Every Rose Has Its Thorn

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Suspicious. That was the best way that Bellamy could describe what he was feeling right now. There was no relief found in this seemingly safe haven. This place was . . . almost too good to be true. His instinct was telling him otherwise and it was often a feeling he trusted. The only semblance of relief he found, was in Dante's assurance that the others were alright. That they were alive. That they were here. Once Bellamy got free of the quarantine room he'd been placed under, he didn't care about anything else.

They had tended to whatever wounds he had, allowed him to freshen up, wear clean clothes . . . but still, Bellamy only cared about the others. Seeing for himself that they were alright. Dante led him to where there seemed to be a tour taking place. He walked through the threshhold, doing a quick count and scan to make sure that they were all here . . . to see how many they had lost during the war against Grounders. A voice disrupted the tour as they shouted out his name, prompting a similar reaction as they rushed to him.

Bellamy wasn't exactly a hugger, but he was not unwelcoming of the gesture as it was repeated from those who wished to embrace him. He was far from relaxed . . . but he couldn't supress a smile over seeing that they were here. That they were alive. They had lost 52 people. Give or take. But in this current moment, he was fixed on the 48 that stood before him. "Are you all ok?" He asked, wanting to hear if something had happened yet . . . they all looked alright. Unharmed. Happy, almost. Which just reinforced Bellamy's earlier thought: this place was too good to be true.

[Roma Bragg]

Roma was in a dress! Her hair was trimmed and washed, and her face was clean! She even had a bit of makeup that was given to her from one of the other girls who lived here. Roma loved it here! They were safe, and no one was trying to kill her, and she had a warm bed! SHOWERS! All the water she wanted to use! NO LIMITS! SOAP! SHAMPOO! IT WAS PERFECT HERE! They apologized that they couldn't go outside as opening the door was risky, but Roma had lived on the Ark! Who cared about the outside! She hated Earth! This was where she wanted to be!

During the tour she was getting bored (who cared about how this place worked?) and her eyes roamed over to the side. That was when she saw him! All cleaned up and in nice clothes! She wanted to rip them off him! He had looked damn fine in his guard uniform, but this was a close second! "Bellamy!" She called and ran toward him, hearing the others follow! They could get in damn line! She jumped lightly when she got to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. After moving to his side so the others could hug him too, Roma answered him when he asked if they were alright. "Better then ok, we are great! Look at me! They'd given us food, and clothes, and we're safe!" Surely he felt it too! That euphoria of being able to let their guards down! "They even got you all dressed up." Which was hot!

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Bellamy gave a bit of a smile at Roma's reaction, and her entire demeanour. They all looked cleaned up, relaxed . . . happy. But it didn't dismiss any of Bellamy's misgivings about this place. He still didn't trust it. Yet he knew now was not the time to voice them. To bombard the delinquents with his distrust of Mount Weather residents would only cause them to rebel against this notion. He couldn't say anything, not until he had more evidence.

Besides, he didn't want to destroy whatever contentment and peace they found in this place. They deserved some time of that. And until he absolutely had to, he wouldn't destroy it. He wouldn't damper it. "Likewise," he said with a bit of a nod as his eyes looked over Roma, before shifting to the others -- his words in response to her own about having gotten him all dressed up.

It felt odd, not to be in Arker attire but he was still human after all. And he couldn't deny the good feeling of being in different clothes. But no sooner did the thought of not wanting to damper this entire his mind . . . that he felt the need to ask his next. "How many of us are there?" He had to know. Were those in this room all of them? Or were there others detained in quarantine just like he had been. He needed to know how many of their people had made it . . . and thus, how many had not.

[Roma Bragg]

"Likewise," he said, with this eyes ranking over her and Roma smiled pleased. She knew it might be shallow, but Roma didn't care! She liked how she looked and when people noticed she felt giddy! Bellamy was at the top of that list! His little smile and his look was a plus ten in her head! While he looked over the others, she took her time to look over him as well. Detailing in how they had bathed and dressed him--which she found creepy, but she was more pleased to be clean then creeped out that they had seen her naked!

The tour guide was asking for everyone's attention but most of the kids stayed with their attention on Bellamy. He was their fearless leader after all. Roma shifted closer to his side, just as eager for his attentions. "How many of us are there?" Back to business. Roma let one of the others answer, Miller. He was a good guy, and she had known him before getting sent to the ground. His boyfriend was from farm station like her. "48 of total." Roma felt her heart beat hard, and she stiffed slightly. Alice wasn't here. She didn't know what that meant, but she hoped it could mean she was still out there somewhere. "We should finish the tour!" She said, trying to distract everyone. The tour guide took the chance, and got everyone's attenion witht he promise of cake. As they group started moving on, Roma stayed there with Bellamy.

"The others that didn't make it here . . . " She started asking, looking up at him. "Could they still be alive?" Alice was her dear friend, and while Roma had already braced for the knowlage of her death, she still had a trickle of hope. Maybe Alice made it. Maybe she got to safety. Maybe the grounders thought they were all dead and left her alone. Either way, she looked up at his taller form with a bit of fear and hope in her eyes. After all, his sister wasn't here either.

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Roma Bragg

whatever

THE HELL WE WANT

Less than half. Bellamy felt his heart sink a little at this revelation, clenching his jaw in effort to fight back the emotion. He had known that they would lose people in the war against Grounders . . . but hearing the number, knowing that there were only less than half of them alive, made him realize the extent of his failure. His failure to protect them. The crowd began to move with the tour guide, but Bellamy needed a moment to silently mourn their fallen friends.

Roma's question caused him to think, though he feared the answer was already known. He was probably as far as anyone had gotten. If they had found him and brought him here . . . then there wouldn't have been any one else left alive that they hadn't discovered. If so, it would only be a very small handful of delinquents. Perhaps less than 5. "I don't know," he answered truthfully. But it was clear he wasn't too optimistic. Right now, his priority had to be the ones he knew for a fact were still alive; the ones inside Mount Weather.

He didn't want to burden her or the others with this right now though. He needed to learn more about this place. "Come on, let's finish the tour," he told her, casually putting his hand on her back as he moved them toward the rest of the group. Truth be told, he had no interest in the tour. He was merely just encouraging the distraction for the sake of the others. "How long have we been in here for?" Bellamy inquired, still standing next to Roma, as he realized that he'd lost track of time in his unconscious state.

[Roma Bragg]

"I don't know," His words weren't what she was hoping to hear, but nor were they in the negative either. Roma nodded her head, and tried not to think about it. Maybe they were alright. "Come on, let's finish the tour," he told her, and put his hand on her back to guide them toward the group. Roma shifted to walk closer to him, comforted and pleased with how he kept them together. She didn't let them catch up too close to the group, as she wanted to talk to him more--or you know, sneak off to enjoy him clean body!

"How long have we been in here for?" Oh! She knew the answer to this! Turning so her body partly faced him, and partly walked with him, she spoke in a hushed tone. "Monty was here longer then us. They took him from the woods. The rest of us got here about two days ago. They only just let most of us out a few hours ago. They had to make sure we weren't carrying any sickness." Like how Murphy had that once. "Once they knew, they let us go and then started giving us a tour of our new home!!" Her tone was hushed but excited! Clean, safe, and food!!! It was better then the Ark! "We can use as much water as we want! There are lots of clothes! . . . . and all we can eat!" Roma looked up at him, glee evident on her face. "We should have come here sooner! No wonder the grounders didn't want us near here! Clearly they want it for themselves, or something!" She didn't know or care how they thought!

Her hands moved to clasp his in both of her's. "Bellamy, they have real showers!" She said in a whisper to him, before leaning in to stress her words quietly while squeezing his hand for emphases. "All. The. Water. We. Want." With a promiscuous smile she turned to keep walking. The tour guide was saying something about the art collection and how it had been saved. Roma wanted to roll her eyes, but didn't. Her mood was too high to really care. "First they drag us through the engineering room below to show us how this place worked, and now they talk about art. I don't think they know we don't care." She teased, both bored with it, and enjoying herself. Odd combination but for Roma she wore it often.