( with the sixteen and seventeen year old girls slumped in graceless, unconscious puddles on the floor, abby probably takes a second to breathe. bitterly says something to the effect of — they'll need people who can fight like that on the ground, survival is no joke — in reference to rita, before cradling clarke's head to her chest and pressing a kiss into her hairline. then she'll carefully stand, press a hand to the aching side of her cheek and dismiss the guards to carry them towards the dropship.
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clarke and rita come to in what is essentially a steel can hurtling through space with inaccurate landing coordinates and 101 (actually 102) souls aboard. they're strapped into a series of jump-seats with bright red safety harnesses, and several other delinquents have already woken up and started chattering; even more are awake and paralyzed with fear, a sour sort of silence reigns supreme here. the hull rattles intermittently, and the first thing clarke notices is the biting pain of the prongs on her vitals bracelet cutting into her wrist.
second thing is the sensation of a head thunking against her shoulder. they're sandwiched in close quarters, this really shouldn't come as a surprise. but when clarke looks sidelong and memories of the skybox hallway flood back like a tidal wave, her mouth curls.
then when rita insults her mom, and — ) Don't talk about her like that. Just who the hell do you think you are?
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clarke and rita come to in what is essentially a steel can hurtling through space with inaccurate landing coordinates and 101 (actually 102) souls aboard. they're strapped into a series of jump-seats with bright red safety harnesses, and several other delinquents have already woken up and started chattering; even more are awake and paralyzed with fear, a sour sort of silence reigns supreme here. the hull rattles intermittently, and the first thing clarke notices is the biting pain of the prongs on her vitals bracelet cutting into her wrist.
second thing is the sensation of a head thunking against her shoulder. they're sandwiched in close quarters, this really shouldn't come as a surprise. but when clarke looks sidelong and memories of the skybox hallway flood back like a tidal wave, her mouth curls.
then when rita insults her mom, and — ) Don't talk about her like that. Just who the hell do you think you are?