Feb 19, 2012 17:16
Most teenagers would be freaked out upon stepping through her doorway, only to be greeted by the end of the world.
This is no ordinary sixteen-year-old (not that her license will admit she's that young - it says eighteen, and it's a lie she's sticking to). This is a teenage, fresh off her third shift at Ballys of Branson's Stardust Review, still wearing the glitter of her nightclub job. Even at that, she's wearing far too much makeup, a tee shirt with neon-colored flowers, and jeans with patent leather heels.
She pauses as s lowers her sunglasses and glares at the bizarre surroundings, barely taking notice of her suddenly-transparent feet.
"Damn. These bars just get more and more gimmicky," she mutters, strolling toward the bar. Catch her if you dare.
[OOC: Courtesy of the Alpocalypse, have a teenaged Clementine! If you know her adult form she, quite obviously, won't know you. No matter what happens, she's going to think that this is the result of a bad batch of weed, so have fun horrifying her! Mun is vaguely about for an hour, then slows are love.]
clementine johnson,
elrond,
michael westen