I Need To Clarkeify A Couple Things

[Isaiah Riggs]

Clarke Griffin THE FIRST OF THE STARTERS!!! Isaiah, like everyone in Mount Weather, knew about the new arrivals to their small community. News that that spread quickly and with the way that they had causally joined them in meals, they obviously weren't meant to be in hiding from everyone else. So everyone knew of their existence but Isaiah held questions about more than just them being here, he wanted to know why and he wanted to know who they were. It was a him thing, really. He liked to know the details and to have all the pieces to put together a picture. He hated being given vague answers about anything and would put all his energy into finding those missing facts. If he weren't so dedicated to farming and so against violence he may have made a good guard for that reason. Even in the smallness of Mount Weather, mysteries still occurred. As no one was answering his questions as to who these new people were, Isaiah decided he would find answers himself. It wouldn't be the first time that he had done such a thing and he had yet to get into any trouble from his investigations so he saw no reason not to continue doing them. Earlier in the day he had followed one of the new people, from a distance, back to where they were staying. That gave him an opportunity to corner one of them in an environment where they might be more willing to talk. Isaiah doubted he would get much out of them when they were at meals, since all the other residents of Mount Weather would be there and he could imagine they wouldn't be completely trustworthy of everyone yet. That part might make his investigation a little more difficult but he was hoping he might be able to gain the trust of one of them. Specifically, Isaiah was thinking about the girl who barged into the mess hall and caused a riot. He didn't know why he had decided she might be a good person to talk to but it would at least be more fun to talk to her. Maybe it was just that she was less happy and Isaiah found himself more confident approaching people who were unhappy. It could have simply been that. He walked into the dorm room during the afternoon, finding it alive with people and chatter. Part of him froze up at that, unsure of whether he would even make it through the room to where he could see the blonde haired girl without someone questioning him. He took in a deep breath, letting his eyes shut for a second before he continued on into the room and over the girl he wished to talk to. "Hi, I'm Isaiah. I was wondering if I could talk to you."

[Clarke Griffin]

Clarke hated the place. There was no way what they were saying could be right. People she loved were dead according to them. There was no way that could be the truth. The people they said were dead were good people. They were her friends and in some way her family. She couldn't see them dead. Even though she had left them outside. But did she have another choice? Back then she saw no other. Even now she could see no other. Maybe it was her guilt that made it so impossible for her to believe they could be dead. They couldn't be, surely there was no way they could be dead. 

Clarke kept investigating. She wanted to know if anyone could be lying, if there was a realistic chance her friends could still be alive. 

She hadn't expected anyone to talk to her after what happened in the dining hall. But it seemed like someone wanted to. Someone who had an air about him, that made her think that this was exactly the person she would want to talk to. "I'm Clarke." She introduced herself, looking him up and down. "You already are talking to me. No need to ask." But she appreciated him asking. "What do you want to talk about? I was pretty sure your people think I'm the crazy one."

Isaiah Riggs

[Isaiah Riggs]

Clarke Griffin The girl, Clarke as she introduced herself as, looked a lot different now than she had at the entrance to the mess hall, bleeding and looking, well, without any better word to use: crazy. Saying that, Isaiah didn't feel nervous talking to her now and didn't feel like there was any danger to be around her. If she was going to be a danger to the general population of Mount Weather, she would have been locked up and kept away from everyone. Isaiah knew how much their president and their guard respected and cared for the safety of those in the Mountain. They had mentioned it again and again, all throughout Isaiah's life that he could remember. So, saying that, Clarke was perfectly safe to be around and it seemed like she would also be willing to talk to him.  "Nice to meet you, Clarke," Isaiah said first, his manners taking first priority. He decided against holding has hand out though, deciding that level of politeness probably wasn't needed and not feeling confident that Clarke would want to touch him...or sure that he particularly wanted to touch her. She had been bleeding the last time he had seen her, after all. "I'm sure you had your reasons for what happened at the mess hall," he told her with a shrug, knowing that admitting she was being known as the crazy girl wasn't a way to make a good impression with the girl. "I just wanted to chat about you guys and maybe answer any questions you might have about us." That was the best way he could put it, without coming straight out with some lie. He wanted to learn more about them, about why they were here and he could probably answer some of her question without giving away anything that she shouldn't know. He knew what topics to avoid, at least.

[Clarke Griffin]

She did have reasons, base instincts were her reasons and thus she could not be ashamed of them. Clarke looked at them before nodding slowly, making it look almost comical, because usually people didn’t nod like that, but she had to be careful. This place still didn’t feel right in the slightest. Maybe it was to the rude awakening, to the lack of consent and bad memories. “I did.” She answered then. “Damn good reasons. I mean one moment all of us are fighting the grounders, the next I wake up in a white room, locked up with no information of why and where and how or about my friendswere. I still don’t know where all of them are. With that context, can you blame me for getting defensive?” she asked him. “From my point of view this is a kidnapping by the book!” She looked at him. He felt like the first genuine person here.

“I’m not sure I want to know much. I don’t want to be here. I didn’t ask to be here and I’m here against my will. Some of my friends are still out there.” And she wanted them back. She refused to believe that they were dead. They couldn’t be. Finn and Bellamy were alive out there. “Your people didn’t exactly leave a good first impression. Then again, was that the first impression? Or was that you and not the grounders who attacked us when we first landed?”

Isaiah Riggs

[Isaiah Riggs]

Clarke Griffin Being known as the Crazy Girl, the way that Clarke was nodding did nothing to help her in looking sane. It was overly slow and Isaiah had to stop himself from showing the worry and discomfort it caused him. Part of him couldn't help wondering if she was some sort of ticking time bomb, that suddenly she would go back to being a shouting girl covered in blood and threatening some poor person--he especially couldn't help worrying that the poor person could end up being him. For the moment, it did seem like he was the only Mount Weather resident in the dorm room. When she spoke, it didn't really do much to help. There was parts and words that Isaiah didn't quite understand, he could put some meaning to them through context but that was about it. At the same time, Isaiah hadn't known much about how they had gotten into the mountain before and now he had some sort of idea. It did sound horrible and it wasn't difficult for Isaiah to put a frown on his face. "I can understand your reasons," he told her, and it wasn't a total lie. "Are grounders the people who live outside?" he asked, wanting to confirm the assumption he had made there, that grounders were what Isaiah knew as Outsiders. His smile stayed on his lips and he shrugged his shoulders lightly, trying not to make the gesture seem too obvious, or give away just how out of place and awkward he felt standing there talking to her. "I'm sorry that happened." Isaiah himself had had nothing to do with them getting into the mountain but he still felt the need to say such a thing. Both in his own caring and in the fact that he wanted Clarke to be willing to say more. He had read a book or few on this sort of thing and while he didn't know if he was good at it, he could at least try. What she said next actually surprised Isaiah and it was impossible for him to hide that from his face. Even after how dramatic it seemed it was for her to arrive in the mountain, why would she not want to be there? There was food and safety, clean water and warm beds. Yes, even Isaiah held that need to go outside the walls and up into the world his ancestors knew, but when he thought about it logically, things were good in the mountain. Especially with the savages they all knew lived outside. But friends, that made more sense to Isaiah. If he had friends out there, he would probably want to help them too, but he would want those with skill and training to find them. He wouldn't go out there himself. "I'm sure our people are looking for them," Isaiah said with a shrug. It wouldn't make sense for them not to, since the higher ups had obviously brought these new people in for a reason. Isaiah's eyes widened, his shoulders rising and his head sinking. There was nothing he knew about what Clarke was saying. First impressions, being attacked. Isaiah was a farmer. Maybe he should tell her that, before she got the impression he was anyone important. "I don't know anything about things like that," he said, part of him not liking to admit it. If he didn't have something to offer to Clarke, how was he supposed to get information out of her? He wasn't good at being Sherlock. There was good reason he wasn't a guard. "I work in agriculture. I can tell you at the very least, our food won't hurt you." He offered something, a bit of a joke if she took it the right way. He wasn't quite sure of that. Her latest comments had only managed to feed more into the bad feeling that Isaiah couldn't stop feeling.

[Clarke Griffin]

“Yeah. They live outside, I think they’re a war-based culture. They have basic weapons, like bow and arrow, machetes and knives. But they have skill in that.” It was almost impressive. And then they were fried by them. They used their technological advances. It was the only way for them to survive and it sadly disillusioned even the last of them about the ground. It was no friendly place, so why should they expect mount weather to be any friendlier? There was no real reason for that assumption. But there also was no real reason for another assumption. That was the problem, really. And so far she had not seen too much uplifting. She still had a bad feeling. And the longer she sat there, not doing anything, the more it grew. This guy didn’t do much to change it. Because, just like on the Ark, there were people who just weren’t in on the plan. 

“If that’s the case…” Then she hoped they would find them. “I want to be wrong about this. I want peace just like anyone else. But if your people want peace, why not just come to us? And talk to us? Our first encounter was violent. Just like the first encounter with the grounders. And that ended up in them trying to kill a bunch of teenagers. We just want peace and a chance to survive.” Like any of them she guessed. “You do? So… you plant plants down here? Inside the mountain?” That was fascinating. It was so similar to the Ark, actually. “We had something like that, too. Farm station. Some of my friends are from Farm. You’d probably make them very happy if you showed them the plants. Could remind them of home. I used to… study to become a doctor.”

Isaiah Riggs