Bros before - well sisters before bros

[Gena Martin]

Gena came early to her shift. With how hectic everything had been, she appreciated how things had settled down, how she could spend time with the people she cared about. She even got to reunite with people she knew on the Ark, Bellamy for example. And it seemed like they were getting closer by the day. She loved it, but it also gave her something to look forward to, most days, namely Bellamys arrival at the bar, just like he did back on the Ark, for other reasons however. Now it was to visit her. Tonight it was unlikely he would appear as he was off on a mission. And missions sometimes took all night. Even if he came back in time, he'd be way too tired to come.

So Gena went to work early, intending to finish late, to get some cleaning done without distractions, but she knew herself, she was always easily distracted by people. Today seemed to be no exception. As Gena was getting ready to mix the first drinks, her eyes fell onto a blonde she had seen often enough. Harper, if she remembered correctly. With all the new people she met, she confused a lot of them, still. They were all new to her after all. 
She poured a drink for the girl before setting it down in front of her. "It's on the house." The curly haired said, laughing as basically everything was on the house here anyway. "How was your day, Harper?"



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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Never in her life had Harper imagined her muscles could hurt as much as they did. Training was teaching a lot of things, one of those was existence of muscles that she had never needed to know of before. It was weird, Harper thought, that she was in so much pain then and she hadn't been back in the times of the Dropship. She could remember the work it had been, running around on Earth for the first time, the amount of walking that she had never had to do before then, yet it was nothing compared to the work she now was doing as she trained in hand-to-hand combat. Long days, a lot of sparring and often times with people who were much stronger than her. It really didn't surprise Harper too much that she left each day feeling sore and sorry, ready to sleep early and sleep long. That day, however, no matter how sore she felt, she had decided to get a drink and let herself do something that didn't revolve around training. As Harper walked inside she felt the warmth that came with people and alcohol, a stark contrast to the chilly winds that had been cutting through her jacket as she had walked around outside and even through the more outer rooms. She let herself pause for a moment near the door, eyes scanning the large room for anyone who she knew and might be interested in talking to. It was true that Harper felt like she didn't have enough time to keep up with all the people she wanted to, with all the training she was doing. She was friends with so many of the other delinquents, being one to enjoy the company of others, yet she was lucky if she could catch up with two different people seriously in a week. With all her hope, she found that the room was mostly empty and there wasn't any one person in particular that she was interested in chatting to. With that, Harper went straight to the bar. Even if there wasn't anyone to chat to, she could still have her drink. Who knew maybe people would turn up later. It was still quite early in the night. She had hardly even gotten up to the bar when the bartender saw her and poured her a drink. Harper did know the bartender, she racked through her mind, coming up with Gena for her name. She had talked with her before but not often. Often times when Harper came in, Gena's attention was fully on Bellamy and Harper didn't want to get in the way of that. Bellamy deserved something good and from what Harper had seen of their interactions, Gena was definitely something good for him. At Gena's comment, Harper smiled, a laugh in her eyes. "Thanks." She picked up the glass, taking a sip of the liquid before placing it back on the counter. "It was long," Harper simply said with a laugh. "Been training. What about you?" Gena Martin || This is gonna be a fun thread.

[Gena Martin]

Gena smiled. The girl was a sweet one. Like Monroe. Monroe seemed, to her, the one with the crazier ideas, but Harper was definitely a girl full of action as well. It was a good thing. She could charm people and didn't even seem to realize the aura she had. She was a sweet one. And she was the kind of sweet one that would ask others about their days, even though there was no logical way their days were as excting as her own. She was training to become a guard, a very essential part to their society. Gena on the other hand, well she could mix stuff together to make drinks and food. That was in no way as essential and important as was what Harper was doing. Still it was sweet of the girl to ask Gena of her day.

"It kind of only just started." Gena pointed out. Working late at night - open end sometimes - meant she had to stay awake until the early hours. Once or twice she had even seen the sun rise before she had been allowed to go to bed. Tonight might be one of those nights actually. It could become easily very busy. The weather wasn't exactly the kind of weather that encouraged people to go out and spend their energy that way, lot of people could and probably would come in looking for distractions and many drinks. That was why Gena had only gotten up a few hours ago. "Working the nights means you get to get up late and go to bed late. I once saw you guys start your training while I slouched back towards my bed. I'm a certified night owl."

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG When Gena mentioned that her day had only just started, Harper nodded, understanding how that would be so. The night was early and there weren't many people around yet so Harper could easily assume that it was near the beginning of Gena's shift. That seemed like a stark contrast to Harper's life that involved getting up early in the morning for training and usually having to force herself to bed at a still reasonable hour to make sure she wasn't too tired by the morning. It wasn't much of a surprise that she didn't know Gena well, really, knowing that they were living on completely different schedules and that when they could have been talking, Gena's attention usually seemed to be taken by Bellamy. Harper happened to know that he was off on a mission, having had seen him leave the camp earlier that day with a small group of guards. She guessed that left her with a good opportunity to get to know Gena. Harper definitely loved the idea of getting to know new people. At the mention of Gena having seen them start training once on her way to bed, Harper laughed lightly. Yeah, they definitely lived on opposite time schedules. "To make that sound better, we start way to early sometimes," Harper said, grinning and taking a sip of her drink. "I don't even know if I'm alive some days when training starts, I feel like I sleep train for the first hour or so." That was definitely the truth. Harper hated early mornings and had faced some difficulties with the crazy start times for training. Always the main training sessions as well, at least when she trained one-on-one she could organise a sane time with the other person. "So, how does someone get a job as cool as yours?" Harper asked. Sleeping in and staying up late did sound like the dream. "Becoming a certified night owl sounds great." Gena Martin

[Gena Martin]

Gena smirked. Sleep training didn't sound too unfamiliar. Early mornings weren't easy on everyone. Some were not happy with it and she knew she would probably struggle with it hard. She was luckily happy with her job. Back on the Ark she had started to love it when she helped her mother gather leftovers for those who needed it. It was all approved as waste wasn't good, even on the ark. It was better and good to share that way. That was honestly her favorite part about her work, especially on the Ark. Now the system had changed and everyone just got what they needed - if they had it. 

"It's not such a big story, actually." Gena admitted with a laugh. "It's my parents. They've been in this path and I just picked up the cooking spoon as well. The mixing of drinks just came when I discovered that with other flavors some food tasted better, too. So yeah, I kinda fell into it. How about you? I heard you haven't exactly been guard material on the Ark. What changed on the ground? You make a pretty great guard." Had she gotten the chance on the Ark, she would have bet that she would have nailed that as well. 

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG As Gena gave her answer, Harper took a sip of her drink and listened. The laugh that Gena made had Harper smiling, always loving the sound of laughter no matter who it was making it. After everything that had happened since coming to Earth and all the danger that Harper had started to believe she would always be in, it was always such a treat to hear real laughter. It was the sound of happiness and a sound that only really followed safety. Laughter and genuine smiles were two of Harper's favourite things to appreciate on other people. "That's such a...normal way to get into a job," Harper said with a small laugh of her own. It was a stark contrast to the conditions that made Harper into a guard, that was for sure. Harper almost wanted to ask Gena if her parents still worked in cooking but decided against it, biting her tongue as she realised how much that question could back fire. There was never any way of knowing if someone's family had made it to Earth of not and Harper didn't want to destroy the conversation. "Pretty simple, really," Harper began in answering Gena's question. No, she had definitely not been guard material on the Ark. Sneaking around, stealing information to swap for things, skipping school and even spending some time smoking pot with Jasper. All those things made Harper anything but guard material. The ground changed people, though, and in her eyes it wasn't a surprise that she had become a shooter and now was part of the guard. "There were a lot of dangerous things around when we got to Earth -- grounders, animals. Learning to shoot was a good way to protect myself and Bellamy thought he saw potential in me." She shrugged slightly, keeping a smile on her face. "Was bound to happen. A lot of us became soldiers," she added. Even if Harper tended to view it like she never would have been able to go in a different direction, she did love her job. It made her feel strong, feel needed and she wasn't bad at it. "At least things are calm now." Gena Martin

[Gena Martin]

"Maybe one day we won't need soldiers anymore." Gena suggested. Maybe one day war was over. But for now it was a ceasefire. Nobody, not a single person Gena knew, trusted the peace around. Maybe there was the chance of it for the future. But she couldn't imagine it would work without more bloodshed. The other culture was based on war after all. And their own ancestors had thrived on war, had, in a way, fought one even in space. One would have thought they would learn from the horrors of the past, of what wiped out humanity in the first place. It didn't appear so. Not even them who had access to some of the old records. Some were lost for good it seemed. Unless the world surprised them in another way. 


"What would you do if you weren't a soldier?" She then asked. Once all of them had dreams. Gena had been lucky with her. Helping people, feeding them, making them happy had always been part of her dreams. It was easy to achieve that with her parents. Others weren't as fortunate. Others also dreamed a lot bigger than she did. And yet she didn't stop to strive to become better in her field. Now on the ground food and drinks were different. She could learn more, create more and maybe one day food was the least of their worries again. "What did you want to become when you were younger?"



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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG There wasn't anything Harper could do in response to Gena's comment but shrug her shoulders and take another sip of her drink. In all honesty, Harper found it impossible to imagine a world where they didn't need soldiers. If it wasn't grounders as a threat, something else would appear to try and kill them. Harper couldn't even believe that everyone in Arkadia was good enough to not cause trouble because she had already seen trouble makers in her workings as a guard so far. By then Harper was beginning to believe that Earth couldn't be peaceful, only in small moments and the little things. The big picture was anything but good. They had "peace" but not many people trusted it would last and while Harper would like it if it would, she didn't hold much hope. Hope was something difficult to hold onto sometimes, especially when everything that could go wrong seemed to go wrong. The last time Harper had held hope...well, that was Mount Weather. "Maybe work behind the bar with you," Harper joked, laughing lightly before she shrugged her shoulders again. What would Harper do if she wasn't on the guard? She really had no idea. It wasn't like she had made any real effort at thinking about her future on the Ark, she was very present focused, and she hadn't found anything that she was particularly talented at either. Being a guard, well, she was good at that and that was why she had been happy to stick with the job when she had made it to Arkadia. "I don't know, I didn't think about it." She took another sip of her drink, using the opportunity to avoid Gena's eyes and any reaction she would get to what she had said. Saying it out loud, it sounded almost selfish. But then, it didn't really matter, she thought as she looked back up at the other girl, she had something that she did now. Being a guard was an important thing. "Did you ever think about doing something else?" Gena Martin

[Gena Martin]

Gena giggled at her suggestion to work with her behind the bar. That was actually really sweet. She felt her cheeks heat up a little, as a light blush appeared. The thought that her job could be desirable was a strange one to her. Usually people didn't think what she did was worth picking up, not enough... glory. But Gena didn't want glory. That was boring and hard to maintain. She wanted to make a real difference. Unlike so many others she had met over time, cruel men, only out for position. And yet they ate here, like everyone else. It gave her a certain perspective. 

"Well when I was like four, I wanted to be a princes... then I figured out that there were no princesses or kings or queens anymore - at least on the Ark - so that was impossible then. Then I wanted to become a vampire, until I realized what a bad idea that would be in a space ship. I'd run out of food and starve to death... despite being technically dead already. After that I wanted to be a witch - I blame the existence of Harry Potter on the Arks database... but magic doesn't exist." She giggled slightly. "As for jobs - I did think about working with kids once."

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Harper listened to Gena listing off all the things she had thought about being when she was a kid. There was nothing but a smile on Harper's face as she listened, the positions sounding so cute and such child-like things that there was nothing but innocence in the admittance of them. Harper had of course had those childish dreams as well, wanting to be a princess at one stage as well...although the reasons behind it weren't so innocent and cute. She had seen how princesses seemed to have a lot of nice things, how they seemed important and how people relied on them and loved them. Reading stories about princesses she had begun to think that maybe if she became one, her parents wouldn't be burdened by her anymore and would be happier around her. That wasn't the sort of thing she was going to bring up. It wasn't something that she told anyone about, the way things had been like when she was growing up. "I'm sure we could have princesses and kings and queens now that we're on Earth," Harper suggested, bringing a bright smile to her face again. "You can quit your job and take up that." She laughed a bit, letting the humor of her own joke push past the last negative feelings that she had brought about from her own thoughts. If she could get the subject to a completely different thing, that would be even better. It would be the safest way to go. "Harry Potter was really good, I still think I'd like to be a witch, actually." Then Gena brought up an actual job that she had thought about doing and Harper nodded, it seemed to go along with what Harper had learnt of Gena so far. At least, Gena seemed like a pretty kind and caring person, the type who might want to work around kids. "Why didn't you?" Gena Martin

[Gena Martin]

"Well there is a queen and she kinda scares me." Gena pointed out. She only heard stories of the Ice Queen, naturally, but none of them seemed to be nice or fond. The Ice queen and her nation seemed scary as hell and she was glad they didn't have to encounter them - yet. They might in the future, but Gena hoped not to be around when that happened, but safely inside. So she shrugged. The Ark didn't need a princess. They needed a fairly elected leader that could represent their people against a culture that was so unlike theirs, that so much blood has been shed. 

"That's a bit of a sad story, actually." Gena whispered. Her reasoning for that wasn't as sweet and innocent as the reasons for the others. "A lot of people I knew have applied for permits on the Ark and never got one. And I wanted a child at one point in my life, just the chances of ever being allowed to have one were slim. So I thought surrounding myself with kids might not be the best idea, if I could maybe never have one of my own. Besides they puke a looooooooot more than drunks do! Trust me. A LOT. If you puke up this moonshine here, you're either done for the night or so hard core the next time you puke, you have to go straight to the infirmary."

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Harper nodded, knowing exactly who Gena was talking about, although she hadn't had the pleasure of meeting the queen, stories had come out about her and none of them sounded nice. Even though Harper was part of the guard, she still hoped that she never had to come across the Ice Nation. Normal grounders were bad enough. "Let's hope we never have to meet her," Harper offered, taking a sip of her drink at that horrible thought. Maybe more than a sip really. Her drink ran empty and she put the glass back down on the bar, a smile aimed up at Gena. "Another, the same?" she asked. Harper probably had to be up early the next day for training, they didn't exactly get rest days often but she wasn't going to let that stop any chances for fun. She wanted to drink more and stay chatting with Gena so she would do that. She knew her limits. "Thanks," she added. The beginning of Gena's reply to Harper's question had the smile fall of Harper's face, just in expectation for the sad story. The frown stayed for most of it, having actually had no idea about that situation. She guessed it made sense, since the Ark was dying and the population was so large already. It wouldn't make sense for them to allow everyone to have a child. Rejecting applications for permits was an easy way to control the population. Things had sucked on the Ark...not that they had been much better on Earth. Not with Grounder and Mount Weather. "I'll try to avoid puking from this," Harper said, the smile coming back onto her lips. "Can't say the say for all the others that'll be coming in." She laughed and paused for a moment. "At least you'll be able to have a kid down here." Gena Martin

[Gena Martin]

Gena smiled. "Good. I really hate cleaning that up." She said gently. But then again there was a sweet story about puke. One she could share with her, she thought. It wasn't a secret, was it? So the girl smiled at Harper, ready to start the story when the girl said she could have a child here on the ground. She was right. Gena hadn't even thought of that before. But she could. One day she and her partner (at that time, whether it was her current one or not) could just decide to have a child and have a child. That was kind of exciting and it gave her an honest, open smile, slightly dreamy, that she hadn't had before. She really wanted children and now that she lost her family, well she wanted it even more. But she doubted that would be the topic to keep this cheerful.

"There is a funny story with puke I have." She started. "It's related to how Bellamy and I met." She knew a great part of that story was his to tell and not hers. But a part of it was hers, too and so she told. "He and I met at my work back at factory." His work back then, too. It was a misfortune circumstance. "After the last patrons left, he would come in and clean. We'd talk. He'd help me clean up the puke, we'd talk some more. It was strangely peaceful. And looking back now it was so... mundane. Just a guy and a girl in a bar, surrounded by puke." As she spoke she prepared the drink for her friend.

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This is my Fight Song --TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONG Harper laughed again when Gena admitted that she hated cleaning puke up. Her and everyone else, Harper couldn't imagine anyone would enjoy that horrible job and she guessed that would be one of the worse parts of Gena's job. That and dealing with drunks that were anything but happy. The laughter turned into a warm smile as she watched Gena's face change. The mention of having a child was obviously one the other girl enjoyed, an almost dreamy look appearing on her face. One that Harper enjoyed seeing. In the horrors that seemed to mostly take up their time on Earth, Harper enjoyed seeing any joy that she could, both in herself and others. It was something beautiful, really, to see someone happy on the harsh planet and to see that happiness coming from the fact that they were on Earth. Then Gena started to tell a story, one that had Harper smiling in a sweet way. Harper hadn't heard anything before about how the two met and she was definitely happy to her some of their story. Bellamy being happy was important to Harper, especially with how he had had such a part in forming her as a warrior and saved of them in Mount Weather. Gena seemed like nothing but a sweet woman and Harper was happy to see that, to know that she would make Bellamy happy. "That sounds like a unique way to meet," Harper commented, softness and slight amusement to her voice. She meant unique in a very positive way. "Bonding over puke. Definitely unique." Again, Harper laughed and it felt great to be able to laugh so much. It wasn't that Harper hadn't been laughing and having fun lately but she just found herself appreciating all of it. After Mount Weather, she had found herself appreciating a lot of things more than she had before. Taking advantage of what she had. Gena Martin

[Gena Martin]

It was a very unique way to meet, yes, but it was not how they bonded. But then again that was a story that he had to tell, not her. It was much more intimate information on his side. Genas intimate secrets had only developed later, like the loss of her parents, the pictures she owned, the only memory of the time on the Ark which she cherished and in turn memories of her and Bellamy and even his family. She had to make arrangements that, should something happen to her, he would get those memories. But maybe nothing would. And they could live semi happy on the ground. 

“He still does it sometimes.” She added. “Comes in at the end of my shift and helps me clean up. You could say old habbits die hard, but really Bellamy is just a big softy, wrapped in an incredibly firm, strong and handsome body.” She had no shame admitting that one and why would she? Bellamy was hot. “What about you?” She asked Harper. “I’m sure there are people that impressed you and left their mark on you – in a non violent way of course.”

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