Voice testing - Canon is TellTale's 'The Walking Dead'

[decisions_decisions]

 Your name's 'Mun', right..?

Okay, well -  This doesn't look too difficult, so stop worrying - just take it slow, and you'll be fine. I'm not really sure what you want me to do now I'm here, if that's even how this all works...

...I should probably find some people I know; being alone was risky enough before. But I guess you're the one who can make that happen, huh?

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[emax_guarddog]

[There are a lot of kids wandering around unattended...not that it's his business what humans do with their pups.

Max just sits down where he is and cocks his head, watching her.]

[decisions_decisions]

[When she notices the dog, Clementine gets to her feet slowly, holding her hands up at waist height. Until she knows better, she'll be keeping her distance from you, Max.]

Hey there..

[With a quick glance around for the owner]

Who're you with, boy..?

[emax_guarddog]

[Probably for the best. But so long as you don't do anything mean, Clem, he won't either. He just perks his ears and tilts his head more, giving a glimpse of the tagless chain he's wearing]

[decisions_decisions]

[Okay, well..he - running with the assumption it's a 'he' - doesn't look like he's vicious; kind of the opposite, actually. But then again, neither did Sam. The only difference is, this one has no ID.

After a pause, she reaches out her hand for him - whether he comes or goes, she doesn't know, but it's worth a try, right?]

C'mere, boy - it's okay. I won't hurt you

[emax_guarddog]

[If only she knew...or maybe it's better she doesn't find out.

When she extends her hand, he immediately stands and pads the short distance to sniff. He sits quietly again, the perfect picture of a well-trained dog.]

[decisions_decisions]

[She's a little hesitant when he first approaches her, but once he's sat down again and looking calm as anything, she lets herself relax somewhat.

Still, she moves cautiously as she goes to pet him]

There you go..no surprises, okay?

[emax_guarddog]

[No surprises, just him licking his lips and leaning into her touch a little. Though she'll feel so noticeable scarring if she pets through his fluffy fur enough.]

[decisions_decisions]

[She does feel..something under his fur. It doesn't seem to bother him that she's touching the bumps found there, so she parts the hair to take a closer look.

Albeit curious, she's also shocked that someone would hurt an animal so badly, if it was a person that did it at all. Taking her hand back a moment, she pushes up her left sleeve, revealing a scar of her own; a bite wound from a dog attack, punctuated by crude stitching marks. They're faded, but unmissable nonetheless.]

I guess we match, huh?

[Tugging her sleeve back down, she crouches in front of the dog, and goes back to petting him]

I'll bet someone's looking for you, boy. I know I would be.

[emax_guarddog]

[It's not so surprising to him what some humans will do for science. He sniffs the bite, noting the teeth are obviously dog teeth. So either she did something wrong period, or that the dog thought was wrong.

Once she's face-level with him, he leans in and licks her nose. Humans, especially kids, like that cute stuff.]

super late but I couldn't resist

[burningdaylight]

You'll do jus' fine around these parts. I know it.

[Guess who's warm, dry, and sitting his ass down on the nearest log? He offers her a smile as he settles. One that reaches his eyes and crinkles the corners, which is more than can be said of many of his smiles these days.]

Jus'... talk things out with your mun. Unless yours is beyond all reasonin', then you should be able to work out whatever's on your mind.

hey, better lake than never amirite - 1/2

[decisions_decisions]

..Luke?

[WHAT]

2/2 I have no icons of her smiling properly I'm sorry. S2 was a dick to babygirl.

[decisions_decisions]

You're..you're here?

[Yeah, you're getting the hug of your freaking life. (Second life? After life? PDS life? idfk)]

[burningdaylight]

[He shifts into a crouch as she closes in as to better accommodate her hug, wrapping his arms around her unhesitatingly. There's always room left to pull away, though; the last thing he wants her to feel is uncomfortable.]

Been around for a while... since September her time, I think it was. S'always good to see you, kid.

[He looks a little different than she'll remember. The luxuriousness and abundance that defines Capitol life means he has access to running water and food and clean clothes. Well, barring the weeks at a time he spends trapped in arenas fraught with cruel and unusual hazards and other Tributes looking to run him through with knives. But even machete-less, in plaid and jeans, and with hair that has finally seen a comb for the first time in years, he's still the same Luke as he ever was. And she always puts a smile on his face -- even if he can't always remember how to smile.]

[decisions_decisions]

It's good to see you too...

[At first, she's not sure what else to say to him; she's just relieved to get to see him again. But it's surreal, to say the least. A familiar face is something she hasn't seen for a while, and she's certainly missed this particular one.

Eventually, she does pull away, swallowing down the rapidly forming lump in her throat.]

You look...different. Kind of...cleaner

[burningdaylight]

[He chuffs a soft laugh.] 'S'about time someone noticed.

Sorry this took a little while!

[decisions_decisions]

[It's been a while since she's really smiled properly, but now it comes so much easier]

Are you in a game somewhere?

[That'd explain why he looks so well-fed and well...bathed.]

no worries!

[burningdaylight]

[But he's not clean-shaven. A little too used to seeing his patchy, sorry-looking attempt at a beard in the mirror. He'd look like a college kid all over again without it, if it weren't for his worn, darkened eyes.]

Yeah.

[His expression sobers, brows knitting.] S'called The Games. A few a' us've shown up over the last couple months. I jus'... I never thought I'd ever get the chance to see some a' them again... I mean, like they used to be. Y'know? [His lips pinch.] But it ain't that simple. Guess there's always a catch these days.

[decisions_decisions]

[Her own expression drops when she realizes that might not have been the best question to ask. Only now, her curiosity's well and truly piqued - especially if there's other's there that they know.]

..What sort of a place is it?

[It's literally called 'The Games' - how bad can it be?]

[burningdaylight]

[It's surreal, having to explain it to Clementine when, in another time and another place, she already knows everything there is to know about the Capitol. About the Big Brother vibes and the torture, the Peaceekeepers and tasteless celebrations. Life in captivity - and the punishment of defiance - only reminds him of being trapped and subjected to hard, unfair labour in Carver's compound.]

It ain't anywhere you should be, kid, that's for sure. Haven't seen hide or hair of a lurker, but they ain't the worst things out there. Not by a long shot.

[decisions_decisions]

[Aaand, there goes that theory.]

Worse than walkers..?

[burningdaylight]

Well, walkers ain't too bright. Get a bunch a' them together an' they still don' know their heads from a hole in the ground. [And thank fuck for that.]

Sorry this took a while! Been shattered from work

[decisions_decisions]

But they're still dangerous - even by themselves.

[That still leaves the question, though..]

..What kind of place are you in? What're worse than walkers?

[Don't make her worry about you, boy :( ]

no worries, man!

[burningdaylight]

[He hesitates. Keeping silent is going to worry her about as much as saying something at this point.]

'S'like a cage. A pretty one. But dressin' it up don' change the fact that what the government 'round here does to people ain't right. Every once in a while they round up jus' about every man, woman, an' kid out there an' force 'em to go around killin' each other for sport with cameras all around, watchin' everything. Somebody says somethin', anythin' they don' like, an' they're taken away. Come back... diff'rent.

[A pause. He's seen kids with thick, shiny brand-scars across their faces.]

...'S'folks like that -- like Carver was -- who're always gonna be more dangerous than walkers.