Post by Larkin Jones on Sept 26, 2017 17:12:12 GMT
It was the morning after a storm. They finally had contact to the Ark. Well, it turned out most of them rejoyed at the thought of talking to their loved ones. Larkin would, too, but she didn't think her father would want to. And there was the question if they could maintain this. Maybe there could be regular calls, but Larkin wasn't sure. Electricity and all that wasn't a resources easily come by in this area. But plants were. She felt herself reminded of her father when she started to collect them, bringing them to her tent in which she lived with another girl. Said girl liked to avoid her once she found out why Larkin was imprisoned and thus Larkin mostly stayed alone, watching from the sidelines, assessing as much as protecting herself. Most kids viewed her as murderer. And she didn't even try to correct them. Some things weren't easily explained.She watched people and it was Bellamy who caught her attention. He had a weird air about him. Guilt. There was guilt in him and Larkin felt herself respond to it, wanting to take a bit of the guilt, to put things into some perspective as she struggled to do that herself. Larkin gathered a small amount of salad and brought it with her as she approached him. She placed the salad in front of him. "The first batch ever. You seem troubled. And I dare say it got worse since the storm."
