Bringing Out The Big Guns

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Lilly Cartwig

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Guns. Bellamy couldn't remember the last time he had smiled so brightly. The moment they had found guns, he had been filled with a renewed hope. Finally, they had something to properly defend themselves with. They had long range weapons to counter the damn spears and arrows that they were being faced with by their enemies. They had guns! And thanks to Raven and others who held the necessary expertise, they would have functioning bullets. The weapons had been kept in oil, which salvaged them. And tomorrow, Bellamy was going to start training others with them.

There were those who's skills were best suited for tasks within the camp, but there were others -- like Miller, Harper, Monroe, and so on -- that could be a better fit for weapons training. It would form a militia for sorts, as they couldn't just randomly hand out guns. Bellamy's training in the guard allowed him to use one, and now it as time to train the others as best as he could. It wasn't going to be full detailed training. Just, make your target, and hit it. The precision and such . . . that would come with time, and time was not a luxury they had.

After he and Clarke had come up with a plan of what to tell Jaha -- as Bellamy had been so close to leaving and not coming back -- he moved the guns to a secure location. A place that no one but he and Clarke would have access to for the time being. They had already informed everyone of how they weren't toys but well, they were dealing with delinquents here. Most have never held a gun before and Bellamy was going to make damn sure that no one did anything stupid.

Once they were set away, Bellamy walk toward the crowd, not anything any great intention of staying with them too long. The nuts had mostly worn off for nearly everyone . . . including him. The walk back to camp had certainly helped. Seeing a familiar face he casually stopped near her, filling his cup with water from the larger container they had for it. "You coming to training tomorrow?" He asked her. She looked like she could handle a weapon and hoped she would be among the others. Some, would be better at it than others.

[Lilly Cartwig]

Oh hell. This was bad. Lilly stood by the drinking water and stared into her reflection for a moment before dipping her cup and and lifting it up to her lips. The water tasted too strong, and metallic. The magic of Earth had worn off with the danger, and while she still rather be here then in the Sky Box she was missing her mother. It didn't help that getting high had reminded her of why she was arrested and here in the first place. "You coming to training tomorrow?" She looked up with a bit of a jerk, not having her anyone approach. The sudden movement hurt. She was mostly recovered, but the water would help flush her out.

Bellamy! She smiled at the sight of him. Damn that boy only got hotter. "Am I invited?" She teased, knowing she was. She wasn't one of the jumpy kids--the only reason she had jumped now was because she was coming down from the high and not at her fullest. "I plan, too." She told him, turning to face him. "Though I've never shot one before." She paused and her face scrunched up slightly from thinking. "Though most of us haven't." Lilly was more like her mother then she knew. She was smart. She wasn't bad at physically handling herself, but she was smarter then she was strong. "I think I remeber reading about them once though." Looking back at him, she noticed he looked pleased. He had when he'd brought the guns back too. "You really like that gun, don't you." She teased him, knowing would be deeper then that. Guns ment less people had to die. It meant they could hold their own.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Lilly Cartwig

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

She asked if she was invited and Bellamy gave a hint of a smile before he gulped down the water he had poured. She then confirmed that she planned on coming, stating that she had never fired a gun before though quickly acknowledged that many hadn't. "It's exactly why we need to train," he told her. She had no reason to feel bad for that. As Bellamy had silently established, from what he knew about her -- and even her position on the Ark considering who she was close to, a truth he had never nor had any intention to expose -- she was quite capable.

"You'd be good," he added on. It's not something he just said to anyone. He knew which ones would be better at training with weapons and which held more promise than others. "If you're willing to put in the time and effort, this is something I can see you doing well in." Laziness wasn't exactly an option here. Everyone had their own unique skills to bring to the camp. His words weren't meant to flatter; they were mere fact.

She then commented on how he really liked the gun, and that same small smile returned. "We can finally protect ourselves now." Properly. "So yeah. You damn well bet I like it." With all the bad luck and shit they've been through . . . it felt like this was the first time they had actually caught a break. "You can find out just how exhilerating it is to shoot one," he added on. The adrenaline rush. He still wasn't fully off of his own. Not by firing the gun necessarily but due to the discovery of them. It was enough to put him in a rather good mood.

[Lilly Cartwig]

"You'd be good," He told her, and Lilly felt her chin come up slightly from the pride his words made her feel. Bellamy was their leader, he'd kept them alive this far; and his words of thinking she'd been good at the guns made her feel like it was true. "If you're willing to put in the time and effort, this is something I can see you doing well in." Her lips tilted up in a smile as she got out a witty reply, "I have nothing but time here." But she knew effort wasn't so easily given. Still she'd give what she had to give to be good at protecting the others and herself. She could do it.

"We can finally protect ourselves now." Yes! Her smile faltered for a moment as she thought of Wells and Roma and everyone who had fallen to this place. Either to each other, or the Earth, or the grounders. "You can find out just how exhilarating it is to shoot one," His words made her force her smile back, and she teased him again, trying to make sure they didn't think about the reason why they needed to know how to shoot guns. "I could do do with a bit of exhilaration right about now." She watched him for a moment before contuining to divert the subject, "You look really hot with the rifle." And he did. Her words were not just a lie to keep her from thinking about the ones lost. She had thought he looked really bad ass.

Lilly tried to casual look around to make sure no one could hear them; though in hindsight it lacked subtly. Then she told him something about her that she hadn't really told the others. "I almost joined the guard. Before I was arrested. I took a few of their into classes. The ones for the kids under 18 to help them see what they were getting into." She knew he was a cadet once, or a guardsmen. Lilly didn't remember which but at this point it made him more qualified then everyone else to train and lead them. "I remember the class on safety with the weapons. I can help you tomorrow, if you want." She was ready to stop being afraid and step up. She wanted to fight, and not hid behind the walls any longer.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Lilly Cartwig

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

That much was true. While life here was short, time was something they were granted. Time to prepare when they could, time to set up their defenses. They knew better than to waste any of it, that was for sure. He smirked when she spoke of how she could do with a bit of exhileration. "Well, there is more than one way to get that," he told her, a hint of suggestiveness in his voice. Considering the encounter they shared on their first night on Earth, well, it was clear what he was suggesting. The smirk remained in place when she complimented his appearance of how he looked with the gun. He wasn't egotistical enough to give a cocky reply; not when it came to appearances. So instead, he just diverted the subject.

"I'm sure you would too," he said, offering his weapon to her so that he could just take in the sight. Her next words didn't overly surprise him, considering who he knew her mother to be. What he hadn't expected, was forn her to reveal that to him. As he had not made any mention of his knowledge that Callie Cartwig was her mother; that Lilly was among the privileged. It would do her no good down here for others to know that. Bellamy had been in the guard for a short while but it would be beneficial to get help on some of the training, especially gun safety.

Last thing they needed was everyone here getting too trigger happy. "Sounds good," he stated in agreement. "Gun safety is the first thing we'll be going over tomorrow," he further explained. Along with the rules of the guns, and what would happen if people didn't follow them. They weren't toys. They were weapons, meant for defense, nor murdering each other with. "You wanna take the lead on it?" He offered, having no problem with her going over the basics. Besides, he would be there to see if there was anything he could add. But as she had taken the class, she should be well equipped with the necessary knowledge.

[Lilly Cartwig]

They had started being flirty, but when he handed her the gun she forgot about everything but the excitement of holding something to powerful! Lilly gripped it in her hand, and looked over it for a moment before lifting it up to tuck into her shoulder like she had seen the guard do so many times. Her hand wasn't near the trigger she she lifted it up to hold it like she might shoot it. She felt strong for the first time since finding out there were things in the woods that wanted to kill them."Gun safety is the first thing we'll be going over tomorrow," That was a good idea! Last thing they needed was someone shooting themselves int he foot.

"You wanna take the lead on it?" He asked and she jerked her head up to look at him in surprise. Her gun lowered so it was by her side rather then up and and pointed. Well, not her gun, but she didn't want to let go of it right now. He wanted her to lead it? She wanted to say yes! She wanted that authority and chance to be like her mother! Her mother had always effortlessly command a room--when she spoke other's listened! At the same time . . . knowing too much was too telling. How would she explain her knowledge? Lilly had not even realized what she had let slip out to him. Knowing what happened to Wells, and seeing how hard Clarke had to work to get accepted . . . she was afraid. "Might sound better coming from you. Or even Miller." Who's dad was an a guard, and everyone knew it.