but first, she takes maya vie hostage with a piece of broken safety glass. rips her hazmat suit hood off and puts the fear of god in the other girl before dragging her down the hall, bleeding freely from the sizeable gash down the length of her forearm. they end up in the middle of a crowded dining hall, with the inhabitants shouting and alarm bells screaming. where the hell am i? clarke manages to ask before being overwhelmed and taken into custody again. the backdrop looks different this time, still a medical suite and this time she's strapped to the bed.
her wound is bandaged. she meets the president of mount weather. maya waives the right to press charges for the assault. clarke changes into clean clothes and breaks the heel off a stilleto, stashing it in her sleeve. dante wallace walks her through the pump room beneath the mount weather dam, puts her on an elevator, then calls her out and asks for the second makeshift weapon. assures her she's no longer fighting for her life, to which clarke nods. she wants to believe; mount weather has always been the plan, it was supposed to be safe even if the original idea had been finding it uninhabited. but the tense set to her jaw doesn't let up until the elevator dings open again and she sees them.
48 (49?) of her people are crowded in a room, receiving an orientation on the finer points of this mountain bunker. one, then two, then three, then almost every person turns upon her arrival and the instructional meeting is upended in favor of the biggest group hug moment. really it's mostly monty and jasper flooding her way, and clarke can't keep the hardcore mask in place when being embraced by her friends. suspicion breaks in the face of relief.
finn and bellamy?
clarke... they didn't make it.
we don't know that.
and that high last for about an hour. and the newest face among them goes mostly unnoticed.
orientation resumes, and then they're fed. and that "mostly" is stretched to the brink of its existence, because when clarke approaches the three boys at their table she looks first at monty, then jasper (who are standing and playfully fighting over a piece of chocolate cake) then directly into palamedes' eyes. and there's none of the usual gentle affection in that look, just something steely that's trying to masquerade as casual. )
Oh, hey Clarke! ( that's jasper, seemingly remembering he's under the scrutiny of the entire mount weather dining hall — dante wallace seated at the front table — and a little frazzled. )
Sit down and pretend you're happy to see me.
We are happy to see you, ( and then there's monty, sweet angel of a baby faced farm station boy. he also glances sidelong at their third companion and prompts — ) Right, Palamedes? ( — while lifting his plate to offer clarke a bite of cake. )
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but first, she takes maya vie hostage with a piece of broken safety glass. rips her hazmat suit hood off and puts the fear of god in the other girl before dragging her down the hall, bleeding freely from the sizeable gash down the length of her forearm. they end up in the middle of a crowded dining hall, with the inhabitants shouting and alarm bells screaming. where the hell am i? clarke manages to ask before being overwhelmed and taken into custody again. the backdrop looks different this time, still a medical suite and this time she's strapped to the bed.
her wound is bandaged. she meets the president of mount weather. maya waives the right to press charges for the assault. clarke changes into clean clothes and breaks the heel off a stilleto, stashing it in her sleeve. dante wallace walks her through the pump room beneath the mount weather dam, puts her on an elevator, then calls her out and asks for the second makeshift weapon. assures her she's no longer fighting for her life, to which clarke nods. she wants to believe; mount weather has always been the plan, it was supposed to be safe even if the original idea had been finding it uninhabited. but the tense set to her jaw doesn't let up until the elevator dings open again and she sees them.
48 (49?) of her people are crowded in a room, receiving an orientation on the finer points of this mountain bunker. one, then two, then three, then almost every person turns upon her arrival and the instructional meeting is upended in favor of the biggest group hug moment. really it's mostly monty and jasper flooding her way, and clarke can't keep the hardcore mask in place when being embraced by her friends. suspicion breaks in the face of relief.
finn and bellamy?
clarke... they didn't make it.
we don't know that.
and that high last for about an hour. and the newest face among them goes mostly unnoticed.
orientation resumes, and then they're fed. and that "mostly" is stretched to the brink of its existence, because when clarke approaches the three boys at their table she looks first at monty, then jasper (who are standing and playfully fighting over a piece of chocolate cake) then directly into palamedes' eyes. and there's none of the usual gentle affection in that look, just something steely that's trying to masquerade as casual. )
Oh, hey Clarke! ( that's jasper, seemingly remembering he's under the scrutiny of the entire mount weather dining hall — dante wallace seated at the front table — and a little frazzled. )
Sit down and pretend you're happy to see me.
We are happy to see you, ( and then there's monty, sweet angel of a baby faced farm station boy. he also glances sidelong at their third companion and prompts — ) Right, Palamedes? ( — while lifting his plate to offer clarke a bite of cake. )