[fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; width: 500px; letter-spacing:5px][align=center][font=bookman oldstyle][color=black]Clyde Dane O'Riley[hr][size=8][/fancypost]
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[justify][font=times][color=black][sup][sup]A broken jaw framed the small face of a young girl who recklessly insulted the wrong boy when she was abruptly woken after being caught sleeping in. She was one of the youngest in the group and was prone to nightmares that kept her up at night from her previous experiences on the Ark. And, due to the fact that the source of her night terrors were unknown, it was hard to pity her and therefore people couldn’t seem to help but show indifference to the young girl who was imprisoned for the petty crime of stealing a diamond necklace to give to her mother as a birthday present. But now she wore guilt around her neck as her daughter struggled to keep calm, pain radiating from her jaw after being struck for the irritable curse which quickly slipped from her tired lips. The damage was permanent enough to cause a frown to tug at the lips of the older girl who was assessing the situation carefully while softly singing an unfamiliar song as if to ease the pain. But it was clear that it was no use as the young girl let out a sudden whimper, her hands clutched around the edges of the table she laid on.
"Try and stay still." the girl was ordered gently, an almost soothing tone that hadn't been heard in quite a while. A rare tone used in such a hostile place that everyone who was blessed enough to hear it froze in whatever endeavors busied them prior. And that seemed to happen, with the girl obeying silently and laying as still as she could manage under such pain. There was nothing more to examine as it was made clear that she would suffer permanent damage and would have to suffer whatever consequences would follow. Perhaps a deformed jaw, or the inability to speak or breathe properly. And whoever was to blame for assaulting her in such a violent manner was to face his own fate, which stood unclear as Clyde stepped away from the table, his hand absently scratching his own jaw. This was perhaps the first serious offense after order was reached upon landing, and offenses were to have punishments. It was up to Clyde as leader what the punishment would be, but he was conflicted upon realizing that he didn't have much time.
Until he was granted some time as Jefferson abruptly arrived, a nervous excitement about his demeanor. "We've got a visitor." he said before Clyde could manage to speak, nearly shaking in place. He quickly beckoned Clyde to follow him towards the main gate of camp where the visitor was, a mystery until Jefferson spilled the secret. "We saw her sneaking around the perimeter of camp. When we realized she was alone, we decided to attack. We've got her unconscious." Clyde couldn't make sense of what was being said until he came to a stop, his eyes fixed on the grounder that was sprawled out in the grass just outside of the gate. A small pool of blood trickling down her forehead, however nothing that would cause any serious injuries. Kneeling down, Clyde took a good look at her before removing her weapons, wanting no trouble to come when they bring her inside of camp.
"Take her to the drop ship and restrain her." Clyde ordered, standing up. He lingered for a few short minutes before making his way, his mind yet again conflicted. There was only a short amount of time they had before her people realized her absence and came to find her. He didn't want an attack, nor could he manage to allow the opportunity to slip away. They had a grounder in their grips, and they could get information out of her that could help them in the future. So he quickened his pace, climbing the stairs up the drop ship to find the grounder restrained and still unconscious. It was only a matter of time before she woke however, so he took a seat in front of her a few feet away, his fingers toying with the loaded handgun in his lap. His eyes, fixed on her face that he couldn't deny was rather appealing if it weren't for the circumstances.
OOC:
→ Jefferson x
