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august 12, molly
Aug. 12th, 2016 04:49 pmRaven had gone to work that morning to find Church gone, and the garage trying to work out how to function without him. Raven's heard of people just up and disappearing but she hadn't had it happen to anyone she knows yet, and it's left her feeling a little blindsided. She'd done her job because Raven is good at compartmentalising, putting the bad things away to deal with later, or never. It's the only way they could survive on the Ground, by pretending that the bad things weren't all happening at once, pretending that she could deal with one problem at a time and be okay. She puts missing people in a box and decides that it's something she'll deal with later.
As soon as her shift is finished she goes to Clarke and Bellamy's place. It's irrational; she knows they're still here, both of them, because she'd texted both of them during the day. She knows they're fine, but she still goes straight to the apartment anyway, needing to see them to make sure. They've all lost so many people back home, she doesn't think she could stand it if she lost them here.
When she gets out of the cab and knocks, nobody answers, but Clarke gave her a spare key, so Raven lets herself in anyway. She'll sit and wait until they get home, and maybe she'll even have coffee ready for them as an apology for her minor freak-out. She busies herself in the kitchen, setting a pot on and leaning against the counter while she waits. Raven closes her eyes, tips her head back against the cupboards and breathes slowly. This is Darrow, not the Ground. No one is going to take them away in their beds, not Grounders or Mountain Men or anyone. This city can apparently make people disappear at will, and that's not something she's thrilled about, but she's determined that it's not going to happen to her people.
A knock on the door startles her out of her own head and she leaves the coffee machine to head back to the font door. If it were Clarke or Bellamy they wouldn't bother knocking, obviously, but she should probably see who it is anyway.
As soon as her shift is finished she goes to Clarke and Bellamy's place. It's irrational; she knows they're still here, both of them, because she'd texted both of them during the day. She knows they're fine, but she still goes straight to the apartment anyway, needing to see them to make sure. They've all lost so many people back home, she doesn't think she could stand it if she lost them here.
When she gets out of the cab and knocks, nobody answers, but Clarke gave her a spare key, so Raven lets herself in anyway. She'll sit and wait until they get home, and maybe she'll even have coffee ready for them as an apology for her minor freak-out. She busies herself in the kitchen, setting a pot on and leaning against the counter while she waits. Raven closes her eyes, tips her head back against the cupboards and breathes slowly. This is Darrow, not the Ground. No one is going to take them away in their beds, not Grounders or Mountain Men or anyone. This city can apparently make people disappear at will, and that's not something she's thrilled about, but she's determined that it's not going to happen to her people.
A knock on the door startles her out of her own head and she leaves the coffee machine to head back to the font door. If it were Clarke or Bellamy they wouldn't bother knocking, obviously, but she should probably see who it is anyway.
