( ♞ | &* Bellamy )

      bellamy didn’t find the situation very FUNNY. he didn’t like the feeling of being restrained, and he was ready to get out of the handcuffs as soon as they were put on. to make it worse, he was attached to someone else, forcing him to remain within a foot of will. not the ideal position to be in, unless you were one of the many women fawning over him. he directs a glare at the other man, irritation clear on his features.  ❛ who’s STUPID idea was this in the first place? – tell me you know how to get out of these. ❜

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                             It took everything in Will to keep from PULLING at the handcuffs, FALSE hope that they might FALL apart with a firm TUG. But logic told him he’d sooner BREAK his wrist then get free that way. A quick ROLL of his eyes follows Bellamy’s question, a SCOFF falling from his lips as his eyes turn towards the ground, HOPING that the key might only be a few FEET from them. But nothing GLIMMERED in the available light, and Will saw ONLY dirt and foliage. It was all too FAMILIAR to the bracelet he’d only JUST managed to get rid of, ironically enough. “ I didn’t hear you COMPLAINING. And how the HELL would I know how to work these? Do YOU have any idea how to get out of these? ”

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( ♞ | &*Octavia )

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       bellamy is an asshole. 

       bellamy has always been an asshole, but it’s different now, because now he’s not just an asshole, he’s an asshole who feels like he has to keep her alive, and now keeping her alive doesn’t just mean keeping her hidden anymore. now being alive means putting an anklet on her and instructing her to stick to confines she should have been free of the moment she stepped foot on the earth. bellamy’s an asshole. 

         her annoyance with her older brother is only a theoretical thing, though, because while it infuriates her that he thinks he can control her, she still finds it well within her means to escape the camp. he doesn’t know it, yet, although she’s sure he must suspect, but every time he or her handler turns their head, she slips away – and most of her handlers are too afraid of sharing atom’s fate to dare mention to the elder blake that his sister has gone missing. she always comes back, after all. 

           getting caught interferes with the ‘don’t let bellamy notice’ aspect of her plan. it interferes pretty severely with it, actually, so when she hears another of their party, she crouches in the bushes, planning to wait out the threat before continuing through the forest. but she can’t sit still for long, so she begins to creep through the undergrowth, feet stepping gingerly on dead leaves. they rustle. she’s so fucked – she almost laughs. after all, what’s bellamy going to do to her that the ark hasn’t already done? then – CRACK ! and she’s tumbling forwards, a hand ensnaring her wrist. 

           she should be scared – there are grounders about, angry that their land has been invaded – but she’s already labeled him as one of their own, so instead of fear she’s filled with annoyance. his noticing her is an inconvenience – and she has places to be.  octavia  jerks her wrist away from him and gives him a withering glare that’s most definitely been picked up from bellamy.

            ❛ remember what happened to the last guy who put his hands on me?❜

                 RECOGNITON makes its way through Will, eyes landing on the dark hair and DEFIANT lift of the girl’s chin. But what strikes him most is the FIRE in her eyes, the sure way she GLARES at him as if ( daring ) him to touch her again. He’s heard of her, of course.  ———   Octavia Blake; the girl they HID under the FLOORS. The SECOND sibling. The ( resemblance ) she had to Bellamy was REMARKABLE, and he fought the way his lips tried to QUIRK up in response to the glare THROWN his way. Still, his brows arch ( slightly ) in response to her THREAT, tense stance   ( relaxing. ) The weapon in his hand is LOWERED slowly, and he can’t keep the small ( laugh ) from escaping him. 

             “ If I remember CORRECTLY, his intentions were a hell of a lot different than mine. ”

                  He glances at her then, checking to see if she’s at least ARMED out here, PREPARED against anything that might come HURTLING their way. But the clothes she wears are too THIN to conceal a weapon, and his lips turn DOWN into a small frown. He GETS it – he does. Years spent in the same four walls take their TOLL on those inside. How often did he DREAM of ( miraculously ) finding a way out, ROAMING the halls of the ark even one more time. Getting a chance to experience the FREEDOM he’d taken for granted. Of course, it would have only been a SMALL dose of what they get to experience now. In truth, the chance to EXPLORE is one of the reasons Will volunteered to find food. To walk as LONG as he wanted without a WALL in sight to ( slow ) him. So he UNDERSTOOD. They’d all been caged for   far too long. Even so, he’d be more than happy if they could all SURVIVE to reap the benefits of their new planet ( together. )

                                              “ What are you even doing out here? ”

                    His tone is slightly CONDESCENDING, brow still lifted in question as he SHOVES the metal into the dirt beside where he stands, arms ( crossing ) over his chest. 

                                                     “ Come to join the hunting party? ” 

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( ♞ | flooredunder )

     Flickers of UNEASE dig into his skin like TALONS,   refusing to release
     him despite the very  REAL  need he has to remain  CALM.   The terrain
     before  him  is  UNEXPLORED,   abandoned,  full  of  the    UNKNOWN. 
     Already, their numbers have SHRUNK as a result of ( underestimating )
     the planet they thought they could RECLAIM.     It’s been a reminder that
     they are now the VISITORS, likely UNWELCOME on the planet that has 
     learned to exist  WITHOUT  them. But fear can only  EXCUSE  so much. 
     Certainly not EXTINCTION.   A general OUTCRY had gone out when the 
     food supply had gone  DOWN, a reminder that they were TRULY on their 
     OWN.   Will had volunteered to   TRY   his hand at   HUNTING.   He was 
     adamant that he’d not been sent to the ground to DIE. No, he would LIVE
     long enough to see what else FATE would deal them. 

     The sound of RUSTLING leaves pull Will from his thoughts, FINGERS
     tightening around the makeshift  WEAPON he’d forged from  SCRAPS 
     of the drop ship. SHARPENED metals smiles DANGEROUSLY in his
     hand, prepared to  DEFEND  if needed.  His breath stills,  WAITING for
     the source of the sound to be  SEEN. The silence  PRESSES in on his
     eardrums,  until he can hear nothing but the sound of his  HEART  and 
     his own  STUTTERED  breathing.  A branch cracks,  and Will WHIPS
     around,  LUNGING  as he  catches  sight of  FLESH  all but hidden by 
     leaves.  Fingers  wrap around a SMALLER wrist, a quick yank pulling
     the would be  THREAT into the light.  A sharp exhale leaves him,  and
     he LOWERS the weapon, brows pulling together in AGITATION.

                   “ Aren’t you supposed to be back at the ship? ”

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written by LEA

est. april 24, 2015

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