[center][h2][color=6ecff6]Clementine Mercer[/color][/h2][/center][hr]
The movement of the crowd was now readily apparent to Clem as she stumbled out into the open and toward an alleyway down the street from the L.A. Center for Humans. Sat in the alleyway was her salvation. Silver and shining dimly as it reflected the light from her entrance into the alley. So mysterious and alluring in its solitude, she felt herself being willed towards it. She couldn't stop herself, as her stomach pulled her forward toward this argent anomaly before her. She reached out her hand, quick but sluggish as time seemed to slow around her. Its surface was cool. Smooth.

With a clatter, she lifted the lid off of the trash can and promptly threw up. So much blood, so many dead in that center. It was sickening, it was barbaric. She could feel her insides churning and gurgling as she horked up the remainder of the strawberry smoothie she has been nursing earlier. A deluge of pink goop, thrown into the open trashcan as she lifted herself from the trash, and put the lid back on in disgust. At both what she had seen, and herself. A gloopy chunk of pink froth clung to her pristine white hair, like the aftermath of a bubblegum bubble-bath. The acrid smell was going to take ages to come out. The images of the dead were never going to, on the other hand.

Those people. They may have been misguided and bigoted, but they were still people. No one deserved to have their fate decided for them like that. Clementine mused to herself as she rubbed at her rumbling stomach, now empty and burning as was her throat. She spat pink and red onto the floor of the alley and swiped at her phone with one hand, as the other shook itself clean of leftover smoothie and stomach acid. Those people were just people, and the fact that they were attacked like that only meant that no one was safe, and that something was stirring up. Clementine had to protect herself. To find a safe haven, and protect herself but she's just a girl, what could she do besides buy a gun?

She paused for a second, before starting to tap away on her phone. She knew of a way to protect herself, but she would need some help. And some money.