Thread: RP: The 100: May We Meet Again: One-on-One with Horror_Show

Clarke let out loud course breaths as she felt his strong hands hold her shoulders, keeping her eye level even though he was taller. She could hear his thick voice trying to catch her attention and she nodded, over and over trying to control her breath. She was just breathing in and out of her mouth and her lungs were on fire from running. Not that she hadnt exercised on the ark but it had been ages ago, she had been cooped in a prison cell for a while. The air hurt going down her throat, she had run a small marathon through the forest. Im not fuckin counting. She snapped, not meaning to but it just came out as her rapid breathing continued. She was overwhelmed by her attack and his presence. She didnt even understand why he was here, where the others were, had she gotten that off course? He gave her an amused look, not even offended and that made her eyebrows widen. She calmed enough and he gave her a gorgeous breath taking smile. How was someone that damn handsome? She had never felt strong attraction towards anybody, always thinking that was some sort of flaw in human nature, growing up to be independent. He mentioned going back to camp and she nodded, wiping her mouth and combed her already messy hair back. She went on a tangent, wanting to get supplies and to continue their mission to the mountain. She was cut off by Blake trying to convince her that they could all have one night of freedom, to celebrate being back on the planet form which they came from. You know, I agree with you. We have to do everything you said. Not today. We have no idea how many hours we have until sunset. Everyone here has waited their entire lives to see Earth. Cant we just take one night to enjoy everything? Ive been gathering some wood. Others, too. We have food to cook. We can party. First time humans have been on earth in almost an entire century. That's one hell of an occasion. I know you like the sound of that, hm? She looked irritated and her eyes narrowed and she just kind of stood there, gawking. He laughed at her reaction and that perturbed her even more. Yeahwhatever you say, youre in charge. She mumbled walking away, shaking her head. He did seem to have the others already doing task together. He tried to give her some sort of independence, trying to make her feel like she was doing something but soon as he left she found Wells. He seemed just as annoyed. See youve met our new leader. hes a charmer. Wells said, he was looking at a map. She grabbed the map from him, and he knew better and just let her have it. She was sniffling from the after effects of her small attack. While the others prepped for the night, she studied the map, trying to figure out where they were and what natural resources and landmarks were around. She stay planted sitting on the ground, legs Indian style. As the sun was slowly starting to set, she saw Blake returning with the others. He was smiling, laughing as he approached the camp sight. Clarke found herself, openly just staring at him, like a kid would look if they were zoning out on a specific tile in the floor. He was talking to others but caught her, he licked his lips and eventually just winked. That made her snap out of it and she glared at him. She absurdly pulled her eyes, looking elsewhere, red in the face. Then as she pushed up from the ground, wiping her dirty hands on her cargo pants. She heard more cheering and then heard music? The hell.is that actual older music? It must have been ancient to when the humans lived on earth and was technology involved. How did they even get access to loud speakers? Did someone pull equipment off the drop ship and rig it. Then she saw a group of prisoners laughing, shouting out. Then from another corner she saw Octavia appear on a pile of logs singing while shaking her body provocatively , which got the attention of half the male population. The song was about getting drunk in a club. Then she caught others already drinking what looked like cheap beer. Why would they send alcohol down with them? Her mind was racing, overthinking everything. Everyone was chanting, cheering, most were gravitating toward the Blakes younger sister who was singing out loud on top of the blaring music. Who wanna get fucked up!!! Who wanna get fucked up Clarke avoided the mass of young prisoners and tried to stray away as far as she could. Blake was caught between trying to keep an eye on his sister whose own hormones and energy was on high levels and he noticed the blonde trying to leave the grounds. Dont any of you put a damn hand on her. He said before heading off in a light jog to catch up to Clarke.