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t h e TRAPPED TOGETHER m e m e(expanded edition; originally from memebells @ lj)

Ever wanted to tag a character yours has no good reason to know? Ever wanted your character to be forced to interact with someone they're supposed to hate? Now's your chance!

You character has been trapped somewhere-- and they're not alone. Pick the scenario(s) and genre(s) you're open to, and post with your choices and character's information in the subject line. Use the random number generator or your own discretion to reply to others' posts.

SCENARIOS:

1. TRAPPED IN AN ELEVATOR The old standby. You're stuck until someone can rescue you, or until one or both of you can get this box moving again.

2. TRAPPED IN AN UNDERGROUND BUNKER Maybe there's a nuclear winter, or maybe you were just exploring and wandered in here. Either way? Right now, you're stuck.

3. TRAPPED IN A CAR You were driving long-distance when your ride broke down, so now you're stuck in the middle of nowhere until else someone happens by.

4. TRAPPED IN A MALL AFTER HOURS Somehow, you managed to get stuck in the mall after closing. Maybe you fell asleep in the bathroom, or were hiding in the back of the bookstore, but now the doors are locked, and you've got the whole place almost to yourself.

5. TRAPPED IN A MAZE Entering that maze seemed like such a good idea, didn't it? Only now you can't find your way out, and you're pretty sure you're not alone in here...

6. TRAPPED ON AN ISLAND You should have known better than to trust any three hour cruise or any last minute flight over the ocean. In the chaos you've gotten stuck on a different island from the rest of the survivors (there are others, right?), but you'll probably still be close enough for rescuers to find you if you build a big enough fire. At least you have the island to yourselves... don't you?

7. TRAPPED IN THE WILDERNESS It was a great idea to go trekking out into the wilderness until you got separated from the group you were on, or you lost your map in a mad escape from something... unfortunate. If you're lucky there's a cabin to stay in. If you're less lucky, one of you brought a tent. If not... then you better get trekking home in a hurry. There're animals out there, you know.

8. OTHER/COMBO Any other scenarios that tickle your fancy.

GENRES:

i. Survival Horror
ii. Smut
iii. Gen
iv. Fluff
v. Crack
vi. Action
vii. Other/Combo

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[[ooc: Works for me :P

OMG I THOUGHT IT WAS OMID AND CHRISTA TBH. Lmao dude I assumed they left because I didn't give the right responses for them to hang around. I wonder if that's the only ending... Ugh. SO MESSED UUUUP. Dat game. ...Need to replay haha.]]

[There's silence for a while, long enough that Daryl's started to think that maybe he is imagining things. It wouldn't be a stretch, and he'd probably blame it on not having been out here for a while (though that's not exactly true and he knows it; how long does it take to recover from chasing ghosts in the woods? The world may never know...) or being less rested than is strictly safe these days... But then he hears it again, unmistakable movement, though it's very faint and he has to strain to hear it...

And then there's... A child. A girl, a little girl with a gun pointed right at him stepping out from behind the damn tree. One would think that a person's first instinct when faced with a child would be to maybe lower his own weapon- and that would certainly have been the case before the world went to hell- but Daryl isn't about to do that, not immediately, anyway. For all he knows this could be a setup, he doesn't know this kid, doesn't know the area, either- he could have walked right into that asshole Randall's group, or worse...

No, that crossbow's staying right where it is until he gets a good look at her. If she was gonna shoot him she'd have done it already, he knows this and he's using this time to let anyone who may or may not be watching think they've got him too scared to move. He takes stock of the area around her first, watching for blurs in the distance, things that look out of place, anything he may have missed on his way over here. Finding nothing, he narrows his eyes and focuses on the child.

She looks... Dirty. Dirty and tired and, he can't help but notice, absolutely terrified. The way she's holding that gun, her body language, the look on her face... Shit, she looks so young, even younger than--

And maybe he'll regret it, maybe it'll end up being the mistake that gets his sorry ass killed... But by god he's lowering that crossbow slowly, carefully, because holding kids at gunpoint (arrowpoint?) isn't who he is.]

Easy, take it easy. [He's keeping his voice as calm as possible; he really doesn't think this kid's gonna shoot him, but... You can never be too careful.] Ain't gonna hurt you.

[[ do you have some other form of contact so we can akdhaskd over the game without spamming our thread? :|a I'm Amxire on AIM and tracetopia on plurk. ]]

[ Though the crossbow's being lowered, her pistol isn't. Not yet, anyway. Everything she ever does is gonna be dangerous--that's another thing Lee taught her. And it was true enough to get him bitten, so it's definitely true enough to be a little too careful now.

At his tone, she bites her lip, stubbornly keeping the pistol leveled just long enough to realize that there's really no way she can do it. Not so soon. It's been a couple of days already, but she still hasn't thought to wash the blood off her face. Lee's blood, that walker's blood... It doesn't matter anymore, does it?

Then she caves, the pistol falling to her side. It's like he thought: she just can't do it.

Which brings her to the next most important thing. Clementine swallows hard, then tentatively says: ] Have you seen a man and a woman? [ ...How specific. She clarifies: ] She's really tall and he kinda limps. [ Yeah, the chances aren't very good that he's even come close to seeing them, but... ] I have to find them. Lee told me to meet them at the train, but I don't know where that is, either...

[[ I'm shichiloafs on AIM and... I don't have a plurk hahaha avoiding it like the plague ]]

[He can't say he blames her for not getting that gun out of his face right away... Actually, he'd probably be more worried if she did- she's afraid of him, obviously, which hopefully means she doesn't have a legion of guys behind her. It's a good sign?

There's a very, very long pause (which probably feels a lot longer than it is because, hey, gun pointed at him by a very shaky, scared kid) and then finally the weapon's dropped to her side and Daryl can breathe again, is free to look her over properly. Without that gun in her hands she looks smaller, even younger than before... Where the fuck are her parents probably isn't the smartest question, but it's the first one that comes to him regardless- kid's got no business being out here by herself...

And then there's her question, and shit, he hasn't seen anyone for miles, alive or otherwise. He shakes his head slowly.]

Ain't seen nobody like that. [He frowns.] Ain't no trains around here, neither... Where'd you come from?

[So she's alone and lost... He can't help but be reminded of Sophia, can't help comparing the two, either; this kid's got a weapon at least, maybe if Sophia'd had one... No. No, thanks. That's a road he really, really does not need to be going down right now. What he needs to be doing, he tells himself, is dealing with what's right in front of him.]

[[ w-whoa we met on the last role call, I already had you added. MY BAD. ]]

[ She knows how much weaker she looks without pointing the gun, and that makes her really nervous, but both of them know she isn't gonna kill anyone so what's the point of pretending? All she can do is hope the man didn't lie, hope he really isn't gonna hurt her after all. He doesn't look like a nice person--he looks kind of like a wild-man, actually, and his accent is the same as the men on the dairy who ate Mark for dinner--but her judge of character is usually pretty good and right now it's leaning toward 'safe'. Safe-ish, anyway.

'Ain't seen nobody like that.' Her stomach drops with the weight of how high she'd gotten her hopes. She shouldn't have, she knows, but there was always that itty bitty chance... 'Ain't no trains around here, neither.' Clementine swallows hard, glancing around. She was pretty sure this way was the way to the train tracks. Is she going the wrong way?

'Where'd you come from?' ] Atlanta. But we were in Savannah looking for a boat and my mom and dad.

[[I THINK WE DID. Wow haha, I feel like you're probably on my list already too. 8'D WHOOPS.]]

[It's not so much the weakness Daryl's noticing- though that's definitely something- as it is the... Childishness. Take Carl's gun away and he still looks like Carl, like a little soldier who'd kick your ass six ways to Sunday if you cornered him. This girl, though... She doesn't look quite so hard. Daryl isn't sure which of the two is worse.

Her face just drops at his response, and he feels pretty damn awful about having to be the one to give her the news. He's never been good with this, handling other peoples emotions (or his own, if he's honest) and so really he's just hoping against hope that she don't start cryin'.

Fortunately, she seems to be made of tougher stuff than that- all the way from Savannah? By herself?]

Shit... [He chews at his lip as he studies her again. All things considered, she's a lot better off than she could be.] You shoulda stayed put, gonna be hard for them to find you all the way out here.

[He allows himself the most irrational flash of anger at the fact that if Sophia'd just stayed where Rick told her to, things might have been different. But this little girl ain't Sophia, and she don't know any better, either.]

How long you been on your own?

[ Don't worry, Daryl. Clem isn't gonna start crying, if only because there isn't much cry left in her after all this. Her face may have fallen, but so would yours if you were eight and walking for almost a day in the complete wrong direction without any food and no idea which water sources are safe to drink.

But wait. ] Stayed put? But the walkers were gonna get in. [And she couldn't look at Lee anymore. Not after what she did.

How long has she been out on her own? ] Yesterday morning.... I wasn't s'posed to be. I was s'posed to find Christa and Omid. [ She's clarifying so Lee doesn't get in trouble for leaving her alone. Even though he's dead, and dead people can't get in trouble. ]

[Daryl's face had done more than fall when he'd been unable to find his way back home after that first day he'd been lost- he'd spent pretty much the entirety of the second one bawling his eyes out before finally sacking up and making the decision to take care of himself...

But then, it'd been just him and the woods back then. This little girl has the walkers to dealwith too. Daryl feels for her, really, he does.] Okay, okay. You're lookin' for your people. [He nods; he's not gonna push it... Even though he has his doubts about a child finding much of anything in these woods.]

Yesterday, huh? [Face visibly softening, he reaches a hand into his pocket- slowly, of course, he doesn't want the kid to think he's going for a weapon- and pulls out a string of jerky.] You gotta be hungry. Here-- [Carefully he takes a step forward, jerky outstretched. He's aware he probably isn't exactly the most friendly looking asshole around, all covered in dirt and sweat from stomping around in the woods, but he's trying. He should ask her her name. That's friendly, right?] What's your name?

[ By now, she's almost entirely convinced that he's not as bad as he seems. Mostly on account of the fact that usually, bad people are better at pretending they aren't. Especially when his face softens. She's seen that look on enough people to know it's usually genuine.

So she's offering: ] Clementine. [ And after a second, she lifts the gun to examine it, carefully makes sure the safety's back on, and slides it back into her hoodie pocket. (She always saw Lee store it in the waistband of his pants, but she's had nothing but this nightgown and hoodie for a long long time, and storing it in the waistband of a nightgown isn't very possible.)

Congrats, Daryl. You won at least enough trust that she doesn't think she'll have to defend herself from you in the next few minutes. So with that, she's meeting him halfway, accepting the jerky. ] Thank you. [ But it sounds almost apologetic, and a second later she's letting him know what's on her mind: ] I'm sorry I almost shot you. I just didn't know if you were bad. [ And now that she's apologized, she takes a bite of the jerky. After going hungry for this long, it tastes amazing, so don't mind her if she's just going to scarf it all down right here and now. ]

[Considering Daryl probably couldn't fake an emotion if he tried (shit, he has problems conveying the ones that are 100% genuine), yeah. You're safe, Clem.

Daryl can't help but notice that she seems to be pretty knowledgeable about that gun- someone obviously taught her how to use it, where the hell are they now? Maybe it was those people she's looking for, the tall one and the gimpy one... He supposes it isn't really important. Once the gun's safely tucked away, the girl- Clementine- goes for the jerky. Thanks him for it too, and he wonders if the person who taught her how to handle the gun also taught her manners.

...Probably not.]

Sure.

[He's... Actually surprised by that apology- far as he's concerned it's pretty much a non-issue.] You were protectin' yourself, same as me. [An awkward pause. Now that she's apologized, well... He guesses he may as well, too. She's set that standard.] Sorry I scared you. [Another pause, as she just goes to town on that jerky. She's clearly hungry, and there's another piece in his pocket that he has half a mind to fork right over... He'll wait until she's done with this one.] But I ain't bad... Unless you're a walker.

[And there's a teeny smile for you, Clem. It vanishes pretty quick, though; ain't nothin' to smile about- kid's lost in the damn woods. And speaking of that...] Your group know you're out here? [And again, he can't help but be reminded of Sophia's disappearance and the way the group had searched for her, can't help but think of Carol and all of her hoping and praying. Is someone out there doing that for this girl, too?]

[ It's just a teeny smile but it's a smile nonetheless, so despite herself, she's offering a grin right back. It's a quiet sort of grin, not at all bright like it may have been if her not-family hadn't all fallen apart in the last couple of days, but that too is a smile nonetheless.

And though he may be surprised at the apology, it doesn't occur to her that it was unusual to offer it. If he'd meant her harm, it would have been totally fair to point the gun at him, but he hadn't so it was only natural that she apologize.

'Your group know you're out here?' Clem shakes her head a little. ] Everyone thinks I'm with Lee. [ She swallows, and this part's a little tough for her to say. ] Lee's-... He got bitten. [ And she had to take care of it. ]

[Got bit... Daryl frowns. He'd kind of figured it'd been something like that, why else would she be alone?]

'M sorry about your friend. [He's been feeling awfully sorry about things lately, it seems to be a trend... One he's not exactly thrilled about.

But back to the situation at hand, he can feel sorry later:] So no one's lookin' for you...? [It's more rhetorical than anything else- how can they be looking if they don't even know she needs findin'? He brings his hand up to gnaw at the corner of his thumbnail, eyes narrowed somewhat in thought.

This girl is fucked. Unless...] I could help you look for 'em. If you want.

[Well shit. It's out of his mouth before he even gets the chance to argue with himself about it. It's none of his damn business, and he knows that if this was an adult he'd come across he'd very likely leave their ass in the woods... But this is different. He can't just walk away.]

[ He's... gonna help her? If her face fell before, it's sure as heck lighting up now. ]

But how are you gonna do that, if you don't know where the train is?

[ Really, though, that's just a technicality. She's still thrilled, seriously. Daryl just made one little girl's day. Because somehow, even when it was established that he's good, she didn't even fathom that he'd stick around. Maybe offer her a little food and point her in the right direction. That's what people always did for Lee, when they were looking for help. ]

[Her face brightens, and while it's a much better look than the miserable, downtrodden expression she'd worn before- even with the blood- Daryl can't help but feel like he's just gotten himself into a situation he might regret. He's just getting used to the responsibilities he has within the group, and now he's got this kid to look after... At least for today.

But really, what other choice does he have?]

We gotta work our way back to the road first, bike's there with the rest of my gear. I got a map.

[He shoulders his crossbow and turns to peer back the way he came. They're not too far, a mile or so... Shouldn't take long.]

You ready?

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Rofl I'm just gonna go with "1 looks like a 7 if you squint" 8'D

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