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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 21, 2016 14:10:59 GMT
Gena made sure to keep their contact. She kept on stroking him, kept her hand on his heart, but moved it so he would continue to feel the touch and not just get used to it by keeping it here. She wanted his senses to be able to pick up her being close, so he could cling to her, if he wanted to. If he needed to. She smiled softly at him, hoping he could take comfort in her presence. She tried, hard, to help him. He was not whole when she met him and he was not fully whole now, but she knew him, she saw the man he was and she loved him. She wanted to make sure he knew how much she loved this man and that she was willing to carry any burden with him, every single one. She wasn’t going to leave him alone. Or to force him to make a decision. She would support whichever he made.
“Yes, it does.” She agreed. They both knew the reality of this world. The leader would have to make hard decisions, sometimes life and death decisions, sometimes decisions so horrible it would give anyone nightmares, they thought of the horrors he had seen, gave her nightmares and she witnessed his firsthand. And she tried to help him through them. “But you wouldn’t be alone in them. You would have the council, your friends. You wouldn’t have to carry any decision alone. Your word is the last one.” Gena looked at her hand on his heart. “You might be forced to make those decisions, but maybe your decisions will prevent you from getting into them. You are a good man, Bellamy, a great man. You fought for peace and for the lives of the people. You’re a clever man. I believe that your leadership can bring peace for us. You will stand with us through peace and war. You don’t have to make those decisions alone, Bellamy. And we will be with you at every step. I will be with you at every step.” Gena leaned forward to kiss him, to make sure he understood the promise she as giving him there. She would not leave him alone, even if they broke up, she would stand by his side, have his back, be there for him. She would be loyal to him at every step. “And if you can’t carry the burden of being the chancellor anymore, you can give it up again. It’s not a position for life. You’re the right man to be chancellor now. In the future, maybe someone else is the right man. You can always put the pin down and say ‘It’s enough, I’ve given enough’.” He already had given enough in her eyes. But she would be with him regardless.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 21, 2016 0:27:12 GMT
“I have to.” Gena pointed out. “With you as a boyfriend.” With him her arguments had to be top. Otherwise the stubborn Blake would never listen to her and that was, sadly a fact. Gena knew how to take him and how to deal with his stubborn moment, this being one of them. She had known he’d choose the crutches, for the simple reason that he was a protector and protecting did not include putting weight on someone he intended to protect, especially not for their own gain. She knew what she had to do, now, though: Take care of him and distract him so he could not think twice about what happened and what he lost and what could happen. And so she walked home with him in silence. She knew he hated being babied so the walking had to happen alone. Once at his place, a relatively spacious apartment, she made it straight for his little cooking area, turning on the heating so she could start to cook any moment, just pausing for a split second at the domestic feeling of it all. She really had moved in here in a way, hadn’t she?
“I’d say you should get settled on the bed.” Gena suggested while she poured water into a pot and put it on the heater. She did the same again for a nice warm tea for the two of them. “Do you want to change?” She thought he might want to do exactly that. The clothes he wore were probably not the most comfortable. But he could do that alone, right? She’d help, of course, but she didn’t want to humiliate him. She loved him. She wanted the best for him. Gena put the leaves into the water and then looked at him, waiting for him to answer so she could get to work at the food.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 19, 2016 16:47:41 GMT
“I’m not. Octavia might be.” She could in no way match the stubbornness of the Blake siblings. And it was a trait the two of them shared, a trait Gena loved about both of them. Bellamy was a stubborn ass, but he was very cute about it. He was the best and she loved him. That stubbornness might even be why his blood was currently dripping into her body, to replace the blood she had lost. A lot of people could have donated, but he kept it in the family, because that was what he was to her, her only family now, followed by Raven. She instinctively moved her head a bit more into Bellamys warm and comforting hand. It was easy to concentrate on the hands of her loved ones as what they said was hard and painful.
“What were you going to do, Raven?” She asked her friend. “Run back so you get blown up yourself? Hell no. We need you here. Someone needs to fix the Roves people breaks. Someone needs to stand up to the stupidity of others, when everyone is fixed on other stuff. You’re needed here. You did everything you could.” It was easy for her to say, because what Raven just said, it made Gena think. She was hurt. She was vulnerable, as was Bellamy. She knew them enough to see it. And she knew she didn’t put in the numbers. The mountain self destructed and somehow she survived. She was the one to blame for not getting the code it. Not the others. She should be dead right now. She was to blame.
“Seriously, both of you. Stop blaming yourselves. I can practically hear your selfdoubts, both of yours.” And of course hers, the rushing sounds of the voices in her head, telling her how this was not their fault, but hers. She should have lasted a bit longer to save them or died with them. “Raven, you tried everything you could and you survived, that’s a good thing. And Bell, my hero, I know you think you could have saved the people had you stayed back, but someone had to go to Polis, you did the right thing. You tried to protect people. This is not your fault. It’s not either of your fault. Got it?” It was hers.
cherry1 Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 19, 2016 15:41:47 GMT
Gena sat in the back with Pike and the girl, while Bellamy was meant to drive. She chose to sit directly behind her boyfriend, which allowed him to easily turn around to her. And it allowed her to place her hand on his shoulder. But first he handed her a knife, arming her further. It was sweet, really. It was adorable actually. And she loved it. Gena reached forward to squeeze his shoulder. She was prepared and he had her. He made that so very clear with her right now. It was more than she ever expected and more than she could ask for, yet she was getting exactly that. He was amazing. Gena nodded, understanding that he needed everyone close to him, feeling the need to look out for others.
She leaned back, looking at Pike for a moment. He was tense as well, clearly not happy with her being here. But he had to get through this. She was not leaving her injured boyfriend alone to risk his life in the tower of someone who left their people, especially Bellamy – she was biased, but could she be blamed – for dead? No, she would not allow for that to happen. Bellamy thought he kept her safe, she knew that, but she was purely here to keep him safe. He was wounded and not in his right mind. The entire thing about Clarke made him emotionally vulnerable and even though it worried and hurt her, she was not about to abandon him.
Gena remained silent during the ride to Polis. She kept her hand on Bellamys arm, not applying pressure, just being there. She wanted him to know she was there and she intended to keep given him subtle signals like that. Once they arrived, GEna got out with the others. She walked straight to Bellamy, not to be protected by him, but to stay in his peripheral vision, so she would not add to his trouble and worries. As long as she stayed there, he would be reassured that she was okay. If she didn’t, that might pose a problem for him, even, because she knew him. He would turn to look around for her. And well it didn’t serve Orpheus either. So she would not make him turn around for her. That thought was almost lost when she saw the dead guards. Gena stared at the poor souls as the others talked plans. It was really that bad.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 19, 2016 15:18:49 GMT
Here heeee is!! Official Funko Pops of The 100 will come out, probably around June to August (don't hold me to that I am only guessing based on their position on the announced list). Until theeeeeeen Meet Mini!Bellamy. He's a repainted Funko Pop to fit Bellamys season 1 / 2 outfit.
So here we go: The Adventures of Mini!Bell. This little one will accompany Bellamy Blake and me to Comic Con Germany as well.
(Meeting Agent Coulson for a Mission! To saaaave the world)
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 19, 2016 13:40:43 GMT
He had a father. He had a father he never mentioned to her before and part of her knew it was probably because he didn’t know before? Or he didn’t want it to be real before. She was not about to judge him for his decision to not tell her earlier, he had his reasons, one of which might even be that he had to make sense of it himself first, but for the decision to tell her now. He trusted her enough to tell her of the father, who existed and who to be a distant stranger in his youth, for whatever reason – again Gena refused to judge without knowing the full story, something neither owed her. She couldn’t tell why, yet, but apparently Bellamy seemed okay, for now. It still was a lot to take in, even for her. He was a grown man and now a father mattered in his life. And he did matter. She saw it in Bellamys eyes, that this man, this father mattered to him. He cared. He wanted to make him proud.
The weirder thing was how high in rank Bellamys father was. It would not stay silent forever, but it didn’t matter to her. What mattered a lot more was that he trusted her with the knowledge of who his father was. And he trusted her to meet him even though it might not be needed. She was excited and nervous for it at the same time and could only guess that it was as worse for him. For the longest time, as far as she knew, he didn’t know who his father was, now it was apparently someone who he was looking up to, of course he wanted a meeting like that to go well. Gena reached for Bellamys hand. She squeezed it gently while giving him a warm smile. “Relax. It’s going to be okay.” She whispered to him. “What’s the worst that can happen? He doesn’t approve and we will have to meet in secret and enjoy the thrill of a forbidden relationship.” She grinned as she didn’t think this was about to happen, but she tried to give him a bit of confidence, while she was absolutely terrified of meeting Bellamys father. What if he didn’t like her? She was just a grunt, nothing as heroic as Bellamy, just a simple grunt.
Bellamy Blake
Marcus Kane
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 18, 2016 1:19:02 GMT
This was a nightmare and a blessing at the same time. The nightmare were her nerves. Bellamy loved his sister and she wanted to leave a good impression on Octavia. They had met before, but never under those circumstances, never officially as her being her brothers girlfriend and talking as two people important to the same man. She needed to make an impression here, because she was the one that was chosen by him, not related by blood. And Octavias opinion mattered to him. She knew that on the Ark already, when he still had to worry for her life. And given what he told her, Gena was taking care of the food for them. They didn’t have much yet, here, but enough to make some decent dishes. Gena had decided on making roast with vegetable and a spiced vegetable sauce to top it off. And of course her specialty: Drinks: Berry with a tiny bit of spice.
In truth she had spent almost three hours on the roast already, slowly cooking it to allow it to stay nice and tasty. It should be worth the effort and hopefully it would be impossible to see the effort. The brunette was just setting the table she designated for them, when she heard the door and the beeping of her timer. Time to get the roast. “Hey guys. You have perfect timing here. Food is just about finished.” At least the main course was. She had an idea for a fast ice cream, should they need more food after. She didn’t know if Octavia was outside of the walls today and therefore hungry. Gena was prepared for those eventualities. Maybe it was just slightly over the top. But she was nervous.
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 18, 2016 1:00:18 GMT
“Damn right, I’m coming.” Damn right she would come no matter what he said. She had the idea in her head and nothing, well next to nothing, would get that idea out of head now. It was stuck in there. She was too scared to lose him. Gena just wanted to make sure he was okay. And she could help. The people going there were battle worn, war worn, she wasn’t. She could maybe help them. If not she could at least provide silent support for Bellamy with her presence, if she didn’t risk his life. But she had to take the chance. She had to be there. Something just… told her that. Something told her she had to be there. She didn’t know what it was, but it was a gut feeling and Bellamy was part of the reason why she trusted her gut a lot.
“You won’t regret this.” Gena whispered. “Do you know where the safest place for me is? With you. You won’t let anything happen to me. And I know how to handle myself.” She was no warrior, but she could shoot and fight and she was safe around Bellamy and Pike for sure. Gena placed her hand on Bellamys shoulder, similar to how he had done earlier. Then she tured to walk to Pike, while picking up a gun. No way she would go there unarmed and make him worry even more. “Are you coming?” She asked her boyfriend, grinning. Not even waiting for the obvious reply the brunette walked to the Rover with the others, getting into the back once more, as she usually did.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 15, 2016 10:24:38 GMT
“Nice to meet you, Raven. I heard about you.” A few people talked to her. The golden child of the mechanics. Even the engineers respected her, despite the open rivalry between mechanics and engineers. She must be super impressive. And on the way to drink herself senseless by the way it sounded. Gena knew it was usually a tactic to take someones mind off things or to numb some form of pain. Given what she knew about Raven, she would not be surprised if it was the latter, whether it was physical or emotional she couldn’t tell. And it didn’t really matter either.
“If you want to numb something, that is not the way to go about it.” She said, knowing that her advice might not be welcome. She still wanted to offer it. Gena had seen too many people trying to numb themselves and sinking into an addiction within record time. One of the kids seemed to be on the best way to do that, to the point where Gena refused to even serve him at all. The others didn’t, though, so he always got what he wanted. Genas conscience was clear, though. “Because that one will give you a bad hangover in the morning. So whatever you want to numb now will hit you in the face double tomorrow.” Not with just one drink, but more. She knew a better way to distract from pain and Raven was instinctively going about it, even though Gena doubted she realized it.
“I’m from Farm, originally. I worked on Factory.” Gena smiled. She knew factory only had one survivor – something that still stung, but there was nothing she could do. “I came down with Mecha Station. In the chaos of things not everyone stuck to their original stations. In my case, I guess it saved my life.” Gena leaned forward to grin at her. “Sooo I heard you blew up a bridge.”
cherry1
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 15, 2016 10:05:12 GMT
“Oh believe me, I do.” She always did, at least ever since she actually knew him. She had gotten to know him on the Ark and the man here was not so different from the man she originally met. He made sense. He was just Bellamy with the experiences from the ground added, with the horrors. She knew his devotion to the others, she knew what she had gotten herself into and yet sometimes it still hurt. What was she to do against that anyway? There was not much she could do to begin with. She accepted him and loved him for who he was, though. There was nothing she wanted to change about his personality, she just wanted to lift the weight of his shoulders and help him battle his demons, no matter what that meant for her.
Gena smirked up until he denied the crutch. The idiot. Sometimes Gena couldn’t believe him. What was he trying to prove here? That he was fine? Both her and the apprentice knew he wasn’t. That guy had stitched up his leg, he had seen the damn damage in his leg. He didn’t need to play the strong man when he wasn’t. But instead he kept on doing it. It was sad, really, the way he hobbled around, apparently too stubborn to admit he needed help. There was no shame in needing help, though. He was so willing to help others, but getting help himself? He was pretty useless at that. This idiot. And she loved him, she even loved those antics. Gena took the crutches from the apprentice and rounded the table. He didn’t even get that far in the time she climbed from her seated position and walked to it.
“Okay, Mr. Stubborn Blake. The way I see it, you have two options here. Either you take the crutch to get to our place or you lean on me. But this will cost you extra. A lot.” Well nothing he wasn’t willing to do anyway. She was mostly teasing him. As she stood there, though, she realized she referred to his room as their place surprisingly easily even though they never defined it as it. They just… always returned to it, a lot of her stuff was in there, really she was basically living there recently. It didn’t matter though. What mattered was to get him there as painless as possible, to get him settled in his bed and find something to occupy him with so he would be distracting from the possibility of leaving to find Clarke. She did have an idea.
“Take it, Bellamy. Come on. The faster you allow yourself to be helped, the sooner we will get home. And the sooner we can sit and enjoy our evening and take your mind off of what happened. I do intend to be a good nurse, too. If that doesn’t sound tempting to you, what does?”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 15, 2016 1:39:01 GMT
“She would have.” Gena whispered. Alice would have approved of Bellamy, Gena was sure of it. Her mother would have liked him and started to care for him. Had her mother survived the Arks crash, she would have approved of them getting close. She would have probably fussed about him, tried to help him as much as Gena had tried. “She would have declared you family in no time, Bellamy. She would adopted you right into the family.” But her mom was gone. And now the only person to adopt Bellamy into the family was Gena, because really, he was the closest thing to a family she had left. Leaning against him, head against his head, body pressed against him, he provided her with warmth and security and love. Without him this would be so much harder.
“You too, Bellamy. You always make me smile. You… you make me feel safe cared for.” Because that was what he did. He cared for people, he loved people with such a deep and pure love. He gave so much and wanted so little, which was why she wanted to give him everything he deserved – and everything he didn’t think he deserved. Gena turned to kiss his cheek. “You’re family.” He was. He was the only family she had at the moment. Raven following into those ranks closely. Soon she would probably consider her family as well, but Bell… Bell was her family. Since the Ark and then he left. But she understood now. It was about Octavia. He had to protect his sister. How could she not understand? And three words almost escaped her then, but it was not the time.
Gena continued moved to another picture. It was her in a messy bun, smirking as she was covered in dirt from work. It was a cute picture. If those were the most recent, she could go back to the end, maybe she had pictures of Gena as a kid or of her dad. She skimmed through them, stopping at one of her, with little pigtails sitting at a table, clutching a doll and looking at the camera curiously. Her Dad stood behind her, grinning as he was undoing his apron from work.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 14, 2016 19:54:24 GMT
 I wondered what the piece of paper was that Bellamy Blake had in the book, before he placed it down at the memorial. I came up with one potential explanation for it: A letter that Gena once wrote him when he was out on a mapping run, shortly after he had to return to Mount Weather again (potentially for the first time)
Hey my big hero,
Bring me back a flower. I’m kidding. All I want is for you to come home in one piece, please. The bar will be very empty without you tonight. I’ll miss your smile, Bellamy, so please come home in one piece. In know you have a hard time, but I know you. You are a survivor. They can hurt you, strike you down, but you will always get up to protect those you care for and the innocents. You’ve been on so many missions in the past week. I know you want to get out of here. I know you want to forget about Mount Weather. Maybe when you come home this time, you will find your distraction here. I know it will be hard, but trust me, I have an idea – no it does not include spraying you with water, though I am tempted to do that again. Next time you wear a white shirt, all bets are off! Back to the seriousness of this: You’re a caretaker, Bellamy. You take care of everyone. Of your sister, the remaining survivors of the 100, you’d even take care of every adult here, if you could. And don’t deny that you’re taking care of me, Bell, you are. When you come home, I want to take care of you. I will be waiting for you with food and something to drink and free time for you – and lots of pillows and blankets. I know going back to the Mountain weighed hard on you, Bell. But you’re not alone in this. If you let me, I will carry part of your burden. If you let me, I will carry you. I want you to smile, Bell. Let me try to make you smile. If you want, we'll go through this together.
May we meet again, You're in my thoughts and in my heart. Gena Emily Martin
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 14, 2016 16:09:29 GMT
Did she actually hear that correctly? He’d rest it? He’d rest his leg? Bellamy would rest his leg. He would not put himself at risk. She did not have to fear losing him, at least tonight. Tonight she would get to rest knowing he’d rest, complaining probably, but he would rest. Rest and heal. It didn’t lessen the blow of the realization she had, but at least it put her worries to rest. For now. She would not let them go until he was fully healed, if he fully healed. There could still be complications on the horizon, some she did not want to face. But none of that would matter tonight.
“It appears like it.” She replied to his question. But she smirked, eyes still glittering with unshed tears, but she could smile again, as she was so relieved to know he was not running headfirst into danger. Lifting her hand to her face, she whipped the tears off before returning it to his hair. “I should have the day free, but it appears I’m needed as a nurse tonight.” Implying that she was not about to leave him alone this night. And she had no intention to. She wasn’t really meant to work actually, had planned on helping anyway, since she though Bellamy would be on duty. Well he wasn’t, so she was taking her time off to care for him. “A private nurse for a hero, who tends to be a crappy patient.”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 14, 2016 13:44:21 GMT
Waking up was surprisingly hard, it seemed. It felt like a weight was on her and there was the problem that she had no idea where she was or when she had fallen asleep. Gena slowly opened her eyes, but it took a while for the world to come into focus. As she looked to her side, focusing on an arm she supposed she knew, she began to notice more about how she was feeling. The weight was a heavy numbness in her lower extremities and slowly she remembered why. She had been stabbed. She felt tied down, but assumed she wasn’t actually tied down. It was probably from waking up slowly and with the aftereffects of being stabbed. Judging from the warmth on her hands, someone was holding them, so she gently tried to squeeze them.
Voices slowly made more sense, the arm she was staring at was fully in focus now. That was definitely Bellamy. Gena looked around not. There was a lot of tubes and cables. Blood, she was getting blood, but that made sense. She must have lost a lot of it and there were a lot of universal donors, two of them in the room. Gena gulped heavily. Finally she spoke. “As long as I’m not a crappy patient like you are.” She whispered, voice hoarse, barely there, but with Bellamy and Raven, her two best friends, close enough, she was sure they understood. And Bellamy would certainly understand her need to not be serious. She didn’t want to think about what happened, but focus on her boyfriend and best friend with her. It was an encouraging feeling to have them close like that after something terrible. And being awake was not bad either. That way she could be with them. “What? A bit of stabbing and an explosion can’t kill me. A Raven explosion maybe. Who's blood is that?”
cherry1 Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 13, 2016 23:30:55 GMT
You’re Gena. Wow, he knew that very surely. She had to ask how eventually, but maybe it was just him having eyes and ears actually. It wasn’t like Bellamy was hiding when he was hanging back in the bar after it started to close down. There was usually nobody left, but he didn’t seem to care when he helped her clean or just sat with her to talk. They fell back into their usual pattern easily. It was great. She knew how to handle those situations and having him here, while she adjusted to being all alone made things a lot easier for her. And hopefully she provided the support he needed. Gena smiled at Miller as she finished to bandage her hands.
“I’m training. Or well trying to.” She said. That probably didn’t make a lot of sense. People knew she was a bartender. On the ark she had little reason to train, but she still had. She did have her reasons after all. And despite letting herself get rusty over the past weeks, due to the Ark crashing to earth and mourning, she knew this training would come in handy here on earth. With the Grounders being a constant threat and all. “I used to work in a canteen on factory station. The men there could be… a bit rough, so I decided to learn self defense. It’s just basic, but I got pretty rusty. You were training to become a guard on the Ark?” Gena started to stretch a bit, focusing on legs and arms as she knew them to get the most strain from this.
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