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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 12, 2016 14:35:22 GMT
“I was worried for a second, too.” Gena admitted. Well she was still worried. Wounds like those, they were not easy to heal, she knew that. She was aware that it would take a long time to heal. She would probably be out of it for weeks, which was a time she could not afford. But better she was injured than everyone dead. That was a relatively good outcome. Though there could have been a better one. Raven didn’t lose a friend or those people here. She could be proud. No more weight was put on her friends mind. They were okay. They would be okay. At least she hoped so. So much was happening.
“Do you think it was a trap?” That they tried to get their most capable warriors away from Mount Weather to attack them? And then in Polis… had they contacted their people in Polis yet? Did they know there was an assassin here as well? What was going on there? “Did you check in with Pike and the others?” She asked, partially clearly worried about the two Blakes that went with them, more so than Pike, naturally. She wanted to know that everyone was okay. She wanted out of here, most importantly. “Have we contacted Arkadia? They need to know about the attack.”
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 11, 2016 18:00:13 GMT
"So your friends with my brother?" Right to the core of this, apparently. Gena couldn’t help a fond smile appearing on her face. It was in part due to how amazing she found that the two siblings were so fiercely protective of each other. Siblings were so rare on the Ark, they were the only sibling couple Gena knew and their relationship was precious. Anyone with eyes could see how much they cared about each other. They loved each other and would do everything for each other. Including feeling out the others friends, as it seemed. She found it adorable. “Yes, I’d say that.” Since she never asked Bellamy to define it, it was actually hard for her to define it, too. She didn’t want to assume anything.
“We met at my work.” She guessed Octavia would want to know more about her or them, how they met and bonded. Speaking about this was not easy, though. She knew the story of how they met would probably evoke bad memories in Octavia, too, so she tried to work around it, by not mentioning what had hurt Bellamy so much back then. “He was tasked with cleaning up in the canteen in Factory. I stayed behind washing dishes. We started talking and hanging out.” Way longer than they were actually working. Those were their nights, finding comfort in the other at least for a bit and for silly moments.
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 11, 2016 16:24:22 GMT
“I’m sure the guards will appreciate it. What are the updates?” Gena asked, actually curious. She was interested in the guards for multiple reasons, the main one naturally being her boyfriend and then there were their friends, friends they shared, people she cared about and she was scared of losing them. Any upgrade on the guards uniform making it safer would be greatly appreciated by many people. Gina got curious there. Despite her doing something for the community she seemed so pissed, annoyed and well as a bartender and cook, she offered an understanding ear most of the time. That changed the moment she mentioned a Mr. Curls Locks. That could be a few people, but for Gena one made more sense than others. And the hint towards other girls. She knew he was popular with girls, she also knew so far she had nothing to worry about – or did she?
“Who’s Mr Curly Locks? Kane?” Probably not. While Kanes hair was almost as great as Bellamys, curly locks fit more to her boyfriend. And to have him paired with multiple girls in a sentence might make sense or not and so she was even more curious. She knew he had had casual flings before they reconnected and she had no doubt about his intentions to stay faithful. His mother raised him right, but there was just something… that felt slightly less good about all of this. “Do I know him and the girls in question?” She tried to speak casually, hoping that would give her access to the hopefully harmless gossip, but the Ark and Arkadia were complicated places. With an important friend of Bellamys gone and people healing from Mount Weather, she was not surprised how things got slightly crazy here.
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 11, 2016 15:42:35 GMT
He was silent, quiet about this all, but his eyes, oh how they spoke volumes. Sometimes she wondered if he realized how expressive they were, of how much they could speak when he remained silent. He kissed her, while his eyes, his eyes all but sang. Gena knew that he might not be ready to say it back that was not the point of it all, though. She wanted to make sure that he knew he didn’t have to say it back, but his eyes. The way he looked at her, so full of emotion, devotion and love, it was as good as him saying it. And that was only highlighted by him wearing those glasses. Even him closing his eyes in the kiss, it spoke volumes. As they parted, Gena did what she usually did to calm him: Run her hands through his hair, gently massage his skull.
And then he said it. He didn’t use the word love, but she didn’t expect it. What he said expressed everything and more. He loved her, too. He hadn’t said those words, but expressed them in more than one way. They loved each other. It really was this serious, but how could it not be? Bellamy was a genuine person, guarded, too. So when he devoted himself to someone, it was real. It was meant to last at least for quite a while. As he kissed her again, Gena applied soft pressure to his chest, gently making him lie down on their bed. Gena climbed off of him, wrapping herself around him so her head was on his shoulder. “You know what you should do? Read to your girlfriend with those hot glasses!”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 11, 2016 12:45:41 GMT
It was easier said than done, when her capabilities were kind of aimed more for defense. Still she tried to strike out, stopping before she even got close to hurting him. That was another problem: She was a kind woman. She liked people, liked her friends. She didn’t want to harm Bellamys or her friends. This was training, but she had never trained with Miller before. She had to kind of feel him out at first, to know what to expect of him and how far she could go with him. She didn’t want to hurt anyone, not even those who attacked her. Gena got lucky more than once so far, but that was an entirely different thing. She learned it.
“He didn’t teach me much.” Gena pointed out. “He’s a busy man.” Part of it was certainly to keep his mind away from what he experienced and Gena meant to encourage it. He needed the distraction to focus sometimes. She offered an open and neutral ear to listen to him as well and he did open up to her. “I learned from a former guard on the Ark. Bell showed me a few tricks, like pushing an attackers nose up, those sensible areas.” Not many, she learned a lot from her trainer, too, but Bell always dropped a few hints. “And he taught me how to use a gun.” Not that she was good at it, but she agreed, she had to know. She was going on supply runs, she had to know how to defend herself should it come to an attack.
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 11, 2016 2:52:23 GMT
The irony of it. While he preached that they had to stay, he didn’t. He would go out for Clarke again, to warn her or whatever he was going to tell her. Had they not seen the bodies of the army that the men, nine men, left behind? She should know what was going on. It was obvious, minus maybe what Pike was thinking, but what could she change outside? He had said it so often, this woman belonged into the camp, then why was she not here? Why did he not go and bring her back? Why did it sound and feel so damn hard, like a punch in the gut? He was leaving again. He was leaving her behind when basically everything felt like it collapsed around her. For this woman, for whom he risked his life before. He could die out there. With pissed Grounders she was pretty sure the chances of him dying were higher than his survival.
Gena let herself drop to the floor. She was frustrated and pissed. She was annoyed for the fact that he was leaving again. For her. Everything was falling apart. Arkadia was, this was, at least all of it felt like it. People she knew died. They were on the brink of another war, nobody seemed to be doing about justice for the dead and he was leaving again. It felt like Arkadia and everything she cared about was burning to the ground right now. “Of course you’re going back to your blonde princess.” She whispered bitterly. Because informing her of something that was probably clear to her already was useless in her eyes. She had to come back sooner or later or there was no way back for her and maybe not for him. She couldn’t choose the Grounders over them in a time like this, but it looked like she did. Gena slowly pushed herself up. “I should get back to work.” Though she didn’t have work necessarily, at least not officially.
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 11, 2016 1:57:40 GMT
Gena was shaking like a leaf as the woman sat her down. She looked at her wounds, cut her clothing away. She was trying to take care of her and apparently prepared to do so for a bit. Gena was impressed, but she had to disappoint her: “I can’t say that.” Gena protested. There was no way she could say that, not now. Her explanation was solid. She needed to say this for her father, but how was he going to believe that? Gena was no Trikru. They would hear it. There was no way she could fake it, even just by her name. It would probably not sound like a trikru name. It wouldn’t work. A lot hasn’t worked before and while she was grateful for the help, it was too risky, wasn’t it? “I can’t say kom Trikru. My Trigedasleng barely exists. I can say Mochof and well my name.” But that was it, sadly. She never had the time or necessity to learn it, which was the problem in it.
“Isn’t there any clan or … something that could make me get away with not talking?” Not talking was the way she could get away with it. She didn’t want her savior to get into trouble and she was already doing so much. She was saving her life, Gena was so sure she was saving her life. “They…” She didn’t want to speak of it, but she guessed the girl deserved the truth of everything. “They blew up the Mountain. Everyone is gone. They blew up Mount Weather and… took me, while my people are in … what is your capital called again? They’re there, trying to stop a coup.” What if something happened in Polis, too? She didn’t want to imagine this. “Thank you.”
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 11, 2016 1:13:13 GMT
Gena had not noticed how he held something until he pulled it up. She stared at the beautifully crafted rose. "Th...Thank you." The thing alone floored her. He made her something, because that looked like something someone put a lot of thought and effort into. Roses were not available here. But they knew, well a few kids knew, that back on the earth roses were a nice gesture on a date. Given how roses were unavailable this gesture was huge! He had actually made her a rose. Gena took the rose, feeling so very touched. It just solidified what she thought: he was the right guy, the right guy to trust and to do this with. He was wonderful. Gena leaned forward to kiss him. Then she reached for his hand.
“Nope, actually no.” She grinned. “The food all but cooks itself.” Gena moved to the table and sat down. She placed the rose in the middle of it, looking at it once more. It was perhaps the best gift someone had ever gotten her. She loved it. Gena still felt nervous, though. She thought they needed to talk about this first. But maybe it was too much? She didn’t know. She just had to wing it, really. “So… uhm, I was thinking we should talk a bit. Like… I’d be open to … go further, Bell.” And that barely worked, it seemed. It was new to her after all, the entire idea or… being intimate with someone, but she could imagine no better partner for this than Bellamy.
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 6, 2016 0:04:48 GMT
Gena, as a girl from Farm Station originally, was tasked with others to help find and prepare places for the farm station people. She had personally made sure that every room at least held enough bedrolls for two, if not even a bed. There were blankets in every room she prepared, but she feared there were not enough rooms to begin with. She held a tablet with the respective files on it as she approached their apparent leader, Charles Pike, someone she had seen around Farm station of course, and around factory, where she worked. Gena smiled at him. He had helped get Bellamy back in one piece and for that alone she owed him a thanks.
“Mister Pike, Sir.” Gena announced herself as she approached him, holding out her hand to shake his. “I’m Gena. I’m going to show you and your people to the quarters we’ve set aside for you.” She smiled at all of them, but specifically Pike. She’d probably pull him aside with time. “We have a slight problem. There are not enough rooms to house each of you in their own rooms at this time. We will be expanding Arkadia, as we kept on doing over time, but for the time being you will have to bunk with others. As I have not much of an idea who’s getting along with whom, I might need a little help with that.”
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 5, 2016 18:32:33 GMT
He the lucky one? She doubted it. He deserved someone to love him. He was a person, who gave so much love, who protected and loved people. He would give his life for those he love, no she was the lucky one. She was perhaps nurturing and loving, but she couldn’t fight for people. She couldn’t protect people. She was no hero, she was a caretaker, maybe, but so was he. In that case they were both the same, but so very different. Gena leaned against him as much as she could, still staring at his beautiful glassed face.
Save for a few people, whom she didn’t particularly trust at all.
Gena lost herself in his beautiful eyes, in the closeness between the two of them. She loved him. She really just loved him. And as she thought that, she didn’t even notice that she said it. “I love you, Bellamy.” As she realized that, she hoped he would not take it badly, hoped he would not think he had to say it back, because he didn’t have to. She just loved him, but she was aware that feelings developed differently in people. And so, to make him more comfortable, she smiled and kissed him, before repeating what she said, hopefully as warmly and openly as possible: “I love you.” It felt kind of liberating to have finally said it.
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 4, 2016 16:49:56 GMT
Gena carried the a plate and a drink to a table. The girl, like many others, had opted to eat in the hangar instead of outside or just in their rooms or buildings. Gena knew that some of them were just looking for company. Many, like her, had lost their family. She was lucky to have reconnected with her best friend and to have found not only a friend, but a lover and family in him. Bellamy had so quickly moved up from best friend to her only family and it felt so natural, so beautiful to her. Even though she had lost her mother, she was not alone. Gena placed the food in front of her client. She was working on something, it seemed, so she carefully placed the plate next on her.
“There you go. We ran out of the roots, but you have some fried nuts with your meat. And a good drink.” Personally mixed by Gena. She looked at the thing on the table, but couldn’t for a moment imagine what it was, though it looked familiar. Given that this girl was the last to order and the last to be served, Gena could afford to linger a bit until more people needed something and they knew to find her in the room and approach her. “What are you working on?” She asked her curiously.
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 4, 2016 2:52:03 GMT
Commander of death. How long until commander of death was too risky to have around for Lexa? How long until she betrayed Clarke about this? This was in a huge party why Bellamy had stayed in Polis, she knew. To protect his blonde princess, who was in danger in Polis. And she would continue to be as long as this Lexa was around. She left a surely won fight and Bellamy knew it. He had pointed it out for three months, Gena didn’t believe for a moment he truly believed. He knew that Lexa would probably end this wanheda the moment she was no longer useful. Wasn’t that a recurring theme?
Gena looked at him as he said he understood. Maybe he did, but he was still in Polis and she was here, actually dealing with this, being a Farm station girl and being expected to fully side with Pike even though she could not go full on with his methods, his ideas were not wrong. They just got them to the brink of a war with twelve grounder clans – again. Gena still remembered the tense last time after the massacre in a village. This was even worse, it was huge and unprovoked, but why was this damn army even there? Gena started to pace around the room, clearly troubled by all those thoughts and ideas.
“Of course they will retaliate. Nine people killed three hundred soldiers. How could they not?” How could they to begin with. The odds were in Arkadias favor by now and still, why did death always follow by more death. They were always at war. Even if Bellamy and Gena were in the same place, right now they had no future. They would be lucky to survive this, the future was on hold for now. And then there was Clarke. Gena wrapped her arms around herself as she continued to pace. “This is not going to end well, Bellamy. And right now Arkadia is unsave for anyone.” Maybe he should go. If Clarke was safe in Lexas company still, then maybe he was, too. Maybe he should go. It was safer for him. And yet while she knew it was safer, she couldn’t stand it anymore. She didn’t want him to go back. “Please don’t go back.” It was a mere whisper.
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 4, 2016 1:58:10 GMT
Gena had all but forgotten about the other exit of the mountain, but she was rudely reminded as she was dragged out of there, bleeding from the wound the Grounder had inflicted. The second one dragged her away just as the mountain blew up. Gena cried out. People were in there!! Her friends! She tried to get away, but the Grounder held her tightly. He held her until he had her hands safely enough to tie them. Eventually he placed a bag over her head. Gena lost track of time. She couldn’t understand his weird language, nor did she want to, because it sounded aggressive and mean. And given the Grounders track record, she didn’t think he was up to any good. As he dragged Gena along, she was bleeding. By this rate she didn’t think she’d survive this, but did she want to? There were so many people in the mountain. And Bellamy ran to a trap as well, what if he was dead already, too?
They came to a place. Gena only knew it was a place by the difference in sound. She heard a woman talk, in English. Who was this? Her question was answered as she pulled the bag from her head. Her smile was nice, but given the context of what the Grounder said in her language next, him calling her a suitable slave, she couldn’t trust that smile just like that. What if the woman just smiled at a potential new possession? Gena couldn’t help a whimper. She was far from a fighter. She didn’t know if she could deal with this or how and she was scared. The bartender barely managed to hold back tears of fear at their conversation. Dead within days. Apparently she was just a bargain to them, of no worth as she was injured. And so her friends were of no worth, wasn’t it like that?
Gena was still fighting tears as she watched in half surprise and half horror as the girl cut the guys throat. What was going on? She managed a surprised gasp. The woman pulled her away from the still struggling man as if to protect her. Was that it? Did she want to … not buy her? Did she want to protect her? Was this one of those kind grounders? She didn’t have much of a choice as she was injured and tied up. “Gena… my name is Gena. What is this place?”
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Post by Gena Martin on Mar 1, 2016 16:04:36 GMT
Gena let him guide her to the bed with him. Given how she was overwhelmed she was with him, it was easy to let him sit and maneuver her to sit on his lap. She stared at him, for a moment too overwhelmed to do anything but stare at her boyfriend. Slowly the wheels in her head turned, providing her with the necessary information of where up and down were, where she was sitting. It felt a lot better when she didn’t feel like she was actually about to fall over. Not falling over way quite the cool thing. Sitting here with her boyfriend was even better. “Much better.” Gena whispered against him, quite happy to be there. She leaned forward to gently kiss her boyfriend again.
“You’re a flatterer, Bellamy Blake.” But usually actually limited to those he loved, to those girls he cared about. And often he just saw the best in people. He saw the best in those girls Harper and Monroe, choosing to ignore their weaknesses and flaws. Same for Lincoln. Having him as a friend was quite the powerful ally to have. Gena ran her hand through his hair as she usually did. “How did I get so lucky, Bell?” She asked him. It might come off as a tease, but she meant this honestly. How did she get so lucky to be his girlfriend now, to all but live with them. “How do I deserve such a great boyfriend as you are?” Because she was just a simple grunt and he was a hero.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 29, 2016 10:20:49 GMT
Accident in Mount Weather. Now that explained a lot. Not only why he hid it, but why he didn’t want to talk about it. The mountain was a sore topic for him and in turn it was a place Gena deeply hated. This place was so negative for Bellamy, had him almost break down more than once, so she hated that place and the ghosts that haunted it, ghosts even she felt when having to go on a supply run there. Distracted, him? She wondered by what, but given how he closed the distance between them to stand directly in front of her once more with those infuriatingly sexy glasses and this stupid body of his and damn. He was just all around too much for her. Too good. This time she could hold back the squeak, though, which was perfect. She would probably not survive another pathetic little squeak and the embarrassment that followed it. But this man was just good at getting reactions out of her. Apparently she was distracting him, when he was all but disabling her ability to think straight completely. He had done so before, but this was new.
“Because” Gena began before he kissed her again. He continued to kiss down her cheek, her jaw, her neck. Oh boy. She was already overwhelmed by his appearance and this was just too much. Gena grabbed a hold of his shirt, aware that she needed to cling to something, anything in order to ground herself. He was completely overwhelming her already and her legs apparently knew that very well, with them turning into jelly. “Because” She tried to continue. “I want to keep looking at my extremely hot boyfriend.” She pointed out. That was the major issue here. “And because I think I’m going to fall over.” Or faint. Something in between there. But fall over was definitely the next thing. She was just glad she could cling to him like that. Then again nothing she said was actually anything against intimacy with him, far from it. She loved it. She was just currently a bit of a flailing mass that would fall over any second. “Hold me, Bell, please.”
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