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Post by Mel Adeney on Jun 24, 2020 0:41:42 GMT
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I'm not strong. Stubborn maybe.
Mel walked down the hall and out of the ark, half skipping and half jumping off the step from the ezit she used. While most where flat, and could be walked over or drove over with ease, not all of them were. She walked toward where they said their might one day be stables for a real horse. She'd never seen a real horse before, and exited to see one whenever they came.
Her steps slowed as she grew closer, becoming lighter and smaller. She held a closed plate of food, and looked around the open area. The grounder should be here. No. Lincoln. They were people and had names. She didn't want to be the type of person who didn't use names. Who grouped all people together. Yes, the grounders as a whole scared her down to her toes and was the main reason that she was standing still and slowly looking around right now--because she might be a little afriad of him. But she was still going to try to not be that way. "Hello?"
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i understood the chemistry of peace but you covered me in war paint.
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Post by Lincoln on Jun 28, 2020 17:42:00 GMT
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Lincoln had heard there were people looking for him, and for the most part he had been able to avoid them. He was grateful for everything that these people had done for him but he was still a danger. Each day was a struggle and he felt he was slowly loosing the fight. His thoughts were filled with memories of what happened in the mountain: the torture, that man, the drug, how it flooded his bloodstream and wiped the sins from his soul. It was like he was someone else for just a few hours, someone far away, someone happy.
He closed his eyes to push the memories away, knowing that indulging them would only heighten the cravings. Abby had warned him how difficult this would be but he'd never imagine it would be like this. So he spent time distancing himself from these people. He was a danger to them. Often irritable and and prone to lashing out. Even some days Octavia couldn't calm him. He was enjoying this moment along when he heard a feminine voice call out.
He wasn't far from her, and she would find him soon enough, so he turned toward the direction she was. "I'm over here." He said, his voice loud and clear to get her attention. Lincoln watched her for a few seconds, just observing her, committing details to memory so that he would remember her in the future. He didn't think they'd met before. If they had it would have been during one of his bad days, when he was high. He didn't remember her name. "Do you need something...?"
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