[She's soaked to the bone, but for the moment it matters little. Carolina's been in worse positions, so the clothing clinging to her body or the strands of damp red hair that meld to her face are given little thought. Some time had been spent in the area surrounding the Colosseum, and while she had aided a few people within, she'd eventually done what she could, leaving. Little point to trying to stay dry, as dry had gone out the window some time ago. She is flexing her left hand, circling her rotator cuff, wincing a little from a blow to her right leg. No doubt there will be a stylish bruise there tomorrow. The armor might have aided this time, but that looming threat always makes Carolina weary about just wearing it despite the fact that she would like nothing more.
There had been no familiar faces in the arena, which isn't a bad thing. The merc formerly known as Sharkface had garnered a pause from Carolina, but a small blessing that he recalls this place. It had taken more than just her to take him out last time, even if she hadn't wanted things to go that way. Yet it's back to their residence that she's going, darting from cover to cover, which is why it does take a moment, but no more than that. A hand moves, sweeping her bangs off to the side, working the droplets of water that cling to her face off, as if that will make the image go away. It's familiar, that broad back and shoulders in that massive white armor, one that is in her dreams - her nightmares.]
... Maine?
[It's gruffer, thicker, and again Carolina finds herself freezing where she is. What he's doing, she can't even begin to fathom. Breaking and entering? She doubts this is another Alpha scenario where he's been here for some time unnoticed, as Maine's not that inconspicuous, and his appearance would have caused a stir in her circle, whether good or bad... Nothing here is fluid, and even as she says that name, thoughts go flooding through her mind. The last time she had seen him, already lost, and yet there isn't just that. He'd been a power house, to put it lightly, a titan of a man, someone who had had her back more than once. Her tongue does feel thick in her mouth, stuck there, because it could be the man that she had once known.
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There had been no familiar faces in the arena, which isn't a bad thing. The merc formerly known as Sharkface had garnered a pause from Carolina, but a small blessing that he recalls this place. It had taken more than just her to take him out last time, even if she hadn't wanted things to go that way. Yet it's back to their residence that she's going, darting from cover to cover, which is why it does take a moment, but no more than that. A hand moves, sweeping her bangs off to the side, working the droplets of water that cling to her face off, as if that will make the image go away. It's familiar, that broad back and shoulders in that massive white armor, one that is in her dreams - her nightmares.]
... Maine?
[It's gruffer, thicker, and again Carolina finds herself freezing where she is. What he's doing, she can't even begin to fathom. Breaking and entering? She doubts this is another Alpha scenario where he's been here for some time unnoticed, as Maine's not that inconspicuous, and his appearance would have caused a stir in her circle, whether good or bad... Nothing here is fluid, and even as she says that name, thoughts go flooding through her mind. The last time she had seen him, already lost, and yet there isn't just that. He'd been a power house, to put it lightly, a titan of a man, someone who had had her back more than once. Her tongue does feel thick in her mouth, stuck there, because it could be the man that she had once known.
Or it could be what he had become.]