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Clarence watched Daniel approaching the little girl, the one standing over the corpse. Why wasn't anyone concerned about the fact there was a corpse in the street? Was this common in this town, or did everyone just mind their own business? Daniel approached the girl, trying to make conversation with her. She didn't seem to be responding until she suddenly jumped up, withdrawing a blade. She looked like a cornered animal, her eyes glowing menacingly. "Daniel... back off." He spoke softly, as not to alarm the girl.

Clarence glanced down at the corpse, the rivet running straight through it. The little girl didn't do this, there was no way she could've have. Clarence narrowed his eyes, reaching down and prying the corpse's fingers open. He picked up the syringe, examining it for a moment. He slipped it into his coat pocket, making a mental note to check it out later. He brought his attention back to the girl, who was mentioning a "Rosie". So this Rosie killed the man...

Clarence spoke up, softly as not to worry the child. "Little girl..." Her voice was disconcerting, as it seemed to echo on itself. "We're not going to hurt you.." The picture before him was like one from a nightmare. The girls dress was covered in blood as she stood there, ready to defend herself. Clarence would prefer that this Rosie not be called, but if she really did have a rivet gun. His eyes quickly darted around, making a mental note of the nearby cover. He brought his eyes back to the girl as he waited for her response.
I WANT TO TAKE THE EARS OFF. BUT I CAN'T, IT'S MY CURSE.
I'll let nightwing post before I do! ^-^
Clarence unhappily glanced at the clothing selections and then his own attire. He stood in the corner, opting out of changing. He didn't feel out of place, so he saw no need to change. He made eye contact with the worker, who was either the owner or just a clerk. Clarence narrowed his eyes at the man, who quickly averted his gaze, Glancing back outside the shop, he looked at the windows keeping the water out. He felt uneasy, like he was expecting everything to give from pressure. He smirked at Leroy's choice of clothing. "Nice coat." He called out to the man who had been his enemy not 2 hours ago. He still felt out of place with this group, but that was to be expected as he had just met them. The tension and unease between them would either get better, or it wouldn't. No sense worrying about what was out of his control.
Is this still accepting? If so, I would be interested!
My post will be up in a bit! I've gotta finish my last class! Would Clarence have to change clothes, if so, what kind of clothes are in "style"?

EDIT: I found a gif of what Clarence would look like if he started to over splice:
Luke rolled his eyes and muttered, "What's her problem?" He listened to the things he would be needing and headed off to his room. He pulled out a small, worn backpack and began to stuff the contents inside. The clothes were the easy part, but deciding what else to take along made him sick at his stomach. He wasn't one to make decisions, one of his biggest weaknesses. Why did they pick me for this? Luke wondered silently. He didn't see his talents as anything special, just a way of making simple tasks easier. He tossed the puppet onto his dresser, next to the pair of socks. As he shut his eyes, the puppet came to life quickly grabbing the socks and heaving them across the room to Luke. As they flew threw the air the doll fell inanimate, and Luke awoke. Catching the socks, he smirked, feeling proud of himself. He continued packing, double-checking the objects he had already collected, including the small puppet, to make sure that he had everything he would need or want.
We're screwed.
Yay! :D
;~; Want me to find some people?
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