Ground: Day One. WHO: Clarke Griffin WHAT: Arrival/Narrative WHEN: N/A - Clarke has no idea. WHERE: Skull Rock WARNINGS?: There's a BW gif of radioactive Clarke.
The end looked just like what Clarke expected. A chaotic, destructive force that had a beauty that only the unnatural and deadliest of things possessed. It made her want to draw it. All the roiling waves of orange and the singed black of all that lay in the path of Praimfaya. Soon that would be her. My fight is over. The words in English had felt right moments ago but now it was heavy on her tongue. It did not feel like the last thing she should say on this planet. At least not in the language of her people. This was not her land. This was, however, her peoples doing.
"Yu gonplei ste odon." The words slipped out like the black blood that dripped from her lips. Lesions bubbling across her skin as the impossible blue of her eyes started to change; the left now icy and pupil-less. Yet she did not die. "What..?" Her voice broke now, the realization hitting her as she stared at the droplets beneath where her head had fallen. "No." Then the world went black--and death still did not come.
Clarke hissed as stinging droplets hit her face. It was the only thing that hurt. Nothing's hurting. I should be hurting. Was she wrong? Did she presume too much when her bodied burned only seconds before but now felt only cold? Cold and wet. What's that smell?
Inhaling sharply she sat up, for the first time realizing she was not only on her back in her radiation suit but also that she could hear a crashing sound. Only it wasn't the sound of Becca's lab collapsing around her. Blinking into the grey mist Clarke put a hand up to block the ocean spray. "Ocean? Sea?" There was a difference between the two but it was irrelevant right now. "What the hell..."
Reaching up to touch her face she felt the stickiness of blood, still fresh from when she'd puked it up. Pulling her hand back it was stained with it. Thich and black, like an ichor. "Okay, Hell would be me on a rock. Karmic payback." Struggling to her knees she started to yank off the suit, leaving her in what had become the almost trademarked by Clarke blue-black top and equally as old but sturdy pants that had survived far too long in her world. It was a sense of comfort in an otherwise uncomfortably foreign situation. There was something just a little off though…
Attention had landed on the duffel bag that lay at her feet. Looking around she inched towards it, opening it with much less hesitancy than usual. Clarke honestly had nothing to lose so whatever was in it couldn't make her life any worse. However, it could make it better.
"A survival bag?"
Sitting back on the heels of her feet she began pulling the items out. Staring at a few familiar things; a black moto jacket and her equipped utility belt. Nothing extravagant about it, just her dagger and a pocket for a small notepad. A little odds and ends to keep the previous two things useful. "So I'm not dead. Or I'm in an even crappier City of Light." Sighing she slipped the jacket on, then sighed again at the comfort that washed over her. "Good deal."
What's that...?
Examining the black electronic device she turned it over, then back again. "Well, I hope you're helpful." Pressing a button it lit up. It was computer-like. Okay, something she could navigate. "Network?" It was a file, not a connection. Tapping it Clarke tilted her head as a list of posts popped up on the screen. One dated just a few minutes before the time on the device itself. "...Live feed?" Her heart rate spiked as she began to start typing into the entry box.