Thread: The 100: Will they survive? (Sketchyequine x randomname98766789)

Clarke watched her surroundings as they passed. It would be important for them to find their way back when they were finished with this journey. The trail was the most beautiful thing Clarke had ever seen. Those greens and browns far surpassed anything she had ever seen in the photographs growing up. The scenery was amazing to the eye, and Clarke truly wished she could paint it and show it to everyone on the Ark. No one deserved to live a life without experiencing this kind of beauty. Perhaps the conditions on the Ark are what made Clarke to grateful. Of there the prettiest site was looking down at earth. Everything else was shades of grey. They had grown up in an essentially monochromatic world. It was only now that they could truly see, and only 100 criminals were able to see it even now. All of her thoughts had almost made her miss what the man was saying. She looked up at him just as he finished pronouncing his name. Finn. A name that rolled off the tongue with ease. Clarke liked that name. A handsome name to match a handsome face. Not to mention it seemed as though Clarke was alone in all this besides Finn. He barely knew her and yet he still chose her as his ally. That was admirable. Hello, Finn. She spoke simply before listening on to hear him compliment her art. The woman couldn't suppress her smile after that. The art room used to be my favorite place on the Ark. while I was there, I never had to impress anyone. I could just create anything I wanted to create. Luckily when I got locked up my mom had me brought some graphite from the art room whenever I needed more. The walls of my room were covered in my drawings. Everything from waterfalls to a larger than life labia. She smirked a little at the irony and looked back up at Finn for a split second. Whoever gets saddled with that cell next will have plenty to look at. She added, half heartedly. Clarke carefully stepped over a fallen log, her fingertips brushing over the petals of a tall, purple flower. The flower felt so soft and delicate, yet it was one of the most beautiful things on their path. The trail was rough from years of no bipedal use. After all... it'd been a hundred years since any humans had walked this land. There was dense undergrowth and decaying logs everywhere the eye could see, but no animals. No sign of human life. Perhaps the radiation was still too strong to support life. Perhaps they would all be dead soon anyway, so this trek was pointless. However, Clarke felt fine. She was optimistic, even. They hadn't been killed instantly and there was no sign of anyone being poisoned. Maybe, just maybe, the earth was survivable. What got you put away, Finn? I don't know your face or your name, and I'm pretty sure I would remember them if I had, meaning it was not a horrific crime. Rations perhaps? She asked him calmly, her eyes carefully tracking her every step to avoid falling and hurting herself by misstepping. A broken ankle was the last thing she needed right now. That's when she realized she was almost flirting with the man. Damnit, Clarke. Keep it together. You can't get distracted by the first good looking guy you come across. You need to live so that everyone else on the Ark can live.