You Know What They Say About Snitches & Bitches

[Roma Bragg]

Earth. Was. Hell. She hated it. At first it was all EARTH! FREEDOM! YEAH! And now it was a night of rain, and her hair was dirty, and she was in the same underwear for days, and she was hungry, and she had to pee outside! With others around! Worst earth ever. Finally though food was found! Which meant she was found by Bellamy! He was . . . displeased . . . in learning she was under age, but clearly not too displeased because they had sex in her tent, and then she brought her girlfriend along to do it in his tent again! . . . . and again!

Which meant Roma had what she needed. She didn't overly work hard around camp, no one bossed her around cause she was in his bed, and she had Bellamy and Alice together--both people she cared for. Roma walked out of Bellamy's tent int he morning and stretched her arms while walking over to get water. She still worked some collecting nuts and water, but not as much as the others. As she passed by John Murphy she didn't give him a glance. It was too early to deal with him.

[John Murphy]

While some of the delinquents got on with whatever they were instructed to do, others needed a push to get going. Some, maybe even a punch. As long as the job got done, whatever it might be. Murphy could certainly see the logic in securing the area around the dropship, their little camp. It needed to be done, but more than that he enjoyed the position he was in for the moment. Aligned with somebody who seemed like they could handle the rest of the group, and Murphy was more than happy to do it with him. Help run things, Bellamy had said. Murphy would rather that than be stuck at the bottom of the pile. That wasn't going to happen. 

There were others among them who just wouldn't pull their weight, wouldn't listen to orders and were content to laze around however they wanted. It was to be expected among a group of teenage criminals, but that didn't mean they could get away with it. One such slacker now passed him by. Roma. One of Bellamy's playthings. At least, that was as much as Murphy thought of her. "Hey, where do you think you're going?"

Tag: Roma Bragg

[Roma Bragg]

"Hey," Ugh! Roma rolled her eyes before he could even finished his question. "Where do think you're going?" Great! He was talking! That just made her morning. Roma got to the water bin, and dipped the cup in, before turning to face him. "Get something wet," She told him in a slow voice, meaning the water but making her words be able to mean a rainbow of things. "Something you'd know so little about." She added in a low voice, almost under her breath, knowing damn well it could go either way. Either she meant he needed a bath, or she meant he wouldn't know how to get a girl wet if he tried.

She took a long drink of her water while watching him, knowing that with Murphy he could either smart mouth back or . . . worst. Roma wasn't a fighter! She didn't even light verbal fighting, especially down here where it could turn physical so quickly. She was more of a bath every night, brush your hair 100 strokes, and roll around in bed all day. Sadly one of of the three could happen down here, and even then it was hard. There was always too much work to be done.

[John Murphy]

Smart ass. He caught her additional comment as he slowed to a halt in front of her. Some of the others talked back in a similar way but most of them did it a little less brazenly. Still, it was almost a pleasure when they didn't. It gave him a little extra push to react, as if he needed it. Murphy let her take her long sip, an unimpressed glare shifting to a smirk as he watched. Thought she was royalty now because she stepped out of the right tent? 

The sip and stare was more or less a challenge, and he had to assert his authority after all. Murphy responded while Roma still held the cup to her lips, swiftly raising his hand to knock the bottom of it upward to spill the remaining contents in her direction. "There, you got something wet. This water's for people who actually do some real work around here." With a step closer, he offered a more mocking grin, gaze fixed on her. "Not just the horizontal kind."

Tag: Roma Bragg

[Roma Bragg]

EFFING MURPHY! Roma felt the cup tilt and water spill all down her! She coughed for a second and then gasped as she stood there looking a mess! "There, you got something wet." Roma let out a highly annoyed sound, that almost came out a growl. "This water's for people who actually do some real work around here." That bastard! He was lucky she knew she couldn't take him or she'd try! Instead she stood there glaring at him and angry! "Not just the horizontal kind." Really?? THAT was what he wanted to use against her?

"Poor Murphy!" She started out saying her tone clipped and snidful at first but it slowed as she calmed slightly while taking pleasure in belittling him as much as she dated. He wouldn't hurt her, Bellamy's name protected her. She knew that Murphy was his little bitch! "Can't get none down here so he has to make everyone else's life miserable." Roma was greatful she was annoying tall right now, because while she might not be taller then him she at least didn't have to look up to him. "Is your hand getting too tired so you have to run your mouth?" Her voice was low enough that the people who had started staring at them when she growled couldn't hear. Turning she tossed the cup into the water and then looked back at him. "And for the record, I was vertical last night . . . at least for the first half."

[John Murphy]

The growly noise which escaped Roma was hilarious, coaxing a broad grin now in satisfaction that he'd provoked it. Now Murphy waited for some kind of retaliation. He guessed she might have it in her to give him in the very a least slap, but as far as he knew she was less scrappy and all mouth. He'd heard enough of her... quite the set of vocal cords. If she wasn't what seemed to be a current favorite of Bellamy's, Murphy might have offered a more scathing remark on her loose ways, but there was still time. 

It wasn't that he particularly cared about her sex life, or the rumors that she got around, but rather her defiant attitude, even if some distant part of him might have almost admired it. If she wasn't so annoying. These insults rolled off him as he suspected his might have when spoken to her, it was probably akin to something they'd both heard before. Murphy wasn't about to leave it at that and let her wander off back to bed, the delinquent following only to slide in front of Roma again, blocking her path. "Both work just fine actually..." As he spoke, he raised his hand with a brisk wave close to her face, though only in hopes of prompting a flinch. More to irritate than anything else. With a glance cast in the direction of Bellamy's tent after her final comment, he fixed his attention on her once more. "Great, so I guess that means your back works just fine. You can help fortify the wall with everybody else. You think you get a free pass because you're banging Bellamy? See how long that lasts... "

Tag: Roma Bragg

[Roma Bragg]

"Both work just fine actually..." He said, while swinging the said hand toward her, causing Roma to stumble backwards to make sure he couldn't hit her! Ass hat! She backed up and tried to stride step him, since he had moved to block the tent from her. She did notice him look back at it! CLEARLY he didn't want to get caught teaching her this way! "Great, so I guess that means your back works just fine. You can help fortify the wall with everybody else. You think you get a free pass because you're banging Bellamy? See how long that lasts... " Really? That was cute if he thought she was working!

"The gravity down here has made you delusional, if you think I ma working on a wall." She muttered drying toward him. She had a job that was collecting nuts, fruits, and moving them to a storage place! It was one she did with Alice, her girlfriend. Whom was still tucked into Bellamy's side in his tent. "Besides, what happened to whatever the hell we want? I don't want to work on a wall." This time her words were smug, her joke pleasing her. "So run along and go play with your little minion Mbege. I'm going back to bed." She moved then to walk around him, hoping like hell he didn't stop her again.

[John Murphy]

Roma's stumble to the rear was met with a quiet huff of laughter, that had worked better than expected. A faked threat, he'd have to try that out with her a second time. He amused himself with it a little longer until she opened her mouth again. Was it possible she was growing more irritating with every syllable? As pissed off as he might have been, Murphy was enjoying it in a way. It gave him the opportunity to get the better of her, and he was sure going to try before she made it back to the tent. 

This time he reached to grasp her upper arm, with a tug back towards him, though not too roughly for now. "No, you're not. You'll want a wall to hide behind when you've got spears flying at you like goggle boy." He gave a nod in the vague direction Jasper had been wailing not so long ago, despite all being quiet now. Her next comment gave him pause. So she wanted to use that? All right, he'd go along with it, momentarily seeming to concede, albeit briefly. "Sure...you're right. That goes for all of us, so me and Mbege? We'll take your share of the food, water... your little girlfriend's too. Whatever the hell we want, right? Looks like you'll be going out hunting... so don't worry about the wall."

Tag: Roma Bragg

[Roma Bragg]

"No, you're not. You'll want a wall to hide behind when you've got spears flying at you like goggle boy." Ugh! That was stupid! She wasn't going to get speared because she sure as hell wasn't going out there! Not that far anyway! Even when she went out it was in groups and they had Bellamy most the time. Or someone with fighting experience! Dax! He was handy! Hot too! He lacked that Bellamy presence, but he wasn't hard to look at. "Now you just sound as annoying as you look," She muttered at him.

"Sure...you're right. That goes for all of us, so me and Mbege? We'll take your share of the food, water... your little girlfriend's too. Whatever the hell we want, right? Looks like you'll be going out hunting... so don't worry about the wall." Roma stared at him for a moment, before a slow smile played on her face. "Oh you must truly be desperate, to aim to low." He had over played his hand and Roma knew it. She had been close to Bellamy on the Ark and the first night on the ground he demanded she remove the bracelet, then he let her get food, and built her a tent--one she never really used. He didn't want to see her hurt or suffering, so as long as she did what he said, she knew he wouldn't let her go without. "Everyone knows you are Blake's little bitch. It might be whatever the hell we want, but we both know that he'd not going to let you decide on the rations that he worked for. So go head. Try!" She was aiming low, and she knew it it. Murphy might be one of his men in charge, but he was the weak link. The one everyone hated.

[John Murphy]

Everything she had said so far hadn't left a dent, not even so much as ruffled him, until the mention of Bellamy not letting him decide on rations. Perhaps she was right and their current leader wouldn't leave Murphy to make decisions on such things especially when made vindictively, the possibility of the denial somewhat of an irritation. On the other hand, Murphy figured Bellamy needed him. For now. Just as he needed Bellamy. To stay on the leader's good side for as long as it was beneficial, for as long as it was a good place for him to be. After all, it was Bellamy who had approached him and Mbege and enlisted their help, he needed them. 

Apparently, he also needed his fill of the girls among the camp, Roma being one of the main 'regulars', it seemed. For all his threats, Murphy suspected Bellamy might not be too pleased if he made her life too difficult. Then again, maybe he wouldn't care since he was spreading it around as far as Murphy could tell. Either way, annoying her was better than nothing. "Blake's little bitch?" He huffed a quiet laugh, stepping in a little closer, but with a confident smirk so as to disguise the fact he didn't particularly want the aforementioned Blake to hear. "I'm pretty sure you have that title, Roma. It's all you're good for... or so you keep reminding us."

Tag: Roma Bragg

[Roma Bragg]

"Blake's little bitch?" One day someone was going to hit him in that mouth, and she'd enjoy watching it! He moved closer, and Roma rolled her eyes--though it was more of a pretense to shift her stance and step backwards to avoid him getting into her face. "I'm pretty sure you have that title, Roma. It's all you're good for... or so you keep reminding us." Really? WHY did people sometimes feel the need to through that in her face as if it was going to be a magic button to ruin her day?? There was a reason she reminded people of it--it was because she was proud! Sex with her was fucking awesome! She wasn't going to shy away from her favorite thing!

Being good in bed didn't make her a bitch, or a slut! It made him an ass hole for thinking it! "You know with as much as you like reminding me about who I'm wrapping in my thighs, I am gonna start thinking you have a thing for me." She said snidely, knowing it wasn't true. However, as his nearness was intimidating, she turned to attempt to talk a around him, while leaving enough space between them that she wasn't close to him. She didn't plan to stick around and visit on of his violent streaks. "Now if you don't mind, I have an elsewhere to be." She was dismissing him, which if she had thought more about it she would known it wouldn't work--but Roma was really just hoping to climb back in the warm bed she had crawled out of.

[John Murphy]

Her suggestion prompted a quiet huff along with a derisive glance over her. "You're not everyone's flavor, Roma... a little too sour for me." He knew better than to expect her to whimper at such a remark or the highlighting of her free-loving ways, but since she kept throwing out mindless insults, few of which would hit the spot, he'd keep offering them right back. But a couple of hers had hit, even if only a little, moving his mildly irritated amusement more towards annoyance. And the way she yet again began to wander off while he was still talking to her sparked it a little more. She might not have provoked his anger as such, but that kind of disrespect wasn't going to fly anymore if he could help it. He was, after all, in charge at least in some capacity. Whether she liked it or not.

Even so, he knew that at this point Bellamy could strip that authority with a word if he wanted to, though it would be a bad move on the leader's part. Regardless, Murphy wanted to stay on his good side, but that side still didn't include Roma in Murphy's view. He let her saunter off while he backed up to the water with his gaze still on the other, grabbing the cup she had tossed in there to dip and fill it. If she ran off screaming that would be entertainment enough, but he couldn't let her go without something in response to the dismissal. Following after her he gave a flick of his wrist to empty the contents of the cup her way.  Maybe she'd cool it now, but unlikely.

Roma Bragg