. It's hard for Clementine to wrap her head around. It's a combination of this anger surging up inside of her and this pain at the thought that Georgia still dies in a future which is more hopeful than what she knows, but it's still shitty cause of zombies, cause of people.
There are no easy answers, and she knows what it is like to shoot someone you love so she feels for Shaun.]
I'm glad that fucker didn't get away with it.
Are you okay?
There are no easy answers, and she knows what it is like to shoot someone you love so she feels for Shaun.]
I'm glad that fucker didn't get away with it.
Are you okay?
I'm alive. And as long as I'm here, I'll stay that way.
[Not an actual answer to the question, but it's as much as she can admit to. She doesn't want to lie to Clementine, even though emotions are the one thing she's ever allowed herself to lie about (she's fine), but she can't admit how much this shakes her. That much vulnerability, only Shaun can see, and even he doesn't get it very often.]
[Not an actual answer to the question, but it's as much as she can admit to. She doesn't want to lie to Clementine, even though emotions are the one thing she's ever allowed herself to lie about (she's fine), but she can't admit how much this shakes her. That much vulnerability, only Shaun can see, and even he doesn't get it very often.]
Your feelings are important even if I get it's not easy to talk about, and I don't expect you to. You can do whatever the hell you want with how you feel.
[She certainly doesn't have to open up to her, and it's what Clementine is trying to express as she types her message. She learned how to type here. When the apocalypse happened, she had never typed before at all, but she's been working at it here in Wonderland.
Sometimes conversations are easier had that way especially when they hurt.]
Thank you for telling me.
[She certainly doesn't have to open up to her, and it's what Clementine is trying to express as she types her message. She learned how to type here. When the apocalypse happened, she had never typed before at all, but she's been working at it here in Wonderland.
Sometimes conversations are easier had that way especially when they hurt.]
Thank you for telling me.
Of course. I don't keep secrets as a rule. [Except that one that Clementine is definitely not going to be told.] The only reason it's not common knowledge is that some people might take it the wrong way.
My job is to tell the truth. Anything relevant to my readers, I share.
I don't want anyone pitying me.
I don't want anyone pitying me.
I get why you wouldn't want to share it with anyone.
But I don't think anyone would pity you, and if they did, I'd punch them in their face. You died how you wanted telling the truth. It's still shitty as fuck, but it doesn't take away from who you are right now, Gerogia. I hate you did. Die.
But it doesn't. Screw anyone who'd pity you for doing what you believe in.
But I don't think anyone would pity you, and if they did, I'd punch them in their face. You died how you wanted telling the truth. It's still shitty as fuck, but it doesn't take away from who you are right now, Gerogia. I hate you did. Die.
But it doesn't. Screw anyone who'd pity you for doing what you believe in.
[She isn't quite right. It's not how Georgia wanted to die. She didn't want to die at all. She wanted to keep living and keep writing and not leave Shaun alone. Ever.]
Thank you, Clementine. I'm going to continue to treat it as I have been: discussing it if it comes up, but not making a particular effort to bring up the topic.
Thank you, Clementine. I'm going to continue to treat it as I have been: discussing it if it comes up, but not making a particular effort to bring up the topic.
[Nobody wants to die but everyone does. It's terrible. She wishes Georgia could have lived longer, could have lived to the proper way for someone to die. Is that old age? She doesn't know. She's never experienced that death but all the rest, she's seen. Clementine wants her own death to be quick, to be for a reason like saving someone else.]
That sounds like a good way to handle it. I won't tell anyone. It's yours to talk about or to not talk about, and for what it's worth, I think it's total bullshit that you die. I hate it a lot.
That's not pity. It just. Is.
That sounds like a good way to handle it. I won't tell anyone. It's yours to talk about or to not talk about, and for what it's worth, I think it's total bullshit that you die. I hate it a lot.
That's not pity. It just. Is.
It's okay if you do tell people. I mean it when I say it's not a secret.
But you're not wrong. It is total bullshit. And I hate it too.
But you're not wrong. It is total bullshit. And I hate it too.
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