Blow A Kiss, Fire A Gun

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harpermcintyre

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Guns. They finally had guns. Something to help protect them from the bastards that kept hunting their people. Returning the camp also marked a different beginning for Bellamy. A commitment to the people, that he would remain and help protect them -- like Clarke had asked him to. Fortunately that night, their plan of him getting pardoned had worked, and he no longer need fear the Ark coming down as well. Right now however, he was more focused on training.

There were a few delinquents in particular that Bellamy saw potential in. Miller -- who was practically a second to Bellamy at this point -- Monroe, Jasper, Harper . . . to name a few. Right now, he was focused on the latter individual. He wanted to have a few private lessons with each of them, wanting to bring out what he knew they were capable of. Everyones skillset was different here, but they were forced to be warriors. And all of them had to participate in some way to protect the others. Bellamy had been watching each of them during target practice, working on holding, aiming, and firing the gun.

Safety had been the first lesson, and now, it was just getting a feel for things while Raven made them more bullets. "Alright, take a break everyone," he announced. "Keep your weapons here," he further reminded, watching each and every one of them as they put their weapon on the ground near Bellamy. He wasn't about to let them out of his sight yet. "Harper, hang back," he instructed, not having had the chance to talk to her about her position in his makeshift militia. When the others had left, he turned to face Harper. "How are you finding training?" He asked, wanting to gain some insight as to how she was finding this all.

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG This is better than being locked in the Skybox. Harper kept thinking that, hoping that she could still believe it even with the new danger that the hundred now faced. They had freedom, freedom from being locked up and freedom from all the rules that had burdened them on the Ark. Jasper had been attacked by a grounder on their first day there, that at the very least made her doubt her positive thoughts. Then, that was why she was one of the people learning how to use a gun. They had guns, the Grounders had spears. It was obvious which would win if it came down to a fight. She had never picked up a gun before in her life and throughout the practice, the weight had felt odd and unfamiliar in her grip. When she went to pull the trigger, she had both hands gripping the weapon, knuckles white and eyebrows pulled together. Her first shot had knocked her back in surprise, she hadn't expected the sound and movement of it. It was louder when the gun was in her own hand. Bellamy was a good teacher though, a lot more patient than she would have expected after seeing his behaviour since they had gotten to the ground. She knew not to do anything stupid during the lessons but also trusted that he would teach them well. An audible breath left her as Bellamy said to take a break and she dropped the gun over in front of him with the others. "Okay," Harper said, turning on her heels to face Bellamy. She had seen him talk to some of the others that he was training so she just had to hope that he didn't think she wasn't good enough at it. "It's good to learn to protect ourselves."  She shrugged with a slight smile, a small amount of worry glinting in her eyes. "You make it look easier than it is, using a gun. But then," she looked down at Bellamy's clothes. He wasn't wearing the Guard uniform but he had been when they had come down in the dropship. "You would have had a lot of training." She had had a friend on the Ark, she'd known him a few months before she had been sent to the Skybox, who had joined the Guard. He told her of all the training that they went through. She'd been trying to get other information from him but it was interesting to hear about what the Guard did. Bellamy Blake || New characters are slooow to write, hope it's good (:

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harpermcintyre

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy listened to Harper start to answer his question, stating that it was good they were learning . . . but that he made it look a lot easier. She mentioned that he would have had a lot of training and he remained silent for a moment. Raven had outed him as a janitor to some of the others, and he had never quite explained how exactly he'd gotten the guards uniform -- or that he had been on the guard, or well, a Cadet. The fact that Harper deduced showed her resourcefulness. Which only made him more confident in her abilities.

"I see potential in you Harper," he began to explain. One thing he found essential that he'd been doing since day one, was empowering the delinquents. Telling them that they could do this, they could survive, that they were warriors. They needed that. Confidence. Empowerment. Strength. They were sent here to die, robbed of whatever years were left of their teens. Bellamy felt a responsibility to each of them, especially after the culling.

So he felt it imperative to remind them as much as he could, of how much strength they possessed. "There's a reason I'm trusting you with a gun right now. I know its hard, and it'll take a lot of practice, but you'll get there. And if you need extra training, then you'll get it." He was prioritizing certain delinquents, to serve as informal seconds. Harper was among them. "What do you find most challenging?" So that they could work on it.

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Harper had to admit that she was more than a little surprised by Bellamy's comment. She glanced around quickly at the other people in the camp, some of them had probably murdered before, others could have been in many fights before. Comparatively, she could sneak around and that wasn't something that gave her a good background for this sort of thing. She had never been one to put herself in a position that required her to fight. She looked back up at Bellamy, her lips turning up into a smile. She had to believe he wasn't lying, at the very least. She kept quiet and listened, biting back 'whys' and trying to keep from making sarcastic quips. They could, when she was nervous, come out meaner than she intended. Bellamy meant well and he obviously wanted to them to do well in the training. Her head tilted to the side slightly at one thing he said and she couldn't help but make a comment. "Extra training, huh? With you?" She chuckled.  After that comment, she put on a more serious face to answer his question. Which meant she straightened her head a bit but her eyes still glinted like she was about to laugh. "The whole gun thing is difficult but...I guess it's just not easy to aim it and keep that aim when I shoot." She held up her arm, looking down at the obvious lack of muscle in it. She wasn't sure if she was going to be able to deal with the recoil with her lack of muscle. She had hardly had to worry about strength before, not in a large degree. She could climb up into air vents and as long as she had been able to do that, she'd been fine. "I always end up shooting too high." Bellamy Blake || New characters are slooow to write, hope it's good (:

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harpermcintyre

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy looked at her with a slightly raised eyebrow when she questioned the extra training with him. "Yeah why, you prefer someone else?" He asked. His tone wasn't rude, as his question -- only partially rhetorical -- was meant more of a tease. Though spoken in his usual blunt tone of voice.

"You can always ask them," he added on, almost making a suggestion of Finn but he figured he'd better not start that conversation with the peace maker. Or, the attempted peacemaker who also just happened to be anti-guns. As she brought forth a more serious expression and tone, Bellamy listened intently, watching her arm as she raised it and knew what part of the problem was. Or well, not problem per say but area to work on. "It's heavy. And you're gonna be needing to hold it for long periods of time." The weapon was awkward for those who were unused to shooting . . . which was basically everyone here. Even Bellamy to some extent but he had least had partial training.

"Once you get more comfortable with it in your hands, then you can take better aim and fire on point." And there were ways to increase that comfort, as well as build a little more upper body strength. "I had some of the others practice throwing knives and axes at trees." He was going somewhere with this. While it was before they had discovered guns, it was to help them take aim but also . . . to build their arm strength and muscle. "It'll help you get some strength in your arms. A work out. You can also practice your aim." An exercise that was productive in two ways. He waited to see if that was something that would appeal to her, or if she just preferred to do her own work out -- if she even wanted to that is.

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Harper just grinned and shook her head at Bellamy's question. It wasn't easy to tell whether he was being serious or teasing back because his tone was as blunt as it always was. She supposed it didn't really matter. She grazed her eyes down over his chest, muscles showing through the fabric of his shirt. "I don't think anyone else could train me better than you," she teased. It was true, however much she was teasing. She couldn't imagine any of the others down on the ground having much more of an idea than her of how to use a gun. Maybe on how to fight or use a knife but Bellamy was the only one it seemed who knew how to use a gun correctly. "Yeah, that's definitely it." She really did hope that it would be easier to use the more she practiced. At that stage it felt like it would be a long time before she saw any real improvement and she knew well that they didn't have a long time. The grounders would be attacking and they had to be ready for that. "Did it take you long to get comfortable using it?" It might be a little confidence building to hear how he had adjusted to using the weapon. She had a feeling that the guy hadn't had as much trouble as she was having though. At the mention of Bellamy having the others throws knives and stuff, she nodded. "I remember seeing that, yeah. Training before we had guns." At that stage she hadn't been a part of the training, she wasn't quite ready - or more truthfully, scared enough - to be interested in learning how to fight. She didn't know if she would want to be throwing knives then either, it looked a lot easier to injure herself or others. She could throw a knife backwards or way off course but even with her bad aim she hadn't come close to shooting someone. "I could try it out." She would try anything that could help to keep herself safe. "And anything else I could do to get stronger." Bellamy Blake || HARMONY!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harpermcintyre

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy didn't complete fail to notice Harper's gaze moving over him, though his eyes remained on her face, content -- for now -- to just watch her, watch him. She then spoke of how she didn't think anyone would train her better than him. "Well, glad you see it that way," he said slightly tilting his head to the side. Her question of whether it look him long to get used to it almost caused him to pause, though his expression remained stoic. He had trained with them, but he had also attempted to kill a man with it. He supposed that made one comfortable with using the weapon, though he wasn't about to bring that to light. It was yet something else that Raven had outed him for, and the fact that Jaha was still alive, and that Bellamy had been pardoned for the crime . . . made it less relevant.

Though he still lived with the emotional and psychological repercussions. "It's different down here," he began to explain, not about to delve into verbalizing his own personal and emotional response. "We have no choice but to be comfortable with them. That pressure kinda takes away how long we have to get accustomed to them." On the Ark, there was training. Meticulous training, and even Guardsmen primarily used shock lashers. "Though I guess there's a difference between getting used to it, and getting comfortable with them." Maybe none of them could truly get comfortable with a weapon. "I can definitely help you with the former." Getting used to them. Because as for the comfort of it . . . that was up to the person. And hell, he couldn't blame them if they weren't. He just knew he saw something in Harper that made him know she would be damn good in this field. She revealed that she had seen it, further adding that she could try it and questioned if there was anything else she could do.

"We can start with that," he stated. "Work from there." Not letting his thoughts stray too far from the subject at all, he tried to remain on task. "Alright, let me help you with positioning." He moved to stand directly behind her, adjusting her hands on the gun and raising it a little. "You wanna keep it a little high, like this." His hand went to the bottom of her arms, lifting it up just a bit, adjusting her fingers on the weapon where necessary. "Keep this straight," he added on, leveling the gun in front of her. His hand trailed from the top of her arm to rest on her shoulder, turning his head to look at her. "Fire now," he said, his gaze intent on her face more than watching where the bullet ended up.

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Harper was almost completely sure that her teasing wasn't even slightly getting through to Bellamy. He's eyes stayed high, his tone even and the same as ever. He was definitely no fun at all. She was sure she had gotten more life from a rock. Well, he was a good trainer and definitely dedicated then. She nodded slightly, her lips turning down as he said how it was different down on the Earth. It was. She agreed with what he was saying, as much as she wished she could have had a set answer that would tell her when she wouldn't feel so uncomfortable about using a gun. The pressure that was on them would push them in a way that Bellamy wouldn't have experienced. They were training to protect themselves from immediate danger. And there he was again with the comments about helping her. She lifted her eyebrows. "Hopefully one leads to the other," she started, her hand resting low on her waist, "Getting used to it would definitely be a good one to start with." Even if she felt discomfort at the idea of using the gun and it still felt almost foreign in her hands, if she could use it correctly that was all she needed to be able to do. Fear would probably help with the second part and adrenaline in a battle would definitely do something to ease or cover the unease. She just needed to be able to aim and shoot.  She picked up a gun again at his offer to help with positioning, wrapping her fingers around it how she thought she remembered seeing Bellamy do. It didn't look right and Bellamy didn't think so either. She saw the movement in the corner of her eye and grinned from ear to ear when Bellamy's shoulder lightly brushed her as he reached his arm from behind to reposition her fingers on the weapon. She let him lift the gun up slightly. A trail of tingles followed his hand and her arm lifted up. She could see that her grip looked steadier now, and while it didn't feel perfect, it definitely felt more comfortable than earlier. Although, anything would feel comfortable with Bellamy where he was. Her finger twitched on the trigger. She could feel his gaze on her face. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to not get distracted for that moment and she fixed her gaze on her target. "I wouldn't want to shoot you in the foot," she breathed. A little chuckle left her mouth and she pulled the trigger. The sound, like it had before, made her jump back just the slightest bit. Her back leaned against Bellamy and her eyes moved to look up at his face. She wasn't quite sure that she knew if the bullet made the target or not. Bellamy Blake || HAAARMONY!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harpermcintyre

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy's initial goal had been to help Harper hold the gun in a somewhat comfortable, strategic and effective manner. But by the time everything was in place and she actually fired the gun, Bellamy wasn't looking straight ahead, nor did he have any idea as to where the bullet actually ended up. It sounded like it hit the target, but his gaze was more fixated on Harper's face. On how her body and jerked back into his chest from the impact of the gun. His tongue ran over his lips for a moment, his eyes falling down to her lips for a brief second before they slowly trailed back to her eyes. One of his hands was on her shoulder, the other in an equally unnecessary place, casually rested on her hip.

He didn't even know how it got there. Perhaps an instinctive reaction to her moving against him. "That was good," he said in a low voice, not breaking eye contact. The underlying tone of his words indicating that he wasn't exactly talking about the bullets. Finally snapping out of the moment, he moved his hands off her body and shifted his position a little, breaking the contact of their gaze . . . but his mind was already filled with possibility. "You know if you wanna train in a more private place, my tent is available." An open proposition, that he wasn't even trying to be subtle with. Why bother? He knew this place was small enough that people were aware of his certain nightly activities. Besides, people loved to gossip. He moved a couple of steps toward the pile of guns. "So either you can keep practicing here. Or we can move somewhere else." To the place he just suggested, leaving her with the choice, and without the pressure.

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Somehow Bellamy's hands were both rested on her body. Harper assumed it was because she'd fallen against him. He needed to steady himself, of course. No, she knew it was more than that. She could see him. She lifted her eyebrows and settled into a lazy grin as she watched him. His tongue. His eyes. While she hadn't expected her teasing and flirting to actually go anywhere, she really shouldn't have been surprised that it did. It was Bellamy after all. She guessed that thought should have turned her off but really, she didn't care. It wasn't like there were better choices hanging around the camp and she definitely hadn't had any sort of opportunities while locked up in the Skybox.  She was disappointed to break away from Bellamy but it was well made up for with his preposition. She had the choice there. She lightly chewed on her bottom lip as she thought. The idea of the invitation had seemed very appealing a moment before but now that she was snapped out of the moment she paused to give it a thought. One thought. Then she slid her teeth off her lip and looked up at Bellamy. "I wouldn't want to turn down that extra training." She stepped towards the pile of guns as Bellamy had done and glanced down at them for only a second. The gun she had been holding, with the safety on, landed down next to the pile. Bellamy Blake || (notes)

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harpermcintyre

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Harper accepted his offer, saying that she didn't want to miss that extra training, though there was clear understanding in her tone as to what he actually meant by that. A slight smirk played on the male's features as he gave a bit of a nod. "Alright then." Now that he knew the direction of this, he decided that they could afford a little more time with what they were doing. Training. But part of it, was that he wanted to get her adrenaline pumping. He wanted her to feel the release of the trigger, to get amped up without being reckless. Besides, if she still wanted to come to his tent, that adrenaline pumping through ones veins could certainly add to vigor of physical intimacy. That, was secondary however.

When the inevitable battle with the Grounders came, they was going to be gunfire everywhere. Bellamy wanted the others to be in control of themselves, despite the adrenaline and panic that would ensue. When she set her weapon down, Bellamy handed her another one; one that he knew was loaded with a few bullets and handed it to her. "Do it again," he instructed. "This time, don't overthink it, but aim for your target." He didn't help her get in position, he wanted to see if she could do it herself.

He just handed her the gun expectantly. "When you pull the trigger, keep a strong grasp on the weapon, ground your feet. Brace your body for the impact. You lean back too much, you might lose balance." He had been behind her -- which he had quite enjoyed when she leaned into him from the impact of pulling the trigger. But he wanted her to be firmly standing in place. "Just go for it," he said, giving her that freedom to really let go with the weapon, aimed at the board . . . and just fire away.

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Harper raised her eyebrows in question as Bellamy picked up another gun to hand to her but just shrugged as she took it from him. "Okay." If he wanted to train more first, that was fine with her. She really did need all the practice she could get with a gun, as uncomfortable as it made her feel. As she listened to his instructions, she adjusted her grip on the gun, lifting her arm and straightening the gun. Her knuckles were white again with the grip she had on the weapon. She couldn't be sure if she was doing everything correctly but it felt about the same as when she had held it last, without the presence of Bellamy's helping hand. "Maybe you'll see the shot this time," she teased with a grin as she focused on the board. She tried not too think too much, to shot without any hesitation from thought. It wasn't an easy thing to do. Her eyes stayed on the target and her feet pushed down in hopes that she would stay steady. She fired. The bullet hit the board, not where she had been intending it to but it hit it nonetheless. The impact of the ran through her arm but she did her best to keep standing and still. "I know I actually hit something now," she said, glancing at Bellamy in the corner of her eye. Expecting the force of the shot had made it easier. With her feet still flat on the ground, she shot again with a little more confidence. She grinned as the second bullet made contact with the board also. There was something really satisfying to watching the bullet slice through the board leaving a hole in its wake. Her feet parted slightly further on the ground to steady herself better than she had been. "So, that was perfect?" She dropped her arm and turned to look at Bellamy. The gun still didn't feel comfortable in her grasp, not by a long shot but she definitely felt a bit more confident that with work outs and lots of training with Bellamy, she might actually become good at using the weapon. Bellamy Blake || Why was this post so hard to write? SORRY IF IT SUCKS

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harpermcintyre

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy watched Harper, taking in her current positioning of the gun and stance. He gave a faint smirk when she teased him about seeing the shot this time. When she fired, his eyes moved to the board to see where the impact was. "Yeah and it wasn't my foot," he teased bluntly, though there was a humor in his words, referencing her earlier joke about shooting his foot. She then took position again, and fired once more, hitting the board for the second time. "Looks a lot better," he commented. "You're in more control of yourself when firing." She wasn't recoiling from the imapct of the bullet's release. She was better grounded.

"Your footing is much better," he added on. When she asked if it was perfect, folded his arms acrosshis chest, looking at her. "If I said that it was, means you can't improve. Which isn't the case." Hell, Bellamy even knew that he wasn't perfect. And he wasn't one to offer false words of praise. "I will say that you've improved since the last time. A hell of a lot." That, was something that he could say with sincere certainty. "How do you feel?" He asked, wondering if there was any adrenaline pumping through her, or if she was still feeling self conscious, or . . . well, anything else that she may be experiencing with holding a gun. The feeling would be entirely different when they aimed to kill. Killing someone, was a completely different act to cope with.

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Harper gave a huffed out laugh, having heard his comment in between shots. "Probably wouldn't have slowed you down much if I had hit your foot." She grinned and nodded along as he spoke. She definitely felt more in control of herself and that was proven by the fact that she was still standing steady. Bellamy mustn't have understood her perfect comment as the joke she had meant it to be but she appreciated him being truthful about his feedback. It would help her to improve and she could be pretty straightforward and blunt in her own way as well. She teased and made jokes but she didn't like to sugar-coat things when she was being serious. Seeing that in Bellamy gave her more respect for him, it also made even more attractive. If it were even possible for the guy to be anymore attractive to her than he already was. "It's good to hear from you that I've improved," she said in complete sincerity, "I could have been a lost cause falling on everyone all the time." It was funny how something she could fix easily with a change in her stance could have felt so hopeless before it was fixed. Although it hadn't been the worst of problems to have, falling on someone like Bellamy no matter the situation definitely had a good side to it. "Hmm..." she hummed as she thought. How did she feel? Well, a few different things. There was definitely a bit of a thrill, the satisfaction over having hit the target with the gun, but there was also a lot of discomfort using the weapon and knowing what it was. Mixed with the ache in her arm that was starting from holding the weapon as she was now. "Good and bad. There was something exciting about hitting that target, even in the discomfort." Harper shrugged but her face was lit up as it had been since she had been shooting. If nothing else, she was feeling something new. It was a new experience. She tried not to let her discomfort cause her to overthink it. Also, she was obviously feeling something else standing there looking at Bellamy. That didn't need to be said, however. Bellamy Blake || Oh look, a post!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @harpermcintyre

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy once again, listened carefully to her response, mentally putting together what areas they would need to specifically train with. He gave a slight smirk when she teased that a shot foot wouldn't slow him down. "Let's not put that theory to the test," he joked . . . though with obvious truth to his statement. He would prefer, not having a bullet infested foot. She then explained that it was both exciting and still uncomfortable, though it seemed the familiarity with firing was helping ease some of that discomfort. It was an excellent start, and something he knew would get better as time went on. "You sure as hell aren't a lost cause," he assured her, wanting to build her confidence. Empowering the others was extremely important to Bellamy.

"That discomfort will pass." Physically. The emotional discomfort, Bellamy couldn't really help with. Although, he had other ways of assisting with that sort fo thing. "If you're ready to blow off some more steam," he then added on, his words leaving little room to be misunderstood. He began to gather up the guns, obviously not leaving them out here unguarded. "If you're still up for it, head over to my tent. I'll be there in a few." A way to ensure she didn't feel pressured; an out if she wanted to take it.

Bellamy wasn't about to make anyone feel pressured to do anything with him. He was fairly clear in the non committal aspect of these hook ups. He couldn't make any exceptions. Leaving her to make the choice, he headed over to the drop ship with the guns in hand, and set them in their spot. Raven was in there so he quickly spoke to her about how many bullets they fired, and tried to figure out how many bullets she had so far. After the short conversation, Bellamy headed over to his tent, opening the flap to see if Harper was in there or not.