i am become death.

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Fri, 03 May 2024 18:36:05 GMT

i. welcome to the panic room ( entrance )

( she tries to take comfort in the fact they'd at least been given time to prepare, but at the end of the day — and at the end of however many days they may prove to be stuck in this place — clarke has to perpetually wonder: will it ever be enough?

she'll arrive just outside the labyrinth early on the appointed day, dressed in a fresh pair of black cargo pants, a layering of a thick black sweatshirt with the tiniest sliver of a hi-vi green shirt peeking out over the collar, and the most water resistant jacket she could find with as many zippers and cinches as could added to a piece of clothing. every pocket on her person seems to be full to the point of heavy, just like the two backpacks that she has, each slung over a shoulder. and her face is set in a grim line of resigned determination that might look a bit like fear depending on what angle the light catches on the edges of her lips. clarke shows up alongside rita mordio and natsuno yuuki, but as more people begin to gather she can be seen constantly looking around — making note of familiar faces, tallying their total number to see how it compares with the number at the end, appraising others preparedness, openly searching for someone...

and as time ticks by to the point of no return, as she gets antsy and the first pinpricks of nervous sweat begin to accumulate in the baby hairs at the back of her neck, finally drops the packs and crouches to do one final check of her supplies. there's food, water bottles, baby wipes, homemade first aid kits that contain everything from band-aids to morphine, little shooters of vodka from the kwik trip, rolled up pairs of socks, fire starters, more food, a bag or two of skittles, spare steak knives with their serrated edges wrapped in a towel and taped securely so she won't cut herself on accident. there's a knife on her belt, and the very edges of a braided bracelet peeking out from beneath the cuff of her jacket too. it's just...

it's never enough. but at least her hands don't shake when she grips the hilt of the knife and pulls it out to inspect the sharpness. )

ii. maintenance required ( companion bot )

( prepared for war as she is, the sight that greets clarke when she manages to get through to the gardens is so wildly out of left field that it almost throws her completely off her game. that sure is a companion bot there, that sure is a whole lot of red splattered across and dripping down it, and it sure is begging like a poorly tuned music box. but this tableau of horror is so ridiculous it crosses the line and plants itself firmly in the realm of comedy. and, like, really? the ominous size of the maze, all the monsters that could be lurking within, all the peril it could promise and — she's really expected to pause right here and play nursemaid to a robot?

did echo run out of ideas? or was this a soft pitch, because this strikes as the most obvious and in your face morality test she's ever seen. there's still the temptation to turn around and exit the garden, surely someone else would come along and help, or put the poor creature out of it's play acted suffering. be it find the exit of this godforsaken place or seek out her friends, clarke has better things to do than this. and yet... in a way, the way the thing is modulating its voice-box to cry for help sure does still manage to sound a lot like an actual person begging over a radio frequency...

...goddammit.

clarke huffs out hard through her teeth, all but stomps over to the felled companion to drop to her knees in the grass. and with complete and utter dispassion; )

Yeah, okay. Okay. Roll onto your back. Where are you "hit"?

iii. water based pun about las vegas ( wildcard )

( ooc: neither of these strike your fancy? feel free to hit me with your wildest dreams, or hmu via plurk or over on my ooc plotting post!

closed starters will be posted below! )

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( i am the war child they raised me )

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( direct messages | group messages | action )

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( something )

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Tue, 16 Jan 2024 05:09:25 GMT

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Fri, 10 Mar 2023 03:21:53 GMT

i tried ( clarke memshare )

Who: clarke griffin & your poor unfortunate soul
What: memories, all alone in the moonlight
When: all of march
Where: wherever you least expect a rift in reality to open up. also space, mount weather, earth...
Warnings: general warnings for blood, violence, murder attempted or completed, genocide, maybe even gross body farming. specific prompts will have their individual warnings listed in the body of this post and any additional ones will be noted in subject headers.

( i tried to be the good guy )

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Fri, 20 Jan 2023 05:50:57 GMT

( just this once i'll be the good guy )

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( i got racks on racks on racks )

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Fri, 22 Apr 2022 01:20:15 GMT

( the )

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Wed, 02 Mar 2022 03:50:24 GMT

( shiptalk | direct messages | group messages | action )

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( tracking )

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( because all the kids are depressed )

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Thu, 06 Jun 2019 04:53:42 GMT

( i am DONE, do you hear me? )

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Mon, 27 Nov 2017 05:53:42 GMT

( tracking )

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Sat, 25 Nov 2017 05:10:54 GMT

( text | calls | voicemail | action )

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Sat, 25 Nov 2017 05:06:44 GMT

( i do this thing called what i want )

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( i'm alive but only ironically )

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Sat, 29 Jul 2017 10:43:59 GMT

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mental link @ s72

Sun, 09 Jul 2017 07:45:56 GMT

MY PEOPLE. "May we meet again."	WANHEDA. "I am become Death."
CHOICES. "I tried. I tried to be the good guy."	GUILT. "Now I get to live with it."

( CODE BY WHAMBAM )

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Sun, 09 Jul 2017 05:23:32 GMT

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Tue, 30 May 2017 01:28:12 GMT

( i've tried running away from my pain. it doesn't work. )

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Tue, 09 May 2017 05:24:00 GMT

tba

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