<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/1a/5e/921a5e26056ce84da5052a39054ebdf3.jpg)</div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>NAME:</strong>Ciane (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=333213.msg15874326#msg15874326)<br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>coverall (https://i.pinimg.com/564x/01/61/b2/0161b2e9a0471c051e77a3b661eec5c2.jpg).<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Losing it a bit, then getting it back<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Sarah/open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Crazy hair was too close, moving closer. She was across the perimeter. She was one of<strong>them</strong>, a rioter, a traitor. Ciane should bang her head against the metal wall until she stopped moving, like she had with the wrench. No, she should take her down the hall and fist her until her eyes popped. No, she should...<br/><br/><em>She should get her shit together</em>, is what she should do. Sarah wasn't the enemy, not here, not now. Slowly, so slowly, the fight/flee/fuck circuit in her head cooled off. Ciane helped it along by shuffling over and bending to pick up the massive tool she'd tossed. Which caused another ripping sound to come from the back of her jumpsuit.<br/><br/>It couldn't be helped- she burst into bitter laughter.  "Fine luv, just fine," she lied a bit, once she had her voice back under control. "Just a right dog's breakfast we're in, ey?" Hefting the wrench over one shoulder, like a soldier marching, she gave Sarah a ghastly smile. "Shoulda just fockin' shot us. Easier all 'round."<br/><br/>Looking over her shoulder at Zoey, she went on. "No point in wastin' a great lot of air going after the junk before we've got Life Support sorted. What's next?"<br/>