Carolina doesn't object. She knows how important space can be and is no stranger to demanding it herself; 'leave me alone' a common, often strained exhalation she'd wield at York's throat. Sometimes all it took was a look. She slept a little better, those nights.
Falling back onto her shins, she gets to work. Rips the flimsy gloves from her hands first so that she can dig her nails under the little plastic notches keeping the thing together. CT curses. Makes a valiant attempt to stifle her crying into something more akin to involuntary straining. A physical response as opposed an upheaval of emotion. It might have worked on someone, but not her.
"Is this—" her nail scrabbles against a plastic notch, "—Is this what you people get up to every month?—"
It doesn't unlatch.
Unbelievable.
Useless.
She can't run fast enough. Can't fight efficiently enough. Can't save her teammate— her one job as an Officer and now she can't even fit her nail under a little plastic flap. She'll be stuck in this godawful costume forever. Proof of her inadequacy, like an animal with its head stuck in a jar.
Rage spill out from every pore, through every fiber in every muscle and in one swift motion Carolina slams the heel of her hand against her side. Her costume armor cracks.
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Carolina doesn't object. She knows how important space can be and is no stranger to demanding it herself; 'leave me alone' a common, often strained exhalation she'd wield at York's throat. Sometimes all it took was a look. She slept a little better, those nights.
Falling back onto her shins, she gets to work. Rips the flimsy gloves from her hands first so that she can dig her nails under the little plastic notches keeping the thing together. CT curses. Makes a valiant attempt to stifle her crying into something more akin to involuntary straining. A physical response as opposed an upheaval of emotion. It might have worked on someone, but not her.
"Is this—" her nail scrabbles against a plastic notch, "—Is this what you people get up to every month?—"
It doesn't unlatch.
Unbelievable.
Useless.
She can't run fast enough. Can't fight efficiently enough. Can't save her teammate— her one job as an Officer and now she can't even fit her nail under a little plastic flap. She'll be stuck in this godawful costume forever. Proof of her inadequacy, like an animal with its head stuck in a jar.
Rage spill out from every pore, through every fiber in every muscle and in one swift motion Carolina slams the heel of her hand against her side. Her costume armor cracks.