[ He rubs the blue blanket he'd found between his fingers. His eyes rest on the tiny baby booties. Sure, he's never seen a baby, but a blue blanket beside a pair of tiny shoes like that?
[ He flicks the stone - the phone, Clem had called it - so to show what he was pointing it at. He's indoors for the time being, and in the flickering light of a small fire a duck egg blue blanket and two baby booties can be seen. He hasn't disturbed them yet.
He really hopes she'll say it's the wrong blanket. ]
he didn't have boots like that [He didn't have any booties at all, actually; he didn't have much of anything. The blanket looks different too. That's a good sign, right?]
[Having received a very distressing message from Lea and being unable to contact him again about it, Clayton is worried. Very worried. He's fairly confident that Clem can take care of herself if she's left alone, but if she's been caught outside with the monsters--no, Clayton doesn't even want to entertain the notion. He messages her with the assumption that she'll respond and refuses to believe otherwise.]
i'm ok. lea isn't with me. we were supposed to meet back here but
[But he didn't show up. And now the doors are locked.]
he's not here. i don't know if there's anywhere nearby. [That he could stay in, that is. They haven't seen anywhere. She's tried to contact him herself, but hasn't got anywhere.]
[And that's as much as Clayton wants to outwardly admit on Lea's status. Clementine is an independent little girl who he knows is perfectly aware of Lea's chances of living through the night, but that doesn't stop him from worrying for the both of them. Maybe he's trying to convince himself that he's okay. It wouldn't be the first time.]
Have you seen any of the creatures in the caves? The ones that look like shadows?
[Well, that's a good sign. Kind of. There's still monsters around, yes, and Clayton knows full well that once they get an eye on him they're out for blood (or so he's convinced himself is the case), but at least they haven't found her. Yet.]
Then maybe they haven't found Lea yet, either. He could be headed out of the caves for more supplies on his own.
[Which is something Clayton decides he'll need to lecture Lea on later, once they run into each other again, because supplies or not, you don't leave the eleven-year-old alone in a dark cave full of monsters. He'd better be in some deep shit right now, or he's gonna be in even deeper shit when Clayton finds him.]
Please stay safe. We've found out that they're attracted to noise, so as long as you don't move around too much and stay quiet, they should move past you. Lea can take care of himself, wherever he's gone. Promise me you won't do anything reckless to find him.
[Clementine hesitates a little, and it's a few minutes before her reply comes. She doesn't believe for a minute that Clayton's right, that Lea is just fine. And she definitely doesn't believe he would have left the tunnels without her; he never seemed to type abandon someone.
She thinks about mincing her words, for Clayton's sake. But he's gotta realise sooner or later.]
i'm sorry, clayton. i wish i could believe that, but he wouldn't have just left me alone. if he was alive he would have sent a message by now. you don't have to worry about me going to look for him, i don't think there's much point.
[Painfully blunt. Man, does Clayton not want to believe her. Why does Clementine have to be such a grave little girl? Why does she have to make his job so difficult?]
I don't know. We shouldn't give up hope on him so soon. If he left, I'm sure it was for a very good reason, and if he didn't, then we'll hear about it in the obituaries. I would at least give him until then.
I will. Please be careful out there. I don't want to start looking for your name, too.
[Aaaand this method will be all well and good...right up until the obituaries stop posting for like a week and a half. Imagine the look on Clayton's face when the bulk obituary finally happens. Soak in his tears of regret. Many were shed.]
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[ He rubs the blue blanket he'd found between his fingers. His eyes rest on the tiny baby booties. Sure, he's never seen a baby, but a blue blanket beside a pair of tiny shoes like that?
She'd want to know. She'd asked to know. ]
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is it about aj? [She doesn't know why else Link would contact her, and can't help being nervous now.]
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[ He flicks the stone - the phone, Clem had called it - so to show what he was pointing it at. He's indoors for the time being, and in the flickering light of a small fire a duck egg blue blanket and two baby booties can be seen. He hasn't disturbed them yet.
He really hopes she'll say it's the wrong blanket. ]
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thanks for showing me them though
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Well, it wasn't his blanket. He's glad about that. ]
OK.
Will keep looking.
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he didnt have any clothes really, just a blanket and a diaper [Which doesn't bode well for warmth in a place like this, but.
It's good news here, anyway.]
where did you find that stuff?
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House I got locked in.
East from where I woke up.
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And how.
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maybe they left before the town got closed off
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[ Should still be a sign of them, though... urgh. ]
I'll let you sleep.
Will keep looking.
hella backdated to night 017 - text - @claytonator
Clem? Are you and Lea okay?
text - @clem
we were supposed to meet back here but
[But he didn't show up. And now the doors are locked.]
he's not here. i don't know if there's anywhere nearby. [That he could stay in, that is. They haven't seen anywhere. She's tried to contact him herself, but hasn't got anywhere.]
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[And that's as much as Clayton wants to outwardly admit on Lea's status. Clementine is an independent little girl who he knows is perfectly aware of Lea's chances of living through the night, but that doesn't stop him from worrying for the both of them. Maybe he's trying to convince himself that he's okay. It wouldn't be the first time.]
Have you seen any of the creatures in the caves? The ones that look like shadows?
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yeah. but they don't go after me as long as i stay away from them
[She knows that others have had quite a different reaction from the creatures, which is... weird. She can only count herself lucky.]
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Then maybe they haven't found Lea yet, either. He could be headed out of the caves for more supplies on his own.
[Which is something Clayton decides he'll need to lecture Lea on later, once they run into each other again, because supplies or not, you don't leave the eleven-year-old alone in a dark cave full of monsters. He'd better be in some deep shit right now, or he's gonna be in even deeper shit when Clayton finds him.]
Please stay safe. We've found out that they're attracted to noise, so as long as you don't move around too much and stay quiet, they should move past you. Lea can take care of himself, wherever he's gone. Promise me you won't do anything reckless to find him.
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She thinks about mincing her words, for Clayton's sake. But he's gotta realise sooner or later.]
i'm sorry, clayton. i wish i could believe that, but he wouldn't have just left me alone. if he was alive he would have sent a message by now. you don't have to worry about me going to look for him, i don't think there's much point.
[Blunt, but true enough in her eyes.]
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I don't know. We shouldn't give up hope on him so soon. If he left, I'm sure it was for a very good reason, and if he didn't, then we'll hear about it in the obituaries. I would at least give him until then.
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look out for his name. if he's not on there, we should look for him.
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[Aaaand this method will be all well and good...right up until the obituaries stop posting for like a week and a half. Imagine the look on Clayton's face when the bulk obituary finally happens. Soak in his tears of regret. Many were shed.]
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[Between George, Lea and everyone who died while travelling with her back home, Clementine is beginning to think it's better no one's with her now.
Even if part of her does hate it a bit.]
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