Hands goaded on by unfounded strength shove Carolina clean out of the way. She hits the ground. The air flees her lungs and she's upright in the next beat (her and the ground are strangers to each other, and she'd like to keep it this way), trailing CT's path until an in presents itself.
The door.
If she could barricade the door—
Use her size to her advantage—
Cut the signal somehow.
There has to be a way through.
This utter lack of willpower doesn't suit Connecticut. She's always acted on her own indeterminable plans, avoiding the beaten path in favor of lesser traveled hallways and empty classrooms. Never afraid to bite back at the highest degree of order. What choices she's made are, Carolina assumes, the product of intense self-deliberation. Walls built. Doors locked. Secrets well kept, until they weren't.
Like a stone pillar she roots herself in front of the door, barring access to backstage.
no subject
Shit—
Hands goaded on by unfounded strength shove Carolina clean out of the way. She hits the ground. The air flees her lungs and she's upright in the next beat (her and the ground are strangers to each other, and she'd like to keep it this way), trailing CT's path until an in presents itself.
The door.
If she could barricade the door—
Use her size to her advantage—
Cut the signal somehow.
There has to be a way through.
This utter lack of willpower doesn't suit Connecticut. She's always acted on her own indeterminable plans, avoiding the beaten path in favor of lesser traveled hallways and empty classrooms. Never afraid to bite back at the highest degree of order. What choices she's made are, Carolina assumes, the product of intense self-deliberation. Walls built. Doors locked. Secrets well kept, until they weren't.
Like a stone pillar she roots herself in front of the door, barring access to backstage.
"Come on—"
Thin hope.