Blaking and Entering

[Bellamy Blake]

Tag: Isaiah Riggs

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THE HELL WE WANT

It all seemed too good to be true. They had made that mistake once; believing that Earth was everything it was meant to be. Breathable. Survivable. Free. They would all start a new life down here. That was, until the Grounders made themselves known. And now, here they were. In a new civilization that made promises of safety, security, and a life. They had one advantage over the others which was that, they had the freedom to leave the place. But Bellamy wasn't sure which was more dangerous: Mount Weather or the Grounders. He only hoped that by the time they found out, it wouldn't be too late. It wouldn't be at the expense of their own people.

Dante seemed to talk this place up and even suggested to Bellamy becoming a Mountain Man. After having joined the Guard only to have them arrest his sister and float his mother . . . Bellamy had mixed feelings about joining authority. But, he had joined the Guard for his sister. Perhaps, he could join the Mountain Men to better protect the delinquents.

For the moment however, Bellamy was exploring. Everyone was asleep so the halls were quiet. He found himself returning to one of the rooms they had been shown: a common sitting area with a piano, couches, books. Books. That was what attracted Bellamy the most. He looked along the dozens of spines of literature and paused when he came to one title. The Iliad. The book held mix feelings. On the one hand, it was one of his favourite books that he practically had memorized and had read to O. The other, it reminded him of his mother. Pulling it out of his place, he began to skim through the pages, abruptly shutting it when he heard someone else enter the room. The guy didn't look like a mountain man, but it didn't make Bellamy any more . . . at ease. "Figured everyone was asleep," he commented, putting the book back in its place.

[Isaiah Riggs]

Bellamy Blake Sorry for taking so long! Isaiah had been finding it hard to sleep lately. With all the new Space People in the mountain, his brain was buzzing with activity and excitement. The mountain had become nothing but a boring place for him and with that, even the slightest bit of change made him almost unbareably estatic. With such a big change, Isaiah didn't know if he'd ever get a good night's sleep again. He had begun to talk to some of the new people, stepping out of his comfort zone as his curiosity won over his shyness and anxiety. It was too difficult to resist the urge to learn about not just living in space but also what the outside was like from a first-hand perspective. Tonight was no different in his ability to fall asleep and so he found himself wandering around the corridors and almost by instinct walking to where he could find some books to read. That would knock him out if nothing else could, reading something familiar. As he walked into the room, his shoulders dropped and he let out a relaxed sign. The smell of old paper drew him in, not really paying too much attention to his surroundings until a voice filled it. The man who had spoken must have been one of the Space People, because Isaiah didn't reocgnise him at first. Well, he didn't know exactly who the person was at all but eventually he could match the face to a place, and he knew that his assumption was correct. "Couldn't sleep." He shrugged, "You either?" Isaiah stood awkwardly nearer to the doorway than the man, and he was uncertain what to do. "You can read the books," he added, having noticed that the man had put one back onto the shelves.