( clarke's returned, pilfered metal pipe in hand, just in time to hear the click and subsequent jangling of the lock being taken off. she also hears the prideful gotcha sighed under pal's breath, and while she didn't see exactly what happened enough of this is sufficiently suspicious that she pauses. )
How did you...
( — and then thinks better of asking questions. at least right now. the gate of the cage swings open, and anya sags with it, as if leaning on the metal mesh link was all that was keeping her upright. clarke immediately reaches to grab the woman's arm, and sets her feet in preparation to haul her out, sling a bandaged and bleeding arm around her shoulder and figure the rest out from there.
but then comes... the familiar twirling sound of mechanics. the sound of the keycard lock to the laboratory door unlatching with high enough access credentials. and the heavy metal door itself beginning to heave open. she has two seconds to think, and no concrete thoughts form in that time, so it's all left to instinct. with one hand she shoves anya back into her cell, and with the other she finds the back of palamedes' neck, pushing him in after the grounder. there isn't enough room for all three of them — two is already pushing it — so with very little time to spare, clarke scrambles to the end of the cell block. crouches down immediately behind the last bottom level cage, trusting her shadow to be hidden by those of the captured grounder masses. her heart is hammering, and she puts a hand over her mouth in an effort to stifle the sound of her erratic breathing.
dr. lorelei tsing walks in alone. she is obviously unbothered by the stink of fearful humans, or the blood-let bodies still suspended from the ceiling. she crosses to a freezer and opens the small panel door to fetch a bag or two of blood. and around them all, the grounders come to life all over again — a heaving mass of humanity behind bars, groaning in anger, groaning like they're begging. frenzied, while half starved and heavily drugged.
and they must be louder than usual. or else there's something desperate and palpable in the air, because the good (horrid) doctor doesn't just leave. her attention is caught by those low animal noises, and she starts walking towards the lines of cages. )
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How did you...
( — and then thinks better of asking questions. at least right now. the gate of the cage swings open, and anya sags with it, as if leaning on the metal mesh link was all that was keeping her upright. clarke immediately reaches to grab the woman's arm, and sets her feet in preparation to haul her out, sling a bandaged and bleeding arm around her shoulder and figure the rest out from there.
but then comes... the familiar twirling sound of mechanics. the sound of the keycard lock to the laboratory door unlatching with high enough access credentials. and the heavy metal door itself beginning to heave open. she has two seconds to think, and no concrete thoughts form in that time, so it's all left to instinct. with one hand she shoves anya back into her cell, and with the other she finds the back of palamedes' neck, pushing him in after the grounder. there isn't enough room for all three of them — two is already pushing it — so with very little time to spare, clarke scrambles to the end of the cell block. crouches down immediately behind the last bottom level cage, trusting her shadow to be hidden by those of the captured grounder masses. her heart is hammering, and she puts a hand over her mouth in an effort to stifle the sound of her erratic breathing.
dr. lorelei tsing walks in alone. she is obviously unbothered by the stink of fearful humans, or the blood-let bodies still suspended from the ceiling. she crosses to a freezer and opens the small panel door to fetch a bag or two of blood. and around them all, the grounders come to life all over again — a heaving mass of humanity behind bars, groaning in anger, groaning like they're begging. frenzied, while half starved and heavily drugged.
and they must be louder than usual. or else there's something desperate and palpable in the air, because the good (horrid) doctor doesn't just leave. her attention is caught by those low animal noises, and she starts walking towards the lines of cages. )