[center][img]https://i.kym-cdn.com/photos/images/newsfeed/001/086/273/7f6.gif[/img][/center] [center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/191202/0d423c013fe259e8509c28d41cb71bb8.png[/img][/center] [hr][Right][sub][color=FORESTGREEN] 1 P.M-ish[/color][/sub] [sub][color=FORESTGREEN]Momma May's[/color][/sub] [sub][Color=FORESTGREEN]Interactions : [/color][@queenoftheages] [@SamaraJayne96] [@Cio][/sub][/right][hr] [indent][color=lightgray][Color=e99666]"Yes yes yes, oh my god yes,"[/color] The woman responded, almost immediately upon hearing Clementine's snark. Well she was definitely enthusiastic in her response, that much couldn't be denied. Another interesting thing, Clementine noted that the woman wasn't facing her-- she couldn't tell who was talking to her, so she was just speaking, loudly and enthusiastically, in her general direction of whoever she thought was helping her. That was fair, even in her bikini top, Clem hadn't completely turned to face her-- and she was still rather unassuming to most. She gave an internal shrug. [Color=e99666]"First of all, I think 'desperate' is an understatement, if I'm being honest, and again, yes, I would absolutely love a place to stay. If you could recommend one, you-,"[/color] She continued. Clementine knew the feeling well, the org had told her absolutely nothing about this place she'd be calling home for the indeterminate future. When the independent contractor... mercenary... [i]whatever's[/i] dropped her off here, in the middle of Coalfell's main street, from the back of their black van. It had taken Clem at least two days of wandering around to discover the Cadillac. [i]At least.[/i] It didn't advertise itself as a motel since the sign was so faded, no one spoke to you if you went in, and good luck getting the [i]residents[/i] to tell you about it. Clem didn't feel like letting anyone else go through that hellpuzzle if they didn't have to. [color=e99666]"-you would would be the sweetest angel, and I will literally do anything to make it up to you--"[/color] [i]'Literally do anything,'[/i] she had said. Clem turned a little more in her bar stool at this, eerily featureless bottle of beer now resting on her thigh, instantly turning a spot of her jeans into a coaster. She wanted to get a closer look at the loud woman-- she was definitely pretty, she'd caught that at just a side glance-- but noticing the difference between the two was a bit unnerving. This girl could easily be a model! She was so tall! Probably a foot taller than her from what Clem could tell sitting from the bar. Her skin, her body, and her hair were all nicer than Clem's as well. Th--[i]Clementine[/i] wasn't a particularly self conscious person, but it was definitely a reminder fully seeing this woman that [i]she[/i] was closer to the plain side of the spectrum when it came to looks. Which she had no problem with, looking nice was for actors and her partners. As the woman continued, [color=e99666]"--I swear, because I'd rather die than sleep in my car again."[/color] Clem's mind followed a different train of thinking, almost completely ignoring that she'd been sleeping in her car. While that was tragic-- Clem also noticed that this woman was also very [i]young--[/i] much younger than her, for sure. She could still be in school-- [i]high school[/i], even. What had she meant by [i]'literally anything?'[/i] Had Clem just let her lustful mind go too far? While Clementine mulled over the potential of this possibility, before she could get out another response to the woman, she'd apparently lost interest and turned her attention to something else. [color=e99666]"Ravi!"[/color] Ravi? A friend of hers? Small world. She turned to slowly finish her beer. Unconsciously turning the name over in her head as she did, until-- Wait... [i][color=forestgreen]Wait, wait, wait...[/color][/i] She was definitely a little buzzed, but she knew that name, she thought. [i][color=forestgreen]Ravi.[/color][/i] She [i]knew[/i] that fucking name. [i][color=forestgreen]Ravi...[/color][/i] She fished out an indiscriminate amount of bills from her pocket and placed them messily on the counter-- a bonus of having a staff that just [i]didn't care[/i] was that they [i]really didn't[/i] keep track of tabs all that closely, she was positive she was underpaying them. Further, she'd get no complaints of it when she was back here for dinner and more booze later. Clem's not even sure their memories of her lasted that long. But-- her attention turned to the pair, now talking a good ways away, [i][color=forestgreen]Ravi, Ravi, Ravi...[/color][/i] She continued to turn the name around in her head, placing her bottle on the counter-- she was [i]fairly[/i] sure they brewed their own booze in this town, hence the lack of labels, the utter lack of a good taste, and why it was served in a fucking [i]cafe[/i] of all places. Took her a few weeks to figure out that local secret. As bad as it tasted, she respected it as an art form, so she never threw away the bottles-- maybe that's why they let her get away with the discounts? She was getting distracted-- [i][color=forestgreen]Ravi--[/color][/i] She got a better look at him as started dragging the brown woman with the nice hair away to a secluded corner of the cafe. Definitely recognized him from... somewhere... Clementine got up as the two began to talk, she covered her blindfolded eye with her hat as she did. Narrowing her other as she focused on the pair's lips, attempting to read them. You know, it was moments like this that she wished she'd paid more attention to those lessons in basic espionage, like lip reading the Org had taught all it's higher ranking members who regularly went out on field missions. She should have put more effort in to things lip reading lips, but that skill simply didn't fulfill her need for artistic indulgence during her time in the Org. Annnnnnnd maybe if they had put a guy in charge of teaching her instead of [i]Daisy,[/i] I mean... Clem was was [i]certainly[/i] focused on a pair of lips during the lessons! Two pairs of them, in fact! She did pick some things up, she she supposed, but just barely above the bare minimum, like most of her skills gained with the Org. The [color=9e0b0f]"SHHHH!"[/color] was easy enough to gather even for an amateur like her, what came next was... [i]difficult.[/i] Before he continued though, he glanced around the cafe, clearly checking to see if anyone was listening in on their conversation. Clementine was obviously out of earshot, but didn't want to draw any undue attention to herself and escalate anything, she quickly turned and leaned against the bar as his gaze came to her. By the time she turned around again, attempting to read the whispers from his lips with her minimal training he'd already begun speaking. [i][color=9e0b0f]"I'm here... DON'T want... to know where... (and?) I need a break... ...if ... on the down-low... my car gets fix(ed?) and I can leave this dead-end town."[/color][/i] [i]Hmmmmm.[/i] Clementine's eye shifted to the ground as she began to think. She couldn't gather much, since she could really only accurately read single syllable words from people's lips. But from what her alcohol and migraine addled mind could put together, it seemed like he didn't want to be here, but he had to be here because of his car? Getting his car fixed in a town like this... ha! Good luck with that one, buddy. Clementine wasn't sure the citizens of Coalfell had cars, or even [i]knew[/i] how to drive-- let alone had a place dedicated to fixing vehicles. Clem was no engineer, but she'd always been a tinkerer at heart-- [i]she[/i] probably had more expertise in fixing whatever was ailing this man's broken car than all [i]these[/i] goons combined. Who [i]was[/i] he, though? The way the brown girl approached him and the subsequent pull to the side, they definitely weren't friends. Ex's perhaps? Then why did [i]she[/i] recognize him? She looked back up at the man and things began to click. [i][color=9e0b0f]"I need a break."[/color][/i] He had said. Clementine remembered getting a book from a member of the Org for Christmas a few years back by a breakout author, a certain [i]Ravi Callum.[/i] She recognized the picture from the back of the book, some tale about about a woman who has the romance of her life-- the twist is that she was dying the whole time, and it was just a fantasy of what she wished she'd pursued. It was [i]alright.[/i] He looked younger than her-- but much more aged, he'd been through a lot of stress, it seemed. But there was no doubting it, it was him. And apparently he'd made quite a name [i]quite[/i] a name for himself since her time out of the States. This worried Clementine. [i][color=forestgreen]Ravi fucking Callum? HERE?[/color][/i] This was bad, right? The fact that her head was more pumping migraine than booze buzzing right now told her [i]'yes.'[/i] He didn't seem to [i]want[/i] to be here, that was a good thing. But still, even Coalfell's bullshit barrier could only keep out the press for so long, and then it was only a matter of time before super fans were here, then next thing you knew the fucking [i]pigs[/i] were here. She had it on good authority that they didn't have her picture-- but they [i]did[/i] have description. She was practically a sitting a sitting duck! Beginning to approach the pair, she considered her options. The most direct plan was just killing him. Might not be the [i]cleanest option[/i], given her 'methods,' but it would definitely get rid of him attracting anyone for the moment... Or would it? There seemed to be more new people coming into this shithole excuse for a town by the second. They weren't as desensitized to and weird as Coalfellites, they'd definitely try to to report the death-- death by [i]explosion[/i]-- to the pigs-- and even [i]if[/i] she could manage to kill them all, he [i]definitely[/i] had his phone on him, [i]and if[/i] he was that big of a deal probably had a car with a tracker in it. So people already knew where he was. If he just stopped here forever people would come looking eventually no matter what. So, the better plan, it seemed, was the more tedious one. Helping him fix his car. Like she had said before-- Clementine was no classically trained engineer, but she respected it as an art form, as she did many things, and paid attention whenever instructed in it's intricacies. Usually. If it wasn't being taught to her by a woman. Luckily that wasn't often! By the time she was closer to the pair, she managed to catch the pretty brown woman with nice hair, [i]Kejirah's[/i] name as she introduced herself to Ravi. [Color=e99666]"Hey, is that your friend? She's cute. Is she single?...No, I shouldn't ask that, that's kinda rude...though I am curious."[/color] Kejirah said, prompting Clementine's curiosity, she followed her eye's over to where the woman in question-- another [i]young woman[/i] that could have been some flavor of celebrity. It made her feel... really... [COLOR=FORESTGREEN][i]MotheRFUCKER SHIT SUCKING CUNT PISSING DICK EATING SHIT SMEARING FUCK FUCK DAMN FUCK ASS PISS COCK FUCKSHITCOCKWHOREFUCKFUCKFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU[H3]U[/H3][H2]C[/H2][H1]K[/H1][/i][/COLOR]Got that out of your system? [COLOR=FORESTGREEN][i]Yes...[/i][/COLOR] Good. Turning her attention away from the humming brunette, she focused again on Kejirah and Ravi. Deciding she'd just pretend she hadn't gathered what she had, and that she didn't know what she did-- she injected herself into their conversation. [COLOR=FORESTGREEN]"Hey, you, looking for the place to stay...?"[/COLOR] Clem considered addressing her as Kejirah, but she felt that would've been giving away too much of her eavesdropping. So she opted for the option of just, being in her field of vision, looking up at her, speaking directly to her. [COLOR=FORESTGREEN]"It's pretty shit-- the AC's only [i]barely[/i] work [i]sometimes[/i] because I've spent the past couple months fixing them in the empty rooms when I can, the entire place smells like mildew, cum, and dead bodies--"[/COLOR] She rolled her eye under the shade of her hat, [COLOR=FORESTGREEN]"Don't ask."[/COLOR] She sighed, [COLOR=FORESTGREEN]"But it's got beds, that pass for beds, carpets that aren't too sticky, TV that sometimes isn't static-- the staff and other people there will talk to you about anything random except the fact that it's a motel, and the vending machines will always be randomly full. It's definitely a place you can... [i]exist.[/i]"[/COLOR] She paused for a moment, glancing over to Ravi, [COLOR=FORESTGREEN]"I caught your name-- Ravi, right? I'm a assuming you're a friend of hers?"[/COLOR] She lied, putting on a convincing polite smile to convey that she didn't know Ravi's true identity, [COLOR=FORESTGREEN]"If you both need a place to stay I can definitely lead you there, it's a little out of the way... and poorly advertised... and good luck getting one of these racist ass natives to talk to you about something that isn't completely batshit."[/COLOR] Turning back to Kejirah, she added, [COLOR=FORESTGREEN]"And maybe I can get your name!"[/COLOR][/color][/indent]