( she realizes pretty quickly that this is useless. the stories of rita and yuri assault included an unprecedented amount of damage doled out by magic, and two teenagers with guns doesn't measure up. even with on being a blood soaked, vicious, feral creature — and the other being a vampire.
but the frustration of failure understood spurns her on regardless. it's a good three more minutes of clarke alternating screaming at the wall, and beating the door with closed fists. it's all done measure of insult or challenge — all goading, and all flirting with the edge of the breakdown she's been staying off since waking up from death. but eventually she loses steam.
the pounding loses gusto. the accusations become repetitive barbs about cowardice. and eventually, when both hands and one leg ache from fruitless attempts at clawing her way through the bridge bulkhead, clarke eventually stands still. shoulders squared, breathing heavily.
the pleasant escape of being absolutely drunk off her ass is undercut by a cold brewer fury, and she's not having fun anymore. it's not cathartic, it's just sad. )
...okay. ( with no sign of progress, she'd done. taking a step back, looking at natsuno, and thankfully still too consumed in anger to feel a shred of embarrassment. )
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but the frustration of failure understood spurns her on regardless. it's a good three more minutes of clarke alternating screaming at the wall, and beating the door with closed fists. it's all done measure of insult or challenge — all goading, and all flirting with the edge of the breakdown she's been staying off since waking up from death. but eventually she loses steam.
the pounding loses gusto. the accusations become repetitive barbs about cowardice. and eventually, when both hands and one leg ache from fruitless attempts at clawing her way through the bridge bulkhead, clarke eventually stands still. shoulders squared, breathing heavily.
the pleasant escape of being absolutely drunk off her ass is undercut by a cold brewer fury, and she's not having fun anymore. it's not cathartic, it's just sad. )
...okay. ( with no sign of progress, she'd done. taking a step back, looking at natsuno, and thankfully still too consumed in anger to feel a shred of embarrassment. )
Now I'm tired.