A Second Chance

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They had only been on earth for what, a week, maybe more? He had lost track of how long it had been, but one thing was clear: they weren't alone. After what had happened to Jasper, it was no wonder that they were trying to fortify their camp as best they could. Then Wells had been killed by the Grounders and who the hell knew what was going to happen next? Being in somewhat of a position of power, thanks to aligning himself with the right people (aka Bellamy), Murphy made the rounds, watching as the other delinquents worked on building the wall and making sure they stayed on track. He had always been the one everyone had looked down on, treating him like someone who shouldn't have even existed. Hell, even his mother had started doing that, especially when she was drunk, after his father had been floated. Murphy couldn't remember a time when he had actually been with people his own age and having a chance at a clean slate.

So yeah, he was going to use his power to his advantage, and he was going to enjoy the hell out of it. One of the delinquents dropped one of the logs they were carrying and Murphy deliberately kicked it away from then when they reached for it. "Stop being lazy and dropping things, get to work. This wall isn't going to build itself." He hooked his thumb in his utility belt, continuing to make his rounds. No, he wasn't going to be treated like the outcast here, damnit, not if he had anything to say about it. Murphy was done being kicked when he was down and this was his chance. He had been alone for so many years in his cell that his people skills were probably pretty rusty, but honestly he didn't care. He was just glad to be free of it. At least here on Earth, despite the outsider threat, he had a better chance of surviving than locked up in a cell until he was of legal age and then they could float him. Screw them all. He had been struggling to get by and so he had stolen some things. So what. He didn't feel like starving and there had been kids in Factory Station who had needed the food. He had managed to get the food to them but as soon as he had gone out of that area, the guards had found him and next thing he knew he had been locked away.

Murphy walked over to where they had a bucket of water they had collected from a nearby stream and scooped out a cupful. Downing the cool liquid, he closed his eyes for a moment, enjoying the momentary refresher before setting the cup back down and beginning his rounds once more. Looking around, he still saw plenty of silver cuffs on most of the delinquents. Even though a lot of them had given the cuffs up for food the other night, they still had a ways to go. The only way to keep the grownups from coming down here was to make them think they were all dead, but no one seemed to realize this. Idiots. Like it was going to be any better if the rest of the Arkers got down to the ground. It'd be just like it had been up there on the stations and Murphy wasn't about to let that happen. Murphy crossed his arms over his chest, watching the others work. They needed to get the wall up fast and they had already made decent enough progress. Now they just needed to finish it. "Hurry up!" he yelled out when he saw two delinquents taking their good old sweet time roping together two of the logs. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw two others start getting into a wrestling match, laughing as they did so. With a scowl, he began walking towards them. Time to teach them a lesson about goofing off when there was work to be done.

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Monty had spent a lot of time up in the dropship, working on a potential communication device and helping with Jaspers injury. He hated the entire situation. He didn’t know how else to help his friend, the superficial lights in the dropship were off and the few lights he managed to get to were not infused with the right light. He needed sunshine. He needed the right kind of light to feel refreshed again. Sometimes Monty wondered if humans were actually secret plants, because for beings that did not need light to live, the light could make a lot of problems.

Monty had perched himself on a rock outside, fixing two pieced of Metal together to build a tank to catch rain water in and maybe to disperse it properly. The others were being pushed to build the wall, yet Monty refused to help with that. He wasn’t strong. He wasn’t that big of a potential help at the wall, so he decided to do something he actually could do: Help with the objects they would eventually need as well. Though he heard one of the other delinquents shouts. It was annoying, even to him and he had Jasper as friend, he was used to endless chatter.
“You know, they might work faster if you motivate them, not threaten them. That actually reminds me a lot of the Ark. Do as we tell you to do or get floated.”

@murphy

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Murphy paused, turning to look at the new voice. What was that kid’s name. Monty? Yeah, something along those lines. “Yeah, and your point is?” His gaze narrowed as he watched the other fiddle with two pieces of metal. “Why aren’t you building the wall like everyone else? Think you’re too good for it?” He was half tempted to grab the other by the collar of his jacket and shove him towards where the others were working but at that point, he didn’t really care to exert himself. It wasn’t that entertaining anyways. “What are you doing anyways?” Not that he was really interested in whatever the other was working on but he apparently seemed to think it was important. Murphy would be the final judge on that.

He spotted one of the delinquents taking a seat and walked over, using the toe of his boot to shove them off of the rock and onto the brush-covered ground. “Get back to work. Who said you could sit down?” Looking around, he scowled. “You think this is a joke? You want the Grounders to come kill you in your sleep? Get a move on!” When one of the delinquents made a move towards him, Murphy shoved him back causing him to stumble and fall into the dirt. “You try something again and you won’t make it until tomorrow,” he snapped.

Turning away from them, he walked back over to where John and a few others were standing and observing. He joked around with them for a few minutes before looking back over at Monty. “You sure you don’t want to be keeping an eye on your friend?” It was not a big secret around camp that he had tried to kill Jasper but the idiot had kept yelling and moaning, which was only going to lead the Grounders to them. Murphy was just trying to put him out of his misery and save the camp from an attack. What was so wrong about that? Clearly everything. Murphy wasn’t trying to make friends. Allies, sure, but friends weren’t something he had ever had and he didn’t feel he needed. So what if he was striking fear into the others? That motivated them well enough and it kept them out of his hair.

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[Sorry Murphy is a total ass at this point LOL]

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“My point is, that if you want the work to be done as quickly as possible, give them a reason to do it, other than physical pain. That only gets you their hatred, but not the job done.” He had his fair share of experience working alongside scared guards in their hierarchy, when he had the chance to just work and know he would be allowed to fix mistakes and better himself, in case of mistakes. It made him more productive and made the entire team able to optimize their productiveness. This here was not optimizing anything but mimicking the feeing the most oppressed of them had and as far as Monty could tell those who were oppressed might just be the oppressors here on earth.

“Rain water tank. To minimize the need to go down to the river where we might get shot by grounders.” It had logic, of course, they had spoken about it beforehand, had to do so. It would not be the only one he would make. Water was essential for all of them. They just needed it, more than anything else. And most of it was found outside the walls they were pulling up. Catching rainwater would naturally fix that and keep them alive even if they could not go out. They might survive a potential siege, if the Grounders were that type of people. Monty shook his head as Murphy went back to bullying the people. He had to bite back a comment about how he should rather call him Jaha junior and not Wells, because he seemed to be very intend on keeping those … pretend rules alive.

“Who says he’s unguarded?” Monty pointed out. “I’m not the only friend he has. People are protecting him, not that you really worried about his well being of course. He’s not alone. I wouldn’t have left him alone. Need for the tank or not.”

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