( so wrapped up in interpersonal drama, the upheaval of waking up at sleep away camp when she'd honestly expected to be shoved into a gladiator pit, and fussed to high hell about the short shorts and pigtails — one of the last things clarke expects is to be waylaid by a veritable stranger. the population on board the serena eterna's been booming of late, there are officially more people than she can keep track of while also throwing herself headlong into a quest to kill the captain. but just by virtue of being another captive here — and a visibly anxious one at that — she stops in her tracks and immediately wants to help.
not unkindly, but the man before her looks a manic mess. the way he fists fingers in the fabric of his own camp shirt isn't anything unfamiliar, and clarke has to imagine his nails cutting crescent indentations into his palm through the fabric. if he has nails, that is, do his fingers go in his mouth for the purpose of gnawing? it's a classic anxiety response. the mile-a-minute monologue isn't lost on her either, and clarke blinks for a moment before raising a hand to try to cut in. )
Wh — like a brother?
( someone who looks like me? )
A twin brother?
( the accent bit will unfortunately be useless, 100 years after a nuclear deathwave and the only twangs around are apocalypse chic and grounder grunge. most of the time clarke sounds like the former — boringly north american, despite her ancestors hailing from twelve different nations. )
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not unkindly, but the man before her looks a manic mess. the way he fists fingers in the fabric of his own camp shirt isn't anything unfamiliar, and clarke has to imagine his nails cutting crescent indentations into his palm through the fabric. if he has nails, that is, do his fingers go in his mouth for the purpose of gnawing? it's a classic anxiety response. the mile-a-minute monologue isn't lost on her either, and clarke blinks for a moment before raising a hand to try to cut in. )
Wh — like a brother?
( someone who looks like me? )
A twin brother?
( the accent bit will unfortunately be useless, 100 years after a nuclear deathwave and the only twangs around are apocalypse chic and grounder grunge. most of the time clarke sounds like the former — boringly north american, despite her ancestors hailing from twelve different nations. )