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Night 50: Activities Shed
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As difficult as it was, especially given her constant need to outperform Elle, Claire tried her best to bat down the looming arrogance that she'd been able to get them in while Elle stood around being useless. It was the little things, really, that made all the difference, and this little thing happened to make Claire just a little more full of herself.
But, they needed to deal with the situation at hand, and this particular situation made Claire suddenly grateful for the cleanliness of the institute proper. The shed was dirty -- it looked like it had probably been months since they'd last cleaned it, and the cobwebs that hung from the ceiling and the equipment racks and tied up corners of the small shed made her scowl.
Maybe it was a little cliche, and maybe it was silly to worry about compared to what else was crawling around the institute that could actually hurt her, but Claire hated spiders.
The shard of glass she'd been bringing around got tossed into one of said cobwebbed corners and she got the chance to finally examine her hand. It looked disgusting, and through all the blood it was hard to make out just how bad the cut was, but she tried to squint at it, shining her flashlight's beam directly on it to examine it anyway.
When she remembered that Elle had followed her, though, she went back to browsing the baseball equipment.
"You should probably grab something, too." As if it hadn't already been a given. The flashlight beam moved over a collection of aluminum and wooden bats and Claire tried to decide which to grab. The metal one seemed the obvious choice, but there was something to be said for a Louisville Slugger in that it was the only bat brand she knew by name. Suddenly, she regretted how boring she'd always found sports to be.
As difficult as it was, especially given her constant need to outperform Elle, Claire tried her best to bat down the looming arrogance that she'd been able to get them in while Elle stood around being useless. It was the little things, really, that made all the difference, and this little thing happened to make Claire just a little more full of herself.
But, they needed to deal with the situation at hand, and this particular situation made Claire suddenly grateful for the cleanliness of the institute proper. The shed was dirty -- it looked like it had probably been months since they'd last cleaned it, and the cobwebs that hung from the ceiling and the equipment racks and tied up corners of the small shed made her scowl.
Maybe it was a little cliche, and maybe it was silly to worry about compared to what else was crawling around the institute that could actually hurt her, but Claire hated spiders.
The shard of glass she'd been bringing around got tossed into one of said cobwebbed corners and she got the chance to finally examine her hand. It looked disgusting, and through all the blood it was hard to make out just how bad the cut was, but she tried to squint at it, shining her flashlight's beam directly on it to examine it anyway.
When she remembered that Elle had followed her, though, she went back to browsing the baseball equipment.
"You should probably grab something, too." As if it hadn't already been a given. The flashlight beam moved over a collection of aluminum and wooden bats and Claire tried to decide which to grab. The metal one seemed the obvious choice, but there was something to be said for a Louisville Slugger in that it was the only bat brand she knew by name. Suddenly, she regretted how boring she'd always found sports to be.