Delinquents and Wild Women

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The dark haired woman sat on the tree limb watching the scene below her. The three men were talking and about to split up. But their language was different than what the Azgedan girl was used to. She understood bit and pieces of what they were saying, and getting the idea of what they were looking for. They had been tracking a reaper for some time and she had been following in the trees. A trick she had learned while keeping out of sight. She was not TriKru by any means, But she had learned the trick from them.  Her brown eyes followed the one that look like he was in charge, as the other two took off in opposite directions. She watched the leader as he continued moving on. She tiptoed through the trees a bit longer, following his every move. Most of the time she would instantly kill anyone that came in her path, but something about this one had her attention. She knew the reaper had escaped as she had seen him disappear back into the small opening that he had come out of. But she was not sure if the leader was. Taking another step, she realized that the limb that she thought was stable enough, snapped. She grasped for the tree, but it was too late. She toppled unceremoniously to the ground and rolled over to her feet in a crouch. In each hand she held large knives and she had a feral look in her eyes. The paint on her face made her look like she was TriKru, but her clothing was Azgedan. Enough to confuse anyone that came from the Ark. Her dark brown eyes locked on him as she watched him cautiously. At five feet, two inches she was tiny, but she was wiry and quick.

The only thought on her mind in this moment was that if he moved toward her she would attack. She had no intention of getting caught off guard. A tinge of fear went through her as she was not used to strangers and this one smelled funny. He was not from around here. that made her suspicious as well. She flipped her knives in her had as she readied herself for an attack. She never knew what others would do and she was suddenly at a loss when she locked eyes with him.


Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @mikhajay

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Reapers were still very much a threat. Had things gone according to plan at Mount Weather, they would have seized all the reapers and turned them back into their former selves. But Lexa's betrayal prevented that. They didn't have the means or manpower to restrain the reapers -- as that was meant to be aided by the Grounders. So they had been left. Abandoned. Thanks to their Commander. With the drug still in their system -- though it would eventually fade and they would most likely die from it -- they were a lurking threat. In fact, it was what brought Bellamy out now. One of the reapers had attacked their patrolman. While he was sent back to Arkadia with non lethal injuries, Bellamy and the others were scouting the area, trying to find him.

They were following the trail as best they could, but Bellamy wasn't going to advance too much on the reaper. He only wanted to secure the area. With each step though, he could have sworn there was something else lurking out there. Whether it be someone else, or a creature of sorts. It didn't take long for the source to be revealed as a woman fell in front of them. Bellamy spun to face her, reflex taking over as he lifted his gun and aimed it at her. She was a grounder. That much was obvious. Despite the ceasefire, Bellamy didn't trust the grounders. They abandoned them, and were a constant threat to his people. But that didn't mean he was going to murder one. Only if she herself proved to endanger him or the others he was with. Bellamy eyed her, looking at her with a stoic expression, not lowering his weapon, as she too looked quite set in her defense mode.

"You following us?" He questioned, not about to exchange pleasantries as he got straight to the point. There was something different about her. Though maybe his judgment was impaired. Either way, his gut told him she wasn't going to lunge at him or the other Arkers. Maybe that was naive, but if one didn't trust their instincts . . . what else was there. Realization dawned on him that she may not speak English. Bellamy searched his mind as he was learning Trigedasleng, and while he was a beginner . . . he hoped this one word would reflect the meaning behind it. "Ogonzaun." Ceasefire. While Bellamy could not say the entire sentence of how they observed the Commander's truce in Trigedasleng . . . he hoped the one word was telling in what he meant.

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The look in Mikha's eyes showed that she was a bit nervous when she heard him speak. She had not as of yet let him know that she spoke the language of the Skaikru nor did she act like she understood anything that he said, but she also didn't move either. Well she did slightly as her weapons were lowered a bit. She knew that there were too many to fight. Damn that slip up anyway! After a moment she took a step back. She stood slightly and even though she was at the ready in case they attacked, she knew that a wrong move would get her killed. She had not spoken for some time as there had been no one to speak too? But she repeated the word back to him questioning. She had heard about everything going on but she was not part of it herself as she had made herself believe. She had left Azgeda because she was afraid of Nia, but she had no idea that she was dead at this point. She bit her bottom lips before she spoke quietly.

"Ogonzaun? I am not part of the tribes. I don't follow their rules. Not anymore.....not after...."

She quieted down instantly. She had said too much and she knew that they were not stupid. They would start asking questions and then where would she be? She didn't need that right now. She realized that she was a lot smaller than any of them. Suddenly she heard the reaper come crashing through the trees and head for one of the group. She moved so fast it was almost like a blur as she knocked the reaper off of his feet and landed straddling him knives at his throat in a scissor shaped position. The reaper growled and lifted her right off the ground above it's head. She realized that she had acted too soon. Her only thoughts that ran through her mind was that she was going to die. She wasn't afraid of death. She just didn't want to die yet. She slashed at his arms and the reaper made more angry noises. Even though she knew that she was not trusted and she did not trust them she hollered anyway as she kicked at the reaper who was just about to toss her into the nearest tree.

"Now would be a good time to help me...."



Bellamy Blake

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @mikhajay

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Her words were far from reassuring. Though Bellamy did not consider himself under the command of Lexa, they didn't need another battle right now -- for he wasn't naive enough to believe that the war was over. He wasn't sure whether this meant that she would break them, try to attack them, mean them harm. Her voice trailed off and that statement was left incomplete as suddenly, a reaper ripped through the trees. He went straight for one of their own, but the woman reacted quickly, trying to get him off. Bellamy raised his gun, taking aim at the reaper as he held the Grounder woman.

But Bellamy was hesitant. Because he knew there was a way to save them. He knew that they could be returned to who they were, just like they had done for Lincoln. That was who flashed in his mind. What if it had been Lincoln right now. Bellamy doubted he would have been able to shoot him. But there was no alternative. Despite his entire thought process, the scene unfolded within a matter of seconds.

Bellamy squeezed the trigger, administering one clean shot to the Reaper's head which made him instantly fall lifelessly to the ground, the girl falling with him. Bellamy lowered his gun, the strap over his shoulder as he approached both the girl and the now dead reaper. He stared at the man he had killed, wondering if the commander had considered these people she had abandoned too. He then turned his head toward the woman, extending his hand to her to help her up. "You ok?" He inquired.

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Mikha realized that she was no match for a reaper. It had almost killed her and when the gun went off she landed on top of it. She was not squeamish of the dead nor did she react in anyway really. When she turned to see that the shooter was coming over to her and the body she was just recovering from a gasp as she landed in a way that almost knocked her air out of her, but she had caught her breath and looked up into the blue eyes that were gazing down at her. Her heart leaped as she hesitated to take his hand. Both of her own still clung to the knives that were  in them. she hadn't know how tight she had been clenching them until she went to tuck them away and then reached up for his hand. Her eyes widened as she stood up and she realized how tall he was compared to her. He had spared her life and she was a bit confused. He could have shot her as well, but he didn't. She glanced at his friends who stood at the ready, but they didn't not seem to move. Her eyes went back to his and she tilted her head.

"Mochof! I...mean thank you!"

She had to pull herself back out of the Trigedasleng that was her normal language and speak the language of this man. She understood more than she could speak. She had let him know this in a round about way. But she would do her best to speak their language. She lowered her head now as she realized how close to him she actually stood and then looked away, biting her bottom lip. She was not sure how to react around him. She was not exactly used to people and she avoided them at all costs. But when she looked back up at him the feral look was gone for a brief moment. She had not known that she had pulled out of it for a moment and was letting him see that she could be normal. she had stepped back a few steps, but until this moment she had not realized that she was still holding his hand. She let go rather hesitantly and put her hand at her side. She would not put a knife on him again unless he gave her reason to and so far he seemed to be acting fairly decent about everything. 

Bellamy Blake