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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 4, 2016 16:49:56 GMT
Gena carried the a plate and a drink to a table. The girl, like many others, had opted to eat in the hangar instead of outside or just in their rooms or buildings. Gena knew that some of them were just looking for company. Many, like her, had lost their family. She was lucky to have reconnected with her best friend and to have found not only a friend, but a lover and family in him. Bellamy had so quickly moved up from best friend to her only family and it felt so natural, so beautiful to her. Even though she had lost her mother, she was not alone. Gena placed the food in front of her client. She was working on something, it seemed, so she carefully placed the plate next on her.
“There you go. We ran out of the roots, but you have some fried nuts with your meat. And a good drink.” Personally mixed by Gena. She looked at the thing on the table, but couldn’t for a moment imagine what it was, though it looked familiar. Given that this girl was the last to order and the last to be served, Gena could afford to linger a bit until more people needed something and they knew to find her in the room and approach her. “What are you working on?” She asked her curiously.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 10, 2016 23:48:28 GMT
| ACTUALLY, I CARE A LOT JUST NOT ABOUT THE THINGS YOU DO |
When the curly haired girl gave her the plate Bambi barely spared a glance. Instead, she was furiously sewing the shoulder pads for the new guard uniform prototype she was working on. Bellamy said they weren’t meant to be fashionable but she could make them sexy and durable. Much better than they were now—and they would hold up against any grounder weapons. She was pissed off; but her way of getting back at Bellamy’s mystery girlfriend was by getting his attention. True, if Bambi asked others who Bell was dating she probably would have gotten an answer, but Bambi—though utterly flawless, didn’t get along with the others very well so she tended to keep to herself. Funny how such a pretty, smart and talented thing could be so socially anxious, wasn’t it? Truth be told, she hadn’t put herself out there in ages... not since her husband died in the factory station... But she didn’t focus on that.
“What no wild berries?” she teased before throwing a light sneer at the nuts on the plate. The ground did them no favors when it came to cuisine. The question made her look up from her work heavily. “I’m working on a prototype for a guard uniform design. Not that anybody is appreciative—“she added with a frown. Bellamy had gotten to her, what could she say. “But they’ll be thankful when it’s done.” She rolled her eyes and held the needle between her teeth for a moment, still talking—just not as well. “Mr Curly Locks doesn’t seem to care but maybe one of the girls might.” The rage was clear in her eyes, but she just called that... animated focus.
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 11, 2016 16:24:22 GMT
“I’m sure the guards will appreciate it. What are the updates?” Gena asked, actually curious. She was interested in the guards for multiple reasons, the main one naturally being her boyfriend and then there were their friends, friends they shared, people she cared about and she was scared of losing them. Any upgrade on the guards uniform making it safer would be greatly appreciated by many people. Gina got curious there. Despite her doing something for the community she seemed so pissed, annoyed and well as a bartender and cook, she offered an understanding ear most of the time. That changed the moment she mentioned a Mr. Curls Locks. That could be a few people, but for Gena one made more sense than others. And the hint towards other girls. She knew he was popular with girls, she also knew so far she had nothing to worry about – or did she?
“Who’s Mr Curly Locks? Kane?” Probably not. While Kanes hair was almost as great as Bellamys, curly locks fit more to her boyfriend. And to have him paired with multiple girls in a sentence might make sense or not and so she was even more curious. She knew he had had casual flings before they reconnected and she had no doubt about his intentions to stay faithful. His mother raised him right, but there was just something… that felt slightly less good about all of this. “Do I know him and the girls in question?” She tried to speak casually, hoping that would give her access to the hopefully harmless gossip, but the Ark and Arkadia were complicated places. With an important friend of Bellamys gone and people healing from Mount Weather, she was not surprised how things got slightly crazy here.
Bambi Prim Hills
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Post by Deleted on Apr 7, 2016 2:45:22 GMT
| ACTUALLY, I CARE A LOT JUST NOT ABOUT THE THINGS YOU DO |
"Kane? God no. Don't get me wrong, he's cute but I'm not really into the high and mighty type." Though his personality had changed since they hit the ground, she still didn't like him. Personalities changed and mistakes were rectified but that didn't mean the nasty taste of future chancellor douche was out of her mouth quite yet. That would take time that they may not even have. "Bellamy." She said his name hesitantly as she looked over the shoulders of the jacket she was modifying. She hated to admit defeat and in this case, she'd been defeated pretty harshly. Maybe if she wasn't so intense, there wouldn't have been a problem. She was always a little too... much. Still, she was disappointed. "Tall dark and handsome, but has no appreciation for the finer things." She rolled her eyes with a bitter expression and folded the fabric she had been using before poking at her meal.
"Not sure-- what girls are guards? Monroe? Harper? They might care a little more about this kind of stuff than Bellamy does. Than anyone does really... Who knows?" She leaned on her hand; propping her jaw up as she rested her elbow on the desk. "Why do you ask hmm? Got a thing for oh so sexy Marcus?" |
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Post by Gena Martin on May 13, 2016 17:44:17 GMT
Bellamy. So this girl was really into Genas boyfriend. She obviously had no idea who she was talking to. Maybe it was not well known, she and Bellamy were private. They rather met alone, talked alone, stayed alone. They rather stayed in his room and just be together. She was just hoping she would not be into Kane, because the way she seemed, she was not sure that the girl would appreciate knowing she was currently talking to the very girl, who way with Bellamy, the girl who usually got to hug him after he returned from work, or who received his help to close up her work. Thinking about him alone made her ache for his arms around her.
“Oh I heard Bellamy does appreciate finer things. Just not those.” He appreciated history. He appreciated the past, greek legends and stories. He appreciated language. He appreciated a girl running her hands through his hair, gently massaging his scalp to make him feel better. He appreciated a simple smile given in thanks or a joke at the end of a hard day. He appreciated a lot of things. He might even appreciate tailoring, but Gena guessed he didn’t linger on it long, he couldn’t. It was because of his mother. She had been a seamstress. She had done it. Bellamy could do it himself, but it was full of bad memories, of course a stranger would not know about that and of course she could not tell the girl. “Kane is not my type at all. Besides, I have a boyfriend.” She hoped the girl would not ask who it was, because Gena would refuse to lie. “I understand why you like Bellamy. He’s hot. And good at fighting. He’s coming in here after his shifts often.”
Bambi Prim Hills
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