"Used to bench 205 back home," she adds casually, and inwardly delights in being able to tell somebody who will actually understand what that means and be impressed by it. Squinting up at her, she jumps a little, grabs Clarisse's hand. Her own eyes widen as Clarisse does exactly that. Pulls her right up, until she's got a good purchase on the window, and can pull herself inside.
And she's not even built, or anything. She can just do that.
"Show off yourself," she breathes, wiping her palms on her pants, and coughing into her fist as the dust settles, waving it away, "Eugh."
It's smelly in here. A familiar kind of stink, the forgotten, abandoned, deep dust kind. That's good, she'll take it a thousand times over dead body smell.
Speaking of. "Woah," she says, hand lingering over her mouth and nose (just in case) as she approaches the skeleton in the chair. Completely decomposed, its been here for years. Difficult to tell what killed him. Without any hesitancy, she reaches out, and takes his gun right out of his hands.
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And she's not even built, or anything. She can just do that.
"Show off yourself," she breathes, wiping her palms on her pants, and coughing into her fist as the dust settles, waving it away, "Eugh."
It's smelly in here. A familiar kind of stink, the forgotten, abandoned, deep dust kind. That's good, she'll take it a thousand times over dead body smell.
Speaking of. "Woah," she says, hand lingering over her mouth and nose (just in case) as she approaches the skeleton in the chair. Completely decomposed, its been here for years. Difficult to tell what killed him. Without any hesitancy, she reaches out, and takes his gun right out of his hands.