( it's a struggle to pull herself from the depths of her own mind, and even once again engaging in passable smalltalk, it's a struggle not to crumple back in on herself; successfully crushed under the weight of the world. a deep steadying breath drawn while he talks helps. and while november 11 doesn't sound like a real name, she'd arrived on the station with the blood of a girl named after a faded destination distance sign in her veins. so really, was there any room to judge? )
Clarke Griffin. ( and while custom dictates they shake hands here, she has no interest unwinding her arms from around her stomach. so they'll have to make do with polite nods, and a distinct lack of nice to meet you's. ) Do people just call you November, or Eleven?
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Clarke Griffin. ( and while custom dictates they shake hands here, she has no interest unwinding her arms from around her stomach. so they'll have to make do with polite nods, and a distinct lack of nice to meet you's. ) Do people just call you November, or Eleven?