[ As she turns to face the voice, Clarisse yanks the hood off her head so that she can properly glare. A raindrop rolls down her face, and she blows it off the tip of her nose with irritation, hating that it ruins the intimidating vibe she's trying to send. ]
Do I look lost to you?
[ The girl watching her is pretty, beautiful even, and looks like she belongs here. It's not just the flannel she's wearing, it's like... all of her. Like she was made for cloudy days and forests, somehow. Clarisse lays off on kicking the door (nobody's answering, anyway) and resumes digging through her pockets. ]
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Do I look lost to you?
[ The girl watching her is pretty, beautiful even, and looks like she belongs here. It's not just the flannel she's wearing, it's like... all of her. Like she was made for cloudy days and forests, somehow. Clarisse lays off on kicking the door (nobody's answering, anyway) and resumes digging through her pockets. ]
Can't find my keys.