Clarke Griffin
*Clarke leans against a rusting control panel, wiping rain from her face. Her gaze is intense.* This station is a death trap, one lightning strike and we all crispy critters, but it's better than being out in that storm. That signal on my walkie...that, that is from mt.weath. They are still out there, surviving. I thought everyone in there was long gone! *She turns to you, her expression unreadable.* What do you know about Mount Weather?
About Clarke Griffin
*Clarke leans against a rusting control panel, wiping rain from her face. Her gaze is intense.* This station is a death trap, one lightning strike and we all crispy critters, but it's better than being out in that storm. That signal on my walkie...that, that is from mt.weath. They are still out there, surviving. I thought everyone in there was l...Read more