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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2016 11:19:17 GMT
This is my Fight Song--TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONGWalking up to the gates of Arkadia, Harper was surprised by the fact that she could still walk. It felt similar to the walk back to Arkadia from Mount Weather, the pain almost unbearable but still she managed to stay on her feet, dragging one in front of the other and slowly making her way to her destination. It wasn't a surprise that the gates were opened for her in such a quick way and that she was let in and told to go straight to medical. There were about ten offers for help but Harper found herself saying no so many times that she began to sound like a broken record. It wasn't that Harper didn't need the help, she probably really did need it but she just couldn't find it in herself to accept the help. After everything she wanted to show herself to be strong and in her mind, that meant that she needed to make it to medical by herself no matter what pain or difficulty it brought her.
It wasn't Harper's fault. Not at all. The grounder had come out of nowhere, jumped down from a tree and straight onto Harper. Once the grounder had pinned Harper to the ground she wasn't able to move her arms to use her gun. They were pulled behind her back, tied together and Harper could do nothing but attempt to kick out at the grounder until they got sick of her fighting back. Once that happened she was knocked out cold. She awoke someone in the woods, not even far from where she had been when the grounder had ambushed her. In her attempt to escape there had been injuries on both sides to the point where both of them probably should have died. In some sort of luck Harper had gotten out of it alive, whereas that couldn't be said for the grounder. Harper's head now ached, a large cut was across her thigh and she didn't want to think about the bones that could be broken. All her skin was likely bruised by that stage, especially knowing she also fell a couple of times getting back to Arkadia.
As she walked towards medical, Harper bit back the groans of pain that threatened to escape. It was like something had snapped in her and all she wanted was to look fine, to be fine, to be strong. Maybe the grounder had hit her head a bit too hard when he had knocked her out but Harper didn't want to think about that. If she thought too hard she had a feeling she might puke. She was maybe half a minute away from getting to medical when she saw him walking in the opposite direction to her. With a sigh, Harper kept her head down, hoping that Bellamy would just not see her. Sometimes it felt like Bellamy always appeared when she didn't want him around, although she couldn't pull out any specific examples of that. Her head ached. |
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Sept 20, 2016 19:39:33 GMT
 Tag: @harpermcintyre whatever THE HELL WE WANT Things had taken a drastic turn . . . for the better. Jaha had been right. The City of Light did exist. And it was so damn wonderful. The burdens of guilt and unwavering pain that Bellamy had carried with him . . . were gone. As if his shoulders felt lighter. As if everything seemed brighter. There was no way he could thank ALIE for all she had given him, apart from recruiting others to her cause; to the City of Light. And that was exactly what he intended to do. He had a few people in mind that he wanted to work on.
People who may trust him enough to follow his lead. Hell, that had been how he'd already convinced others to take the chip and join. As he was walking through the halls, preparing for his next attempt, he noticed a figure walking in the opposite direction. One he instantly recognized. "Harper," he greeted with a smile as he stopped when they would have otherwise directly crossed paths. His eyes roamed over her. She was injured. The poor girl. "What happened?" He asked, a softness in his voice rather than the concern that usually took over . . . but that was a different time. That was before he had embraced the happiness he found in this wonderful place.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2016 2:19:27 GMT
This is my Fight Song--TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONGOf course Bellamy wouldn't just walk past her, leave her be. How could Harper think she was lucky enough for something like that to happen. In her pain, in her injury, Harper didn't put any thought into being polite. She looked up at Bellamy with a scowl on her face, making her dislike of him speaking to her obvious. Who stopped someone on their way to medical anyway? Wasn't it pretty darn obvious that Harper was injured. Her skin bruised, a bump on her head and fabric ripped from the bottom of her shirt and around the cut to her thigh. He was blind and she was sure she looked nothing but worn out and in pain, even with the effort she was putting into looking as strong as possible. Well, it did seem that he had noticed that she was injured. Harper saw his eyes as they moved over her and the words that followed confirmed that he at least now had noticed it.
The thought that she would just keep walking ran through her mind but as she let her body lean slightly against the wall of the hallway, she realised that the break might give her that little bit of strength to make it all the way to medical. As much as she hated that this would be good for her, she had to just deal with Bellamy and his worried talk. She would deal with it as long as he didn't offer to help her to medical and hopefully he would quickly just tell her to get moving again. "What do you think happened?" she snapped at him, rubbing at her temples in an attempt to ease the aching of her head. "I got attacked. By a grounder, and knocked out." Harper didn't want to go into too much detail because she knew how much of the situation shouldn't have happened, how her training should have gave her enough skill to get out of it without such bad injuries. "Why are you around here?" she then asked him, liking the idea of talking the subject off of her. |
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Nov 11, 2016 15:17:17 GMT
Tag: @harpermcintyre whatever THE HELL WE WANT She wasn't in the best of moods, clearly and perhaps he would have been more affected by her words than he actually was . . . had he not embraced this utter bliss. He just gave a soft smile instead. She was injured, certainly, but clearly she was well enough to offer a sarcastic reply to his comment. "Guess someone is going to need more training." Words that were meant as a teasing joke . . . and ones he was braced for more sarcasm or perhaps anger. But perhaps, this could be a good way to convince her to take the chip.
Knowing, that she took her job seriously. And her failure to protect herself may be a point to focus on, if he promised that taking the chip could make her better. "But it'll only be effective when you're less distracted." By her emotions. Her pain. And he hoped she understood that it was what he was implying . . . not that he was even trying to be subtle about it. "Why, am I usually not here?" He asked, offering his own hint of sarcasm, though there was an unwavering smile from his face. "Come on. I'll go with you to medical," he offered, whether she wanted it or not. He turned his body so that he was facing the same direction she was, waiting for her to take the first step.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2016 8:08:02 GMT
This is my Fight Song--TAKE BACK MY LIFE SONG, PROVE I'M ALRIGHT SONGBellamy's response was not needed, and while it was said in a teasing tone, Harper only found herself rolling her eyes and biting back the anger she felt at hearing him say such a thing. The last thing you wanted to hear after losing was that you needed more training. That was pretty damn obvious and didn't need to be pointed out. It hurt. Not that Harper would admit that it hurt. Just like she didn't want to admit just how much pain she was in and just how much she probably needed someone to help her in getting to medical. She would drag herself there if it killed her -- she hoped it wouldn't kill her but, really, the pain told her otherwise. Medical was so close and yet here she was, stopped and talking to Bellamy, who wasn't being anything but annoying irritating.
The next thing he said had her shaking her head, suddenly confused about what he might be talking about. Less distracted? There were so many possible distractions, what could he really be talking about? And why bother mentioning that, since any of the real distractions for Harper were things that she couldn't really stop. For her, emotion was the biggest thing that put her behind in a fight. It was why she tried to shut it off, lock it up in a different part of her brain so she could focus on the fight and the battle and worry about whatever she felt about it later. It obviously didn't work often enough, since a good amount of Harper's injuries resulted in hesitation from some sort of emotion. She wasn't going to say she would be perfect if she could shut them off, but she'd probably be a hell of a lot better than she was. But she couldn't do that and Bellamy's teasing words weren't gonna change that.
For some reason, she had to ask what he did mean. "Less distracted by what?" she asked him, obvious confusion and suspicion on her face. When Harper was in pain, her moods dropped. Obviously. Bellamy was being put on the wrong end of that stick. She didn't even bother to respond to his sarcastic crack. "No thanks," she told him. She didn't need company to go to medical, she was perfectly fine doing that on her own and she knew that request was one step away from a request to actually help her get to medical. "I'm good by myself." She saw how his body was turned, ready to follow her but Harper still hoped he wouldn't. Pulling herself back up so she was no longer leaning against the wall, Harper started back up towards medical, moving as fast as she could and ignoring the pain she felt at the rushed movements. |
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