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Post by jj on Jan 26, 2017 21:51:35 GMT
While several of the others had hung around late into the night at the Hangar, Monroe had left the group to try to get a little sleep. She wasn't sure how many people actually slept soundly these days around the Ark, or if everyone had their own struggles with it to varying degrees. Either way, sleep was necessary for all of them if they were going to be of any use, so she would try to claim a few extra hours when she could.
Among those she had left to their merriment in the Hangar was Harper, who wandered into early training with a smile, now directed at Monroe. She offered one in return, studying her friend as she approached while spying the signs of a late night. Nothing too evident and apparently no after effects to dampen Harper's smile. Monroe was happy the other had turned up to training, though she'd had no real doubt about it. Hungover or otherwise.
"A little... " Monroe's own grin picked up a touch at Harper's following comment, continuing to stretch, loosening her shoulders as Harper settled to warm up beside her. "Just today?" She flashed a rare broad grin before soon taming it again, though her amusement lingered as she went on teasing. "What about yesterday?"
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Post by jj on Oct 27, 2016 0:38:07 GMT
Her thoughts reeled back to mere months before. It seemed so long ago, so much had changed, yet their early days on the ground were forever fresh in her memory. The fear as they fell. Though many kept it to themselves, every face she could see had given away at least some flash of terror. Dread of the journey, of what awaited them, if they even reached the ground at all. Once there, wild excitement threaded through any lingering fear as they'd embraced this new home and a leader had emerged. Somebody like them. Somebody to trust.
Somebody to show her who she truly was and who she would become. As the threat of their new world closed in, each of them had failed and stumbled along the way, actions fueled by fear or anger. Or by both. But victories... there had been a few. Tainted by loss and regret but victories nonetheless. Bittersweet in their duality of relief and sorrow, and it had seemed to her that one had carried much of the weight of that sorrow for all of them. Without question or complaint. Leading the way.
... We are warriors...
As they waited now in harrowing silence, she cast a glance to those beside her, eyes filled with dread once again, only this time weaved with a despair she had never seen before. Yet she shared it with them. Her attention shifted as he emerged, led out before the crowd. A flood of desperation, of anguished panic surged once more, as it had again and again as this reality had sunk in. What could be done that they hadn't begged for, only to be rebuked. Clambered for a way to stop this, only for even any attempt to be crushed with threat of the same fate. Would that be it? To die together this way, each of them in their rebellion? She would. He would tell her no.
... We are warriors...
The gun was raised and she held her breath, as if she could stop time, halt this sin from playing out. Hold the world still until it could be right again. Please. But his words to his executioner had seemed an acceptance. This would happen and they would be lost. Broken. A heart torn away to leave them fragmented. Then a look their way... a nod, a promise of a bond unable to be severed. And words to rekindle and remind her of the trust she had placed in him. Always.
The shot rang out and stole the air from her lungs, he fell and a part of her along with him. Her legs threatened to fail her, unsteady as she swayed back a step, a scream from another though she couldn't comprehend who, only that it merged with the echo of the gunshot as if the very air itself had cried out in pain. Her leader fallen... she steadied herself, straightening and retaking the step she had retreated. A choked breath that swelled the ache in her chest. She would stand. She would be strong. She would be who he believed she was. Who he had taught her she was... and who Bellamy was and forever would be.
... We are warriors.
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Post by jj on Sept 29, 2016 21:37:00 GMT
I meant to say Monroe will be haunting!
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Post by jj on Sept 29, 2016 21:19:07 GMT
Monroe will be there!
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Post by jj on Apr 16, 2016 18:37:31 GMT
She had slept. A little. Ever since they had landed down here she'd fallen into a pattern of sleeping for a few hours before waking ready to go on watch, even if unnecessarily with no shift to take over. It was a routine that had proven difficult to break after all this time, regardless of everything that had happened. Regime shifts, a new camp and relative civility, so Monroe went with it. Rising whenever she woke knowing that no matter how long she lay there, she wouldn't fall asleep again for some time.
Taking the opportunity to wander the Ark she'd considered looking in on Harper as she passed the other's room, but instead she'd continued on by. No reason to wake others at unreasonable hours, even though Monroe knew she wasn't the only one who didn't rest soundly these days. The camp was quiet at this hour, and though there were several people around carrying out various duties, she didn't come across anyone as she made her way through the halls.
Unlikely to meet anyone and with little else to do, she headed for one of the rec rooms in hopes of finding something to occupy her time. Wandering in with no expectation that there would be anybody else inside, though she halted a step inside the door. "Bellamy... " With a moment to consider leaving the other in peace since he appeared to be reading, she decided to linger a while longer but stayed put where she had paused. " Can't sleep?"
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Post by jj on Apr 16, 2016 18:28:07 GMT
Joining the guard had been a somewhat natural move from Bellamy's militia, if a little odd given that it was a shift from fighting on behalf of the delinquents to being a part of the official Ark defense. The same who had guarded her and the other prisoners while in the Sky Box, who had strictly enforced life on the Ark prior to that. If they had all still been floating around in space Monroe might have dismissed the idea, but things were different, at least to some extent. They were in new territory down here, with new threats to face. The fact those from the dropship had a greater knowledge of this than the Arkers who had followed had perhaps been part of the reason several of them were recruited for the guard. Although she was sure a more significant reason had been the influence of Bellamy Blake, and as such, those of them who had joined may not have considered it if not for him.
It was Bellamy she was now eyeing from across the training arena. The newer recruits were still under guidance and there was always more to learn, so a one-on-one instruction session in hand-to-hand combat was necessary, vital for if they should come up against an enemy in such close proximity. And fun. As many of the training sessions were, but it was those led by Bellamy that truly inspired those who had followed him from the beginning. Perhaps it was the element of trust or that he knew them better than anyone else. Perhaps both. Monroe took a few steps toward the center of the room, ready to begin.
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Post by jj on Apr 5, 2016 18:31:46 GMT
She had cried out for help before the poisonous smoke had flowed in to steal her voice, marring her lungs with what felt like fire while every urgent breath she sucked in seemed to feed the burn. All the while staggering through the smog in search of escape, for one of her group, until somebody found her. As they emerged from the haze, a voice calling Monty offered insight into who had a hold of her, before her legs gave out and she fell at Bellamy's feet. He and Monty now carrying her to safety.
Only the danger followed, the damage of the smoke already done and still setting in as each inhale failed to draw enough air. And the pain, throat scorched and raw. Closing. With Monroe looking to Bellamy for help, silently begging him to do something, anything. As she had turned to him so many times for guidance and yet now his gaze seemed to reflect her terror, his features finally blurring until everything went black.
Monroe heard her name spoken in the depths as she sank deeper, but nothing else save a muffled incoherence. Distance rumbles of movement and voices having fallen away as she did. The burning in her chest seeming to consume her even as it too faded out of awareness along with everything else. Monty had said the Grounders would resist, warriors or otherwise. Bellamy too had appeared unsure about the entire mission to take the village, but he'd made the decision in agreement and Monroe had followed, trusting it to be the right one for them all.
Nothing of the attention in medical had been known to Monroe, oblivious to the treatment given as she'd leaned closer to death only to be pulled back from the brink. The first she felt of anything was the gradual return and acknowledgement of the sting in her throat, the ache in her chest, though thankfully somewhat dulled. She awoke coughing, eyes still closed as she moved in an attempt to sit up, grasping for something to assist.
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Post by jj on Apr 3, 2016 12:47:25 GMT
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name: Zoe Monroe
.:Nick Name: Monroe
.:Affiliation: Arker
.:Age: 17
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance: Despite her height and somewhat petite stature, Monroe is still fairly athletic, evident in her proficiency wielding weapons and her stamina in keeping up with her taller counterparts when necessary. She has green eyes and long red hair, which she wears in three french braids.
.:Height: 5'3"
.:Portrayed by: Katie Stuart
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality: Though Monroe has always had courage, she feels fear just as most others do. During her time on the ground, this has been brought to light during the delinquents' clashes and battles with the grounders, particularly in the time after they first landed. However, she has shown bravery and determination, pressing on when others have given up. Despite her fear getting the better of her on previous occasions, together with character traits she already possessed and the inspiration of Bellamy Blake's leadership of the delinquents, Monroe has become stronger and more courageous, fiercely loyal to those she trusts and willing to follow their lead.
.:Special Skills: Monroe is from factory station and consequently has some skill with machinery, demonstrated when helping by drilling the door of Mount Weather during the rescue of the 48. She has become skilled with weapons, particularly guns, having first been a gunner for Bellamy's Militia, and going on to join the guard in Arkadia. Monroe has some limited hand-to-hand combat skills, for which she is in training and still learning from Bellamy and Lincoln.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace: The Ark
.:Family: Evan Monroe - Father [Deceased], Isla Monroe - Mother [Deceased]
.:Occupation: Factory Station/Delinquent Bellamy's Militia/Arkadia Guard
.:History: When arrested on the Ark, as Zoe Monroe was under the age of 18, she was sent to the Sky Box to await a review of her crime once she became an adult. However, she was instead sent to the ground with the rest of the 100 delinquents to discover whether or not Earth was survivable. Once on the ground, she settled into the Dropship camp along with the others, soon learning of the dangers they faced in their new home. Monroe is one of the group who went in search of Octavia Blake when she went missing, continuing on with a few once many of the other delinquents turned back having reached official Grounder territory. She survived the attack which killed several of the group, the rest of them eventually following Lincoln to his cave and finding Octavia. Monroe kept watch as the others freed her.
During the delinquents' battle against the Grounders, as a gunner Monroe was stationed in one of the foxholes with Nathan Miller and Octavia Blake, later joined by Bellamy Blake. As the Grounders advanced, Monroe eventually fled in fear after running out of bullets. Monroe and Sterling later met up with Bellamy who was tracking Finn, the other being Tristan's prisoner. Bellamy formed a plan of attack, but Monroe and Sterling failed to back him up and Bellamy was taken prisoner. The two trailed them and regardless of her initial lack of courage, inspired by Bellamy's words Monroe recalled them to motivate herself and Sterling to take action and the two finally ran out to attack.
Monroe later accompanied Bellamy, Finn, Sterling and Murphy in their search for the missing delinquents. After Sterling fell to his death and Bellamy attempted to rescue Mel, the group were attacked by Grounders and Monroe took up her gun to defend them, her leg wounded by an arrow in the process. When Octavia arrived and tended to her injury, Monroe returned with the Blake siblings to the Arker camp. She went with the Arkers to Mount Weather, assisting in the rescue plan by drilling the main door for the others to place a bomb. Though she was later captured along with the others, she made it out of Mount Weather alive and returned once again to the Arker camp. Once the camp became more established, Monroe joined the Arkadia guard, remaining under Bellamy Blake's leadership in much of her training.
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.:Name or Online Alias: JJ
.:How Did You Find Us: I already live here!
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