This is not the blonde you know....

[hey35andholding]

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.]

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[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

Michael's decided he's having nothing to do with the whole end of the world business and has resigned himself to watching the chaos. He's still pretty new to the Milliways experience, but he's mostly sure that after all the shaking and weirdness and stuff falling apart everything'll be just fine. Sort of like a hurricane; everyone will eventually bounce back.

As it is, he's got nothing better to be doing - as far as he knows, everyone he knows of there has fled for safety. He's riding this one out, at least for one last round at the end of the bar by himself.

When the blonde wanders in he takes one look at her and can't shake the thought that there's something off about her.

[hey35andholding]

Clementine pops her gum as she waits for service - any sort of service. Getting none, she smacks the bar and yells "YO" a couple of times at the top of her lungs - this just nets her a polka-dot striped piece of cake. She blinks at it and sits down, poking it with a fork into several small, neat chunks and starts eating it.

It takes her a minute to realize she's being stared at by an older dude in a buzz cut. Hmph. She gives him an insolent look. And pops her gum in his direction.

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

He's used to insolent - especially from teenage girls that are undoubtedly jail bait.

Frowning slightly, he slides down a couple stools and asks; "Where're you from? I swear I know you from somewhere."

[hey35andholding]

Yep, jailbait. But she's used to older guys staring at her. She recognizes his tone as being one of authoritarian presence, not an attempted pick-up, and effects a sneer.

She shrugs. "I'm from a lot of places," she declares, because it sounded good in the last movie she saw.

He might recognize, deep down, that haunted, blank look of an abuse, buried in her determined glint.

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

"Of course you are," his look softens and he removes his sunglasses, folding them on the malfunctioning bar. Noticing the obvious affectation, he taps his nearly empty bottle on the bar - managing to muster up two more.

"The end of the universe isn't the sort of place you should be hanging out," he twists the cap off one brown bottle and passes it to her; "beer?"

So... he's not taking the end so well.

[hey35andholding]

She blows a hank of hair out of her eyes, her look still insolent - at least until she sees the beer. "You guys are way too into this theme," she complains. But she takes the beer and sips from it.

[luvs-yogurt.livejournal.com]

He chuckles under his breath and shakes his head, picking at the corner of the label on his bottle. "It's usually not quite this exciting... you just happened to show up in the middle of an apocalypse."

He shrugs easily enough, taking a long drink; "I'm sure it'll be back to normal soon. Probably."

[hey35andholding]

That earns him the brattiest glare she can muster up. "You act like this isn't your first apocalypse."

[starrydome]

To a Firstborn, Mortals age so quickly it sometimes seems as if the change with the blink of an eye.

In Milliways, they even shift direction from time to time.

So Elrond notices the girl, is fairly certain he recognizes her, and makes his way to the Bar. He won't act as if he knows her, as his past is her present - and you shouldn't try and change the flow of time.

Elf-lord. Tall, regal, a little more tense-jawed because of the whole - thing - than he'd usually be.

[hey35andholding]

Clementine has managed to unliberate a beer from Bar's cooler; she's sitting on top of it, enjoying the transparent glow of her toes. Weirdest trip she's ever had.

Then she sees this...dude? Damn.

"What's up, Spock?"

[starrydome]

"I beg your pardon?"

Polite to a fault, with just a hint of something far more exotic than Great Britain to his voice.

His eyes are bright and almost luminescent.

[hey35andholding]

She points the lip of her beer bottle at him. "You. Pointy-ears. Alf." She adds. He's looking at her like he's going to remember the moment, and she has absolutely no clue why. "Whatcha looking at?"

[starrydome]

"Not alf. Elf," he corrects. And then, a little bevildered by her question - "You. We are talking so I am looking at you."

[hey35andholding]

She shrugs. "Makes sense." She sips her beer. "What's your name?"

[starrydome]

"My name is Elrond. Elrond Half-elven." The smallest pause. "What is your name?"

[hey35andholding]

She shrugs, considers giving him half a dozen names before settling on the real one. "Clementine."

[starrydome]

So young.

"I am very pleased to meet you, Clementine," he says, adding a small, yet courtly, half-bow.

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

Sam then looks over at her and then looks at her and whistles.

*Prods notifs!* Why did I not get this hours ago?

[hey35andholding]

The first thing that catches Clementine's eye is the suit. Who the hell dresses like that? Just...urgh. But he has nice eyes.

She leans against the bar and tries to toss him a come-hither look, snapping her gum.

Re: *Prods notifs!* Why did I not get this hours ago?

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

He walks over and then touches her hand and smiles.

"Hello there."

[hey35andholding]

...Yeah, strange guy touching her hand isn't on yet. She pulls away and squints at him. "Do I know you?"

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

"Not, yet but I think given time you will."

He smirks at her.

[hey35andholding]

Up goes her eyebrow. "Why should I?"

[hoochedseal.livejournal.com]

"Because we have forever and we're in a bar and it looks like the world could end anytime."

[hey35andholding]

Clementine takes a long look at the doominess surrounding them. "You waiters really get into this whole themed restaurant stuff, don't you? Look, honey, get me a scotch and a beer."