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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 5, 2016 6:06:51 GMT
Soooo we (Bellamy Blake and I) had this headcanon that Gena would massage the back of Bellamys head when kissing sometimes, especially when he's tense or stressed. She's doing it in multiple of our rps already!!! Guess what happened in tonight's episode
HEADCANON PROVEN!!
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 3, 2016 22:28:46 GMT
The girl with the warm brown eyes stared at Bellamy. On one hand she was very aware of her position. Her upper body was naked and everyone could walk here. But then again, what did it matter? On the other hand, which weighed a lot heavier, she was here with Bellamy. And she was naked in from of him, something she hadn’t expected to happen today, but she knew she had no reason to feel shame. He would not let her. Bellamy was raised right. He had spoken highly of his mother and for good reason. Her education reflected in him, maybe in his sister, too, but she knew him better than Octavia. She knew he was a gentleman. He would even go as far as cover her, before he let her be embarrassed. Instead he acted on what she offered.
Gena let her head fall to the side. She moaned softly as his lips touched her shoulder, sending sparks through her entire body. His hands on it, too, felt wonderful, warm, strong. She loved every moment of it. Gena leaned back against his strong chest. A shudder went through her as she reached back to cling to his body, to press him to her, to feel the warmth and comfort of his body against her. “Lets get into the water.” She whispered. “As much as I LOVE to be like this with you, I want to share this with ONLY you and nobody else here in Arkadia. Just you.” So they had to get away from prying eyes, get under the water, cover themselves while not having to cover.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 2, 2016 19:27:21 GMT
Sharing a bed. Wow. That was one thing she didn’t really expect. But at the same time she kind of did. That was just the Bellamy she knew, always a gentleman, always caring and certainly never afraid of physical proximity. She wondered if that had a source in his childhood or if he just simply enjoyed the physical comfort so much? Either way she loved it. She loved how it was no big deal with him when it was for others. For him even holding someones hand was no big deal, while others would interpret it entirely differently. Gena liked it, though. She liked to know she could hug him and he would relish in the sensation. She liked that in turn, he held her when she needed it. It was wonderful. Maybe that was part of why it was so easy for her to think this might work.
“Or we could just wing it.” Gena suggested. “I mean we will eventually find a position that’s comfortable for the both of us, don’t you agree?” They would find something. Gena made her way to the bed then. She sat down on it, immediately sighing at the softness of it. Well she could just imagine how nice it would be to be snuggled into this bed. It was also surprisingly large. Toeing off her shoes, Gena tugged on Bells hand as she leaned back, wanting him to lay down with her. “Lets find that position now. Unless you already want to really go to bed.” She wouldn’t be against it for sure. They were both hardworking, they deserved a good nights rest for sure.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 1, 2016 21:37:10 GMT
Her cell was cold. She refused the blanket and food at the first time. Naturally she started to check the chains immediately. She could actually reach the walls of her cell with them, but the door in the slightly rounded wall was just out of reach, so was one corner. It didn’t matter though. She would probably not see the light of day again. At least her mind was fixed on it. If she expected the worst, she would not be disappointed if the best case didn’t come true. But at the same time she knew she would get her hopes up. She couldn’t physically bring herself to now believe in Bellamy. This man would not abandon her. He would turn every stone, would not stop until he found her, her and their unborn baby. At the very least he would not leave their child to be raised by Azgeda. He would at least save the baby. The baby could live.
At first Gena tried to fight them whenever they came in, but they were prepared. The woman always came with two guards. They held her down as she examined her stomach, every day. Slowly it clicked with Gena that they were interested in keeping her alive for the baby. They spoke of Bellamy in Trigedasleng so she could only assume that they knew exactly whose child it was and they were interested in the child only. Maybe they wanted it to have power over Bellamy. It could be. It was painful to think, but it was possible.
“Bellamy will come for me.” She said the first day she didn’t struggle against the woman checking the baby. She kept saying that for the next day, earning herself a sad smile as the woman gave her another blanket, fur and two more pillows. At least they didn’t save in that department. They wanted the baby healthy and strong. Gena started to eat as well, for the baby. At the very least it would survive and at the very least Bellamy would come to take his child home. There was no doubt about it. But with every passing day, she grew less defensive. She let them do as they pleased as hope died, little by little. It might have been two weeks into her imprisonment when the Lady came in, her face sad.
“He won’t come.” Gena didn’t believe it. He would come. He would come for her. And for the baby, especially for the baby. He wouldn’t leave them behind, that was just not Bellamy. Gena was about to protest when the woman continued: “He was offered to get his child back or to leave it with us and they would get peace. He chose peace.” Now that… that sounded like Bellamy. That sounded like her boyfriend, the father of her child, securing peace for her people even if it hurt him. He fought so hard for their people before. The pain, though, to know she was not going to be rescued cut deep. When the woman left, Gena curled up, ignoring everything around her. Tears streamed down her face. He wouldn’t come for her. She was lost. And their child destirned to become a Grounder. So when she told him to be safe, it was the last time she saw him, the last time she would kiss him. She should have told him about the baby then. She could have at least seen his reaction then, clung to this.
In the next days, it was nearing a month now, things felt a lot worse for Gena. Morning sickness was not something she initially struggled with, but now it got worse. Maybe it was the stress or the food she wasn’t used to or the weird drink they kept forcing her to drink – by force if needed – but she felt horrible. She felt like she could throw up as soon as she moved and so she stayed in her cocoon of blankets unless she couldn’t. She existed, but with all hope gone, what was she to do. As her child grew, her life came to an end. But she always asked one thing of the woman checking on the child. She asked her to be allowed to hold it at least once. But when she closed her eyes and settled in her blankets again, she saw Bellamy. She saw him smile. She saw him wipe at the purple color of the berries she painted on him. She saw him close his eyes in enjoyment of a food he liked. She saw him smile. "Bell."
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 31, 2016 22:33:37 GMT
“Hey.” Gena began again. She needed him to think differently. She needed him to think of another version of his friend, just so he could have hope. She survived alone out there for three months. They brought the mountain together, something the Grounders were apparently incapable of. They did something this culture couldn’t do for decades, within weeks only. It earned her, apparently, her title and so called power, but it also showed how resourceful both she and Bellamy were. They could bring down an entire mountain, win a war, all by themselves. It was damn impressive. “Bell, do you remember the tale of Troy? How only a few people could bring down the city with cleverness and wit? You and Clarke did the same. She is clever. She knows you’re out there, looking for her. She will manage to cling to life a little longer. She will find a way to make them keep her alive. She will find something to use. You would. And she will. Trust yourself. You told me about her. Trust what you told me about her.” She would survive. He would get the chance to save her. He would save her. He had to save her, it would shatter him if he couldn’t?
But for now Farm station was a better topic. Some of the people she knew might be alive. She would go and see who was and who wasn’t once Bellamy was released. Maybe he would join her. Maybe he would go off to save Clarke. She would see, but she would stay here and find out about it. She would expect Bellamy back with something that soothed him, wether he needed it because Clarke was lost or because he saved her, it didn’t matter. Gena blushed as he kissed her hand, always the sweet gentleman, always the man who was her best friend and whom she loved. “But 63 survived. That’s something. And you helped bring them home, Bellamy. You’ll bring a 64th person home soon.”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 31, 2016 1:42:42 GMT
GO RAVEN!
CONGRATULATIONS!!!!
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 30, 2016 22:22:59 GMT
She was alive. When he saw her, she was alive. That was good. There was still time. They could still save her. Gena squeezed his hand gently. “If she’s still alive, chances are she won’t die within the next hours. He needs her alive. And you told me she’s clever.” She hadn’t met Clarke herself, so she could only go by what Bellamy said. “You told me she is good at surviving.” That she came out on top, even though he initially thought she was a stuck up Alpha Station princess. “She survived alone out there for three months. She’s still alive. She was still alive when you saw her, she’s still alive now. Maybe she’s freed herself.” She hoped. Whatever it meant for Bellamy, Gena hoped this Clarke would survive, because this, this right now scared her. He was so desperate, so hellbent on needing to protect her. He needed her. And Gena, in turn, needed to reassure him.
When Bellamy raised his head, Gena decided to change their position a bit. She moved him, so she could slip onto the stretcher with him, settling his head in her lap. Reaching for his hand again, her other ran through his hair, caressing it, hopefully soothing his worries. “I think so, yes. The hangar got pretty full. They’re all in grounder clothing, but I think they’re settling in nicely. I saw a lot of hugs, so they’re fine. Don’t worry about them.” He needed to worry about himself and about Clarke. He had peace and now it was shattered again and in all honesty it broke her heart. She had been with him long enough to know how hard it was for him to get to that peace and now it was all shattered.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 30, 2016 21:42:08 GMT
It was rather busy at the moment. There were no supply runs, a lot of people had the day off, for whatever reasons. Gena was happy with it, though. She hated to be bored on shifts, apart from towards the end of them, because that meant she could actually spend time with Bellamy instead of having to serve people. She was nowhere near the end of her shift now. Gena hurried a bit, from one person to the other, until most people cleared out to go and sit at one of the tables, to talk to each other. There were only a handful of people left when she made it to the girl. She looked cute in her simple jacket and the braids, but still like someone, who could take down a guy twice her size. She wondered if that was Octavia. The hair color and size would match, but then again there could be others. She didn’t want to assume.
“Okay. Coming right up.” Gena turned to fill her a glass with decently strong moonshine. She wasn’t sure how strong strong was for her, so she left room for something stronger in the future. Setting it down in front of the girl, she grinned at her. “There you go. You’re one of the 100, aren’t you?” She had to be. She was around them. She was around Bellamy. Gena really guessed she had to be Octavia, but she didn’t want to assume. “Can I get you anything else? Food?” She didn't have much there, but hopefully enough for her.
blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 30, 2016 17:46:31 GMT
A Grounder. They had encountered Grounders and were attacked? What about the rules of engagement? What the hell had gone wrong on this mission? Was this it? The fragile dream about to shatter? They hurt Bellamy, of all people. It could hardly get worse than this. Well in Genas world it could only get worse if they took his life. He was not only her boyfriend, but her best friend, the one man who made her believe that they could come out of this on top and alive and holding on to at least a shred of humanity, because he was holding onto his despite what happened to him. Bellamy was still human, he was still compassionate and caring and unwilling to take a life for nothing. He was perfect in so many ways, even though he refused to see or acknowledge it often. It was his other sentence that made even more sense to her. He couldn’t save her. That could only be a handful of people. Raven and Octavia were in Arkadia after they left. This really only left one person: Clarke Griffin. They had found her and they couldn’t save her. Did this mean…? No, surely not.
“Is she alive?” Gena asked. She needed to know. She had no idea what to say next and what she would say would depend on what he told her. If she was alive there was still hope and she needed him to cling to that. If she was alive, they could still save her. If not, well he got hurt, he tried his best to save her. Nobody could fault him for being human, for not being able to save her. He tried and that was all that mattered. “Did the Grounder…?” Did he kill her? It sounded like that was the person he tried to save her from.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 30, 2016 17:31:08 GMT
Couldn’t sleep was a bit of a common thing in here, it seemed. Especially among younger people, among those having witnessed the horrors of Mount Weather. Gena had held back in asking, but being a bar keeper and helping with the cooking and handing out the food on other days, she couldn’t avoid people talking, people rambling about it. Only a few kids actually managed to openly talk about what happened, some learned to deal, others were not there yet. However Gena was willing to listen and even more willing to learn about their behavior to anticipate what people might need. It made her job easier, her sensibility did the rest, usually.
“That actually sounds like a Monty special.” The brunette replied. Not holding out on her, not being able to sleep, it sounded like she needed a good drink, a burning drink, something raw, taking her mind off of whatever was troubling her and to what she could focus on, which was a short-lived burn and pain that she might even welcome. Gena turned to get a glass for the girl. She filled it with the clear liquid that had been brewed only recently. It had gone over a bit, with the kid making it being distracted by something, making it very potent. She placed the glass before the girl. “It’s Gena by the way. And this is the strongest thing we currently have. To quote someone: It burns your insides, regrows them and burns them again.”
cherry1
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 29, 2016 21:14:58 GMT
A glass crashed, the amber liquid in it spilling onto the floor, as one of the barkeepers shouted to another to take over, even though it was not his turn to tend to the people of Arkadia. She ran, careless of the mess she made, around the bar, following a boy out into the hallway. Her heart was racing so fast. When Monty told her about Bellamy being injured, he not so subtly omitted how badly, probably to not worry her too much, but at the same time it had the exact same result. She had been on edge anyway. He was gone so long, increasing the chances of him getting hurt and now he was hurt. It was her personal worst case scenario at the moment.
It got worse when she came in. Bell was pale. The way he said her name, unable to even hint at a smile, told her how bad it was. This was not a good sign at all. When she rushed to him to take his hand, thankful that they held him to the bed, she saw how bad it was. His leg. There was so much blood. No wonder he was pale. No wonder he didn’t seem to have energy. But they could deal with it. They had supplies and… where the hell was the chancellor? Kane answered her question even before she asked it. An apprentice, a complete newbie, was to take care of Bellamy. “You better not fuck this up!” Gena warned him, leaving him to do what he was training to do, as she turned back to Bellamy. “Bellamy, what happened?” She looked at the wound again. It seemed so deep and almost clean and…. His face on top of it. “WHO did this to you??” Someone had to have done it to him. The young woman moved, clinging to his hand as she ran her hand through his locks.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 28, 2016 21:34:14 GMT
He was right. They could always come back if they needed more. For now they would be good. She had everything. It still felt surreal. She would stay with him, for warmth only, of course. But what if it was for more? Well that was entirely in the future. The two of them carried the things through the corridors. But something was weird with him. Maybe he wasn’t fully okay with it. Maybe he didn’t know himself. Maybe it was the way the others were looking at him. She knew Bellamy was usually not too burdened by the looks of the others, but at the same time she knew he didn’t like to be looked at. For once, though, he would be looked at for something good-ish, helping someone – in the best case.
When Gena entered the room with him, the warmth was immediately noticeable. It wasn’t as warm as it was at the fire, but sure as hell not as cold as her room and the hangar. Sitting together would actually provide them with a certain warmth. This really was a great idea. Gena placed her things – those she was actually holding and not him – on the bed, before turning around to wrap her arms around Bellamy. With a gentle kiss to his cheek, she smiled at him “My savior.” Gena whispered against him. Because he really had saved her from the cold by asking her to stay in here for warmth. But there was still something to speak about. “Where do you want me to sleep?”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 28, 2016 2:24:27 GMT
She had just come back from Mount Weather, but once Bell was gone, for a longer time, Gena was sent out again. It was the second time she questioned whether or not Doctor Griffin actually recognized the gravity of her recent diagnosis. But it all didn’t matter. She was assigned to go with the others to Mount Weather and with the way everything went down, it was best to just agree and get it over with. She was aware of the dangers, which was one more reason Gena wanted this to go in and out and done with. It should be her last time in a while to go there. There was no way she would agree to leave Arkadia often now. But she didn’t want to burden the chancellor any more than necessary, so she went with them.
She did leave Bellamy a letter for when he would return: “Dear Bellamy, I hope you got my message. I can’t wait to celebrate the pregnancy with you. In a few months we’ll have a new little life in our arms and you can read The Iliad to your own kid. I’ll be back before you know it. I love you, with all my heart. Gena.”
It was perhaps one of the worst decision she could have made. Gena hated Mount Weather. She hated what it had done to the man she loved. It hated how it made her stomach twist – something she interpreted very differently now. The empty mountain always gave her the creeps. People lived there once and now it was empty, useless. A set of vitamins went into the bags as she went through the medical supplies. Her radio cracked, voices, warnings that she could barely understand where issued. Before she could react she heard voices outside, speaking in a language she knew too well and not enough. Grounders. Damn it. Gena froze. She tried to make no sound as the steps behind her were gone. Just when she thought they might have gone a hand covered her mouth. She screamed against it, tried to struggle, but they dragged her away.
They brought her to the others. The five Arkers were placed in a row on the ground, all bound, all shaking. This was an execution. They did the same to her. Bound by hands and feet she was made to kneel on the ground. A scream was heard when she saw them slit the throat of the first of them. Then another one. One by one they executed the Arkers. Finally it was time for them. By now she was panicking. They were going to kill her. And Bellamy wasn’t there. Death was scary. Her heart was beating so hard against her. She felt as if her stomach wanted to tear itself apart, her lungs burned from the sobs alone. They were going to kill her. Suddenly, without her consciously registering it, Gena spoke, no, shouted:
“I’M PREGNANT! I’m pregnant! I’m with child. Please. My child is innocent. Please!!” The hand preparing to kill her stilled. The Grounders looked at each other. Speaking in the language Gena didn’t understand, they seemed to try to decide what to do with her.. Then one of them approached her. The white hands dragged her up. She was gagged and dragged to the horses as she watched the others set fire to the bodies of the other Arkers, making it impossible to tell who was who. With and explosion of pain, Gena lost consciousness as they hit her over the head and put her on the horse to take her away.
When she woke again, it barely took a minute before they knocked her out once more. The next time she woke, she was in a dark, small room. There were chains around her wrists, keeping her locked to the wall, but allowing her to move. She could get up and walk if she wanted to. There was a tray with food in her prison, water and some bread, even a blanket. She didn’t understand, but for now she didn’t make a move to use either of the objects.
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 28, 2016 1:10:26 GMT
With how comfortable they were around each other, Gena still never expected to hear Bellamy offer something like this. He had never seen anyone else spend the night at his place, not even his sister, but maybe that was due to her wanting to stay with her boyfriend, she would probably want to stay with Bellamy if she didn’t have her boyfriend, they were siblings after all. And Bellamy cared so much about her. Regardless he had just offered for her to stay with him. Part of her told her to decline. This was a step they should think through. On the other hand it was motivated by a current situation: The fact that being in the cold all day had her shivering against him. Shared boy heat was a great thing in that case, it helped people to stay warm and didn’t cost them much. Even if they wouldn’t stay close at night, two bodies in a small place would heat up the room more than one body could.
“Okay.” Gena finally agreed. It was a good idea to keep both of them warm during the winter. And on this earth survival was not easy, it was a challenge, one that both of them probably intended to win. And they were close, so what could the harm be? They knew they could talk. For now the main thing was to get warm. Gena continued to move to her place. Once there she made quick work of things. She didn’t have much. Her pillow, blanket, her clothing and towels as well as her tablet and light were packed into a bag within seconds. All the other decorations remained. “Do we need anything else?”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 27, 2016 22:51:01 GMT
She was glad when she noticed him opening his arms to welcome her. It was a good sign. He was accepting of her attempts to comfort him, to hold him and take a bit of the burden from him, even though it was not actually possible. If she could, she would turn back time and change everything, take the burden off his shoulder and spread it along others. She saw how people looked at him, some looked up at him, one didn’t, but the majority, like her, knew how far he had gone, how far he was willing to go for his people and that spoke volumes. But at the end of the day Bellamy Blake was only human. He was a very caring human and he could only take so much until he broke. He tried to be strong, but even he sometimes needed someone to carry him, if he wanted to accept it or not. Gena ran her hand through his hair, trying to calm him.
Usually she would expect him to remain silent, to cry and find his strength again. Him speaking was new, but not unwelcome. Speaking would allow for her to put his mind to rest in a way she was barely able to with just her arms and hands. Slowly she moved her hand from his hair to his cheek, gently stroking it as she looked into the eyes of a man, who had seen too much, felt too much and who was carrying a burden nobody should shoulder alone.
“Their death is not on you, Bellamy.” She began. Yes, they had pushed the button or pulled the trigger that radiated the level they were on, killed them, but this was not on him, couldn’t be on him. It was much more complicated than this. Gena didn’t possess the arrogance to think she knew everything, but she had heard a few things about that. “Their death is on their president. You protected your people, you gave him the option to stop, he had every chance to stop this and continue the life in the mountain as they were used to. They had every chance to speak and ensure their peoples survival. They would have killed our people. They wouldn’t have stopped there, you know that. They would have come, taken us here, too, our children. You gave them the choice to live. He didn’t take it, their life is on him, not you. You are the reason the kids in Arkadia can run about and play football and laugh without fearing to be hurt. You are the reason they will experience the wonder of the first snow for the very first time. And you would have found a way to make the same happen for the children in Mount Weather, had they let you. Their death is not on you. Look at our children, Bellamy. Their survival is your achievment.”
Bellamy Blake
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HEADCANON PROVEN!!
