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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 17, 2016 23:07:57 GMT
“Not pick them, no.” Gena said. She would love that, too, of course. But she didn’t want them to be picked. “It would be a lot better if you brought them with their roots.” Genna pointed out. She could keep them in pots around the place and they might survive the winter, hopefully in the warmth that the canteen might provide. With people around, the warmth should settle in and if it didn’t there was no loss. Then the winter would have made them wilt and hibernate anyway.
Gena took another sip from her drink, when Bellamy apparently had an idea about how that should be done. He wanted to take her out with him. She didn’t know if that was such a good idea. Then again he had protected the kids, maybe she should go, he could protect her. He knew the weapon, he knew the terrain, maybe it was a good idea. Maybe it would be fun to go out with him. Who should attack them? Gena reached out for his hand, gently patting his hand. “Okay. You know this place far better than I do:” she pointed out. “I trust you. But you do know I have not the faintest clue about herbs. I know mint and how to use stuff, but which one is which? Not a chance. You know I’m just a cook, right?” She asked him. “Maybe we could go out after you come back, though? Not too far, just for a little walk, see the Ground a bit?” Maybe they would find a place for them not too far, where he could feel comfortable and at peace despite being outside, a place not loaded with bad memories.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 17, 2016 21:31:32 GMT
Gena moved. She pulled her legs up so she could rest her chin on her knee, still looking at Bellamy. There it was, the smile she had been looking for. Thank god it could still break out. She had hoped it was still there, buried somewhere deep, now she knew it was there and she loved every second of it. With what happened in Mount Weather over and seeing the smile again, Gena made a mental note to do her best and try to find that smile in him again and again and again, because this was the status quo she liked about him: Still having that light in him to smile.
She noticed it the moment he did it. They were getting to bad territory, so she needed to steer clear of that and followed his lead to the new topic, taking that as if it was the most natural thing to do and really it was, in so many ways it was natural for her and him to do that. Back on the Ark he had avoided talking about his mother sometimes, with right, too. It was better for her to follow his lead. “I don’t know. I know the berries I used in your drink there actually grow almost inside the camp. They grow just behind the station by the little lake. I don’t know much about the other plants. I just use them. You know how useless I was in botany. I think we’re running out of this strange root and this herb, mint, I think. I don’t know if you’ll find them out there, though. I couldn’t. As long as it’s edible, It will be great. Actually” Gena stopped mid- thought. “There is something you can bring back, if you want: Flowers. The place looks so sterile and boring. We’re on the ground, we can have flowers inside.”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 17, 2016 19:19:23 GMT
“Ah, no you won’t.” Gena said. Though she had no doubt that he would actually manage it, she would not let him have that satisfaction early. She would not make it easy for him at all. She had to be on the lookout in the next days. Now more than ever did she need to make sure he couldn’t buy her that drink. It sounded like a great challenge and a game that could keep on distracting him. It needed to be the game that could keep on distracting him, because he seemed to need it, even if it was just to keep his mind off of things, things Gena clearly didn’t understand yet, but she was willing to wait for an explanation.
“Fine.” Gena reached for the nuts and popped some into her mouth. If they were bad enough to induce hallucinations, she’d join him there. But she wondered what she would see. Would she see things that weren’t there or maybe he would turn into something else entirely. Maybe he would turn into a green goblin wanting to seduce her on the skin of a killed panther that they didn’t have in the canteen yet. There was no doubt that would change once everyone was sorted with warm clothes and blankets. Gena leaned forward, looking into his eyes with a grin. “I think you will turn into a blue or green goblin and you’ll seduce me on the fur or a white panther until I forget my name and think I’m a princess from old Rome. You will also say "I am Ragnar, wielder of the most magnificent magic snake".”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 17, 2016 2:02:19 GMT
Gena didn’t remember ever feeling this cold at work or at any time up on the Ark. That was perhaps one of the very few perks about being around the kitchens and Agro in general: Warmth was kind of important there, the plants needed the stable condition and the citizens on the station, or at least a few of them, among them her. Here on the ground things were slightly different. First, it felt, completely subjectively, a lot colder than on the Ark. Secondly she hadn’t had any shifts around cooking in quite some while, so no chance at actually warming up. Thirdly, which was probably the worst part about it all: Genas clothing was certainly not fit for this weather. All in all resulted in Gena shivering, teeth almost chattering in the beginning even. She didn’t warm up throughout her entire shift.
It was only after her shift, that she could do something about it. Gena generally didn’t drink during work, but as soon as the shift was over, she poured herself a drink in the hopes that the liquid would help her get warm. Tonight she was not supposed to clean up, so she walked right outside. It didn’t take long for her to spot Bellamy. “When did it get so cold exactly?” The brunette asked her friend. “I couldn’t stop shivering through my entire shift. Shivering is not bad, right? I won’t stay shivering forever?” She teased. It was no real concern of hers, but really no better joke came to her as she had trouble controlling even just her teeth’s chattering. “Want to go sit at a bonfire with me?”
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 14, 2016 22:20:45 GMT
Gena could see it. She knew he was moving. She knew he would try to get to her. She wanted Bellamy to be at peace again and that sometimes included good natured pranks like that. At least she hoped the juice of the berries would not be permanent or even remotely permanentish. She wanted Bellamy to be better. Gena scrunched up her nose in anticipation of Bellamy getting to her. She was prepared. Within a few moments he had her arm, pulled her out and had her pinned to the ground – for now. Being prepared came in handy. Her feet were in the perfect position for later. Gena grinned up at him as he had her, her wrist pinned to the ground.
“Punishment? Get creative.” Gena knew he had the potential for it. He could get creative, everything she had heard and witnessed by now just told her so, day after day after day. He was a great person and he deserved to have someone who was willing to just throw berries at him to get him to smile. Still grinning up at him she took his ‘punishment’ of smearing berry over her cheek. One hand free allowed her to reach behind him, to his back to smudge the berry stains there a little. Gena was calculating all of this. With her hand on his back, she could swing her legs out, gain momentum, to throw him off. Once that was done, she quickly got herself seated on top of him, pressing both underarms to his shoulders to hold him down – for now. Feeling his muscles underneath her she knew he had to play along in order for this to keep working, but then again playing along may not be the thing she wanted. With him pinned she had no other choice but to rub her cheek against his in order to transfer the purple color to him as well.
“Got you, Blake. What are you going to do about that?” Getting a bit more daring, she let his shoulder go just to press her hand flat to his chest leaving a purple handprint on him. “I have to say I love painting on you, you make a great canvas. And I can’t even paint!”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 13, 2016 20:50:27 GMT
“You’re talking to the barkeeper.” Gena pointed out. “I’m the mistress of drinks. They bow to me. Of course I’m going to make it hard for you to buy me a drink. You will have to outsmart the bartender first and that is not an easy thing to do, so buckle up, buddy, you’ll have to work very hard to get to buy me that drink.” She had every intention to make it hard on him. Even if it might just be for the happy fun of things and just to mess with him. She had the feeling that that was exactly what Bellamy needed now: The same casual talks and fun as they had on the Ark. And if it wasn’t what he needed, Bellamy Blake was not the type of guy to go for it. He was making it very clear if he liked something or not. So far there was no reason to stop.
“They’re not tested.” Gena replied. It sounded like a very funny story in a time where not everything was easy. The easy time seemed to be now, but now people needed to pick up the pieces of who they were and deal with what they had to do, a lot in Bellamys case as far as she knew. She wanted to help him, to hold him, to be there for him, but she needed him to be the one to want that, too. She couldn’t help if he didn’t want anyone in to help him, but at the very least she could distract him. “They’re not actually from the ground either, so they’re safe. They are left over contingent from the Ark, salvaged and boxed. It’ll be fun when we will have to use ground-nuts. I will prepare the bar for that and keep a special batch for you. I want to see you dance with imaginary unicorns!!”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 13, 2016 0:46:27 GMT
She hadn’t planned to end up where she was, behind some bushes almost sheepishly grinning as she watched Bellamy Blake washing his face with the water of the lake. She had been just out here at the back of the station to collect some of the berries she would need for the night. The bar needed some for a bit of extra flavor to some drinks. She loved those kinds of drinks almost more than anyone else. It was going great, too. People loved it and it basically grew like weed anyway. They all but dropped a few seeds and they bloomed instantly. And now they had a lot of bushes, hiding her right now as she watched Bellamy take of his shirt again.
Damn, he was hot. His body was toned in all the right ways, something his janitors uniform had always hidden, but she had seen it anyway, because of the way he had moved. There was just too much strength and anger in the way he moved initially, when they met. For a moment Gena wondered if she should get up and let him see her, but then a berry burst in her hand, coloring it a nice little purple tint. Purple…. The perfect kind of purple. Maybe some of the berries were better of used as coloring. Gena quickly squeezed some of them to ensure they would burst and release juice upon impact. Setting the biggest part of the collection down, she started to throw the berries at Bellamys back, giggling as she saw them burst and paint his back a nice purple. It looked better than she imagined.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 12, 2016 18:29:26 GMT
Was that a smile? If it was, it was so fleeting, it was gone within a heartbeat, gone before anyone could even fully register it or take it in. It was a shame. She missed his smile. She had missed it when he disappeared without a word – by now she knew why and where to and she inwardly applauded him for his bravery and wanted to pull on a lock of his, because he could have just told her. It would have saved her a lot of worry about him, especially in the time when she didn’t know where he was. She had often asked herself if he was okay and she had no way of checking in on him. Even knowing he was on the ground, she would have had no way, but it would have taken the control out of her hand, made it easier to deal with the helplessness she often felt up there. Down here she was no longer helpless at all. She wanted to see him smile again.
“Really? That’s too bad. You know the janitors uniform was getting me all hot and bothered:” It really didn’t. It looked like a sack on him, completely out of proportion, then again most janitors simply didn’t have his physique. Gena raised her glass to him, giving him a smirk.
“I guess you still owe me that one, because those two are on me.” Not that she actually had to pay anything for them, it was technicalities, but she was not letting him off the hook so fast, not when she could see he was in no way the same as back then. She wanted to make sure her friend was okay, would be okay. She wanted him to know he could lean on her if he needed to, she would be there for him. And that included not talking about what happened in the Mountain. He would talk if he needed to. The young woman pulled the little plate with nuts towards them.
“So what’s the story behind some of the kids running like a naked wookie with a lightsaber is after them when seeing the nuts? And on top of that mumbling something about brooms and pink squirrels trying to enslave the white rabbit?”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 12, 2016 1:05:26 GMT
Let Me Love You Ne Yo - Glee Cover
Much as you blame yourself,
You can't be blamed for the way that you feel
Had no example of a love,
That was even remotely real
How can you understand
Something that you never had?
If you let me,
I can help you out with all of that
Let me love you,
And I will love you,
Until you learn to love yourself
Let me love you,
A heart in numbness
Is brought to life,
I'll take you there
I can see the pain behind your eyes,
It's been there for quite a while
I just wanna be the one
To remind you what it is to smile
I would like to show you
What true love can really do
Let me love you,
And I will love you,
Until you learn to love yourself
Let me love you,
I know your trouble
Don't be afraid,
Oh I can help
Let me love you,
A heart in numbness
Is brought to life,
I'll take you there
Let me love you,
I know your trouble
Don't be afraid,
Oh I can help
The perfect song for Bellamy Blake and Gena Martin at the moment. Their relationship is supposed to be right in a time vulnerability for Bellamy and Gena is one of the people supporting him in this time.
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 12, 2016 0:53:50 GMT
Routine in a new place was valuable. As a barkeeper Gena could witness some truly wonderful exchanges over the days. Their people had returned from Mount Weather. One by one the kids, the survivors trickled in, needing food, often drinks, often an open ear that was not one of their own. She saw kids, with a maturity beyond their age lean on each other, being each others strengths, carrying the weight of their own feelings and the feelings of others on their shoulder. She saw the first blooming attempts of people trying to rebuild themselves from the ashes of what they had witnessed. Gena usually kept away from them, feeling they might need the time to themselves before they were able to talk to someone, unless they came to her. She mostly listened and smiled at them, offering them words of courage that tomorrow would hold a better day. They were on the ground now, they survived, and that in itself was an accomplishment.
Gena liked to work late. She liked to watch the stars when she walked back to her sleeping place. It reminded her of old, easier days. But this night was very different. This night not only reminded her of many pleasant late evenings on the Ark, it was a déjà vu, though one that felt bittersweet. The man she saw was all too familiar, but so very different at the same time. He’s been through a lot, if the rumors were even remotely true. He had seen a lot of blood, a lot of death, a survivor of the mountain himself. With him it was different, though, him she knew. With him she wanted to see that smile again, that could light up an entire room, but seemed reserved for private moments. Normally she should be cleaning the tables, just like on the Ark. That was the kind of routine she appreciated, familiar motions she had been drinking in since she was a little girl accompanying her dad to work. Instead Gena took two glasses, various juices and mixed a drink. She carried both over to the last occupied table. Without announcing herself she placed the drink – non alcoholic but very sweet – before her friend, her mind circling around what she should say. She settled for a reminder of old times, good times between the both of them.
“You forgot your mop.” She grinned at him, hoping he understood that she was only meaning to tease him a little. He was no longer a janitor from what she understood, but a leader, a role she found a little more befitting of him.
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 11, 2016 20:29:30 GMT
 Skills:
*Cooking
*Mixing
*Selfdefense
Occupation:
Cook | Bartender
Personality:
*kind
*compassionate
*loyal
*mischievous
*judging
Friends:
*Bellamy Blake
*Octavia Blake
Enemies:
*Various Grounders |
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Post by Gena Martin on Jan 10, 2016 16:32:09 GMT
 | ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name:. Gena Emily Martin
.:Nick Name:. Gee, Gspot (blame it on the Blakes), Gem (only Bellamy)
.:Affiliation:. Arker
.:Age:. 22 years old
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. Gena is an average sized young woman. She has a fit and slim physique, keeping herself fit through sports meant for self defense, apart from working on her feet almost all day. Gena has light brown hair with natural curls to it, that she likes to style up a little, depending on what her mood is on. Like many she dresses with what little she has, but she dresses for comfort rather than to impress, so usually in shirt and a comfortable size fitting pair of jeans. Only sometimes, when she feels like it, does she bring out the few more opulent clothes her family owned: Dresses with beautiful patterns, falling just short of her knees. She rather dressed a little warmer than to waste what little resources she and her family had on heating the apartment too much.
.:Height:. 5"7'
.:Portrayed by:. Leah Gibson
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Gena is a generally pleasant person, unless you piss her off. She knows how to fight back, not only with words, but with her hand and feet and teeth. She is not the kind of woman to let anyone walk over her. She’s compassionate and kind most of the time, with a sense of humor and a sometimes biting tongue. She’s loyal to a fault, but sometimes easy on the judgment. Gena dislikes disrespect and falling out of line without a good reason and without looking out for others and potentially getting innocents killed without reason. She can be quite mischievous, loving the occasional lighthearted joke or even prank.
.:Special Skills:. Cooking, Mixing drinks, basic hand- to- hand
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. The Ark – Farm Station
.:Family:. Her father died during a riot on factory; her mother died during the crash of the Ark as she was on Factory at the time.
.:Occupation:. Bartender, helping with giving out and preparing food
.:History:. There is not much to be said about Genas birth or early childhood, even though she got lucky. She was born not a year after her parents decided to apply for a permit. They loved her and raised her with care and kindness. The lucky part was that unlike other kids of her non privileged position, her parents had saved up to allow her to go to the regular school instead of home schooling her, hoping to give her better chances for her future. Those chances sadly were only an illusion. Her father got killed during a riot on factory station where he helped pass out food. He was just an innocent bystander, trying to stay out of things, according to her mother, but he got caught between the fronts and died.
Being alone with her mother, Genas choices for a job were limited. She could have tried, spent effort and time to maybe get another job, but she wanted security for her and her mother and went into the job both her parents had. It had been predetermined for her in many ways and she was good at making and giving out food. Within the first months of working partially on factory and farm, she was often handled roughly, because people were desperate. Not wanting to cal the guards, she decided to go and spend a few savings on self defense lessons. She was by no form as good as an guard, but it was good enough to deflect an untrained brute if she had to. That was her initial purpose for training, but she soon found fun in it. It helped her unwind after a long day at work.
The Martins went about their work and life quietly, especially during the crisis. They were in a lucky position when the dropship got blown off, both surviving that. When it came to bringing the Ark to the ground the two women separated. Gena came down with Mecha, her mother with factory, which only had one survivor. In Camp Jaha Gena immediately started up working with cooking and now with bartending.
| ~ • ~ | Member Info | ~ • ~ |
.:Name or Online Alias:. Ash
.:How Did You Find Us:. When my station was shot out of the sky, I fell to the ground and met the grounders Euphoria and Duchess. They kept me.
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