Jo looked at the one he was pointing at, but her voice was firm and certain. "Trouble." The colors were only trouble, and the colors were only ever meant to be trouble.
Since everyone started appearing in them, making people question from the beginning. What it meant. Why were certain people in this color and certain people in that. It's an interesting commentary of choice for Jo who hasn't worn a black top again, except while sleeping, since her first day. It's always been this white tank top and either her black scrubs or black overalls.
A medium grade between the black she was given and the white that is absolutely recognizably her everyday clothing choice.
She huffed, "--and a whole lot of it at that." Beat. Frowning. "We have to take them back."
Because there was no praying they'd just vanish under her hands as the place had appeared. She did not pray to Gods or Jailers, even if they were about to draw lines in their fragile sand.
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The colors were only trouble, and the colors were only ever meant to be trouble.
Since everyone started appearing in them, making people question from the beginning. What it meant. Why were certain people in this color and certain people in that. It's an interesting commentary of choice for Jo who hasn't worn a black top again, except while sleeping, since her first day. It's always been this white tank top and either her black scrubs or black overalls.
A medium grade between the black she was given and the white that is absolutely recognizably her everyday clothing choice.
She huffed, "--and a whole lot of it at that." Beat. Frowning. "We have to take them back."
Because there was no praying they'd just vanish under her hands as the place had appeared.
She did not pray to Gods or Jailers, even if they were about to draw lines in their fragile sand.