♫forClementine listened to the dean’s speech. He wanted recruits for his little army, the Black Militia against creatures from the Fade which were preventing them from finding their soul mate. It would be easy for Clementine to refuse and go off on her own to fend herself from these creatures. She would prefer it that way. But if she fought in this little group, then she would be putting herself to use instead of wallowing in her melancholy depression.
Clementine’s ears raised from the word dead. She was positive she was dead. Why? Well, she knew that the impact would crush her then cause her to go into a coma. But upon this new information, Clementine remained emotionless. She knew she was dead, she was right. There was no sadness within her because, the moment when she learned that happiness didn’t exist, she truly died.
She had nothing to lose, so Clementine stayed while few of the students began to clear out of the office. Clementine stuck her hands in her jacket’s pockets as she looked at the remaining students. A with pink hair was in the attention of the dean while another girl with pink hair and discolored eyes was hiding in the corner of the room, who was becoming hysterical and seemed to be in denial of being dead
But Clementine remained in the room, even with the few in numbers. It was only those two girls who seemed to stand out since the dean was interacting with them. Clementine stayed to fight, she was strong and she’s been at war before. Perhaps not for finding a soul mate, but to protect what she had. But it slipped through her fingers, and that is why she is here. Clementine would make a good soldier.
➤forl o c a t i o n :: Principal's Office
➤fort h o u g h t s :: ...
➤for c o m p a n y :: People I have not cared to know and the dean
