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Survival (The Carrier)
(what's her name? An easier name than the code one she has)
Jul 30th 2019 18:58
Survival (The Carrier)
Clary hesitated but eventually she took his hand and stood up. Soul was scary when he yelled. But he wasn't yelling right now. She still wanted to be able to trust him at least a bit, so she accepted his help and then turned and held a hand out to Lucy as well, despite knowing the little girl couldn't take it.
Clarissa offered Lucy a warm smile, her brown eyes holding a gentle almost motherly warmth, "Come on darling," she said softly, "let's get Ophellia and go play downstairs okay?" She said and waited for the child, not yet going with soul.
She had never really gotten to be close to other ever since her brother was taken away. . . And when she heard the muffled, begging of the male in the broken cell it made her pause. She didn't know why. But the voice was familiar. He sounded afraid . . . Clarissa let go of soul's hand and moved to be in front of the broken glass wall. She stumbled slightly but managed to walk alright. Putting her hand to the glass where his was she looked back at soul, "Can we help him?" Though it meant little to her since she couldn't read the clipboard on the cell door said that subject 002 was not infected. He was one of few such subjects in the facility. And the last non infected subject alive.
Jul 30th 2019 16:28
Survival (The Carrier)
Her only response was to nod. She didn't look up at him or let go of Lucy. She was afraid that if she looked at him he'd get mad again. Sometimes when the white coats get mad they would hurt her. . . She took another deep breath and reached up, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear and whispered a quiet apology, promise ng that she would be good and do what he wanted from now on.
"I'm sorry Mr. Soul. I won't talk to the uh. . . cyborg anymore." She said in a submissive, berated tone. Clarissa almost defended herself and said that Lucy could have been killed. She almost said that she had at least done something while he'd fretted over other things. She almost told him he should have been paying more attention if the robot was so dangerous. But she didn't. Clarissa kept her mouth shut, the unspoken words like venom on her tongue. But she remained quiet. At least until she glanced up and saw the male in the cell behind soul was clawing at the glass, breaking it away but by bit. "Mr. Soul. . ." She said fearfully. "We should leave this place. . ."
Jul 30th 2019 13:36