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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2016 20:46:40 GMT
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Luna’s fleet had been captured by reapers during a trip through TonDC. She never trusted the land, and when the reapers captured them those beliefs were reinforced. The reapers saw no titles. They did not see her as Captain of the Floukru—all they saw was a body. Later she discovered all they saw was blood. She had been kept in a pen for weeks now... but today was different. She had watched a guard burn alive right in front of her pen. She could hear screams of agony all throughout and all her people stirred. There were people of all clans in these pens—and all of them seemed to be just as confused as Luna. Three guards in the harvest chamber died in this way, and the answering roar was deafening.
People shook their cages, banged on them and screamed. Luna was trying to listen for something—anything that would explain it. “Shof op!” she snarled in a loud and commanding voice. It silenced most of them... there were others. There had to be. They had taken the sky people away hours before... So what had happened? Luna reached out—her arm cutting against the thin metal as she tried to reach the fallen guard. He was too far away, but she could see the keys on his person. She strained harder—reaching out so far even her arm ached, but as the door to the chamber opened she pulled it back in close to her chest. Whatever had happened, it had to be a mistake.
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Mar 10, 2016 0:50:30 GMT
 Tag: @lunafloukru whatever THE HELL WE WANT Everyone was dead. Every single person. The residents of Mount Weather. His people. His sister. Just . . . everyone. It made Bellamy feel numb. He didn't know why and how he was still alive, and wished he wasn't. To have to mourn everyone to endure a life without them. Their deaths hadn't even fully processed right now. He'd held Octavia's body for . . . he didn't even know how long. He had just held it, in disbelief that she was gone.
But everyone was. Every person that he had swore to protect. He had failed. Horribly. Failure didn't even begin to cover it. He felt as if he was in some sort of trance, moving though he felt nothing. A numbness. He didn't even feel exhausted from the four days he spent here without food, drink, or rest. He just, felt nothing. Physically, emotionally. He was dead inside and part of him hoped this feeling never faded because he didn't want to feel anything ever again. He knew it would only be pain. Forever pain.
Bellamy hadn't even quite realized where his feet had instinctively taken him. To the harvest chamber. The grounders were still in here. The Grounder army that he was meant to release. Trojan horse. It didn't matter now. Though he supposed at the same time it did. He was here after all. Still clad in the uniform of a Mountain Man he stepped inside, approaching the dead guard for the keys he had.
And that was when he wordlessly started opening the cages. Unlocking each, one by one, and leaving the door open. He didn't bother explaining himself. With any luck, they would blame him for this; they would see him as the enemy and kill him. He hoped so. Put him out of his damn misery. He just kept going, opening each one, hearing them more than seeing them start to filter out. They were the only other survivors. His people were dead. Those in Mount Weather were dead. The Grounders here . . . were the only ones who were alive.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2016 2:42:40 GMT
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She recognized the man with the curly black locks and the olive skin as one of the sky people who’d been taken to the chamber. Only, he wasn’t in one of those fancy new cages he’d been taken as one of them. As he unlocked cages, Luna watched him. She watched the way his shoulders slumped and his expression remained lax and dazed. Every one of his movements was slow and defeated... The Captain knew the look well and had seen it in the survivors of sacked villages that had fallen to Azgeda. Fathers who lost everything, mothers who lost their babes—the guard hadn’t been the only one to die. One by one he unlocked the cages and the prisoners walked, stunned and confused. Floukru stayed as they waited for Luna to be freed. She knew they just didn’t know what to do. The others had no leaders here... When the boy unlocked her cage she was slow to get out... He’d already moved on to the next one as she watched him silently.
Her people came closer; gravitating around her and awaiting orders. They were weak, dressed in rags and scared. Their confusion was not unwarranted, but Luna did not make any move to direct them just yet. She was watching the Skaikru man as he emotionlessly unlocked cage after cage... there had been so many... “Wodaheda—“ Luna raised her hand to hush a younger Floukru girl before she asked the question that was on all their minds. There were twenty-nine Floukru in a sea of Trikru and Azgeda. The elusive boat people were not easy captives, even with their leader in chains.
When the boy unlocked the last cage, Luna approached him slowly. “Do you have anywhere to go?” she asked him, her voice husky and dry. The captain was known for taking in strays, but this was different. She didn’t know how many he lost, but he was in no hurry and his eyes were dead and empty. No man with a purpose had dead eyes... “I am Luna of the coasts and high seas; Captain of the boat clan... Who are you?”
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Mar 16, 2016 1:59:01 GMT
Tag: @lunafloukru whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy didn't pay attention to his surroundings. Not the way the Grounders surrounded one particular individual. Nor the way they came out of the cages. They could be rallying to attack him for all he cared and part of him hoped that they did. It was better than living in this constant torment. And he lacked the ability to take his own life. Damn, would someone just do it for him. Where being in a room full of Grounders and setting them free would have otherwise been alarming, he just didn't care right now. His eyes simply stayed on each lock as it opened, and then shifted to the next. Fixated on the menial task at hand.
Though he supposed granting one their freedom was not menial. It meant something. But he felt nothing within his deadened heart and soul. Nothing for the sentiment of his actions. He dreaded it when it came to a close, no longer having a task to occupy his time with. A voice broke through that crippling fear, as he turned to face the young woman. Her first question was responded to with silence. Not out of rudeness, but the silence in its own was an answer. No. He didn't. Where was he going to go? He couldn't return to Camp Jaha after what he had done. Everyone he cared about died in this Mountain. There was no one left. There was nothing left. He just stared at her, his face expressionless, save for the stoic nature of his existence. She introduced herself as Luna, of the Boat People.
He had heard of them. These were the ones that Octavia and Clarke had initially wanted to go to in order to avoid the war against Grounders. That had hardly worked out. "Bellamy," he answered in a blunt, toneless voice. He wasn't Bellamy of anything though. No longer could he call himself an Arker after his failure to protect them. He was a man of no where. A man who belonged no where. "Best get your people out of here," he further added. There was no threat in here, but he doubted anyone would want to stay stuck longer than usual. "Come on. I'll show you the way." With that he proceeded toward the entrance and exit, not even fully caring if they followed or not. The reapers may still be a threat through the tunnels, since they had only been knocked out in effort to save them. They could be conscious once more.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2016 0:12:11 GMT
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Luna watched Bellamy as he started to walk towards the exit. She knew how her crew would initially feel about her bringing a Skaikru boy home. Especially Tomac, but this situation was different. He saved her life and the lives of a good portion of her crew. Silently, she followed him with the rest of the captured Floukru and the others who had been caught. She stayed close though; watching his body language. He was defeated. A shell... He didn’t answer her first question which meant he had nowhere to go... So, he probably planned to stay and probably die slow. If he’d lost everyone, she couldn’t blame him.
She followed him slowly at first before walking beside him, her eyes cast down to the side. “You can’t stay here. Too much death...” the way the guards had died, she had to assume the rest of the pale bloods died the same way. She didn’t know if his people would have... They had been using them in violent medical procedures. Even more so than when they bled her own. “We have a village on the coast. My crew and I will be returning to our home from there...” Her voice was low, husky and came from lips twisted into a frown. “I want you to come with us. You’ll be safe...”
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