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Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2016 21:10:09 GMT
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Ariel knew that there were more people in the world than she, but the woman intentionally avoided civilization unless she needed to interact. Sometimes she would run into Trikru or even travelling Floukru, but to see a Skaikru so close was something she never anticipated. The blonde had been walking along the riverbed and picking the scarlet weeds that grew in the water so that she could trade them with some village healer when she saw the man. She recognized his face—his clothing matched hers, but he was no scavenger. She was one of the many leaders—not the commander but one of the more influential members of Skaikru. His gun was what made Ariel sink into the shadows of the forest to observe...
She was sure that he hadn’t seen her...but she watched him as he travelled close to the water. The thought sickened her, but Azgeda was looking for Skaikru. Strong members of their clan... Ariel had tried to trade all kinds of things with the hostile nation in return for the man who killed her late husband, but nothing was good enough for them. Blood however was more than supplies.
Normally, the woman wouldn’t attack an unsuspecting victim, but as soon as the thought crossed her mind she had a large stone loaded into a sling and pulled it back. Her aim was on point with her narrowed eyes. Before she had a chance to hesitate, she launched the stone at the young chief’s head and dove out from her coverage with her blade drawn and a growl escaping her lips as she charged at him. |
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Feb 29, 2016 23:07:16 GMT
 Tag: @ariel whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy was currently out patrolling. They were working on mapping the area and as they kept establishing the parameters, frequent patrols had to keep going out to secure the area. He didn't need company. In fact, it was sometimes refreshing to just go on his own. Though, dangerous at the same time. Not so much for physical reasons -- the ceasefire helped put any war on hold with the Grounders. It was more about his compromised mental state.
When alone, that was when the thoughts entered his mind. The perpetual pain that was only numbed by distractions but as soon as he was left on his own . . . they consumed him. He looked for any and every excuse he could to keep preoccupied. Right now, it was about staying alert and ensuring there was no threat lurking about. Just because they Commander had called for a ceasefire, didn't mean the tensions were gone. Hell, Bellamy expected that it would unravel soon enough. But in the meantime, they would use this to their advantage. Which, Arkadia was doing as it continued to build a sustainable lifestyle.
Coming across a small river, Bellamy paused by it, moving the gun so that it was strapped around his shoulder in order to free up his hands. He was just about to crouch over near it, when something heavy and hard struck him on the head. It was the initial adrenaline that made him seemingly not react as he spun around, gun raised and his finger on the trigger. It took only a moment for the woman to come into view, and as she lunged at him, Bellamy swung the barrel of his gun at her, keeping in mind not to shoot but only to maim.
He didn't even know if he hit her. The exertion made the injury catch up to him. His vision began to blur a little as he staggered to the side, trying to keep his balance but it felt nearly impossible at the moment. He blinked several times, attempting to raise his gun again but his body felt limp, weak. His hand went to the back of his head, feeling the warm red liquid. Damn it she hit him hard. "What the hell do you want?" He questioned, his tone reflective of his vision: uneasy. He tried to reach over to gain the support of a tree, but it only resulted in him falling to his knees, focusing on what felt impossible right now: staying conscious. By some miracle he was succeeded, even if the woman was getting slightly more blurred.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 29, 2016 23:47:19 GMT
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As expected, the boy’s aim was off. The hit to his head would have knocked out a weakling, but it seemed to do enough. Ariel dodged his hit as he aimed to hit her with the gun and backed off; letting the head wound do what it had to do. He spoke, she could see his lips moving but she had a hard time reading his English words. She stayed quiet until she saw an opportunity to strike again. This time she grabbed both his wrists and pulled him down onto the ground; the rocks no doubt cutting into him when his face hit the ground. She pulled his hands behind her and kicked the gun away before using a thick rope to tie his wrists tightly—so much so they had to strain his shoulders.
“Azgeda laik lufa osir Skairu au,” she said through tight lips. Azgeda was looking for sky people... She wasn’t sure he would understand, and she didn’t care, but if that was what he was asking of her, she wasn’t about to let him know about her inability to hear him. She pulled him up and kicked his gun once again into the river now before looking him over to find anything that was useful. A large radio was clipped to his hip—it was the first thing to go. When she tossed it, it broke into pieces on the stone. His knife was slipped into her belt and her hands continued to search him... “Are you alone,” she demanded as she spun him around to read his lips through narrowed eyes. Yes or no. She could understand that—and he would probably lie. Or scream—either way with a ball of cloth in her hand she was ready.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Mar 1, 2016 0:02:44 GMT
Tag: @ariel whatever THE HELL WE WANT The dizziness only intensified when he felt her strongly hold his wrists, pushing him to the ground. The added pressure to his wound made his face slightly twist in pain, though he made no noise. He had been through worse he supposed. Though he also knew that this, would most likely only be the beginning. He stayed silent, a muffled grunt escaping from deep within his throat as she tightly bound his wrists with the rope. He didn't speak fluent Trigedasleng, but picked up on enough key words. Azgeda. Skaikru. She was Azgeda then? Or was she taking him to Azgeda? Either way, Bellamy knew it wasn't good.
He had heard stories about them, yet at the same time . . . he had experiences with them in the harvest chamber. He was hardly naive enough to believe it could save him, but at least those interactions was something to keep in mind should an opportunity arise. He also wondered if she spoke English, considering her choice to use Grounder language rather than English. He watched helplessly as she smashed his radio, feeling her strip him of his weapons when she spun him around.
His gun was in the water, his dagger gone and his radio destroyed. Damn it to hell. She then answered his unspoken question, his own glare rested on her face. "Are you?" He answered sarcastically. He knew that giving attitude when he was in this position probably wasn't the best thing to do, but he wasn't about to answer any of her questions. All he knew, was that his lacking presence would be noticed. "Just get this over with." Because she was clearly taking him somewhere and the sooner he figured out where, and why . . . the sooner he could get the hell out of this captivity.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2016 0:35:02 GMT
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‘Are you?’ she read in his sarcastic tone—but the rest was lost in translation. With the attitude in his voice, she had to assume that it was an insult. Her fist collided with his jaw; hard. So hard she felt pain herself—but instead of taking a breath, she shoved him down to the ground and kicked him once in the rib before leaning down and hissing at him some. “Answer my questions with a yes, or a no—“ which she genuinely needed, but wouldn’t explain why. “No attitude.”
She pulled out another rope and made a loop putting it over the boy’s head. She tightened it significantly, leaving him room to breathe. If he struggled, it would get tighter. She grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him upright with his hands bound behind his back and the rope around his neck like a leash.
She didn’t care if she’d hurt him... That empathy was shut down—locked away by bloodlust. She was able to distance herself from those emotions that would stop her from doing these things, but she didn’t know the boy. It made it easier. With a hard tug that would no doubt put a strain on his breath, she started to lead him north; up towards the trees. She hadn’t gagged him... of course that was potentially a mistake. She hadn’t thought of that thanks to her bloodied knuckles. “Keep up.” She growled, knowing it would be a long walk if he dragged his feet.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Mar 1, 2016 2:41:17 GMT
Tag: @ariel whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy's head turned in the direction she administered the blow. He could feel his mouth fillig with blood, his tongue moving over the inner wall of his cheek to feel the wound. He didn't have the chance to turn back to face her for next thing he knew, she pushed him to the ground and kicked him in the ribs. He cringed from the pain of it, her words ringing loud in his years. He had no intention of answering any of her questions. He wouldn't give away anything that had to do with his people. Even if it as something as simple as whether he was alone or not. He glared at his, spitting on the ground to get the blood out of his mouth as his primary reason for doing it . . . the other being to show what he thought about her and her orders.
Like hell he was going to make this easy for her, though he knew it would only make it harder on himself as well. She proceeded to pull out the other rope, taking in a deep breath as she pulled it, not tight enough to suffocate him but tight enough so that there wasn't much room to move. This entire scenario was too familiar. The last time he had a rope around his neck was when Murphy hung him. And nearly damn well succeeded. His hands bound, walking like a dog on a leash, reminded him of Tristan, when he had caught him and Finn. All the trauma of both events came rushing back, but he made no show of it. He wouldn't give her that satisfaction. He had to remain stoic, braced for whatever she was going to do with him. He was clearly more valuable to her alive than dead, and she wouldn't go through all this trouble if she planned on killing him anyway. No. There was something more to this.
When she yanked him he let out a breathy grunt from the way it nearly cut off his circulation, but his feet moved along with her, suppressing an eye roll at her demand to keep up. Easy for the person with the leash to say. He instead, focused on his surroundings, knowing that with each step they took, they were moving further and further away from Arker territory. He was all too aware that right now, he didn't have many options but to comply. With his hands bound and his neck tied . . . he literally had no choice but to follow. For now. He need only wiat for that opportune moment. "What do you want?" He questioned once more. "I'll find out soon enough so you may as well tell me." He paused for a moment before continuing. "Gonasleng." English, just so he could be certain that she understood.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 1, 2016 3:47:41 GMT
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She heard nothing—faced forward and let his questions literally fall on deaf ears. At first, they were not even close enough for her to hear the vibrations between them to even indicate that he was speaking, but as time passed and the miles went by, the leash grew shorter so that she could feel if he tried anything. The light was fading, and though she didn’t want to admit it she couldn’t see when the sun fell. Her shaded vision turned to black when the light faded... At dusk, she stopped walking for the first time since they started. It had been hours... miles disappeared under their feet and the North Star began to shine in the twilight.
Ariel paused and turned around to face Bellamy for the first time in hours. “We rest here.” She said calmly as she pulled the rope off of his neck. It took some work; she had to loosen it. Honestly, the woman was surprised that he hadn’t passed out. Skaikru was full of surprises. With narrowed eyes she took his arm and turned him so that she could undo the ropes around his wrists. She wasn’t expecting a fight she couldn’t win. She was simply repositioning him. “We leave at sunrise,” her eyes flashed up to him. “We should be there by mid afternoon, or later.” The first village was her goal... She didn’t want to get too far into Azgeda territory.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Mar 16, 2016 1:49:51 GMT
Tag: @ariel whatever THE HELL WE WANT Well damn her for not responding to him. She was just going to ignore him then? He knew that Grounders weren't known for their conversational skills but still. It agitated him . . . this whole thing sent him into an internal fury of annoyance and rage. He didn't speak for the rest of the way. If she had no intention of replying to him, he wasn't going to keep trying to talk. He could do the whole silence bit. The hours rolled on, the ties burning deeper into his skin with every step. But he showed no sign of the discomfort. He wasn't about to give her that satisfaction. Eventually, she stopped walking and turned to face him, stating that they rest. Her next actions surprised him as she removed the rope from around his neck. Finally, he didn't feel like some bitch on a leash. As if that wasn't shocking enough . . . she proceeded to remove the ropes from his wrist as well.
That was rather unexpected. Did she have that much confidence in herself or that little faith in him? Probably both. He knew the risks of waiting and the risk of immediately making a run for it. Right now, he was too weak. But she needed rest as well. The moment she got that, he would lose the advantage he could otherwise have over her. Then again . . . out of the two of them, he was in a worse state she was after the beating she had given him and the fact that she dragged him around for the past several hours. So he didn't make any indication to flee. He instinctively moved his hand over his wrist, doing the same with the other as he rubbed the sensitive and blemished skin. "Where's there?" He questioned, wondering where exactly she was taking him. "What do you want?" He tried the same questions again, now that he could actually see her face and watch her respond . . . though he knew that if he watched her ignore him again, he would only be all the more livid.
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