Same same, but different // the-slavic-shadow
Clint had never been so satisfied to hear his boots hit the ground. Sure after battles involving long falls and collapsing buildings he was usually glad to have survived. This was different. The Raft had been the worst. There was literally nothing like it in existence. Just hours before he, and the others, had been looking at a very bland future with bars, obnoxiously bright lights, and a stupid paint job. He’d be happy to burn that ridiculous inmate blue uniform. He scratched at the gray undershirt as he stepped out and followed the others towards the building. The others had discussed where they had been headed but he really didn’t care. The only question he asked was who would be there. The answer didn’t totally suck. All he really knew was that he was happy as hell to be on solid ground.