Dʀ. Cʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛɪɴᴇ Cʜᴀssᴇᴜʀ (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
visetvires) wrote2015-06-07 03:34 pm
visetvires) wrote2015-06-07 03:34 pm
nine † that He bring visible & speedy help
spam } kitchens & greenhouse
[For one day - one day only - Clementine skips her dinner shift. It's not out of any sense of laziness; she simply loses track of time after Dean says what he says, and so by the time she realizes she's supposed to be there, the shift's already over.]
[The next day, she makes up for it by arriving early and staying until she's kicked out. There is very little else she wants to do, she realizes. Sitting still in her cabin and getting drunk is not going to cut it, not today. Not now.]
[She is listless, purposeless, and wanders more or less by accident into the greenhouse. Sitting under a small tree (whose species she could determine if she gave two shits), she considers a prayer, tries it out, her hands clenched in small fists on her knees. It doesn't feel as though anyone's listening, though.]
voice } open minus dean
I'm at loose ends.
[This is not what she'd meant to say; her voice is thin, croaky, as though she hasn't spoken in years.]
If anyone needs an extra pair of hands. I have one.
[That's more or less it.]
private } scott
[Now she sounds desperate, hungry for purpose, lost and alone. He is her last hope - and what fucking irony is that?]
Tell me what to do.
private } iris
Are you okay?
[For one day - one day only - Clementine skips her dinner shift. It's not out of any sense of laziness; she simply loses track of time after Dean says what he says, and so by the time she realizes she's supposed to be there, the shift's already over.]
[The next day, she makes up for it by arriving early and staying until she's kicked out. There is very little else she wants to do, she realizes. Sitting still in her cabin and getting drunk is not going to cut it, not today. Not now.]
[She is listless, purposeless, and wanders more or less by accident into the greenhouse. Sitting under a small tree (whose species she could determine if she gave two shits), she considers a prayer, tries it out, her hands clenched in small fists on her knees. It doesn't feel as though anyone's listening, though.]
voice } open minus dean
I'm at loose ends.
[This is not what she'd meant to say; her voice is thin, croaky, as though she hasn't spoken in years.]
If anyone needs an extra pair of hands. I have one.
[That's more or less it.]
private } scott
[Now she sounds desperate, hungry for purpose, lost and alone. He is her last hope - and what fucking irony is that?]
Tell me what to do.
private } iris
Are you okay?
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