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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 17, 2015 18:11:29 GMT
“I wouldn’t have suggested it, if I wasn’t sure, Bellamy.” She replied, no emotion in her voice. It was, right now, a tactical thing. It was an idea hanging in the room, which she intended to go through with. She meant it. She would have never brought it up otherwise. Maybe she might regret it later, but right now it sounded like a pretty darn good idea. She felt good – aside from the obvious hangover. If feelings didn’t make it weird, they might end up being pretty great together.
“Maybe we should wait until tomorrow to finalize it, but right now, I am more than serious, Bellamy.” They were still coming down from the drugs, if the pain in her head and the fatigue was anything to go by. Then again it might mean she was still just in pain from how he had … well fucked her last night. Clarke couldn’t really fully well tell the difference of those as she had never experienced them. But there was a first for everything. And there was another question to be asked. “Bellamy, I’m not going out there again, today. I doubt the way I walk and the general way I feel is good for the moral of the group. What do you think?” He always had a different way of looking at things. It was good. It was why they worked now: They helped each other with what the other lacked, would it be insight or a second opinion. “How much damage was done?”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 15, 2015 23:03:30 GMT
“I seek no alliances with Grounders.” Clarke answered calmly. By now she was half convinced the girl had been around, maybe in the army with them, wanting to free their people from Mount Weather, which made it all the worse. She didn’t care about alliances with Grounders anymore. Once they called off a possible alliance, due to the rightful worry of them being able to break it at a moments notice. Clarke had understood then. Now, though, the most recent alliance has been broken at the whim of a girl, because she could not see the tactical advantage. She’d rather sacrifice all of Clarkes people, along with those she killed in Tondc.
“I have no destination.” Clarke finally replied honestly. She finally pocketed the dagger, but kept it close. One could never know. Clarke made herself comfortable on the fallen tree again. “I’m wandering, no destination, no expectations.” Not even her survival, if she was honest with herself. Just staying away and dealing and hopefully knowing her people were safe. With her in the camp Lexa could lash out at her people at any point. With her gone, her people might be safe from Lexa. Lexa knew too much and Clarke now knew she’d probably happily turn the truth to her advantage. “A debt owed? Huh?” That was rare then. “I would have thought all debts were done when your people turned away from mine at Mount Weather.”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 15, 2015 20:24:34 GMT
Clarke hated moments like those, where her hands were barely occupied and her mind free to wander, back to the horrors she created and endured. The bodies would not be erased from her memories any time soon. The consequences of her kills would not be erased either. In the closes Grounder villages she had heard of a title for her, yet she had made a point in not reacting to it. She knew of it and knew it might one day be useful in her travels, yet at the same time she knew it would haunt her more than anything. In moments like those her mind wandered to all she had left behind and to what she hoped her sacrifice brought her people and her.
The blonde jumped only mildly, immediately shifting the dagger into her hand to the potential attacker. A Grounder – female. Clarke looked at her, trying to judge if she could take her on, deciding, that yes, she could. She had, after all, a gun, securely in her belt. She had saved the bullets religiously, anticipating that sooner or later she would need them. Naturally Clarke had no intention of wasting a bullet on her. She was alone. There was a potential at talking her down or using her dagger, if it came to it. The blondes eyes remained cold and unmoved, even as the other stated she was a long way from home – so she had seen Sky People before, good information. “I care as much about my welcome as your people care about my people.” She replied coldly. “I am passing through, but I’m not afraid to use the gun. You’d not be the first person I killed. Where have you seen Sky people before?”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 15, 2015 18:11:56 GMT
In the past days or weeks – Clarke had lost concept of time and location long ago – her life had been turned upside down. From a delinquent being sent to earth, fighting for her life and the life of her friends, she was now a prisoner to Grounders. Anya had taken her first. While her and Finn managed to escape initially, during the fight, the war, they had recaptured Clarke and dragged her to the biggest city close by. Clarke had been chained inside a hut for the first hours of her imprisonment. They told her she would be the healer, replacing the absent men while the other and with that only healer they had lived in another village. At first the blonde tried to get out. She tested the chain. She trashed a good portion of the hut, though not the potions and poisons in them. How foolish of them to leave her alone with them. She wondered if they knew she could probably kill herself with them if she wanted to. But she still held onto hope somehow. If someone survived the fight, they would come for her. They would come for her.
Clarke held onto that hope, through the declaration of Indra being the new chief. She held onto that through the punishment she would receive for the others apparently killing three hundred Grounders. Really, Clarke was proud of them, so she wanted to take the punishment a proudly as she could. It meant she’d be in constant pain for around a year, but it would do. Some of the others survived and if Bellamy or Octavia, Monty, Raven or Jasper were among them, they would come to her and free her. Every day she held onto that hope, while she mixed tinctures with trembling hands, while she watched her own blood drop to the floor, while she healed tiny wounds on children as gently as she could. She held onto that hope in the mornings when a Grounder came, undid her chains and dragged her out to the town center, where a few of the others got to cut her, spilling her blood as her people spilled the blood of their people in self defense.
This morning was different. Not long ago she had seen Lincoln tied to the pole and she heard of the skai girl saving him, a part of her had lost just a bit of hope then, but this morning, as someone held up her shirt to cut across her abdomen, she saw them. It was Nyke, the one always refusing to hurt her, carrying his son, but the people trailing him were of more interest to her. Octavia and Bellamy. Had she not been tied, she knew she would have fallen to her knees and cried out for them. Instead she cried out in pain. Someone, Indra, she suspected, had taken her right hand and stabbed it. The way they looked at Bellamy, she suspected the woman knew that they had done something similar to Lincoln. But after that, they untied her, allowing her to rush to Nyko. The man had been the only one caring for her. He had helped her set up and treated the wounds when he came to the town. Now his son was shot.
“What the hell happened?” she asked him and Bellamy and Octavia, but didn’t stop to really speak to them motioning to the hut she lead the way to it. Another Grounder soon put the chain back around her foot, but she didn’t bother to even comment on it. Nykos son was priority now. “Nyko, I need hot water and as much seaweed as you can find in this town. Octavia, come here, please.” Clarke held a cloth out to her. “Press it to his wound. I need to see if the bullet is still in him.”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 15, 2015 16:47:40 GMT
Clarke couldn’t tell if it was Bellamy calling out for her or her daughters whimper, one of the two woke her. The later would be added to a natural instinct for mothers. The blonde was fully awake in seconds, as soon as Hopes whimpers really registered with her and on top of it Bellamys words. She was burning up. Despite trusting her boyfriend, Clarke reached out to touch Hopes forehead, which was met with an annoyed whimper and tiny fists connecting with her hand to push her away. Her baby was clearly not feeling good. Thick tears rolled down Hopes cheeks by now and were soon joined by her agonized cry. Clarke had never taken lessons on how to care for babies. Her pediatric knowledge was limited.
The young mother jumped up. She reached for the robe they had given her after giving birth, because she could not yet manage moving too much. Now it came in handy again. Slipping her feet into the next shoes she could see, she was ready to head out. “I’m getting Mom or Jackson. I… you keep her calm, Bellamy. When I get back, I’ll have them with me.” She already had a bit of an idea of what to do to at least help her baby get better. But first she needed someone with knowledge to check her out. Clarke barely noticed her own tears, when she ran into Jacksons and then Abbys tent. Her mother immediately came running, after all it was about her granddaughter. Clarke could barely keep up with her mother running back to the apartment where Bellamy hopefully kept their daughter calm.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 15, 2015 16:14:17 GMT
Clarke had been walking for a while now, almost non stop. She had stopped in a few villages, helping in exchange for necessary goods. She had needed food, basic weapons and shelter after all. They days were growing shorter and the blonde remembered faintly from her Earth Skills lessons that this meant winter was approaching relatively fast. Clarke knew, logically that she had to find a place to stay more permanently. Part of her considered turning around, returning to Camp Jaha. Winter there could mean she could endure. Unless they couldn’t manage to organize properly. Clarke hoped at least the delinquents listened to Bellamy. He’d bring them safely through winter. Which was the reason why she just could not go back at all. Not yet at least.
Clarke always held a dagger in her hand, knowing any animal could cross her path at any moment and not every animal was as shy and harmless as a bunny. She suspected she was going north by the cues nature gave her – or she had completely forgotten what she had been taught back then. Either way she made her way, wanting to find shelter, maybe in a cave or in a ruin of one of the old houses, Clarke didn’t know. All she knew was, that she needed semi permanent shelter. She had collected a lot of provisions so far, carrying them in her makeshift bag and given a cue by her stomach, the blonde decided to stop. Sitting on a fallen tree, she pulled out a bit of smoked meat to chew on, still not letting go of her dagger.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 13, 2015 19:36:28 GMT
Clarke lay back down. She placed her arm over Bellamys lap, holding herself close, while she watched him burp their daughter. Hope was truly a little miracle. As soon as she released the air she had sucked in, she placed her head back against her dads chest, cooing softly. The way her eyes got smaller and smaller, it was obvious the little girl was close to falling asleep. Her fathers voice and the warmth of his body would do the rest very soon. And Clarke loved watching that. She loved watching her daughter play, drink, learn new things, she loved her frown, her little pout, she was just perfect.
Rolling over just for a moment, Clarke grabbed the blanket and plushy, so Bellamy would have it at the ready, should both of them fall asleep. And as Clarke listened to the story, she knew she would be asleep just moments after their daughter would fall asleep. The babies movements were getting slower and more sluggish. Finally she closed her eyes, resting against her dad. Her face was entirely relaxed, happy even. It was a beautiful sight. In moments like these, Clarke wanted to have a camera. It was the little moments she wanted to keep forever. Though like she expected, just moments later, Clarkes eyes closed, too and she joined her daughter in dream land.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 12, 2015 19:11:18 GMT
Clarke wasn’t sure she liked the idea of becoming one of the ice nation, but for now I was exactly what she wanted. Clarke had no other place to go, no better place to go. She could help people here. She was safe from Lexa, from the people of Camp Jaha. Existing here was easier. Maybe it was what she needed. Maybe she would really become one of them. So far there was little judgment here. They understood, especially the Queen did. Clarke had been honest about what happened, she had told what happened from her point of view, not bothering in hiding what happened.
“I think I would like that.” She said slowly. She wasn’t entirely sure she really would like it yet, but given the place, the leader, her hut in which she could help people and the readiness in which the Grounders seemed to accept her if she repaid their welcome with actual service. This society was easy to grasp for her. Action and Reaction. She understood it. She liked it even. Clarke followed Isa outside, humming softly at the air. There was smoke inside their village, here she could smell no thing. The air had a scent to it, different from Camp Jaha. She loved it. It reminded her of something she always imagined in the books on the Ark. “Did you ever smell stale air, Isa? Compared to this, this is a wonderland of scents.”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 11, 2015 22:48:50 GMT
The fact, that Hope managed to shoot Bellamy a look that seemed so clearly annoyed – it actually matched Bellamys annoyed look in a way – made her remember very clearly that she was a Blake. He had interrupted her a bit with his kiss. As much as she loved Bellamy, it seemed like feeding needed her undivided attention. She could hold fingers, but that was about it. Clarke couldn’t blame her. She was a baby. A lot of things were still a challenge for her and she was kind of glad for it. Hope didn’t know of the horrors of this world, nor of the crimes her parents had to commit. But for now she was happy – if they didn’t annoy her during feeding. “It does, doesn’t it?” almost too perfect. But then again their daughter was perfect, without a doubt.
“It’s so weird. I never thought I’d be the kind of mother to think her baby would be the most perfect being to ever exist. But I do. And if you tell me Octavia was more perfect, I’m gonna punch you.” She actually would. Not too hard, of course. Hope let stopped drinking then, obviously finished, so Clarke carefully lifted her and held her out to Bellamy with a grin. “Today, that’s Daddys job.” To be fair, Clarke suspected he loved it. He was quite the expert in seeing when hope needed help with swallowed air or not. Besides, he wanted to tell a story and his daughter adored him, so she belonged into his arm. Clarke leaned over into him, closing her eyes. It felt a bit like they were on borrowed time. This was peaceful, their lives had become increasingly peaceful at the end of her pregnancy and with the baby. She knew part of it was due to people protecting them, but in the end Bell and her would return that favor. “I want her to stay that small.” But she couldn’t and shouldn’t. “You promised a story.”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 11, 2015 0:09:54 GMT
It felt weird, but good, knowing he’d stay. She didn’t deserve it, Clarke knew as much. She didn’t deserve a single bit of it. But why should she voice it? She knew they would disagree, Bellamy, her mother, hell even Jackson. She deserved a lot, but not comfort, not this. She committed crimes, she’s done so many things, but she knew what she deserved or not. Clarke curled upon her side, her injured arm pulled close to her chest. She was glad she was already sleepy, otherwise she would have laid awake with him close by and Clarke didn’t know how she would have taken that. Sleep claimed her soon and somehow she was convinced he would not be there in the morning. Why would he be? He had someone to go home to.
Her dreams circled around this truth. Why had she returned? In her dreams she left again and no one stopped her. On the contrary, they wanted her to leave as peace was in the camp without her. Maybe it was for the best, to be alone with herself and the voices in her hed. Maybe she was dangerous to her people in this state, as dangerous as she was to herself. Maybe next time this would claim her life and everyone would have peace, finally. When Clarke woke, her mind was made up. She remained silent, pondering over her decision to stay out of peoples way, to isolate herself and then, just slip away, as naturally as possible, one way or another.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 10, 2015 15:24:25 GMT
It seems to be glitching a bit for me. Anyway I voted (or wanted to vote) Boat People. Trikru obviously has the most coverage for now. We know basics, we know more will be provided in Season 3. As for Ice Nation: Same reason. They will be provided soon, so of no explicit curiosity for me. We will get the info and we already have some information. Now with Boat People we have only a few information so far (as opposed to Trikru and Azgeda) and spoilers don't imply we will get more information next season, sooo I want more.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 9, 2015 10:05:32 GMT
Clarke had spent time with the Grounders, but eventually she could not take them anymore. She could not take being treated and worshipped like she did something she never did in the way she did. So eventually she left and just in time. Clarke found a cave not long after. It was wonderfully hidden by bushes and plants, so you had to happen to stumble upon it to find the entrance to it. Inside it was not dissimilar to Lincolns cave. It was a sufficient place to stay over the winter for Clarke, so she hurried to make a home for herself down there. She got a few supplies from the drop ship: a water tank, blankets, a bedroll, tools, fabric and ropes. Clarke didn’t bother with decorating at first. She just set up the bedroll and blankets before she went out, day for day, to collect firewood.
By now Clarke had an impressive stack of wood assembled at the entrance, narrowing the entrance further, so only one person could come in at a time. A piece of parachute fabric covered the entrance further, space above the building allowed smoke and the likes outside. Clarke also had a good about of dried plants, smoked meet and the likes. By now she also had fur blankets. Her cave was the perfect place for her to stay during the winter. She had just made a last dash to the bunker, to get drawing material and a book. Now Clarke was finally getting to decorating a bit. She made her bed a bit more homely, surrounding it by more fabric, so she might forget it was a cave she lived in now. She finished the stone and wood structure to hide the food from view and placed the full water tank right next to it. She placed the plates and knives away, along with the bones. A new set of meat was hanging over another fire to smoke it, while she sat on the floor in front of the fire, using the animals fat and oil and glasses to make oil lamps. Clarke was prepared for winter as she noticed the first snowflakes outside, through an opening in the fabric. Now it would be tested how prepared she was. She could always just fashion herself clothes from the fur she had and return to a Grounder village or Camp Jaha.
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 9, 2015 9:29:24 GMT
It was funny. Clarke never imagined this, not in her wildest dreams, not on the Ark when life was domestic and not down here either. She never even thought about that part of having a baby, when she was pregnant with her child – which was the most time here on earth as she got pregnant less than a month after arriving – yay for her implant royally failing down here. Still even though most of her life on earth eventually circled around having her baby, she never imagined this domestic bliss that came with her, nor the feeling of holding her in her arm, when her face was scrunched up like that in annoyance, so close to crying. She also never anticipated that eventually she and Bellamy would be able to hear just by Hopes cries – she wasn’t crying fully yet – that she wanted food or not. Some cries were also reserved for protest when either of them left to take care of a bit of work.
With Bellamy having adjusted the pillow behind her, Clarke leaned back against them with a soft sigh as she freed her breasts with the arm that was not currently holding the baby. Hope latched on immediately, sucking like her life depended on it – it kind of did, too. “I think we’re good. But how about Daddy starts on the story?” Clarke offered a finger for Hope to grab as she was drinking. The feeling of relaxation coming with feeding the baby was another thing she never anticipated, but Clarke felt peaceful and at ease when Hope drank, like this was all she needed. And it was. Her baby drank, her love was with them, all was well in the world. “Actually, we do need something. Come hold us?” It was a luxury for them to have a quiet moment like that, even though they could enjoy their domestic bliss. “I’m sorry you come home and Hope and I are basically asleep on our feet. I bet it was not what you imagined. Thank you.”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 8, 2015 21:40:53 GMT
“That’s the thing. I don’t know.” Neither did Clarke know why she felt so at ease with Bellamy, that she was telling him that right now. Why did she feel she could confide in him like that? He was a cadet, training to be a guard, usually those were dangerous, eager to please the council to climb the rank, but he never had that vibe about him. He seemed nice, genuinely nice and caring and the type of guard to sometimes overlook small crimes, like kids stealing to feed others. Clarke didn’t know where the idea came from, but she felt like this was true. Maybe it was a weird intuition.
“He and I used to be best friends. It was easy to be his best friends. We knew each other well, we loved each other in this platonic way. And then we decided to take it further. He’s even more protective now, almost hovering and so clingy. It was so easy with us being best friends. But now being together, it’s not. And I don’t know. The relationship isn’t it. I don’t think I love him enough and the ease is gone. I have to be his girlfriend now, not just Clarke. I don’t think the role he needs me to fill doesn’t fit me. I can’t be his girlfriend. I can’t be the chancellors sons girlfriend.” She hated the public role that brought her. “And I hate it when people look at me like I’m the future chancellors significant other, mother of his kid, but not my own person. I’m becoming a doctor, I want people to see me for me, not for him.”
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Post by Clarke Griffin on Oct 8, 2015 21:06:23 GMT
“To be fair, I’m new here, they might just be used to you and my presence is confusing them. Most of the people who confused me with you have been men so far. At least on the Ark men did not exactly pay attention to the subtly differences between women. A woman is blonde: Oh it’s that one. All they registered.” She tried to make light conversation, though she did not know if it was appreciated or not. She hadn’t had a light conversation in… well since she spoke to Bellamy before Finn got himself killed. Light conversations were absent from her life since that day and she missed it, missed the ease and the lack of consequence in them. Clarke guessed they would remain absent from her life from now on. They certainly would have been in Camp Jaha.
“I understand you in that.” She didn’t like standing around during her training either, but it had to be done. Now she could actually do something, keep her hands and mind busy with making cures, giving them, or correcting broken noses thanks to her fellow blonde. “Let me just grab a knife and I’ll be ready.” She carried a small knife with her even know, since you never knew what would happen and a knife was a basic instrument in healing as well, but it would do nothing to protect her. It was slightly too small to really do any damage to an attacking enemy or defending yourself from a charging animal – unless it was a bunny, but bunnies did not attack. Clarke turned. She all but sprinted to her little healers hut, to grab the knife in question before she returned to Isa, surprised by her own ability to skid over the snow and ice in a controlled way – most of the time. She still occasionally slipped and fell face first into the ice. Unlike the others, she wasn’t born here, she learned it.
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