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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 28, 2016 23:25:23 GMT
He needed glasses for reading. HOW had she not noticed it before? Maybe because they rarely had time to just sit and read and if they had time they often talked or even just rested together in a place. She hadn’t even realized that up until now. They had talked about what they read. She had read to him once, but he had never seen him read extensive texts, so she had never noticed the glasses and he probably hid them well. Wow. Impressive. That was damn impressive. But it was a shame. They looked good on him. While she understood that it might be seen as weakness and that he might not want to carry it out, but hell in here it was no weakness of his. It was her weakness. Damn.
“Tell me about them.” She whispered. And really she didn’t really want to know all about it. She just wanted to watch him talk with those damn glasses on him. THIS was what they were doing to her. But a small part of her actually wanted to know why he needed them now. He didn’t need them on the Ark, she remembered. Now he did. So something must have happened, right? Probably nothing good. Finally Gena managed to move, to look away from him. She left his warm embrace to get out of her boots and change into her own comfortable clothing to get comfortable with Bellamy together. Gena didn’t even manage to tear her eyes away from him while she pulled her pants down, or while changing her shirt.
“You’re distracting!” She complained. On top of it his hair was completely messy, probably from lounging in the bed. It was not good for her at all. “It’s not fair!! How… You’re unfairly hot like that! More than usual and you're usually... UGH!” And at that she pouted, after throwing her hands in the air to signal defeat, because really, she was at a loss. He was unfairly hot with his glasses on and she was aware she was giving him a lot of stuff to use against her. Damn, but damn hot.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 28, 2016 20:45:21 GMT
THIS CUTIE HAS JOINED THE 100 CLUB!!!
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 28, 2016 20:27:51 GMT
Gena was close to just hitting her palm against her forehead in frustration. She could see him. He was not okay. From her position he was nowhere near being healthy. He was sick, but he denied it. And if he denied it, she couldn’t give him the proper care he would need. Stupid idiot! And his body betrayed him royally by making him cough again. Somehow Gena thought that if she just pushed him backwards a bit, he might actually collapse back into back, just by looking at him. Which was on one hand cute, on the other worrisome. He really was getting sick. Gena sat down next to him. She reached for his neck, making it feel like she was just massaging his neck like she tended to do, but really she was feeling for his temperature there. It became obvious when she placed her hand on his forehead and cheek. That was definitely not his natural body temperature. It was elevated. He at least had high temperature, probably a fever.
And still stood up. This damn idiot. Gena got up to follow him and hopefully catch him should he fall over, because he looked less than steady on his legs. It was such a shame really, how a simple sickness could make him this unsteady… and so stupid and stubborn, not that she didn’t know that before. Once he had managed his task, Gena gently wrapped her arms around him to hold him. “You have a fever, Bellamy. You’re coughing. You’re not steady on your legs. And you have the day off.” She whispered. “Please, go to bed. Lay down and rest. Let me take care of you. That way you will get better sooner.” Moving around him she looked into his eyes. “Please, I worry about you, Bell. And I know you would do the same for me, so please listen to me. Lay down and allow your body to heal.”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 28, 2016 18:51:55 GMT
“She listens to Clarke?” Now that sounded a bit far fetched. Maybe it looked like it, but would she still listen if Clarkes opinion were fully against her own. “She hadn’t listened to her in front of the mountain, when she left her and you and your friends to die. What makes her listen now?” It was something the others mentioned over and over again and it stuck, even with her. This woman, this commander had left them to die and as soon as they were probably useful to her, she wanted them to bow to her. But people here were sick of that already. And it pulled her with them. She didn’t want war. She didn’t want more death, but she was sick of the grounders getting to toy with them as well and since her boyfriend was literally in harms way, she was even more aware of what they could do. They could figuratively
“I don’t think Pike is done yet. He has more planned.” Gena replied. She knew he only honest, but it hurt to listen to it. It hurt to see how he spoke about her safety and to know he would probably go back to Clarke, without her. She might get caught in all of this, while she never even picked up a weapon or engaged in any violence. It was too late for that. The Grounder were dead. If they would retaliate or not, it was no longer in their power. “His ideas are not bad, though. Apart from killing this army, maybe. Nine people, Bellamy. Nine people killed three hundred.” She admitted. “He just wants to secure the future for people here." But if it was a good idea or not, she did not know. She just knew that she was confused and hurt and she didn’t know what to make of all of this, especially not of the fact that she could ask him to stay but at the same time couldn’t because she loved him too much to hold him back. She was pathetic when it came to this.
“Pike will probably make you chose.” Gena pointed out. She didn’t even know what else to say. Pike would make him do what she couldn’t. “What do you plan on doing? Do you have an idea?”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 28, 2016 18:22:47 GMT
Gena didn’t expect him to stand so close, but even less for him to take his classes off and toss them away and even less for that to be this hot as well. Damn. She couldn’t hold back another squeak, a more silent one, though at the same time she wanted to whimper, because damn those glasses were so hot on him. It had to be the combination between her undeniably super hot boyfriend and the glasses. Gena was more than aware of other girls throwing him glances, but for some reason this man, this perfect man, had decided to be with her. And he just gained a bit of perfection in her eyes. The blushing woman bit her lower lip as he explained he didn’t wear them often. She had noticed that, otherwise she would have seen him in them before, but for some reason he kept them a secret. Why, she had no idea. He could have had every girl he wanted if he wore them and those tight dark clothes and. DAMN why was he so hot? Why did he basically turn her head off right now?
When he wrapped his arms around her she all but snuggled closer, breathing in his familiar scent. Placing her head on his shoulder, she sighed softly, still biting her lower lip a bit as he teased her about her squeak. “I didn’t know either.” She admitted truthfully. That was the first time she had heard herself make those sounds. Twice now, all thanks to him and his glasses. Still in his embrace, she reached out and fished the glasses back from the table. Pulling back just a little, enough to give her room to move her arms, she carefully and as gentle as possible slid the glasses back onto his head. Gena took a moment to take in the sight, admiring him probably very obviously, but he looked way too handsome with those glasses. “You should wear them more often.”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 28, 2016 17:26:15 GMT
It was a long day. Apparently all of Arkadia was in on some huge scheme of delaying her. Finally, after what felt like the most exhausting day, she managed to clean up and leave. Some people tried to stop her, but she just referred them to the ones still on duty. It was one, but hell it was their jobs right now, not Genas. She had a place to be. It had fallen into a nice routine. Whenever they both had the nights off, they either met in the bar while she was cleaning up or back at his apartment, but given how she hasn’t seen her own in roughly 10 days, it was all but their apartment now, they just haven’t clarified it yet. They might have to, eventually. Arkadia would only grow. But maybe they would expand with it. Only time could tell.
Gena was carrying a bag when she entered. She placed it next to the door, as she usually did – it was a bit of a designated place now. It made sense, too. So before she took anything in, she placed the bag in its place and then walked further inside to see where her boyfriend was. Tonight finding him was a sight she was not prepared for at all! It was not a bad sight, quite on the contrary. She knew Bellamy could look ridiculously hot in his comfortable clothing. She had somewhat gotten used to it. But tonight he did not only wear those comfortable clothes, he also wore something she had never seen on him: Glasses.
Never before did Gena consider glasses hot, but on her boyfriend. Damn they did things to her. They had her a confused and overwhelmed mess in seconds. Gena let out a squeak close to an animal and as soon as she realized that, she felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she was blushing. Damn she just squeaked at seeing her boyfriend. This was more than embarrassing. Reacting without logical thought registering in her head, Gena turned around and left the apartment again. Leaning against the door for a moment, she tried to concentrate on her breathing, counting down: “Three – Two – One.” Before she could go back inside, now braced to see him with glasses again. Still blushing she looked to the floor, a bit embarrassed still. “Hey… uhm sorry about that. You totally caught me off guard with those… glasses.”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 28, 2016 15:54:19 GMT
Her eyes were closed as everything came to a halt. For a second there was nothing. There were no feeling, no noises, nothing. And then hectic noises were heard. People shuffled around and slowly Gena opened her eyes. She looked around. People were getting up, looking around, bowing down to loved ones, helping them up. Gena herself slowly got up, finding her limbs a bit shaking, a bit weak, but she could still move. It took her a bit to maneuver through the people, towards the door. It took a bit longer until those there were let out. She was somewhere in the middle.
Bright light streamed through the opening door. It was so different from the light she was used to. It held more color, it held warmth, it was almost blinding. Blinking against it, her eyes took a while to adjust and finally, finally she could move forward. The ground underneath her feet when she stepped out was soft, almost bouncy. It was entirely unfamiliar for her. Ground. Dirt. The first time she felt it. And then there were those small little plants, grass.
To Genas surprise two other sensations were much more prominent to her: The silence. Gena only noticed now, how the low hum of machines, of the life support system was a constant undertone now that it was gone. There was nothing, no hum of machines, just people talking and to her surprise birds. There were birds and silence. It was peaceful, wonderful. The second was the smell. Compared to the Ark, this air was rich of scents, smells, odors she couldn’t even place. It was wonderful, amazing. It was bright, beautiful and entirely too much. Before she even noticed what was going on, her knees had given in and she sank to the ground, the soft earth softening her fall. Gena dug her hands into the earth, feeling it, allowing herself to feel. Now this, this was what hope felt, sounded and smelled like.
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 28, 2016 14:55:34 GMT
Movement was something she was not used to, but it was not a movement that jostled her awake immediately. It slowly, gently eased her from sleep to wakefulness. Gena only slowly opened her eyes as Bellamy moved from under her to sit up. She was still half asleep, so she didn’t move, just watched him move and then stop. That alone gave her a moment to stop and think. What could have caused that? What happened next explained it all. He coughed, badly. It almost sounded like he could not even breathe anymore. That was bad. That was really bad. He was sick. He had gotten sick. It was to no surprise given how cold it was outside, how he had given her his jacket and he worked mostly outside, guarding the wall. It was a good thing that they could stay inside this day. He could use rest.
Gena sat up. She took one of the blankets and put it around his shoulder, before leaning forward to gently kiss his cheek. It was coldish outside of the blankets, but he needed her now, or so she thought. Gena got up, while pressing her hand on his shoulder to make him understand to wait there. Then she went, once more, to put water on the heater before bringing him a glass of cold water. That alone should help with the dry throat for a bit. She’d probably go and ask medical later, but for now he needed to know she got this all under control and that he damn well should not pretend he was okay. He was far from being okay. “I knew you’d get sick.” She whispered as she handed him the water. “How are you feeling? How bad is it?” She needed him to be honest, that way she could deal with it the best way. “Sit back, Bellamy. You just had to find a reason to be spoiled, didn’t you? You couldn’t just… allow yourself to be spoiled, just because I could? Stupidly selfless man:”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 28, 2016 14:48:03 GMT
Here's a little place for us to discuss what the cast is up to, like in the breaks. Let me start by showing you Bob Morley get his MOOOOVES on
LINK TO VID
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 28, 2016 13:34:33 GMT
Gena knew he would be sorry for those lives lost. She knew him. She knew he was compassionate and often took lives lost as his fault. It wasn’t. There was nothing he could have done and yet he still felt the pain and mourning at losing those people, she knew as much. He was just the kind of guy who didn’t want to lose people, who didn’t see them as numbers or pawns in a game, but each as an individual, someone precious lost for good. She looked at him, his position not lost to her. He wanted to be on equal grounds with people he cared about, probably something he had started with Octavia when she was little. It was adorable and almost quelled her fears and pain, just because she got to observe his care again, but it didn’t work.
While he was obviously physically fine, she hear his words and felt herself buzz. It was a weird feeling, burning, but painfully and at the same time it turned her numb, made her deflate and lose hope. He couldn’t bring this girl here? Why? Were they the enemy now? How was coming home more dangerous for her than staying with the enemy? They slaughtered 300 of their people, but it was safer to leave her there? And he was there to protect her, as guard to her in a way. So he wouldn’t stay. He would return to her. Gena couldn’t keep him here. She wanted to be chosen over the other girl, but she knew he felt the need to protect Clarke. She wanted to ask him what it meant, if it meant he would stay, but she couldn’t ask that of him. He couldn’t keep him against his will.
“How is it safer for Clarke to stay with the enemy? Our people took the lives of 300 men and the Grounders entire culture is based on this idea of revenge. Here would have been safer for her. We’re her people. And they… they betrayed us. Over and over again, you know it. How is she safe there?” She wasn’t, just like he wasn’t, but at least he knew how to take care of himself, the girl… well she didn’t know her, all she knew was that apparently she trusted the one person who betrayed her, again and again. “Or is it because they will retaliate and this place will be wiped out?” They all faced death here, a ware that would cause collateral damage.
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 28, 2016 12:58:33 GMT
“I would know a few reasons.” One to keep those kids in check. She knew only a few of them were in strict isolation, others could interact. Interaction could bring conflict, which was easily counteracted by giving them something to do, like studying. While a lot were floated in the end, some kids won their review and it surely would have been easier to reintegrate them would they be up to date with school work. But she was just a grunt. It was never her choice, not could she do anything against or for it. She could relate to Miller saying school wasn’t his thing. It wasn’t hers either, though here he was going towards becoming a guard, something he would have needed education for, while she was just a simple grunt, something she didn’t need education for.
Gena, stretched and ready moved towards Miller, nervous, since he was not only undoubtedly physically stronger, but probably a lot better at this than she could be. She stood no chance in a normal fight, just like she stood no chance against Bellamy, even though he let her hace the upper hand once in a while. Gena got into a protective stance, like Bellamy had shown her, not her trainer on the Ark, as he knew she would not be in one should she get attacked in the canteen in factory. Gena waited, stared at him, a bit nervous, but she somehow knew he’d not aim to actually hurt her.
@miller
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 27, 2016 1:17:05 GMT
Gena truly didn’t know what to expect from Bellamy. Everything in Arkadia was tense and he was with her and he had walked passed her. He could have just continued to ignore her, but he acknowledged her. More so. He sat down next to her and kissed her, longer than she expected him. It was sweet, almost as if nothing happened and from his perspective it might be nothing. Maybe she was thinking too far ahead of herself or lost herself in this tense situation. She was confused at the kiss, at how casually he seemed with her and then even more so when he was taking his jacket off. What was that meaning. Could this possibly mean he would stay for a bit? At least for a long enough time to take off the jacket and get comfortable? Was he here because of what Pike and the others have done out there? She could not imagine him leaving his post without good reason. And yet at the same time she loved how natural it was to sit on the bed and watch him hang up his jacket when he came home. It was just two days, but it already hurt so much. Everything hurt so much.
“I think you can guess the answer to that.” Gena replied. Him asking that, it made her think that he suspected already, that she was not fully okay. Gena pulled her feet up. She wore no shoes after all. She pulled the blanket around herself and stared at her boyfriend, who had looked right through her just earlier, probably preoccupied with his task. “I knew some of the people in Mount Weather. Some were neighbors back on the Ark. And I’m Farm Station, so I’m expected to be loyal to the other Farm Station people and I am, I guess. And they killed the Grounder Army. Meanwhile my boyfriend is in Polis, where the Grounders could easily kill him at any seconds. So, no… I’m far from being okay.” It was more than far from that. And she had a question she could not hold back either. “Are you back because of the Grounder Army?”
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 27, 2016 0:25:03 GMT
Gena listened to her, first her words about how she didn’t ask for advice and then how she should give her her requested alcohol or find someone who would. Now that spoke volumes, not only about her personality, but also quite obviously about who she was, what she’s been through. Gena knew a lot about those kids already, no details, just the rough idea. She knew they were through a lot. She saw some drown themselves in alcohol instead of trying to find someone who cared about them like they probably should. It was the harder way, but ultimately the better way. Well, she couldn’t force them.
Gena poured two more drinks. She sat both down in front of the young woman with a undoubtedly disappointed look, because really, she gave her an option, a choice, well meant there, and like the other kid, that regularily found himself under tables, she just wanted the drink over well meant advice. And so she conceded. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Because she had. But she also knew now not to expect much from people in the mood to drink their brain into a comatose state for the night. Maybe she couldn’t related, but at least she knew there were better ways. She knew at least three cases of better, though harder ways.
cherry1
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 27, 2016 0:24:03 GMT
She wasn’t surprised about that. She heard he was originally from farm. A lot of kids from farm learned about edible and not edible plants on earth early. Gena did so, too, though she focused more on other stuff as well, like meat, protein, spices, Gena always loved the spices and the almost art like form of putting them together to give something a great taste. Her father was an artist at that and she always aspired to become like that. It never worked. “Not surprised at all.” Why would she be. With Bellamy around, those kids have a better chance of survival, due to his logical and protective nature – okay maybe she was heavily biased due to her actually liking him.
“Hey!” Gena protested. She laughed at it, though. It was a tease. It had to be a tease, because he knew what she was working as in the canteen. Sneaking something from there was still meaning it was her doing as she cooked at least a third of the meals during her shifts. She was a decent cook. She was nowhere near as good as her dad, but she had plenty of years to learn ahead of her. “I was thinking… crunchy bread with a bit of the remaining rabbit.” That was kind of all that they had left. Oh and a bit of salad, but she could use that on there, so that was great. Gena got up to get behind the counter again. Heating the thing she started on the rabbit as it would take longer. She didn’t want to waste it as it was fresh. Gena grinned. “Sooo any preferences in terms of fresh ground food?”
Bellamy Blake
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Post by Gena Martin on Feb 26, 2016 22:55:18 GMT
This time she let him be stubborn. She let him do this alone. If he needed help, he knew to call. He knew, logically, that he could ask for her help and receive it without question or humiliation, but care instead. But he was a stubborn and prideful man. He needed this sometimes, especially since apparently he was stubborn enough to want to go right back out there, without thinking about who was back here. And that was not just Gena. That was Octavia, too. That was his family, his friends. He risked it, for her. And it hurt. It hurt to know how far he would go for someone else. There was more to that feeling, but at the moment she did not want to allow herself those thoughts. She heard him rustle behind her. He was here. He was safe. He agreed to stay. It had to be enough, at least for now. This topic had time until he was healed and maybe then it would no longer matter.
At his question the girl with the locks turned around to look at her boyfriend, who was still, technically in the middle of changing and yet he seemed concerned about her. It was… a good feeling and not good at the same time. He could worry about her again now, not only about this Clarke. He was fully back here and not out there, where he could do nothing to help someone else. Here he could be at least a friend, a lover a protector. She didn’t want to imagine what would happen if he went out there and only found her dead. He’d beat himself up about that. She couldn’t let that happen. “I haven’t.” She replied to his question, finally. “I haven’t had the time yet. Which is why I’m making us soup. You haven’t eaten in a while either, have you?” Of course not. She heard it already. She would make them a nice soup, feed them both, hopefully get him fully settled, find something to calm him further.
“Root soup.” Gena specified, trying to remain nonchalant of everything. “I know most people here don’t like them, but this soup is amazing. Have you noticed? It’s so rich with nutrients. And with a few spices it doesn’t even taste half bad. I think we can both use the nutrients, don’t you agree?”
Bellamy Blake
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