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Post by The Ark on Dec 29, 2016 8:54:33 GMT
SECRET SANTA Greetings Wonderful Members!! Below are the Secret Santa gifts that those who participated have made for others!! Feel free to reveal yourself should you wish to!! Thank you to those who participated and put together these WONDERFUL gifts!!! We wish you all the happiest of Holidays!!
For whatever use; signature, template, tracker. Or just to look at, I don't mind. I know Emerson is you're absolute favorite so I may have gone overboard with him and forgot to focus on others. Plus he doesn't get that much love  Mt Weather SecurityEmerson <3A card that comes in two images: Side 1Side 2A little name and emotion thing I did for Emerson, plus why I chose what I did: Caring Angered Regret Loyal Easy going Methodical Every day man Reign of terror Secretive Obsessional No turning back Why did I choose these? Emerson embodies these traits, along with many more, though it depends entirely on who you speak to. For example, if you ask his sons they'll tell you he's a caring man, easy going and wonderful. To those that don't know his true job he is an every day man, loyal and there for his people. When it comes to work he is methodical and secretive, willing to endure torture without giving up the mountain and its secrets. To his enemies, he's full of anger and his reign of terror and obsession for revenge, over the few remaining delinquents in the Ark. For him, there is no turning back now and aside from grief, pain and rage, he feels regret for not spending more time with his sons. Things I found that are not mine: Emerson lives by Toby Levins himself! Ontari is just a little wickedHarper's fight songWoa, Harps, Bryan and Miller?  Harty!!!!![/quote] |
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Post by The Ark on Dec 29, 2016 8:56:26 GMT
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Post by The Ark on Dec 29, 2016 8:58:56 GMT
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Post by The Ark on Dec 29, 2016 9:01:01 GMT
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Post by The Ark on Dec 29, 2016 9:02:57 GMT
samanthadoodles.deviantart.com/art/Bellamy-564945663Credit: samanthadoodles.deviantart.com/1milly2.deviantart.com/art/Bellamy-Portrait-524943944Credit: 1milly2.deviantart.com/elettrart.deviantart.com/art/Bellamy-blake-618301546Credit: elettrart.deviantart.com/www.deviantart.com/art/The-Fallen-Rebel-King-619352629Credit: mrs-lovetts-meat-pie.deviantart.com/samanthadoodles.deviantart.com/art/Monty-566097302Credit: samanthadoodles.deviantart.com/ohlazarus.deviantart.com/art/what-would-clarke-do-519065445Credit: ohlazarus.deviantart.com/www.deviantart.com/art/Monty-Green-The-100-643884034Credit: sbkarm.deviantart.com/Artigas hadn’t expected to be woken in the middle of the night, nor had he expected two sky people to emerge from the darkness holding guns, yelling threats and accusations. They’d terrified the people in his village and forced them to kneel in a pen in the mud like they were nothing more than animals. It sparked an anger inside him as he watched the two men search their village for any signs of their missing people. He hoped that the men would realise that their people weren’t there and they would just leave, they’d already succeeded in terrifying defenceless people, the majority of them hadn’t been trained in combat and were huddled on the floor afraid of what might happen to them if they were somehow singled out and deemed a threat by these men. Artigas stayed kneeling on the floor and he tried not to think about the cold wet feeling of the mud that had long since seeped through the material of his trousers and was starting to irritate the skin on his knees. One of the men disappeared around the side of a hut and remained out of sight for a couple of minutes, the silence seemed to stretch on forever and many of the villagers grew restless, worried about what was taking him so long. Artigas was sure that they’d committed no crime, they hadn’t seen the people that they were looking for, but even he was worried about what was keeping the man. Then just as the man’s companion started to call to him, the man reappeared, only this time he held something in his hand. The man ran back over to the pen and jumped the fence and threw whatever it was on the ground in front of them, once Artigas was able to get a proper look, he realised that it was one of the coats that had been brought to their village. It was true that it had once belonged to a sky person but everything that they had, had been obtained through scavenging. There was a growing sense of tension in the air as the sky person demanded answers, answers that they didn’t have for him. Artigas could feel his heart beating rapidly in his chest and he wasn’t sure if it was from fear or something else. He knew that something had to give, people were becoming restless, they feared for their lives and the lives of the people around them. When the man didn’t get the answer that he wanted, he grabbed a woman and shoved her to the ground, pressing a foot firmly against her back so that she could not get up again, not that she would try, she was too scared to try to fight him. Artigas watched as the woman’s face was pressed into the mud that coated the ground, he could hear her terrified cries and he felt his hands clench into fists at his side. It made him beyond angry to see the people that he cared about being mistreated and abused by this men, all because they thought that they had their people. He wanted to do something, to stop them from harming anyone else but if he tried to fight them now, he knew that he would most likely be shot and that would help nobody. One of the men was yelling, telling the man that was in the pen with them that they should go and Artigas prayed that he’d listen, that they’d go before anyone could really get hurt. Unfortunately, things rarely worked out like that and just as the man climbed out of the pen and it looked as though they would finally leave their village in peace, an elderly man lost his nerve and hopped the fence, running in the opposite direction to the sky people, away from the danger. Artigas flinched as several loud gunshots went off one after the other and he turned just in time to watch the old man fall. He felt like he’d been kicked in the gut, the man had only been trying to escape, he didn’t even lok like he was trying to attack them and they’d executed him for attempting to flee. That was the final straw for the young man as he realised that the men needed to be stopped before they could bring harm to any more of the villagers. The people of Tondc were defenceless and had done nothing to provoke the man who had opened fire. He knew that what he was going to do was foolish, but somebody had to do something before more innocent people died at the hands of these men. Before he could talk himself out of it and before anyone had time to grab him, he jumped to his feet and launched himself over the fence. However, as soon as his feet touched the floor again, he knew that he’d made a fatal error of judgement. He’d barely taken more than a couple of steps before he saw the man whirl on him, he didn’t even have time to register the sound of gunfire before the pain erupted in his abdomen and he stumbled to a halt. His hands fumbled in confusion at his stomach and he felt the stickiness of blood beneath his palms and before he even had time to look down to assess how badly he’d been injured, his legs buckled beneath him, sending him toppling to the floor. His head swam as he hit the floor, he could taste the blood in his mouth and his whole body felt like it had been set on fire and even the cold mud that had seeped into his clothing couldn’t put it out. He couldn’t call out for help as no sound would leave his mouth and he could hear the screams of others, but it sounded distant, like it was far away and not happening around him at that moment. He didn’t care, or he did… He couldn’t remember, the strength was quickly being drained from his body and he couldn’t find the energy to care about much other than the pain that he was in and even that was beginning to fade now, or maybe he was just becoming numb to it. Darkness swam at the edge of his vision and he didn’t fight it, he was too tired to fight and so he allowed the darkness to envelope his vision and he gave up his struggle, letting go of the life that he’d desperately been trying to hold on to.
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Post by The Ark on Dec 29, 2016 9:07:20 GMT
For Raine@abbygriffin , @derrick , Derrick , @linkon , @nate
A gift for Raine <3 some poems I thought up! Lexa's Heart.... I fight for my people, my family, my clan. I say blood must have blood to protect my land. Some of us will live while others may die, though they are my people, I have no time to cry. I had a strong and tall wall that no one could break But you came into my life and caused my strong heart to ache For as long as I have lived, my love was for them But you came along...a hidden gem I had never loved another such as you I felt so much more, more love than I ever knew. For nothing but chaos came from that Ark. Except you my love, except my Clarke. Bellamy's Thoughts (Season One) Nothing. Nothing but fear. They all look to me since we landed here. But I too am scared of our fate. For we are locked up inside this gate. When just beyond stands a world unknown. So much to behold, so much we could own. But I am just one, a leader of ninety nine. Each child my own, each child mine. There is nothing more I want than to love. But I must protect the 100 from above. My needs put aside, my wants in the shadows, I am Bellamy Blake and what I say goes. |
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