Bogged By Fog

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: @fang

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy had just finished up a training session. The discovery of guns had made Bellamy elated. They finally had a chance to defend themselves, to fight back from the grounders damn poisons and arrows and spears. They had long range weapons that they could now use against them and . . . well, at least it gave them hope. With these guns, there was a great deal of organization required. A lot of safety precautions. Last thing they needed was their own people shooting at each other.

But so far, everything was being kept under control. Bellamy ensured to keep a good inventory of the weapons, and Raven was working on more bullets for them. His priority right now, was training those in his makeshift militia so that they could handle the guns, learn how to hold them and most importantly, fire. While the others dispersed after their training, Bellamy approached one particular Arker that he had not spoken to a great deal before.

"Fang," he said as he went up to him, Bellamy's own gun still strapped over his shoulder, the others collected in a pile as Bellamy had instructed the others to put them in. "How'd you find today's training?" He asked, curious to hear where Fang felt his strengths and weaknesses were with the weapons. That, combined with Bellamy's own observations would determine what kind of one on one training Fang would need -- as Bellamy intended to give everyone that.

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Lockup had been a nightmare. He'd made few friends, because... well, it wasn't his strong suit and why bother when you expected to be dead in less than three months? The first day on the ground had felt like a new chance. A new hope. He'd been saved from certain death within the week. And Earth was as beautiful as he'd imagined. Until people started dying, getting caught in acid fog, occasionally turning on each other. They'd established contact with the Ark, but Li didn't bother getting in line to speak to his parents, and no one found him to say anyone wanted him, so he must have assumed correctly that they still didn't want to talk to him.

At least now they had guns, and Li's shock at this new world was starting to fade, but it was being replaced by fear. Both fear for his safety, and fear because he was starting to realize that he needed to connect with these people he was sent to the ground with. To rely on them and let himself be someone who could be relied on, if he wanted to survive. And he didn't know how the fuck to do that.

So he'd asked what he could do to help, and Bellamy said to join the training with their new weapons. Li wasn't really pleased with his performance with the handgun, which stung because he'd wanted to make a good impression. He was used to making a good impression, even if it was false. It was his comfort zone. But he was better with the larger weapons, he thought because he could manage the kickback better when he braced them against his body. He was returning his gun when Bellamy approached him, and he looked up and smiled automatically... only to feel it crack and start to fade right away. That was new since lockup, but worse on Earth. He'd never had a problem maintaining a smile before, even if it was faked, but on Earth... there wasn't much to smile about, and everyone fucking knew it.

He glanced at the pile of guns. "Well, I'm better with the big guns, for sure," he said, smiling again, though it didn't feel genuine, his words a tease at himself... whether Bellamy knew about why he was down here and would take it on more than one level, or if Bellamy just took it as teasing his own ineptitude with the handgun, Li didn't care. "You can call me Li," he added, looking back at Bellamy.

Tag: Bellamy Blake