Blondes Have More Fun

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG It had been a long, long time since Harper could remember having plans to spend time with Clarke. As she fought with the muddy laces on her shoes to get them tied she wondered just how awkward the day could turn out to be. Before Harper had been sent to the Skybox for stealing, no matter whether she had actually stolen anything or not, she had spent a lot of her time with Clarke. They had been in the same class so all the times she did turn up for classes, she would spend with Clarke and the rest of the friends she had made. She could even remember homework dates, spending time in Clarke's family's apartment, which had always amazed her as it had been so much different to her own, to complete homework and vice-versa. With that history an assumption could be made that it would be a happy day where old friends were finally together again but Harper found herself quite nervous that it would be anything but. With her laces finally tied, she stood up in her tent and grabbed her bag to bring with her to help carry the collected herbs in. She definitely needed to wash some of her clothes, particularly her shoes, before they became indistinguishable from the mud everywhere else. Maybe she would get a chance to do that today. Thinking about muddy shoes put her mind off of her worries over whom she was spending the day with. Really, no matter how much they had changed, she had no reason to overly worry. Clarke had been nice and happy about them spending time together, she had even been the one to originally suggest it. Harper was just feeling unsure of what could happen and funneling that into unneeded and worrisome thoughts. Chucking her bag over her shoulder, Harper walked out of her tent and to the edge of their little camp where her and Clarke had agreed to meet. She greeted a couple of the others as she walked through the camp, a little surprised at just how active everyone was already. It was extremely early in the day for a bunch of teenagers to be awake, she could imagine the jokes that her mother would have made. She had no mercy when it came to making fun of teenagers. It was a positive sight to Harper, though, even if she also loved to sleep. As she caught sight of Clarke, she smiled and waved at the other blonde. "Hey," she greeted, pointing to the bag on her shoulder. "I thought another bag might help us."  Clarke Griffin || I suck at starters so here you gooooo!

[Clarke Griffin]

The sky box changed people. Many kids were there unjustly. Clarke herself was in the skybox for having knowledge she wasn’t supposed to have, knowledge she didn’t ask for, knowledge she didn’t even had the chance to intend on using. She had meant well and was punished severely for it. Simply for being a daughter who listened to her father. And her father had been killed for trying to save them all. By her own mother. That alone was a very good reason the change, drastically at that to. Clarke was no longer the same. With Wells gone, her life and world once more shifted. Her oldest friend and balance was gone. Maybe that was part of why she had now asked to spend time with Harper. 

She knew that the skybox probably changed her, too. Harper had been through a lot. Harper was a deeply good girl – more woman now – ad she knew that whatever she did, it had to have a good reason. Maybe she was a victim of unfair laws and rules, too. Harper was a last link to a better life for Clarke. At the moment the ground was scary, stressful with so much to do. She was the only one with a bit more extensive medical knowledge, so Clarke felt responsible for them. With kids like Monty and Jasper, who knew a thing or two about herbs – and sadly no longer Wells who was ace at herbology – she felt confident to be able to help the basic needs. The not so basic ones worried her, which was why she wanted to go out to get some herbs, with Harper. Clarke spent the morning looking after a kids fever – she suspected it was a simple cold, so Clarke was only half ready, then again they didn’t have much to take with them. Clarke had a bag, a net and a knife and that was all she could bring at that moment.

It seemed like Harper thought way more ahead of her. She pointed to the bag she brough, which made Clarke smile. So at least the cheerful greeting and great thinking hadn’t changed. It gave her confidence that not too much changed. At least she hoped so. “Great idea. That’ll hopefully come in handy.” The more the better. The more they could carry now, the less they would have to get at a later point. “So do we want to go? We have to go to the river where Wells found some seaweed. We need more of that, it’s good with wounds. And then whatever we can find. You weren’t bad in herbs, right?”

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Clarke looked a lot different than she had when the two girls were younger. She was older, obviously, but she also stood with an air of maturity - and worry - that made Harper worry that Clarke had grown up more so than Harper had. Being a few months off of her eighteenth birthday, Harper sometimes felt as if she were still the fifteen year old whom got arrested and put in the Skybox. Lost. Immature. With a healthy portion of self-serving habits. From what Harper had seen of Clarke since they had landed on Earth, she was completely opposite to that. She knew what to do, how to stay alive. She acted mature and had immediately stepped up into position as a leader of the group. And Clarke was anything but self-serving.  That didn't mean that Harper and Clarke wouldn't get along. Harper could hope it didn't. The other girl was prepared for their trip with a couple of tools that would help them to collect herbs. Harper was happy to see that as apart from the bag Harper hadn't been too sure what to bring. It would likely be a helpful thing that Harper did have a knife on her, in the back pocket of her jeans. It was one that she had recently come to always carry with her, especially with the level of violence that had broken out many times in the camp. Whereas Harper wasn't a dangerous criminal, she knew that there would be well and truly more than more of them in their mist. Everyone on Earth as a criminal, it was the type of crime that often worried Harper.  At Clarke's mention of going to a river, Harper could think of nothing more than the fact that she could probably wash some of the mud off her shoes. She wasn't going to mention that to Clarke, it seemed like a bit of a pointless thing when they were collected herbs for the greater good, but she definitely kept it in mind. And at the mention of whether Harper had been good at herbs or not, she gave a non-committal answer. "I was okay at it." That, Harper doubted, was the answer that Clarke had been hoping for. Truthfully, Harper had been okay at the subject but she also had missed a lot of classes on the Ark and wouldn't want to bet the health of others on her own knowledge of herbs. "We'll start with that seaweed." Giving Clarke a slight nod, she started off towards the camp's gate. Clarke Griffin || This wasn't too hard to write! xD

[Clarke Griffin]

Okay at it was good enough for their purposes. They would manage. Clarke had ways to test immediate danger and really anything beyond that was guessing, but at least she was doing something about how they were living at this point. They were not given any proper supplies by the Ark, an indicator of how this was a suicide mission. They Ark had not expected them to survive on the ground. They had to find a way. With who they were, they had a possibility to make it work against all odds. But it was a slim chance. Clarke was determined to take it, though. 

"We will manage." She assured with a gentle smile. Seeing Harper again after such a long time, after almost a year of both being locked in the skybox but unable to see each other, was strange to say the least, but she didn't want this to start as weird. If she wanted to remain at least friendly with her friend, she had to be friendly. There was no way Harper could remain friendly, if she wasn't. She wondered if she should warn her that she might be emotional about it. It was the last thing she had done with Wells. The loss was still fresh, he unfair treatment she gave him, made her all the more determined to be nice to Harper.

Clarke shouldered her bag properly and marched towards the gate, keeping her steps in Harpers pace. For a moment she wondered what she could say? How would you greed your friend that you haven't talked to in over a year? How could you reconnect? In the end nothing came to her mind. So all that was left for Clarke was to just go through the awkwardness of not having a witty question for her friend.

"So how have you been?" She asked. "I imagine the sky box was... not easy on everyone?" It certainly wasn't on her. She was in solitary, had only kept sane due to some not so legal art supplies. 



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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Clarke's answer that they would manage left Harper to do nothing but shrug in non-committal way. Harper agreed with Clarke, to a degree. They would manage and they would get that seaweed at least, then depending on how much Clarke remembered and if Harper had any lucky moments, they might even be able to find some other stuff that would help them in keeping everyone in the camp healthy. There was a thought on her mind about why Clarke had decided to bring her, though. Harper could imagine that, even in a crowd of criminals, there would be others with a more solid knowledge to help with collecting the herbs. From the top of her head she could pick out Finn. Out of all the delinquents, he seemed to have the best knowledge about Earth skills. That was the gossip that had been going around, at least. Harper could only take it that Clarke wanted to spend time with her, which she could then only hope wouldn't become as awkward as she felt it might become. Because that isn't an awkward question at all, Harper thought. How had she been? She'd been a lot of things. Her answer to the question was put off as they got to the gate. Harper gave a smile to the person who was guarding at as the opened it to allow Clarke and herself to exit the camp. Once out of the camp, Harper paused to let Clarke go ahead. She wasn't completely sure which direction would take her to the river so she knew it would be best if Clarke led to the way for them. It would really make the whole situation more awkward if Harper managed to get them both lost. As she looked around at their surroundings, she found the trees looked more familiar than the last time she had been there. It was a good sign, she knew, that she was able to recognise the little details and start to become familiar with her surroundings. As Clarke led the way, Harper's mind went back to her question. "Can't imagine it would've been worse for me than you," she said, referring to the fact that Clarke had been put into solitude. Harper shivered at the thought, she had been so thankful about the fact that prisoners got the chance to socailise in the Skybox, and that she even got a roommate to keep her sane. The thought of being in solitude, especially for how long Clarke had been there, it sounded like a torturous way to spend your time waiting to be floated. "I've been...fine. Been surviving." She shrugged again and regretted it quickly. With every shrug she gave, she could feel the situation growing more and more awkward. "Apart from, like, the grounders, Earth's been great. Lots of fun to be had in between the hell."  Clarke Griffin || Awwwwkwaarrrd

[Clarke Griffin]

Lots of fun to be had, Clarke wished she could agree. She could see it be fun for the others. For her it was deeply troubling so far. Wells was gone. Her longest friend was gone. But she still had Harper. At the moment Clarke didn't know where they stood, but she was a positive memory from the past and she hoped she could cling to this, now that a lot of what she knew had been shattered by her mother for example. Clarke smiled sadly.
"It's not so much fun for me." She admitted. She wanted it to be. She wanted to let loose and just be young again, have fun again. It was hard after roughly a year all alone with only drawings to keep her company. Drawings weren't good friends she found, sadly.

"I miss Wells." She hardly missed him in the skybox, because back then she was so mad at him. Now she knew better. Now she regretted it so much. Now there was no way to get Wells back. And she mourned, but couldn't. So much was happening. Jasper. Grounders. Clarke had not figured out how to rest, so she was grateful for this moment. To get the chance to reconnect with Harper, someone she valued so very much. "Once we'll have everything secure and the Ark safe I can probably relax." She suspected. She hoped she was right. But what if it never stopped.

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG While Harper wished Clarke could have given any answer other than the one she gave, it wasn't a surprise to her at all. Since they had arrived on Earth, Clarke had quickly stepped up into a position of leadership. At first, not even Harper had liked that fact. They had all fought against it and made Clarke's life a lot harder than it should have been. While Harper hadn't made any particular efforts to fight against Clarke's position and her attempts at creating order, she hadn't exactly helped her either. For that, Harper wondered if she should have felt bad but then, there was nothing that could be done about that now. Harper's motto on Earth had been to live each new day as it came. That was why she was here with Clarke, that was why she had mentioned to Bellamy her willingness to help fight, and why she tried flirting without a care about what people thought. Harper looked down at the ground in front of her at Clarke's mention of Wells. They had been close on the Ark and Harper knew how Clarke and Wells had been best friends. It was difficult to know what to do because of that, to know how she could possibly comfort Clarke in her mourning. Harper had never really met anyone before that looked comfortable at the mention of death and mourning. "I'm sorry about what happened," Harper said, looking up at Clarke with a mostly blank face. What else could she do or say? For Clarke's hopeful comment, Harper hoped it would be true. A small smile surfaced on Harper's face and she nodded slightly. "Yeah, hopefully you'll be able to relax and have some fun like the rest of us sooner rather than later." There was obvious suggestion in Harper's voice from the type of fun she was referring to. Of course there were many other sorts of fun to be had but the delinquents seemed to favourite a particular type of fun. As Harper stepped over a tree root, she noticed some flowers growing at the base of the tree. She paused, crouching down to pick two of them and standing back up to face Clarke. The flowers were beautiful, small enough to both fit in the palm of Harper's hand. They were violet in colour, the petals almost white near the centre of the flower and darkening out to the ends. They were pretty and they looked fun, too. Who didn't love flowers? She was sure that all of the delinquents did, with the fact that every flower was new to them. To Harper at least, flowers were one of her favourite things about Earth. It was hard to believe that such beautiful things could really exist. "Here's a bit of fun," Harper said, a grin on her face as she reached up to put one of the flowers in Clarke's hair behind her ear. She placed the other flower in her own hair.  Clarke Griffin || Harper's trying to cheer her up a bit (:

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke watched Harper coruch to pick up a flower. She was confused. What were those for? They were purple - or whatever the shade was called, Clarke hadn't been involved in shades of colors for such a long time, she forgot the names. They seemed utterly pointless to her at the moment. Why did you need a different name for the shades of red blood could show? It was blood. It was dangerous. It was bad in any case. And purple couldn't be good either.  Purple looked like a color animals and plants would use to alarm someone of a poison. That was until Clarke saw the shape when Harper turned and proceeded to put them into their hair. It looked decorative, almost beautiful. 

Clarke touched the delicate thing softly. It was soft beneath her finger. She couldn't hold back. "Can you believe that our ancestors kept flowers because they were beautiful? They had no other use, but being beautiful. And they tended to them every day." It sounded like such a wonderful concept to Clarke. They tended to the flowers when they could. And cared for them. Now it was all about survival. But those flowers weren't. Maybe they could bring some back to the dropship in the future. Bring some beauty to it. And some beauty to the graves. "Thank you." The blonde whispered with a soft smile. "It looks gorgeous on you."



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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Harper took notice of the fact that when she first turned around to face Clarke with the flowers that the other girl looked confused. It was weird, really, to see Clarke look confused. The expression seemed foreign on her face, especially now that they were on Earth and Harper was used to seeing her step up and take on the confidence of a leader. It almost seemed a bit intimate to see the bit of confusion before Clarke's face relaxed. Then, the way that Clarke's face relaxed into a smile. That was definitely a nicer expression to see and Harper was a lot happier to see it. Especially when it was accompanied by the flower in her hair. The flower looked pretty and Clarke looked pretty as well, they were a good match. Not that Harper should have been thinking about that. The point of this trip was to go gathering and with the awkward point their relationship was at, Harper shouldn't have been letting her old feelings for the girl get in her way. "I can see why they would want to keep them," Harper said, eyes on Clarke's face, rather than the flower in her hair. So maybe her old feelings were popping up and maybe it was becoming a little difficult to ignore them, especially with the flower thing happening. Then, Harper knew she really shouldn't have been thinking about Clarke in that way. They had broken up when Harper had been sent to the skybox and for all Harper knew, Clarke just thought of her as a criminal. Of course, now they were both criminals. Although from what Harper knew, Clarke was put in for a lot better reason than her. It was still possible that Clarke just saw her as a low-life, proven by the fact that she never visited Clarke when she was put into lockup. Yeah, Harper shouldn't bother flirting with her. There wasn't any point. "So we should probably keep going," Harper said, any trace of a smile gone from her face.  Clarke Griffin || Harper's in a great mood!

[Clarke Griffin]

They really should get going. They really should get to find those herbs. They were needed, more than anything else right now. With what could happen on the ground, with the potential sicknesses they were no longer immune to, Clarke knew every second might count. But she did want this to be with Harper, too. To speak to a friend at the very least and fix what could be fixed. She moved on, walking to the general direction of where she felt like the herbs should be. Finally, though, she spoke.

"I wanted to visit you." She began finally. She didn't want it to end the way it ended. She wanted for this to end nicer. In the end both of them were criminals. "But Councillor Griffin found it very inappropriate for her daughter to visit a criminal." Clarke didn't care about that. Clarke knew that Harpers position forced her. She didn't do it because she wanted to. And she wanted to visit, but at the end of the day, she believed her mother. At the end of the day, she didn't know what her mother would do to her and her father. "Councillor Griffin also killed my father in the end." She pointed out. "I shouldn't have listened to her. But... I used to be a good daughter."

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG The silence went on for a while and Harper found it the most uncomfortable silence she had experienced in a while. There were a couple of times that Harper wanted to speak up, to question Clarke and ask her why she had decided to even come with her gathering but each time she kept her mouth shut and decided that it wasn't worth asking. Harper just kept walking, following in whatever direction Clarke was taking them in. Eventually it was Clarke that spoke, starting with words that Harper couldn't say she had expected to hear. Not at all. Her eyes widened and she looked over at Clarke's face, trying to make out if this was some sort of joke or if she was being serious. "In the skybox?" Harper asked even though she knew exactly what Clarke meant. What else could she be talking about. Clarke continued on, telling Harper how it had been her mother's decision and not her own, putting all the blame on someone who was not her. Harper almost wanted to make a rude comment just because she felt grumpy, just because she had managed to destroy her own good mood but then Clarke said something that Harper really hadn't known. "She got your father floated?" Harper asked, again asking a question where the answer was obvious. What else could she do but ask the questions? Both statements had left Harper surprised and both had come unexpectedly. At least it made more sense to her why Clarke had brought her out here. At least there was that, and if she was telling the truth, it might open up the possibility for a good thing between them. Harper let the silence go on for a few moments after Clarke finished speaking. "You didn't even visit me once to break things off, you just never came." That was the worst of it, really, that she hadn't even bothered to make that final visit. Clarke Griffin

[Clarke Griffin]

"I know." And looking back she should have come. Looking back she should have done a lot of things differently, to protect her father, but he loved her mother, too. So how could she protect him from the woman who was meant to be his loving wife, who was meant to have his back but in the end didn't? She had no idea. How could her mother do that to them? How could she give him up? They promised to be by his side. She promised to love and cherish him. And she didn't. She had him killed and her locked up.

"I though my mom was right." She grew up thinking her mom was always right. She was doctor Griffin. She saved lives. How could she not be right? IT didn't even occour to Clarke that maybe her mom might be wrong. That maybe her mom was just human, too. Now she knew better. A lot better. "I chose to listen to her. She was always right before. This time she wasn't." It was sadly as simple as that. This time her mother had ruined everything. She had killed her father and had helped Clarke hurt her friend. "I'm sorry. I never question her but I should have."

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Harper listened to Clarke speak, feeling any remnants of a good mood drop from the atmosphere around them. The flowers were out of mind and a topic come up that Harper didn't know if she wanted to deal with. It was good, yeah, to hear that it hadn't really been Clarke that had left her, but that her mother had forced it. It gave hope. But Harper didn't know if she even wanted that hope. Clarke and Harper were such different people with such different goals, they would never work again. They could be friends, yeah, but why would Clarke hold any reason to want to be friends with a criminal like herself? "It's fine," was all Harper said for a while. Walking in silence, she just didn't know what to say because she didn't know what she wanted. She could forgive Clarke, sure, but what would happen after that? Harper glanced over at Clarke, her eyes automatically going to rest on the flower that was still in her hair. "Why did you ask me to come with you today?" Harper asked, her eyes still on the flower. Her hand lifted to the flower in her own hair, taking it out carefully and just looking down at it in her hand as she paused in her walking. "To tell me that? To get my forgiveness?" There was a soft tone to her voice. She wasn't trying to be mean or rude, she just wanted to know. To know what Clarke was thinking so she knew what she could be thinking herself. Twisting the stem of the flower between her fingers, Harper started to walk again, watching the ground at her feet rather than looking up at Clarke.  Clarke Griffin

[Clarke Griffin]

Why did she ask her to come? Wasn’t it obvious? Wasn’t it easy? Out here feelings were difficult and different. Out here there were people betraying each other, people killing each other, people making little sense. Out here things were so different from their usual lives. Some few things were constants and Clarkes desire to take Harper came from way before they ever had feelings from each other, from back when they were just friend. Harper was special long before they shared a kiss and she remained special even now. 

“Because of old times.” Clarke admitted. “Because you are far less complicated than the others.” And in the end that was what they needed. She didn’t care about delicacies right now, just survival. “Because you get the job done and I can trust you. Right now I’m not so sure about that with some of the others. But I trust you. I trust you to get the job done. And I trust you not to be such a weird grave ‘We’re all gonna die’ person.” Because she never was. She was realistic, not pessimistic in her initial off-set.

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