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Post by jenny on Mar 10, 2016 23:52:26 GMT
I wasn't going to leave you. We don't abandon our own. Those words, pretty much made her smile inside. She had never had someone who cared about her. Considering she never had anyone to care for her. She fiddled with her hands when he asked what she had wanted to be on the ark. She guessed he decided to change the subject, which was a good idea. She let out a sigh as she continued to fiddle with her fingers and staring at the ground "Well I'm not even sure. My entire life I've watched my parents trade their rations for moonshine. Then I would find them passed out" She always tends to mess with her hands when she feels nervous. She wasn't uncomfortable talking about it, but then again she's never told anyone about this "My dad was the biggest drinker though. Whenever my mom wasn't around and he drank to much thats when he decided to lay a hand. I would show up to school with bruises I was able to cover" She tried preventing any tears form coming up, which she succeeded in doing. Although she could feel her eyes were red "I always found that I was taking care of myself, I never really had my mind set on what I wanted to do. On what I wanted to be" She kept her eyes planted on the floor, she didn't bother to move because the pain would only escalate. At least when she talked about something else other then the wound she didn't feel as much pain
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Post by Bellamy Blake on Mar 14, 2016 16:36:07 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT Bellamy listened attentively to her answer, as she opened up about her past. He knew that was not something that was so easily done, and deep within him, he felt this surge of honor that she would express it to him. He wanted to be that for the delinquents. While he was all too aware that his demeanour often indicated an air of indifference and lack of care . . . the fact that they still came to him, still spoke to him, meant a great deal.
Perhaps he was more expressive of his willingness to help ever since deciding to stay. Listening to her past however, made his heart go out to her for having to endure such a difficult upbringing. She wasn't the only one either, for Bellamy knew that many of these delinquents did not have it easy. "That doesn't sound easy," he said, detecting the red color on her eyes. Which was understandable. It was a fairly emotional topic of conversation he imagined. It was also why he could never open up about his own past. "Down here, you can be whatever you want," he told her truthfully.
They were all forced to be warriors, but beyond that . . . they were free from the contraints that the Ark often otherwise restrained them under. "So take some time now, to think about it." He was hardly dismissing what her family had put her through, but right now . . . with her injury, he wanted her to think of something more positive. Not something that could potentially only cause her more pain. Perhaps at a later time, they could revisit the conversation. But in this current moment, he wanted to make her smile, not cry. "You must have had some sort of interest or hobby on the Ark. If you could be anything now, what would that be?" Besides what the Ark forced them to be.
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Post by jenny on Mar 24, 2016 23:30:06 GMT
Fox still was watching the ground when Bellamy spoke. She listened carefully. And he was right, down here we could be anything we want. She didn't know why she opened up to him, but she just did. Somehow she felt comfortable around him, safe. Her eyes moved up and fixed into his. She slightly chuckled to herself when he asked about what she would've wanted to be. "It's gonna sound kind of stupid. But I've kinda wanted to be in the guard. I was good at knife throwing. I pretty much sucked at the guns being the fact I never really trained in them" Even now she felt it was pretty stupid. She knew she could never really become a guard but I'd she really set her mind to it, she knew she could. She grabbed her shirt and slowly put it over her head putting it back on. She softy winced at the pain that was coming from the wound. She leaned back against the wall after she put her shirt on "Which is why I want to become skilled with the guns. Protect people here. Something my parents never did for me"
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Post by Bellamy Blake on May 7, 2016 19:56:29 GMT
whatever THE HELL WE WANT A faint and slightest of smirks formed on his features when she revealed that she had wanted to be on the guard. It wasn't an expression of mockery. It was just ironic. He had once been . . . no, almost been on the guard. A cadet. Since Shumway had made it quite clear that he wasn't formally on the guard. "Not stupid at all," he told her in a low voice. "You have the potential to be good. Real good," he encouraged her when she had said that she wasn't skilled with guns, but wanted to be; wanted to protect others.
"Cause you have the heart for it." It wasn't just about the physical skill. It was about that genuine need and desire to protect other people. That drive was what motivated a person; it was what would make someone more than capable and exceptionally skilled. She had that. It was why he knew she would be good. "Gotta work on your reckless tendencies," he added teasingly towards her as his smirk because a little more prominent. Though, he meant his words. "But once you're healed up, we'll get back to training." He wasn't about to give up on that or her. He believed in her. Just like he believed in all the delinquents here.
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Post by jenny on May 29, 2016 3:38:47 GMT
Those words he spoke, it motivated her. He was right, she can make a good impact. The more she learns the better she can do to protect her people on the ground. Afterall, Chancellor Jaha sent them down there to die. Maybe this is a second chance, for her to do something great. To be somebody. Fox softly smiled at him as she placed her hand over her wound. A small shot of pain swirled all over her stomach as she had the energy to stand. She leaned against the wall for a second before she looked at Bellamy "Hopefully the fog is clear, the sooner we get back to camp and better" They both walked to the entrance and stopped when they both noticed the fog was clear. Once they both walked out of the cave she inhaled the nice cool air. It was as if the fog was never there. It made her wonder, where the fog came from. How it would pass through as if it were never there. Fox began to walk back to camp with the help of Bellamy. Although, they didn't get too far. She moved her head when she heard rustling again, which made them both stop. She let out a small gasp when she heard a small yell coming from behind them. After turning around two grounders appeared just over a small hill and whacking them on the side of the head. But surprisingly the grounders didn't knock them out. The grounders put rope around both their hands and made them stand up. Then made them both walk. Fox swallowed hard and turned her head slightly to look a Bellamy. Fear was written all over her face, but she didn't want to show it. They could never catch a break. They kept walking until they entered a room, the grounders took them to the middle of the room. Placing them both on their knees. Fox knew nothing good was going to come out of this
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