Knowledge Is Power

[Baron Tseng]

Baron couldn't keep the soft smile upon his lips. His fingers skimmed the spines of the books. Countless books that were lined up on shelf upon shelf. The selection on the Ark had been rather, limited. So to see a library such as thing, made Baron incredibly excited. Mount Weather was truly all they had hoped it would be. A union of two civilizations. And to see how they had survived all this time . . . well, Baron was amazed. In awe. And he was eager to learn as much as he could about them. But at this late hour, all he could do was admire the books. He longed to take one off the shelf, but was uncertain as to what the protocol was. Was there a system of signing them out? The library was empty, most asleep at this time, but Baron just admired the wealth of knowledge that existed in this room. He couldn't wait to have a taste of it.

Finally turning around, breaking his gaze from the books, he abruptly paused when he saw a man standing in the thresshold of the door. But the smile did not leave Baron's lips. He recognized him as the son of who they called the President: President Wallace. Baron had yet to meet everyone in this place, but the man before him held important position. So for that reason, Baron knew who he was. But was unsure as to how long he was standing there for. "My apologies," Baron said. "I just couldn't help but admire the collection of books in here." Sincere words, for they were nothing but the truth, indicating he meant no harm in being here. Especially since both Mount Weather residents and Arkers were still getting to know each other; still learning about each other.

Tag: Cage Wallace

[Cage Wallace]

I can barely control this feeling, look at the ambition in my eyes, then count to five . . .

Even now after introductions were made and niceties shared he had lingering feelings of uncertainty... jealousy. It wasn't something that he could control, but something he understood. Cage had been born in the mountain - had been it's prisoner for years, thirty-five long, grueling years, and now the people that could walk in the forests and open air had moved into their prison, called it home, mistook what it truly was. It wasn't their fault, the children, their families, had done nothing to warrant his ill-feelings. They had suffered in the real world. Lost their friends and family to the grounders, and now saw the mountain as their salvation. But it was there, curling through his belly like a slithering serpent. It was just unfortunate circumstanced. Still, despite it all, Cage was welcoming to them, took the time to speak with each of them. He had moved through the halls, felt them closing in, suffocating him, and thought nothing of it. It was robotic, the way he moved, the way each step of each hall was ingrained into his mind. Strides carried him to the library, a familiar scene; the head of security reading. Many wouldn't believe he was an educated man with as much brain as brute. He stopped abruptly when dark hues landed on the familiar features of one of their guests: Baron Tseng. Cage liked the man well enough despite not knowing him well. He supposed that would change now that they were living in the mountain. "You've nothing to apologize for." He said, waving his hand to dismiss him. "We have quite the impressive collection. You're welcome to borrow as many as you like." Tag: Baron Tseng

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