annd an exit post
Clementine has been skulking around Milliways for a few days since this happened. It takes her a week of moping about for her wits to recover, and for her to remember that Jones' funeral still has to take place, if she's a wreck or not.
She's been squeezed dry, between that fact and the knowledge that what she had with Sam was no only an utter falsehood but a damaging one. And she can't believe the man who called her a bitch could have spent so many months treating her like a princess.
She leaves a simple notice on the board, letting everyone know she'll be gone for the funeral. But Clementine bounces back as if it were her second job - she'll be back, somehow.
After locking up room #35 (something she does hastily; every inch of the place reminds her of Sam), she comes downstairs to her door and takes a long look around the main bar, then heaves a sigh and pulls up the collar on her leather jacket. It was time to grow up and do what she had to do.
[OOC: Open for any reactions, but our girl's gone.]
She's been squeezed dry, between that fact and the knowledge that what she had with Sam was no only an utter falsehood but a damaging one. And she can't believe the man who called her a bitch could have spent so many months treating her like a princess.
She leaves a simple notice on the board, letting everyone know she'll be gone for the funeral. But Clementine bounces back as if it were her second job - she'll be back, somehow.
After locking up room #35 (something she does hastily; every inch of the place reminds her of Sam), she comes downstairs to her door and takes a long look around the main bar, then heaves a sigh and pulls up the collar on her leather jacket. It was time to grow up and do what she had to do.
[OOC: Open for any reactions, but our girl's gone.]