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Post by Gena Martin on Nov 9, 2016 17:47:53 GMT
It was a very unique way to meet, yes, but it was not how they bonded. But then again that was a story that he had to tell, not her. It was much more intimate information on his side. Genas intimate secrets had only developed later, like the loss of her parents, the pictures she owned, the only memory of the time on the Ark which she cherished and in turn memories of her and Bellamy and even his family. She had to make arrangements that, should something happen to her, he would get those memories. But maybe nothing would. And they could live semi happy on the ground.
“He still does it sometimes.” She added. “Comes in at the end of my shift and helps me clean up. You could say old habbits die hard, but really Bellamy is just a big softy, wrapped in an incredibly firm, strong and handsome body.” She had no shame admitting that one and why would she? Bellamy was hot. “What about you?” She asked Harper. “I’m sure there are people that impressed you and left their mark on you – in a non violent way of course.”
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Post by Gena Martin on Nov 9, 2016 16:55:22 GMT
She had lost track of time. It was multiple days, but she eventually gave up counting when the sun rose or sunk. Gena heard soon enough that the mountain had been blown up. Healed or not, she knew her people wouldn’t come for her. They thought she was dead. They expected her to be gone while she was still very much alive, a prisoner in Polis. But something changed. It was subtle. She couldn’t see it outside, but bit by bit the cells filled up. People joined her in her cell and she sunk into a dark corner, watching grounders she didn’t trust, wrapped in the blanket she had been given in one of the nights where she fought her bodys reaction to being stabbed.
Now more and more were in her cell, but one surprised her more than any others: Murphy. She didn’t think she’d ever see. She had met him on the Ark, like many other people, actually. He was one of the kids that had her worried when she served him food. It was just something she could never prevent. But she was glad to see him in the bar on the ground. She hadn’t talked to him then, but now, surrounded by countless grounders, she had to. “John?”
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Post by Gena Martin on Oct 24, 2016 18:25:37 GMT
Gena smiled. "Good. I really hate cleaning that up." She said gently. But then again there was a sweet story about puke. One she could share with her, she thought. It wasn't a secret, was it? So the girl smiled at Harper, ready to start the story when the girl said she could have a child here on the ground. She was right. Gena hadn't even thought of that before. But she could. One day she and her partner (at that time, whether it was her current one or not) could just decide to have a child and have a child. That was kind of exciting and it gave her an honest, open smile, slightly dreamy, that she hadn't had before. She really wanted children and now that she lost her family, well she wanted it even more. But she doubted that would be the topic to keep this cheerful.
"There is a funny story with puke I have." She started. "It's related to how Bellamy and I met." She knew a great part of that story was his to tell and not hers. But a part of it was hers, too and so she told. "He and I met at my work back at factory." His work back then, too. It was a misfortune circumstance. "After the last patrons left, he would come in and clean. We'd talk. He'd help me clean up the puke, we'd talk some more. It was strangely peaceful. And looking back now it was so... mundane. Just a guy and a girl in a bar, surrounded by puke." As she spoke she prepared the drink for her friend.
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Post by Gena Martin on Oct 23, 2016 9:50:12 GMT
"Well there is a queen and she kinda scares me." Gena pointed out. She only heard stories of the Ice Queen, naturally, but none of them seemed to be nice or fond. The Ice queen and her nation seemed scary as hell and she was glad they didn't have to encounter them - yet. They might in the future, but Gena hoped not to be around when that happened, but safely inside. So she shrugged. The Ark didn't need a princess. They needed a fairly elected leader that could represent their people against a culture that was so unlike theirs, that so much blood has been shed.
"That's a bit of a sad story, actually." Gena whispered. Her reasoning for that wasn't as sweet and innocent as the reasons for the others. "A lot of people I knew have applied for permits on the Ark and never got one. And I wanted a child at one point in my life, just the chances of ever being allowed to have one were slim. So I thought surrounding myself with kids might not be the best idea, if I could maybe never have one of my own. Besides they puke a looooooooot more than drunks do! Trust me. A LOT. If you puke up this moonshine here, you're either done for the night or so hard core the next time you puke, you have to go straight to the infirmary."
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Post by Gena Martin on Oct 23, 2016 9:41:13 GMT
"There have to be ruins." Gena pointed out. There had to be some of them at least. She knew logic all but dictated that there were more ruins out there than they had seen so far. She had heard of some kind of track close to TonDC and a statue that by the sound of it was agreed on being the old Lincoln memorial. If that survived it meant they really had landed close to a once populated area. "This place, if the assumptions are correct, is where once the capital of America was. The president, according to our books and records, has been heavily guarded. So there have to be buildings left, more than we already saw. There are so many that were specially designed to withstand nuclear attacks. I doubt all of them are gone." How could they be?
"Maybe we find some memorys. Books, clothing, something small." Something that would give them an idea about what the people lived like just before the apocalypse. "A girl can dream." She announced. And she did dream. Of so many things that would never ever come true. Gena sighed. She wished they could, but the logical part of her, the one that could observe and make connections knew that even her current happiness was meant to change. She still decided to enjoy it while it lasted
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Post by Gena Martin on Oct 12, 2016 16:00:15 GMT
Gena giggled at her suggestion to work with her behind the bar. That was actually really sweet. She felt her cheeks heat up a little, as a light blush appeared. The thought that her job could be desirable was a strange one to her. Usually people didn't think what she did was worth picking up, not enough... glory. But Gena didn't want glory. That was boring and hard to maintain. She wanted to make a real difference. Unlike so many others she had met over time, cruel men, only out for position. And yet they ate here, like everyone else. It gave her a certain perspective.
"Well when I was like four, I wanted to be a princes... then I figured out that there were no princesses or kings or queens anymore - at least on the Ark - so that was impossible then. Then I wanted to become a vampire, until I realized what a bad idea that would be in a space ship. I'd run out of food and starve to death... despite being technically dead already. After that I wanted to be a witch - I blame the existence of Harry Potter on the Arks database... but magic doesn't exist." She giggled slightly. "As for jobs - I did think about working with kids once."
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Post by Gena Martin on Oct 12, 2016 15:35:32 GMT
Gena grinned. Trust Monty to find perhaps the nerdiest game the Ark had rescued. She wasn't one to play chess. She knew the basic rules but she never got good at it. She didn't have time for it either. She rather spent her time cooking, mixing tasted from the limited supplies to create something to make others happy. Just a little smile made her day, even more so when they were giving out the leftovers to those in need. She loved those smiles. Gena came over to Monty and sat down the tablet. "I fear I am a more boring partner than you are to yourself. I'm not good at chess at all." Others were. She had seen kids play before, but it had never taken her fancy.
"I've come with other entertainment actually." She grinned as she pointed to the tablet she had brought. "You know some things and records have been saved - even with those regular viruses and stupidities this gem I found has been saved. Back around the millenium there was a book series that was really popular. There are movies, too. The Arks database has the books and the movies. I really think you'd enjoy them, so I brought them. I thought that might be more interesting than sitting here alone, all by yourself."
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Post by Gena Martin on Sept 28, 2016 15:34:47 GMT
"Maybe one day we won't need soldiers anymore." Gena suggested. Maybe one day war was over. But for now it was a ceasefire. Nobody, not a single person Gena knew, trusted the peace around. Maybe there was the chance of it for the future. But she couldn't imagine it would work without more bloodshed. The other culture was based on war after all. And their own ancestors had thrived on war, had, in a way, fought one even in space. One would have thought they would learn from the horrors of the past, of what wiped out humanity in the first place. It didn't appear so. Not even them who had access to some of the old records. Some were lost for good it seemed. Unless the world surprised them in another way.
"What would you do if you weren't a soldier?" She then asked. Once all of them had dreams. Gena had been lucky with her. Helping people, feeding them, making them happy had always been part of her dreams. It was easy to achieve that with her parents. Others weren't as fortunate. Others also dreamed a lot bigger than she did. And yet she didn't stop to strive to become better in her field. Now on the ground food and drinks were different. She could learn more, create more and maybe one day food was the least of their worries again. "What did you want to become when you were younger?"
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Post by Gena Martin on Sept 28, 2016 15:12:08 GMT
"You could." Gena pointed out. She guessed digging and exploring could be fun. Especially if they found more than just food. There was so much out there that could not be lost too far. So much wonderful things from the past. She wanted to find it. "I mean, think about what could be out there, Monty. The nuclear apocalypse was only less than a century ago. And this place was, according to the maps in Arkadia, once heavily populated. Look at the trees." Gena pointed to the woods, the trees that were a certain size. "They are so big, they must have been here for a while. Decades even. That means nature has reclaimed this place shortly after the apocalypse. I bet there is so much to find just down there."
Gena grinned. She had the idea not too long ago. There had to be left overs. There had to be things left, maybe historic things. They could preserve some of their past. After all they didn't have the chance back then. Their ancestors could barely safe themselves after all. But some things hat to have survived. In Mount Weather for example. So much art was there. What else was out there. "I mean we're meant to look for food, but nobody will say anything if we find something else as well, history maybe."
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Post by Gena Martin on Sept 22, 2016 15:32:16 GMT
Gena smirked. Sleep training didn't sound too unfamiliar. Early mornings weren't easy on everyone. Some were not happy with it and she knew she would probably struggle with it hard. She was luckily happy with her job. Back on the Ark she had started to love it when she helped her mother gather leftovers for those who needed it. It was all approved as waste wasn't good, even on the ark. It was better and good to share that way. That was honestly her favorite part about her work, especially on the Ark. Now the system had changed and everyone just got what they needed - if they had it.
"It's not such a big story, actually." Gena admitted with a laugh. "It's my parents. They've been in this path and I just picked up the cooking spoon as well. The mixing of drinks just came when I discovered that with other flavors some food tasted better, too. So yeah, I kinda fell into it. How about you? I heard you haven't exactly been guard material on the Ark. What changed on the ground? You make a pretty great guard." Had she gotten the chance on the Ark, she would have bet that she would have nailed that as well.
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Post by Gena Martin on Sept 22, 2016 15:11:58 GMT
Gena was surprised when she was asked by Mister Greene to go to his apartment and make sure his son on his day off wasn't too bored. Apparently boredom didn't suit Monty. She would have never guessed that. Actually she knew that. Many did. Monty was young, but it was his brain that made him so unhappy to be bored. Gena pulled some strings for that case. She wanted Monty to be okay. And that wasn't easily done. But in the end, she had an idea how she could do it, how she could distract him from boredom. There were only a few things left from the ground. A set of books, scanned and uploaded, was among them. Not many knew of it, naturally.
Letting herself in, Gena smiled at the younger boy as she came in. Holidays on the ark could be pretty harsh on kids. They couldn't go out and play. They were limited to a space station. On the ground, she would suspect Monty would find himself a quiet place and still study there or find some trouble with his friend Jasper. "Hey Monty." Gena greeted him as she got in, clutching the tablet tightly. "What are you up to?"
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Post by Gena Martin on Sept 19, 2016 16:54:02 GMT
Gena laughed at that. She was glad it was Monty. At least he had an idea which plants could be right for them. It was not just because he was from farm. It was not just because his parents grew plants - medicinal, as far as Gena knew. It was alos because he had been on the ground. And from what she heard, Monty had been in touch with what the delinquents had done to survive. He had knowledge that was valuable to all of them, far beyond his intelligence. Gena knew how true that was. Monty, even though quiet, was a mind that could bring down mountains - he had proven that - or could have saved the Ark and he probably didn't even realize what potential for greatness he truly had. One day the time would be right to tell him. It wasn't right right now.
"I think none of us expected to be on the ground." Gena admitted. She certainly didn't. All of it came fast. All of it came way too fast actually. But they survived, somehow. And more could be out there. It was still a fight, but it was a fight worth fighting. "There's worse than looking for food: There could be sorting through clothing all day. At least we will see things." And do things and get out. "Besides I guess you could have worse company."
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Post by Gena Martin on Sept 16, 2016 19:34:40 GMT
With Farm station not found yet, there weren't many survivors from that station known to the Ark at the moment. Gena was one of them. As a cook and bartender people valued her knowledge of edibles and what wasn't edible. With Arkadia not yet self sustaining, she knew they had to find what they needed in the wild, preferably roots. From the delinquents time on the ground before the Ark came down, they knew there were plants in the woods, some around the drop ship. There would probably not be enough for everyone in one run, but hopefully enough to get started on proper food.
Gena sat in the back of the rover, a guard with her and she knew the other kid from farm would be Monty. They had seen each other before, been friendly on farm, but they hadn't really spent much quality time yet, not alone. The guard didn't really count. When she saw the other, Gena smiled. "Hey Monty." she greeted the boy from her station. She was kind of excited to see him again. He looked good, tougher than on the Ark, but she noticed that before. Just not that closely. "Ready?" She added. "Digging in the ground, sounds awfully familiar, doesn't it?"
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Post by Gena Martin on Sept 15, 2016 16:13:05 GMT
@harpermcintyre Gena sighed as she entered Mount Weather again. It's not been long since it has been cleared from the countless bodies of mountain men. So for the first time ever they let the remainders of the delinquents come with them. Since she was recently declared healed enough to go on small missions - but not actually fight yet - Harper was among them, though Gena couldn't imagine it was without protest. Which was why she intended to steer her in a certain direction. She heard art was a good way to cope and in any case it couldn't be too wrong to get those survivors not into direct contact of what they had been through.
"Harper!" Gena called out as soon as they walked in. She moved forward, linking her arm with the arm of the blonde girl, hoping to distract her with that as well. "I thought we could go take a look at the art they have. It would be a shame to let one of those... brutes throw away good stuff, wouldn't it?" Gena asked. She knew lots of the people on the art didn't exactly value what culture was lost. But she had a specific mission to preserve what could be preserved - that did include food. "What do you say? We go off and find something cultured together while they - do what they do?" Search for medicine and food actually and filters. Anything that could be salvaged or turn Mount Weather into a sustainable place again. It used to be self sustaining after all.
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Post by Gena Martin on Sept 15, 2016 15:39:50 GMT
Gena smiled. The girl was a sweet one. Like Monroe. Monroe seemed, to her, the one with the crazier ideas, but Harper was definitely a girl full of action as well. It was a good thing. She could charm people and didn't even seem to realize the aura she had. She was a sweet one. And she was the kind of sweet one that would ask others about their days, even though there was no logical way their days were as excting as her own. She was training to become a guard, a very essential part to their society. Gena on the other hand, well she could mix stuff together to make drinks and food. That was in no way as essential and important as was what Harper was doing. Still it was sweet of the girl to ask Gena of her day.
"It kind of only just started." Gena pointed out. Working late at night - open end sometimes - meant she had to stay awake until the early hours. Once or twice she had even seen the sun rise before she had been allowed to go to bed. Tonight might be one of those nights actually. It could become easily very busy. The weather wasn't exactly the kind of weather that encouraged people to go out and spend their energy that way, lot of people could and probably would come in looking for distractions and many drinks. That was why Gena had only gotten up a few hours ago. "Working the nights means you get to get up late and go to bed late. I once saw you guys start your training while I slouched back towards my bed. I'm a certified night owl."
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