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Post by Gena Martin on May 13, 2016 17:44:17 GMT
Bellamy. So this girl was really into Genas boyfriend. She obviously had no idea who she was talking to. Maybe it was not well known, she and Bellamy were private. They rather met alone, talked alone, stayed alone. They rather stayed in his room and just be together. She was just hoping she would not be into Kane, because the way she seemed, she was not sure that the girl would appreciate knowing she was currently talking to the very girl, who way with Bellamy, the girl who usually got to hug him after he returned from work, or who received his help to close up her work. Thinking about him alone made her ache for his arms around her.
“Oh I heard Bellamy does appreciate finer things. Just not those.” He appreciated history. He appreciated the past, greek legends and stories. He appreciated language. He appreciated a girl running her hands through his hair, gently massaging his scalp to make him feel better. He appreciated a simple smile given in thanks or a joke at the end of a hard day. He appreciated a lot of things. He might even appreciate tailoring, but Gena guessed he didn’t linger on it long, he couldn’t. It was because of his mother. She had been a seamstress. She had done it. Bellamy could do it himself, but it was full of bad memories, of course a stranger would not know about that and of course she could not tell the girl. “Kane is not my type at all. Besides, I have a boyfriend.” She hoped the girl would not ask who it was, because Gena would refuse to lie. “I understand why you like Bellamy. He’s hot. And good at fighting. He’s coming in here after his shifts often.”
Bambi Prim Hills
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Post by Gena Martin on May 1, 2016 15:09:28 GMT
Sure!!! What Clan does Aileen belong to? We should probably talk more via pm 
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Post by Gena Martin on Apr 9, 2016 21:35:30 GMT
In some ways this was unexpected and yet expected, too. When he was outside emotions ran high. Sometimes, or rather often, they came home with them. And their reunions were always on fire. The fact remained that she could loose him anytime he left, because of how protective and selfless he was. She loved him for it, but hated the fear it gave her. She loved, however, the passion that followed after. Gena held herself close, especially as he moved his lips. A moan escaped her when he started to kiss her cheek and neck respectively. Her hand went straight back to his hair, holding him as she let him kiss her like that. Damn this man knew exactly what he needed. And how to make her laugh into something as intimate as that: Asking about her day.
“You, Bellamy, are the worst!” She complained playfully. She did not actually think he was the worst, but damn he knew how to tease her. “Full of idiots and lacking the only idiot I wanted by my side. Or above me.” Damn it. She was lost to him. Maybe the passion was ignited by something that happened outside, but really, she couldn’t care less. She did care, but if he needed that, he should have that. Gena reached for her shirt and quickly lifted it over her head. She wanted to throw it off, but it remained stuck on a hand, again, she didn’t care. Instead she returned the hand to his head, once more pulling him to her for a kiss. As they kissed she let go. Shaking off the shirt, she reached for his belt, opening it, with a seductive smile.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Apr 9, 2016 17:20:16 GMT
The day seemed longer than it was. It was because of a certain someone not being home, but being out there. It wasn’t like she underestimated him. She knew he could take care of himself and protect himself and others. She also knew that Bellamy would protect others first. She admired that about him, she loved it. She felt secure with him and she would do anything to protect him, even if it was outside of her skillset, that didn’t matter to her, as it didn’t matter to him. She was just worried about his well being. That was why she was glad when she got to close the bar early. Aside from their resident alcohol heads, people went home early. Gena didn’t care to ask why. She was just glad she could return home.
Having the tablet on her legs, she sat at the table when the door opened, finally revealing Bellamy home. She barely had time to set the tablet down and get up, before he had taken the steps to her to kiss her. Genas arms immediately went around Bellamys neck, a hand gently massaging the back of his head, as usual. He was in one piece, it seemed. He walked. And he kissed her as usual. There was no wincing. Gena moaned gently into the kiss they shared. He seemed so enthusiastic about seeing her and really, it was similar. Holding onto the front of his shirt next, Gena stared up at Bellamy, smiling brightly. He was safe, that was all she wanted to see. And then, well him, for obvious reasons. “Someone is happy to see me.” She commented with a grin. And that someone was not just him, she was happy to see him as well. It worked both ways. She hated having him outside, not knowing if he would come back in one piece. Maybe that was why she then grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him back to her, to kiss him again. It was long, drawn out, tongue seeking access into his mouth as she held herself to him, desperate to know exactly, that he was okay.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Apr 8, 2016 12:18:10 GMT
“Right back at you.” Gena said. Raven was cute, no doubt about that. At least from what she could see. They didn’t know each other intimately, but aside from her drowning herself in substances, she seemed cute, intelligent and all around badass – the stories she heard helped along. With a grin, Gena heard Raven perk up at the mention of a treat that they so rarely had on the Ark. And even then, it was different down here. They could use other products down here, fresh eggs and the likes. Stuff like that was hard to come by. And then the chocolate. Thanks to Mount Weather all of that was part of Arkadias food resources now and it was a blessing. She still hated the mountain, though.
“Yep. Even better, I think. I mean this smells!” And it smelled so damn good. She had had a piece, too and it was just too good to be true, but it was true. And they could make more. There was seriously more where that came from. She couldn’t wait to try her it herself. She had seen so many recipes already and they looked great. And then there were the berries. She couldn’t wait to try berry cake either. Surprised Gena looked at her. “What makes you think there is a catch?” She asked Raven curiously. Did people regularly betray her? Well Gena was not one of them. “There is no catch. I just… I guess I just like to support people.” Maybe that’s why she became a cook and bartender. She wanted to help people. “I genuinely just want to make sure you’re okay. No catch, nothing.”
cherry1
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Post by Gena Martin on Apr 8, 2016 11:41:01 GMT
“It’s the least I can do.” Gena pointed out. They were her people. She was a Farm Station girl after all and it was only due to her mothers quick thinking and due to her mothers own sacrifice and good luck, that she had landed with Mecha and thus relatively unharmed. Under different circumstances she and her mother would have been with Pike and the others. And as such she would have been through the same trials and worries as the others, maybe she would even be dead right now. So helping with housing them was the least she could do.
“Okay, so Hannah Greene is obviously taken care of. She and her son can share his room for the time being. One or two people can move into my room for a while.” As she would simply live full time with her boyfriend over that time. They were basically in his room all the time anyway and people needed room. For the time being of them needing it, it was easy for Gena and Bell to agree to staying in his room, since others needed the room more than they could. “We have a room for roughly eight people, so we should have people, who in some way get along into that. Apart from that we have roughly ten rooms fit for two people, but with bedrolls, we could potentially get one more person in there until we expanded properly. You could have a room for yourself, if you want, Sir.”
jess
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Post by Gena Martin on Apr 3, 2016 9:54:23 GMT
Gena whimpered softly. It hurt, but how could it not. She was not used to pain the way others were. Her eyes welled up with tears, some streaming down her cheeks as she let Niylah do what she did. She didn’t know how long it would take, but she was otherwise doomed, so she let her go on without complaint aside from the whimpers, that she really could not hold back. Some of them were directed at what she told her about Polis. If they were doomed in Polis, she’d never see him again. But maybe this Clarke could stop it. She would protect Bellamy, right? She left him, but she would protect him from death. At least she hoped she would. She had to. There was no other way. “My friends...” She began, strained. “They’re going to Polis. We’ve been warned of an assassin going there for Lexas summit….” So she guessed she would never see them again. But at least she lived to tell the tale of Azgedas behavior. If anything she could try and expain.
“I know.” She whispered. This damn mountain was a curse, to all of them. “I’m just glad we got the wounded out.” But she guessed that was either part of why they attacked now or the Ice Nation just considered the potential deaths of those people, their people, as collateral damage and as such as something they could deal with. All the medicine was lost now. She really didn’t understand anymore how hostile they constantly were – and in contrast to this how nice and gentle Niylah was. It was confusing. But she couldn’t voice that, she knew she was nowhere near calm enough to voice something like that.
amber4
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Post by Gena Martin on Apr 1, 2016 22:51:12 GMT
Days blurred into each other, into an Odyssey to find her way back home. Mount Weather had become even worse for Gena in just one night. Stabbed and abducted, did he have to watch her friends be blown to bits and she didn’t even know what exactly was going on in Polis, so for all she knew her loved ones there could be dead, too. The thing was, she long lost orientation as she struggled, wounded and not cut out for the wilderness, to find her way home, unknowing of what was going on around her or how dangerous it could be to return to Arkadia. Gena knew had discovered that some caves held supplies in various ways, were it plants or even just leftovers. Some led to mines or bunkers.
This one, though, bathed in light from above, perfect for a fire, was different. It held a treasure of another kind, one she didn’t expect to ever see again. Gena still wore what she wore in Mount Weather, but torn, dirty, drenched in blood. None of it mattered anymore as she saw the man chained and alone. Bellamy. He was alive. They didn’t get him. He was alive.
“BELL!” It was a shout almost, but she had to. With more energy than she felt in days, she rushed forward, throwing her arms around him, ignoring the pain in her abdomen. She had lost hope, but the warmth, the moving body in her arms gave her hope instantly. She couldn’t be far from home now. And even if, they could get through this together, he knew what he was doing. “Why are you chained?”
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Post by Gena Martin on Apr 1, 2016 1:11:42 GMT
Bellamy was on the way. That was good, but the information of the ice nation. That didn’t sound good. He was one to worry, to overreact if people he loved got hurt. He would go full on wild board in greek myths on people if someone hurt his sister and a handful of other people. He’d do so much for their people. “You didn’t tell him what happened to me, right? Please tell me you didn’t tell him.” It wasn’t like she wanted people to lie to him, she just knew him. He could get so stupidly reckless and certainly stupidly heroic. Telling him was a bad idea, but how else would they know what clan this assassin was from?
“I’m not all that matters, Raven.” Gena pointed out. “But I get what you mean.” She really did. She didn’t have to worry. She shouldn’t worry. Someone else could, someone who had not just been stabbed in the abdomen multiple times. Arkadia had a lot of people like that. She should focus her energy on letting her body fix the damaged inflicted on it. Gena sighed. That would be such a hard task. She was good at worrying about her loved ones, did that constantly, especially after Bellamy came home injured. She just wanted to move into Ravens touch, sigh and be over with the day and world that day.
“I think I’m high.” Gena pointed out, drinking very slowly from the offered glass. “How much painkillers did they actually pump into me?” She didn’t actually want to know. “Can you… you’re not opposed to cuddling, are you? I want to cuddle.”
cherry1
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 31, 2016 20:11:10 GMT
Gena whimpered softly. It hurt, but she was grateful, so she tried to avoid to make any noises. But there was so much pain and unlike others, she didn’t have a big pain tolerance, on the contrary. She believed that her staying awake and that earlier was supported entirely on adrenaline, but since she could slow down since encountering this girl, Gena felt a bit more at peace and that was perhaps the problem. That was why she felt more pain now, maybe. And fear, so much fear, but not from her. She seemed trustworthy, but fear about Bellamy, about her friends, and fear of what this man did to her.
“Of course.” Gena answered. “I… I think I trust you.” Given what they all had been through it was a risk to trust a grounder, but there were gems in there – no pun intended. Lincoln was one of them. She respected him greatly, maybe she was another one. “He attacked the mountain. I was where the self destruct mechanism was. He attacked me from behind and stabbed me. We barely made it out of the mountain before it exploded. Everyone else is dead. Everyone of the Arkadia in the mountain is dead. And apparently there’s another assassin in Polis.”
amber4
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 27, 2016 23:57:06 GMT
Gena still couldn’t believe she agreed to this. She normally would be the one to cater for dates or make wedding cakes when the dating stage was well over with her friends and family or just customers. She was not exactly outgoing. She was a friend and sometimes, rarely, she got closer with someone, but it had to be baby steps. They had to be friends first. She needed to be able to trust people before she entrusted them with her heart. She didn’t want her heart to be broken after all. Raven was much more courageous than she could ever be and apparently she found someone she wanted to take out and she needed someone to make this double date complete.
Gena was wearing a tight red dress when she arrived, hair just fixed a bit. She didn’t care too much about her appearance, not expecting to actually have a real date herself. She just wanted to be cute for herself that night. And given how that dress barely covered her, she knew she could because Raven was there. Raven did not let anything happen to her friends and boys should be scared of her.
“Are you sure a double date is a good idea? There is no way this is going to lead to something for me. Or am I just the chaperone? Meant to stop you from jumping him?... or her? Not that my outfit works for that.”
Bellamy Blake cherry1
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 19, 2016 1:03:55 GMT
“Anything.” Gena whispered. He could read anything to her and she would be happy with it. It wasn’t really about the reading after all. It was about those glasses and about to put them to good use. As she lay there with him, all that mattered were them, the two of them and nobody else. Gena was happy to have this with him, the comfort of not having to name something, of not having to watch herself around him, because Bellamy wanted her and not some perfect glorified version of her. Gena moved her hand under his shirt, so she could place her hand on his trained upper body.
“I think it doesn’t matter what you read to me. You are so attractive to me, anything might probably not only be wonderful to me, but maybe even arousing.” Most likely even arousing, she thought. He sometimes had no idea what effect he could have on people, especially her. He could turn her into mush, make her incoherent. “Or maybe that is your plan?” She mused softly. It was teasing, but sometimes, she knew he did tease her like that, as did she. “You could… seduce me.”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 18, 2016 21:24:27 GMT
“I already know how to say it.” Gena pointed out. She had learned those basic words already. She didn’t know much, but that was enough. She knew some other basic words, too. It helped to be around those, who knew it a bit better than she did. She picked up on those things, sometimes from Bellamys sister, sometimes from Bellamy, sometimes from any source of kids learning in the language in the hangar where she worked most of the time. Her days were long enough to overhear several lessons. It was all about getting across to the people, that they would be okay to hand around for the time being.
“Ai laik Jana kom Trikru. Ai nou na bash you op.“ She added, declaring she meant no harm to Niylah and then in term Niylahs father, hoping that would get the message across, that she did know those things already. It was easier that way. And she could always keep quiet, pretend she had seen too much or be too weak to speak. She feared she would actually be that for quite some time. She just wanted to go home, really, to see Bellamy, make sure he was safe from the plot that she had fallen victim to, too. “I know a bit of Trigedasleng. A man lives in Arkadia, he’s originally Trikru. He taught some of our people.” And from there they taught each other. “Did he do a lot of damage?”
amber4
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 18, 2016 17:27:04 GMT
Fine. Gena knew that one word or even just a gesture and smile could mean the world to someone. For her this was something huge. The girl was willing to drink so much and now she just said fine, apparently willing to try Genas approach. She would make it worth her while. At least she hoped she could. If she only could make the girl see that there were different ways that would be enough for her already. “I am pretty sure you’re wrong.” Gena replied with a wink. She was actually a bit crap at her job if she made people leave the alcohol, but she wanted her customers to be okay. Gena turned to rummage in the cooler. She pulled a cake out.
“Chocolate cake.” She announced. “The chocolate releases endorphins. It was a known way to lift ones spirits before the apocalypse.” And Mount Weather had it. On top of it they had the plants that would allow for more of that to be make and raised. It was well needed. “On top of that, I am a good listener and I know a few tricks against pain, for example a massage in certain areas. But I can assure you that sweets, talk and a distraction will do wonders, too. They won’t kick you away as hard as the drink does, but they don’t cause a hangover.”
cherry1
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 12, 2016 17:17:57 GMT
He stopped her. Gena had half expected him to do that, half for him to remain confused. It was painful and obvious to her, but he was convinced what he was doing was right. She didn’t want to tell him what was going on, she wanted him to see it himself, to choose his path for himself and not because of someone else, but he wanted her to talk to him. He could have that, but she knew it wasn’t a good thing, it wasn’t nice. It was how she felt, but at the same time it was disappointing. “She left you.” Gena pointed out. She moved her arm out of his hold, didn’t turn around to him yet. She couldn’t face him. “Monty, Miller, Octavia… so many people were there for you, tried to be there for you when she left, to help you to deal while she was off wherever she was, not helping you deal. You did this for her and she left you. And now…" Gena shrugged.
Now she turned around to look at her boyfriend, to look into his eyes as he stood there, wanting her to talk. And it was hard, she was bitter, pissed, hurt and scared, emotional in ways she didn’t want to be and granted, she was jealous, but it ran deeper than just one of those emotions, which was why she tried, hard not to go beyond what she had said earlier. “You’re leaving now. Arkadia is in uproar, people are afraid, they’re mourning, they’re scared. I’m scared. I’m dealing with the death of people I knew. I don’t know what’s the right way. You’re leaving. For her. How is that supposed to make me feel, Bellamy? I asked you to stay. But you’re leaving for her. She left you when you asked her to stay. She's just going to hurt you again.”
Bellamy Blake
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