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Post by Gena Martin on Dec 28, 2016 17:31:47 GMT
@shiloh Gena was one of the only cooks left. Two, if she wasn't mistaken. Actual cooks that was, trainees not counted yet. It was due to the fact that farm had not yet been discovered and there was the thing with only one survivor on factory - meaning her own mother was dead. Gena, a farm station girl, got lucky when she had been on mecha station when the Ark crashed. It gave her a certain interesting position now, with power she disliked. As one of the ones who actually knew how to store, prepare and save food Gena had to help go to the mountain and the likes.
She had just returned from another supply run, but as most were guards, she was basically left with one other guy to unload and no knowledge if someone was coming to help them. "Okay." Gena announced to her partner in this: "We'll do it this way: We unload this truck first. The supplies in there need cooling. Next is the grains. They need to be kept dry. And then art." At the subsequential why Gena rolled her eyes. It was becoming sort of her catch line. Art does not damn go bad. Food does. Food was more important. "Just do it." She rolled her eyes again, looking around, desperate for some actual help.
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Post by Gena Martin on Dec 14, 2016 16:50:11 GMT
She. That had to be his mother. But Gena couldn' tell hims she was probably dead. She could not even be sure. From her perspective nobody could have survived that blast inside the mountain. But she was no expert. What if there was a safe area. What if there was a way to kill everyone but a secluded part of the population? What if some survived inside and they just couldn't get to them? What if there was a chance for them? Gena nodded to him. If she was in there, she couldn't and wouldn't be able to take his hope. And she couldn't be sure.
"I can't do anything, kid." She whispered to him. She kneeled down to look at him. "There is so much rubble, I can't go through it. We need help for that." And for that they needed to go back to Arkadia. "You know where she was, right?" Where she was might be vital. "Arkadia has ways to try and find survivors down there. We have to head there and get help. If there is anyone still alive in there, they can find them."
Hunter Solomon
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Post by Gena Martin on Dec 11, 2016 11:55:31 GMT
She had tried to go after the Grounder. The coward seriously ran, trying to get out of the mountain, before - she couldn't even imagine what would happen. The answer came when she was close and outside: The mountain blew up. An entire mountain, that once housed an entire civilisation. And it housed Farm Station now. Everyone, old friends, everyone who came down with farm, was dead now. Gena sank to her knees, a cry escaping her. She had lost her mother, who came down with factory. She had lost her father. And now the few friends her family had left. Except one or two, maybe. Hannah, she thought, was not in there. But others. And now her entire station, except for a few like her, were obliterated.
She suddenly heard something behind her. Gena remained kneeling, suddenly feeling the pain full force, the physical one as well as the emotional one. But the noise was too soft to be an attacker. And even then she didn't care. They were all gone. And Bellamy ran headfirst into danger in Polis where apparently another assassin waited. The soft noise barely audible now. Gena stood up. She slowly made her way to where she heard it. It was a person. She recognized the clothes as Ark issued. "It's okay!" She called out. "I'm from Arkadia. I'm not going to hurt you. You can come out. I... I can keep you safe."
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Post by Gena Martin on Dec 7, 2016 16:58:49 GMT
Gena loved that he offered her a snack, but she didn’t need one. She’d rather save food and just drink something. It would be enough. It should be enough. Gena smirked at the boy. He was such a good boy. “Later. When we’re into our reading.” That alone would be a promise in itself she guessed. She doubted either of them would even think of any snack while they read. They could stay and read together or read to each other what ever they liked best.
“We should build something. Too.” Gena grinned at that. “They called it blanket fort. So we need blankets. And we need lights and we need pillows. And we need to start now.” It would take a while and she wanted to make the best of the little time they had in order to get it finished before his parents were home. They had time until after, but she was sure Hannah would only tolerate it, if the work was already done by the time she was back.
Monty Green
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Post by Gena Martin on Dec 7, 2016 16:46:49 GMT
He was right. They might be able to find something if there was the right place to look. And maybe even something that was more than useful. But that was a hard thing to look for. Gena knew that much. But with Monty she had good company. They could and should at least try and not give up before they have a chance to try. She smirked at hima s the rover kept on shaking her – them most likely. “Oh Monty. This will be fun.” She grinned. Two farm station people certainly could have so much fun together and she was banking on it. A look outside and she knew they had to stop.
“Wait! Stop!” The place was full of berries. She had no idea what they all were, but they were worth taking with them and they were worth testing. What if they were a good food source. And it looked like some might be roots, too. It was a chance for them to maybe get new resources for them. “Monty, we should check those plants out. They could be edible. Or have other proprieties that might be useful for us.” And if they were that, well then they had hit the jackpot. “Come on” She pulled out gloves, just to be save. Jumping out she immediately started picking some of the berries. “Make sure nothing pierces your gloves. They might be poisonous.”
Monty Green
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Post by Gena Martin on Dec 7, 2016 16:21:02 GMT
She knew the mountain had been blown up. Otherwise she wouldn’t have mentioned the attack. However she didn’t know she was the only survivor. She didn’t know there was nobody else. Her friends, all the others from farm station, dead, gone for good. She fell to her knees, mouth open in shock. The others were gone. But there were other things at hand. Things she heard, a warning on her lips, she looked up at the commander. “It… wasn’t just one person.” She replied. It felt more elaborate than just blowing up the mountain. “It was just the beginning. They want to start a war. They took me. But some others killed those and brought me here.” And she was pretty sure it was only because she was the survivor.
“Did… what happened?” She needed to know. Not in the mountain but everywhere. Time didn’t just stop. Gena pressed her hands to her stomach. “Did… they succeed? Did they start a war? What about Azgeda?” They started this, but did they end it? Did they succeed in their weird plans? She felt like crying, honestly. She didn’t know what to do. If there was a war, it had to be stopped. There would just be more blood.
Derrick
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Post by Gena Martin on Nov 29, 2016 16:54:35 GMT
When she was brought to the capital of the grounders, Gena felt much better than before. She was stable again, could walk herself, despite some pain. To this moment she wondered. Why was this happening like it was happening? She could not make sense of it. Nor had she any idea what was going on at her home. What was happening there? She guessed people expected her to have died. The mountain, she should have died here, but she had underestimated the strategy of some of ice nation. She had underestimated whatever power sent her to the capital. But she was glad. She was alive. She might just be able to go home.
Upon being brought into the big room, her eyes fell to a figure in the throne. The commander, clearly. Everything, every detail matched. It matched what she had been told about her. That had to be Lexa. Gena of course was never taught how to behave in front of her, so she remained standing, addressing her as respectful as she could, unknowing of how much she knew. “I… am Gena Martin. I’m originally from Arkadia. I’ve been in the mountain before Ice nations attack.”
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Post by Gena Martin on Nov 29, 2016 16:40:30 GMT
Her getting sick was his concern, of course. That sounded just like him. Taking care of basically everyone, but certainly not himself. That was the man she had fallen for. And it was part of the why. They both felt the need to take care of others. In very different way. Gena was feeding people, trying to help through sicknesses; Bellamy was a protector in every way. He would fight for people, give his life for them. She would stay up nights for people, risk getting sick. Which was why she gently patted his cheek now. “If this is contagious, Bell, I’m afraid I probably already caught it.” It would just take a while for it to actually break out. Things like that did take time often. Like a cold. She would get in contact with someone having it and days later she would develop symptoms herself. And it didn’t worry her in the slightest. She was well fed, she had warmth, she could brave a little sickness.
“Now less worrying about me. I’ll be fine, Bellamy. Besides, I’m a much better patient than you.” Her tease was highlighted with a gentle poke to his belly. And she was. Unlike Bellamy she would sit or lay still – usually – when he told her to, because she knew she would do nobody any good while she was sick. With him, things were different. He wanted to protect, so he didn’t accept his own sickness. He would tell people he was okay when he wasn’t. “Lets get you to rest. And then we’ll tackle everything else when you feel better. If I get sick, I know I have someone who will take care of me.”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Nov 22, 2016 17:32:20 GMT
“Right back at you sister.” Gena replied to Raven, grinning. “Maybe we should ditch our dates and just have one ourselves.” It was of course a joke. But Raven wasn’t a bad option. She was a great friend, from what she heard great in bed and Gena knew, if given time, she might fall for her. Thought it would be a rather different story. And then she saw him. Bellamy. Of all the guys she expected, it wasn’t Bellamy. For a long moment she thought that was Ravens date. And hey would fit well. Genas smile was slightly insecure, clearly accenting that she didn’t know what to say. This felt weird. She noticed his look and then Ravens. The way their eyes sparkled in ways she had seen before. This was a set up! This had to be a set up! Oh Raven was good. Somehow she doubted another person would arrive. Or if they did, it would be a good friend of Ravens, totally in on the set up.
“I’m sure.” Because he wasn’t coming or in on Ravens plan. He wasn’t minding this at all. “So what did you plan then, Raven? What kind of dinner did you plan for all of us to have? Surely you have an idea how to make this extra special for all of us.” Surely she had an idea. Something to open up conversation, a joint meal that would force all of them to interact. This little demon. She really had all of this planned. “I think this calls for a drink at least. To pass the time. Until your date arrives.”
Bellamy Blake cherry1
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Post by Gena Martin on Nov 22, 2016 17:04:29 GMT
They would be save? At least that seems to be a given. But what if that wasn’t the case at all? Grounders of the capital never seemed trustworthy. They just brought down mount weather during a ceasefire. That alone was despicable in itself. How could she trust them? This girl was potentially a rare difference. But Polis? The Capital, that was where the political problems arose. She just hoped her friends would come home in once piece. Their people needed them and she didn’t think she could bear the loss of them, too. Gena shook her head.
“I don’t need to be cured.” Not here. It didn’t matter if she was a healer or not. All she needed was to survive and become stable. Once she was stable, she could go to Arkadia. They could fix her. Or they could signal to them. Let them know she was here. They had vehicles, a form of transport. “You could… send a message to Arkadia?” She suggested. “They would come and get me. They have ways of transport that would… I could be helped much earlier.” And she would be out of their hair. “You should let them know what you did for me – and them. They will appreciate it.”
amber4
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Post by Gena Martin on Nov 22, 2016 16:38:11 GMT
That was a good question. Gena smiled knowlingly. That alone was to many answer in itself. Yes, she had been outside before. The full story for it was not cut out for everyone. It had a certain private quality to it. But the general idea of it, that she could share. Gena poured herself a glass of water – all other beverages were for the guests, but she needed water during work, like any other. Before she answered she drank, taking a moment. To remember what happened back then. It was a beautiful day.
“There is a lake not far from here. Some of the sweetest berries grow there. I go there to collect them for the food and the drinks.” That explained the why she went out often at least. “The lake are actually hot springs. They’re not actually hot, but the perfect temperature for a bath. So Bellamy and I were there once to… relax and let me tell you a bath there, with a partner does relax you more than you can imagine – especially if you’re all alone with him.” Was that hint enough? Anyway she would not go in depth about it. “Monty might enjoy the well, too. And you.”
@harpermcintyre
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Post by Gena Martin on Nov 17, 2016 16:32:57 GMT
It’s good to see you, too. How the hell did he pick those words? How the hell? But then again this was Bellamy. This was the big brother of a hot headed teenager. He knew how people could let out their anger and compared to others Gena had seen, her anger was relatively easy to deal with. It was just words, a cloth mistreated and nothing more. It was her trying to deal with emotions while needing to let them out to a certain extent. But his words were disarming. It was just Bellamy being Bellamy. And he was okay. He was in one piece and well enough to be the way she had known him on the Ark, so Gena couldn’t help a soft smile.
Gena grabbed some of the really strong stuff and some not so strong stuff as well as something for the taste to mix it. It was not what she would usually give Bellamy, but she was sure it would do the trick. What he usually got was not available down here right now. As he said he needed two, she was hoping that the second drink would be for his sister, but then again they might be for a friend, too. Whatever it was, she had to ask. As she placed the first drink in front of him, she had to ask. “Not your usual, but I think you might like it. Is the other one for your sister?” She hoped they were united. “She’s safe, right? You protected her.” At least he would have tried, because that was Bellamy.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Nov 15, 2016 17:05:57 GMT
Gena giggled as Harper mentioned Monty. Monty was a sweet kid. Wasn’t he even younger than her? She thought so, but she couldn’t be sure since she actually had no idea how old Harper truly was. Monty was an impressive boy. She knew he was stupidly clever, a genius really. She knew he had a hand in defeating at least one beg enemy, if now two. She knew Monty was kind and he deserved someone in his life he could connect with. Like it seemed to be the case with Harper. Back on the Ark she would have considered them an unlikely pair, maybe even grinned about them, because that was the kind of story she loved. Dow here unlikely was the norm. Hell she was in an unlikely relationship herself, if you only looked at it from the knowledge gathered on the ground. Gena placed a new drink in front of Harper.
“Monty is an absolute sweetheart. I’ve seen the way he looks at you. He certainly holds great affection for you.” And respect. In a world like this, full of violence and pain, it was great to see someone look at someone else with such warmth and care. She didn’t know how they did it, but it was wonderful to see. “You two deserve this happiness.” And more. She knew the dates they went on were harmless – or well she assumed that, knowing Monty a bit from farm. “You know, maybe you should take him out sometime.” She suggested. She knew harmless and sweet was good. But sometimes people just had to go for it, really get into it and let themselves float and feel.
@harpermcintyre
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Post by Gena Martin on Nov 15, 2016 17:02:26 GMT
@abbygriffin It was a slow day. Nobody needed her at the bar or elsewhere. But Gena still needed to do something. She was not the kind of girl to stay at home all day. She could clean, but as big as the apartments were, there was only so much to do and she had learned early to clean up everything right away. There really wasn’t much to do for her. So, partially in honor of her parents, Gena picked up food from the canteen and carried them over to the clinic, med bay or infirmary, whatever it was currently called. She did that once or twice a week, depending on how much it was needed and if she had time for it.
Today it seemed to be the first time she came in and Doctor Griffin being in at the same time. It was unusual for her to be there while Doctor Griffin found time to go for her primary job. Gena admired her juggling two jobs of such importance at the same time and she knew it took a toll on her. So she was glad if she could help, even if it was just simple tasks like helping feed patients and clean. “Good afternoon Doctor Griffin.” She greeted her. She suspected that she might think Gena was there because of sickness, so she added: “I’m here to help a bit.”
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Post by Gena Martin on Nov 9, 2016 17:53:29 GMT
“Well they are about kids in a special school.” Yeah that made them sound exceptionally boring, if she was honest, but it was something. It was part of what this was and so she had to begin there. “A school for witches and wizards.” She had the movies, too, if he wanted to start with that. But given who Monty was, a studious boy, she guessed he’d want the books first. “So the books are about a kid named Harry Potter. He grew up thinking he had no magical powers and then was told he does, he is a wizard and he then attends this school learning more about his parents and fighting an evil wizard with his two sidekicks Ron and Hermione.” Gena smiled. Ron and Harry could totally be Monty and Jasper some days.
“There are movies, too and I have them, too. I’m pretty sure the books and movies are entertainment for multiple nights, if you’re up for it.” She guessed they would meet up more than that day. His parents were worried and that meant they didn’t want him alone sometimes. “The movies alone are hours and hours of fun. And I might have brought the appropriate snack.” Well any snack was appropriate since hard to come by.
Monty Green
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