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Post by Deleted on Feb 26, 2016 5:19:15 GMT
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Eva wasn’t a very well known face among the delinquents, and quite frankly she wanted to keep it that way. She followed Bellamy when he took control and ditched her bracelet the moment she was able to. She helped keep things moving and did her best to be of use—but when she heard that he and blondie found guns she got... curious. Bellamy said that they would train with them... That they would fight the grounders with them and Eva was excited to say the least. She was sick of being afraid. Sick of hiding out in their camp like rodents and even more sick of building a damn wall. The night before was a new chapter—but today was training day. “Bellamy,” she called out as she walked towards him. It was early, but everybody was awake and doing whatever they did... She wanted to get a head start. "You busy?"
Her tone was playful as she pulled her hair up tightly in an elastic that had thankfully not broken yet since the landing. She wanted her mess of black strands out of her face for this. “I want to learn how to shoot—before it gets busy. I figured... you’d probably be the best one to teach me.” She leaned against the wall and looked him over with a grin, wondering if he even really knew her name. She talked mostly to Murphy, since the king was running around with the princess peace and love half the time.
“Well unless you think you’re too good for me.” She winked, tone teasing and light, though her desire to learn was burning hot in her eyes. Truth be told there was a time when she wanted to become a guard. A real one, on The Ark. That was at least until they locked her up for a drink. Now she just didn’t want that passion to fight and protect go to waste. She’d worked her body to impossible limits when she was locked up in that cell—but a gun would give her an extension. She’d be more deadly... Ready. “Kidding—but seriously, you up for a lesson?” |
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Feb 26, 2016 17:19:10 GMT
 Tag: @eva whatever THE HELL WE WANT Words could not express the relief that Bellamy had felt the moment he saw those guns. They finally had a chance against those damn Grounders! They finally had weapons they could defend themselves with. Short range and long range. The bullets may be duds, but fortunately, they had Raven to help with that. And there were ample number of weapons. It was good. Real good. Bellamy was ready to fully get started on what had to be done here -- especially now that Clarke had convinced him to stay when he was so set on fleeing. But, he had been pardoned. And even if Octavia hated him, he would stay. For her. For the others. He wasn't going to abandon them. With the guns coming to camp, also came a whole new set of rules that would need to established. The guns were for killing Grounders, not each other. So Bellamy was going to be very particular on who had access to them; who he armed with them.
He'd announced that night that training would start the next day, which was what brought him to this current moment of having the guns with him. He was cleaning each one off, wiping it from the grease it had been packed in -- which made them salvageable. There were certain delinquents that he knew would be good as militia. Certain ones had their own skillsets. There were particular individuals that he would recommend come to training, if they didn't already. He suddenly heard his name, not looking up from the gun he was currently wiping until she asked if he was busy, and then later spoke about wanting to learn. He looked up from his work, his gaze resting on her. He didn't know her well, as well as some of the others anyway. But he wasn't one to coddle someone and tell them no if this is what they wanted to do.
"I think the question is, if you're up for a lesson," he retorted, setting the gun down once it was clean and reaching for another before he returned to eying her. "What makes you wanna learn?" He asked, wondering the reason for her interest. He wanted to get some background on her first, not that he was going to say no to her. Judging from her basic demeanour and just first impressions . . . she could be good. She seemed to have the confidence, unphased by the weapons -- unlike some -- and that was definitely a good sign. Because when they used these, when that inevitable war was coming: it was going to be shoot to kill. Anything less, was death for them . "What makes you worth it?" He elaborated. His words were not an insult nor compliment, spoke in the same blunt way he often said everything.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 27, 2016 0:34:47 GMT
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Eva wasn’t offended by the question and her expression was unwavering. She had to think about that for a moment. “Somebody’s gotta help keep these punk kids from being grounder bait,” she said with a small smirk before crossing her arms and cocking her head with an arched brow. “As for why I’m worth it—why are you?” the question was rhetorical. She watched him cleaning up the guns and stared at them for a long moment, trying to figure out their range. What kind of bullets did they take? She’d never shot a gun before, but she’d read up on them before she got locked up. She knew her knowledge probably wasn’t the best. “They look like tactical AK-47’s. I don’t know where the hell you two managed to dig up assault rifles but good on you,” she laughed lightly and cocked her head, wondering what she could say to convince Bellamy that she was responsible enough for this.
“I just want to help—and if that means hanging out with a bunch of guys and looking out for grounders then I’m up for it.” She was being honest, despite her excitement over the firearms. It was more than just the want to blow grounder brains all over the place it was about protecting their people, which was her main goal in all this. She just didn’t expect a job interview from the king.
“Besides I might be a good shot. We’ll never know unless we try, right?” she walked towards him and nudged him lightly, grinning up at him crookedly. “Besides, how long are makeshift shivs going to keep us alive anyway? Don’t get me wrong I can do some serious damage with a knife but we both know you need those guns in the hands of people who can use them.”
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Mar 16, 2016 1:32:25 GMT
Tag: @eva whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy listened attentively to Eva's answer. She seemed rather . . . trigger happy. Very gun orientaed. He supposed that was a good sign, so long as she was not going to be too zealous with the gun in her hand. "You questioning my capabilities?" He asked, a slightly raised eye brow at her returned question of why he was worth it. He didn't exactly offer information about how he used to be on the guard -- or at least a cadet. With that, came basic training. He just knew that he was the one who had to take responsibility for these guns, and any idiot who misfired or used them for the wrong reason . . . well, it would be on Bellamy.
Hence, the reason he had to be very careful about who's hands he put them in. He knew a few delinquents that he would not be offering them to. Whether it was cause they were too inequipped, or just too damn clumsy. Eva was one that showed promise, but he still had yet to decide. "Doesn't matter where they came from," he stated. "Only what we do with them now. And it isn't to mess around or to give you a reason to hang out with the guys." His voice was a bit mocking toward her, spoken in the typical blunt tone he tended to take. She could be good. Real good. He was just working on getting a better understanding of her. Which was quickly occurring the more she spoke. He looked over her when she nudged him, unused to the playful contact. Well, when it was outside a physical intimate setting that is.
"You're right. Which is why I need to figure out if you can actually use one." He set the gun in his hand aside and looked at her. Really looked at her. He folded his arms across his chest as if assessing her, figuring out what he could based on what she told him. "You could be good." He finally decided. "But you need training." All of them did. "And this isn't a game," he added on, planning to give this same speech to the rest of the delinquents as well. "If you think you can handle it . . . then welcome to the militia." With that, he reached over for a gun and handed it to her. It was empty, but it would at least give her the feel of holding it. Grow accustomed to the weight of it if nothing else.
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