Post by Clarke Crawford on Jul 24, 2014 21:17:46 GMT -6
(takes place after the camping trip)
Clarke felt like crying...or punching something. Probably both. She sat on a bench in the courtyard, her knees pulled up to her chest as the rain fell in a steady drizzle above her head. The rain was cold and annoying, but she didn't feel like going inside. She couldn't go inside really; not without feeling like she was being trapped inside a box.
She rested her chin ontop of her knees, her damp, blonde locks sticking to her face as she looked around the somewhat vacant courtyard. Her steely green eyes started to droop closed but she snapped them open. Falling asleep on a bench in the rain definitely wouldn't improve her mood, but she was so tired. She hadn't even done anything all day and she still felt like sleeping for an eternity. Maybe it was the rain making her feel that way. Could rain make you tired? In her case it probably could; she still hadn't figured out that whole 'weather screwing with her emotions' thing yet.
On a normal day, she wouldn't be feeling this way. She'd probably be smiling, drinking some coffee (since it was rare to see her without it) and drawing something useless in her sketchbook. But no. It was raining. She didn't even mind the rain most of the time, but this just happened to be one of the moments where the weather decided to screw with her head. Her mood was too sour for her to make it sunny. If she could make the rain go away, she would've done it by now.
Turning her focus back to the students milling around the yard, she couldn't help but grin a little as one of them slipped on some of the wet grass. Of course other people's bad fortune would cheer her up a bit. It wasn't because she was a spiteful person necessarily, it was just amusing and amusement was gladly welcomed at the moment.
Clarke felt like crying...or punching something. Probably both. She sat on a bench in the courtyard, her knees pulled up to her chest as the rain fell in a steady drizzle above her head. The rain was cold and annoying, but she didn't feel like going inside. She couldn't go inside really; not without feeling like she was being trapped inside a box.
She rested her chin ontop of her knees, her damp, blonde locks sticking to her face as she looked around the somewhat vacant courtyard. Her steely green eyes started to droop closed but she snapped them open. Falling asleep on a bench in the rain definitely wouldn't improve her mood, but she was so tired. She hadn't even done anything all day and she still felt like sleeping for an eternity. Maybe it was the rain making her feel that way. Could rain make you tired? In her case it probably could; she still hadn't figured out that whole 'weather screwing with her emotions' thing yet.
On a normal day, she wouldn't be feeling this way. She'd probably be smiling, drinking some coffee (since it was rare to see her without it) and drawing something useless in her sketchbook. But no. It was raining. She didn't even mind the rain most of the time, but this just happened to be one of the moments where the weather decided to screw with her head. Her mood was too sour for her to make it sunny. If she could make the rain go away, she would've done it by now.
Turning her focus back to the students milling around the yard, she couldn't help but grin a little as one of them slipped on some of the wet grass. Of course other people's bad fortune would cheer her up a bit. It wasn't because she was a spiteful person necessarily, it was just amusing and amusement was gladly welcomed at the moment.