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Post by Harper McIntyre on Feb 20, 2019 22:21:33 GMT
Harper closed her eyes when Monty said they would see their friends again, nodding just a little. She was fighting the tears that lurked there behind her eyes, waiting to flood out, and she needed her own reassurance as much as his. They would see their friends again. They had to. She, Monty, and all the rest had overcome some ridiculously horrible odds. This was just another challenge that they would all get past, somehow. Even if she and Monty would be a lot older, even if more than ten years passed, she had to try to hold onto that hope. If she didn't, it would be almost impossible to keep going. The hand squeezing hers was reassuring and she made herself nod again. "Just like the last time we were in space," she responded, although it hadn't felt all that short. Monty went on though, doing what he did best: giving her hope and promising happiness. It was hard to believe that, years ago, she had considered leaving him and her whole life behind. If she'd never known Monty, maybe she would have given in like Jasper and the rest. But Monty had pulled her back, just like he always did. "I'm holding you to that promise," she said, though she trusted that he would keep it. He had yet to break a promise to her, though she felt like she wasn't quite so good to him. Still, she would try. At his next words, she couldn't stay in her own seat any longer. She slipped from her seat into his, sitting on his lap facing him. "I love you too, Monty," she said, and kissed him. She let him and the kiss ground her and fill her. When she pulled back, Harper glanced back at the ship's controls behind her. It might as well have been in Greek to her, but it was all easy for Monty. Monty's presence and his reassurances had helped assuage her doubts, but now she was a bit antsy. What she would do with that, she wasn't sure. "Are they all asleep yet?"--- Tag: Monty Green |
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Post by Harper McIntyre on Jan 30, 2019 22:11:15 GMT
There was so much space out there, beyond this ship. An infinite amount, enough that she could explore every day of her life and still only touch the smallest portion of it. When she was really little, that had scared her, but as she had gotten older, it has fascinated her. The Ark had felt so tight and small, but with space so infinite, looking out a window could give her some hope. Once on the ground, she had mostly forgotten about the vastness of it in an effort to concentrate on staying alive. Now here she was, on a different ship but still facing the vastness... and it felt different. It felt different because this wasn't the crowded Ark, or even the familiar empty Ark with the hope of coming back to Earth always feeling so close. No, this was a foreign ship and it would be full of her sleeping friends - and time. So much time. She could already feel that some of that vastness was seeping into the ship itself, but it inspired neither hope nor fear, but something different she couldn't quite name. Monty spoke, and Harper turned her head toward him, resting her cheek on her knees now. She smiled, just a little, because she expected him to say something like that. She figured he might try to give her one more chance to duck out, to try and let her know it would be okay to leave him alone. This was one of the many reasons she loved him. Monty would give everything of himself, no matter the sacrifice, and would never expect the same of anyone else. He cared so much, about everything and everyone, and she could only hope to have as much compassion in her heart as he had in his. He probably hadn't given the idea of staying awake to protect everyone a second thought, while her head had been swimming with doubts and questions. She knew what she needed to do though, and even though she was scared, she had no plans to back down. "It needs both of us," she corrected, lifting her head from her knees. "Who else is going to tell you how your algae really tastes? Or stop you from working yourself to death keeping the ship going and watching Earth? Or help you wake up the others, or stay with you even if we never..." Harper trailed off and swallowed. It was there, that possibility, of Earth not being ready as soon as they hoped. Nothing ever seemed to go as planned with that unstable hunk of dirt, and she didn't expect it to start now. "It needs both of us, and I don't want to risk waking up without you... ever. You're stuck with me, Monty Green." She smiled a little at the end but it was hard with the weight of the emotions consuming her. This decision had always really felt like more than ten years, like she was deciding her fate and who she was going to be. She was going to help her friends, and she was going to be with Monty. --- Tag: Monty Green |
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Post by Harper McIntyre on Nov 24, 2018 17:11:28 GMT
"I'll be right there," Harper called to her friend who was reminding her that it was time to get in the cryogenic chambers. She was dressed in the same simple clothing that all of them were wearing, in her case a white tank top and black sweatpants. She'd bathed, braided her hair, and by all accounts seemed ready for the ten years of cryo sleep that lie ahead of the inhabitants of this ship. But that casual "be right there" had been harder to say than it had seemed because it had been a lie. She wouldn't see that friend, or any of them, for at least ten years. Ten years, and maybe more. Harper gave herself one last look in the mirror. She made herself smile. This was the face that almost everyone she loved would expect to see when they woke up: youthful, relieved that the fighting was over, hopeful for the future. In ten years, all of that could be different. Or in twenty years, or thirty... Harper's smile fell and she shook herself a little. She couldn't think about that, about how much time it would be before she saw them all again. To get to the control deck where she and Monty were set to wait until everyone was asleep, Harper would have to pass the hallway to the cryogenic chambers. She thought she was ready for it, but seeing the last few people talking quietly or setting up their chambers sent a stab of pain through her heart. A part of her wanted to change the plan, tell Monty it would all be okay if they just went to sleep like the rest of them, and wake up in a decade as if no time had passed. She could convince him - maybe. But the other part of her told her how selfish that was and reminded her how important it was that someone was there to watch over everyone. She and Monty would be responsible for all of them, and she couldn't give that up just because she was afraid. Harper saw Clarke and Bellamy talking, and Bellamy looked her way. The sudden impulse to tell him everything was so strong that she had to physically turn away and keep walking to fight it. Neither of them would question that reaction, because she didn't think that either of them would guess what she and Monty were going to do. If anyone asked, she was helping Monty make the last preparations. But no one asked, and she didn't pass anyone else until she was on the control deck. Taking a seat near Monty, Harper pulled her knees up on the chair and hugged them to her chest. She looked out the windows in front of them, into the vastness of space that at one point, a million years ago, had been the only real view she got. "We're doing the right thing," she said, but it was as much for Monty's benefit as her own. --- Tag: Monty Green
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Post by Harper McIntyre on Nov 22, 2018 3:22:16 GMT
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Post by Harper McIntyre on Nov 22, 2018 3:21:29 GMT
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Post by Harper McIntyre on Oct 1, 2017 23:46:40 GMT
"Whatever the hell we want," Harper agreed before taking her drink, the old phrase feeling pretty nice on her tongue. It had been Bellamy's mantra when they landed, and she had taken to it eagerly. In those early moments, landing on the ground had felt like a release from everything her past life had been. She would have loved to live in that early bliss a little bit longer, before the real life on the ground came crashing down on all of them. Now, they just got a little resurgence. What was the harm in that? Setting her cup back down, Harper continued to lean against the bar as Bellamy went on. "Back at ya," she replied, enjoying this lighter side of him even if it was temporary. All of this was temporary, and she knew that in the back of her mind, but it was no reason to enjoy it any less. "And I don't know, I liked that guy. He could still keep everyone together, and he wasn't so doom and gloom. It's the end of the world again, but sometimes I wish we didn't have to be so damn serious about it." It was exhausting, always having to struggle just to keep alive. Nearby, someone turned up the music a bit as a few more stragglers joined the party. It was such a crazy sight to see people enjoying themselves, enjoying one another. Even up in the Ark, when life was comparably simple, it felt like there was barely time for this. Or maybe that was just a skewed vision of having been imprisoned. Whatever it was, the mood of everyone was contagious and there was no reason no to catch it. "Speaking of the opposite of doom and gloom," she began with a grin, raising her voice a little over the music, "I saw you left with Bree last night. Not bad, Bell. I haven't seen you with anyone since..." She paused, remembering exactly who the last girl Bellamy had been with. Gina. That was not a road they wanted to go down at a time like this. So, she quickly continued in an effort to cover it up. "Well, I guess I shouldn't been been surprised to see you back then."
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Post by Harper McIntyre on Oct 1, 2017 23:21:17 GMT
"I know!" Harper shot back, "but they deserve to try to live!" Nobody chooses to die, but to have that death chosen for them by someone else based on statistics or something else crazy was just wrong. She herself was ousted because she had a chance of getting sick like her dad. A chance. It might never happen, and she might spend the rest of her life in great health. And if she did get sick? Would everyone hate her for stealing a spot away from a healthy person? But it came down to not knowing, and that chance was sealing her doom as far as Clarke was concerned. Clarke went on, and as she spoke, she seemed to address the very thing in Harper's mind: the medical record. The chance. But the rest, the essential people... well, sure. They needed to survive, and to do that they needed skilled people. Harper couldn't argue with that logic. But letting one person make all the calls on the lives of all of them was wrong on so many levels. It didn't matter how many people had asked Clarke to make that list. In the end, she'd made it alone - except for her own name, of course. "Yeah," she said when Clarke was finished, not afraid to agree with Clarke's guess. People had died for and by Clarke, though Harper had still supported her before. Now though? "No, I wouldn't want to make that list. There shouldn't be a list. There has to be a better way, and maybe if you'd talked to your friends instead of taking it on alone like you always do, we would have found it." She let out a breath. It was probably useless to say much with the list done, other than knowing she'd be on the side that made sure it never came to that list. "Whatever. I've got things to do before that death you've doomed me to comes, so I better get on it." She didn't know what she'd actually do, since continuing to help on the Ark seemed almost ridiculous, but she didn't know what else to say to Clark. She turned and began to walk away.
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Post by Harper McIntyre on Sept 26, 2017 2:14:36 GMT
Harper hated how her words must have made him feel, and could see that hurt even though he was trying to cover it. But it had to be true, if she was here, if she still felt like this. "I guess so," she responded to his words, her eyes anywhere but him. Maybe it was for the best. She didn't want him to get his hopes up that he could somehow save her, and maybe hurting him now would give him the strength he needed to leave before it was too late. Maybe then he wouldn't expect anything out of whatever time they had remaining there, and so she wouldn't either.
Monty laughed, and the sound of it made Harper smile. He might not have totally accepted her attempt to change topic and mood, but he was trying. "It was a really good day," she agreed, remembering that brief moment of bliss before the reality of Earth came crashing down on them. Everything about that day felt like a dream, too perfect to have actually existed. There weren't many moments like that in her life.
Harper was a little disappointed when Monty didn't exactly come up with something for them to do, but he was sweet even in that. How was it he could still say things like that, after what she'd said to him? She was teetering between pushing him away and pulling him closer. She'd tried the former, and now found herself going to the latter. She moved closer and kissed him, both because it seemed like the thing to do here and because she wanted to. Her arms wrapped around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. She tried to take in the feel, smell, and taste of him as she did so, the kiss gentle but lingering. Monty's presence here might be confusing, and she probably should be trying to keep her distance more than anything else... but it was still Monty.
When Harper pulled back, she kept her face close to his. "I have a few ideas about how we can spend the time until you have to go," she said softly, her smile suggestive. Bad idea? Probably, but that's what also made it good. That stuff had always been so easy between them, and maybe it could take away some of the gravity of their life and death situation.
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Post by Harper McIntyre on Jun 20, 2017 3:00:56 GMT
Harper actually flinched at Clarke's response to her first question. How could the other girl so easily dismiss her? She had given everything she could to the survival of their people, and in the end, it didn't matter enough to Clarke. Neither did anything Monty had done, and Riley seemed to have only survived being a prisoner so he could die at Clarke's hand. If Monty hadn't found the list, Harper wouldn't have had any idea until it was too late. Despite asking the question, she was sure that Clarke wouldn't have told everyone until the death wave was coming and she could hope that there was no time for arguing. "Do you really care if it does happen? You're safe," Harper spat in response to Clarke's going on about how she didn't want it to happen. Clarke didn't have room to talk about how painful it was when she was guaranteed a spot on the inside if this ended up their only option. Maybe they'd find some other plan, but they didn't have long. Restoring the Ark could be their only hope. What gave Clarke the right to make the decision on the importance of each human life in Arkadia? Even if only a hundred could live and every person on that list was a good candidate for their survival, what did that leave the rest of them who never got a choice?"What does that even mean?" Harper asked when Clarke was done. "We all want easier, but if the Ark is our only hope in the end, you're not giving any of us a choice. You've decided to kill us. And if you told us at the very end, do you think we wouldn't fight? This all would just happen then. I thought you were different than Jaha was, but I guess I was wrong."
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Post by Harper McIntyre on Jun 20, 2017 2:22:41 GMT
Harper just shook her head when Monty argued back. He had no idea how this felt, the pain and fear inside of her so worn out that it was turning to apathy. Everything had been about survival, since their very first step on the ground, and she didn't want to fight to live just to die tomorrow."Don't," she warned as he continued trying to make the case for how important it was to live. She really didn't want to hear his arguments now and his disappointment in her. Maybe coming over here to talk to him wasn't such a great idea, a thought that was furthered when he told her that he loved her. He just put it out there like some truth obvious to both of them. At one time, she would have loved to hear it, but now it only seemed to hurt."It's not enough," she told him, anger starting to creep into her voice. "Just don't, Monty. It's my decision to be here and I don't want to talk about this anymore. If you had been enough, I would have left with everyone else." Harper regretted the words almost as soon as she'd said them, but she didn't - couldn't - take them back. Of course she cared about Monty, he was the last person she really did care about, but it wasn't enough. He shouldn't have stayed. If this was the only thing he would talk about with her, then she would just rejoin the party and try not to think about him. Wasted enough, she'd probably be able to accomplish that just fine. If he hadn't accepted the cup she offered - and the change of topic - she wouldn't have stuck around any longer.
Harper watched Monty drink, both relieved and... something else. She couldn't just feel happy that he was giving in to it, even if just for the moment, but she'd have to at least pretend to. It was the only thing that made sense - he'd done what she wanted. But what if she was starting to change his mind? She pushed the thought away and took the cup when he handed it back, taking another sip herself before letting it rest on her lap. "Yeah," she agreed. It did feel like they'd been on the ground longer than she'd ever been on the Ark. "We haven't come so far, though." She gestured to the others. "I mean, we kinda missed this whole stage when they locked us up and then sent us to the ground to die." Harper half smiled, then suddenly set her cup on the floor and stood up. She took both of Monty's hands in hers and tried to pull him to standing too, her smile widening. "Let's take advantage of it. What do you want to do before the end of the world?" She raised her eyebrows, hoping he'd take the bait and come up with a good distraction for both of them.
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Post by Harper McIntyre on Jun 6, 2017 15:36:26 GMT
Like many other Arkadians in the yard that day, Harper had stood in disbelief as Monty read off the list of people who would actually be saved by all this work on the Ark. One hundred people - less than a fourth of their current numbers. It was life on the Ark in space all over again, except instead of sending a hundred kids down to the earth to possibly die, over three hundred would be sentenced to an assured death. And the fate of those who lived was decided by Clarke - at least until Jaha had spoken up.
Many people had gone back to work, hoping to earn one of the slots in Jaha's lottery, but Harper couldn't go back to work just yet. She wasn't so easily convinced that Jaha's word on the matter was final - few people had accepted his leaderships since they were still in space. Here on the ground, it was Clarke everyone listened to. It was her they followed, and when the time came to close the door, Abby, Kane, Bellamy, and the rest would back her decision. And what if she wanted to stick by this list she had created?
Harper wasn't on the list. Neither was Monty, or Jasper, or so many others. She'd gotten over some of the initial shock of being told she wasn't necessary for humanity's further survival, but that didn't mean she wasn't angry. She searched the yard until her eyes landed on Clarke, sitting alone with the damn list in her hands. Harper moved through the remaining people until she came to a stop a few feet from the other blonde.
To her surprise, Clarke spoke before Harper got a chance. Her eyes glanced to the paper where, sure enough, Clarke Griffin was written in a handwriting far different than the rest of the names. Who had been there when she was making the list? There was a host of people who would have made sure Clarke made it onto her own list. "No one's going to let you take your name off, Clarke," Harper said honestly. Not anyone that mattered in decision making, anyway. She wasn't one of those, and even though Monty had clearly been angry by the list as well, he'd probably want Clarke on there too. "How can you just decide who dies? I haven't always been on your side, but I've fought for our people too. And you were planning to lock me out here when the death wave comes?" She waved to the yard around them, which before too long would be a radioactive wasteland. "When were you going to tell everyone? When it was time to close the doors?"
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Post by Harper McIntyre on Jun 4, 2017 16:30:10 GMT
"Yeah… Well, you chose wrong." Harper grit her teeth a bit as she continued watching the others. Monty dismissed her choice so easily, with a shrug and that... disappointment. She hated that - the disappointment, and the fact that he was disapointed in her. Somehow, when she had listened to him speak before he was supposed to be leaving for Polis, that disappointment had made it easier. She'd let people down already, so it wasn't surprising she let down one more. It really meant she deserved to stay here. Now that he was still here, did that change things? It felt like his disappointment was harder to bear, especially when everything and everyone else around her was carefree. The others had fully embraced the path ahead, and she wanted to. But his presence complicated everything."Things change, Monty," Harper found herself saying, as Monty again told her she was a fighter. "I changed. Do you really think we're going to be able to just walk into that bunker and live happily ever after? There's always a fight and I... I just can't do it anymore." Things were better here. She wasn't throwing anything away, like he said she was. She was choosing something for herself - and when was the last time she'd really done that? Actually, she knew the answer to that one, and he was sitting next to her. She hadn't regretted that choice, although it had led to him being here, now, hoping she would change her mind.
Harper rolled her eyes a bit when he reminded her she had a driver, though she smiled a little too. She'd already tried to kill his optimism, and there it still was. It was good, because it meant he was still here, and bad for the exact same reason. She wanted to move past that for now, though. She was here to enjoy the rest of her short life, and she didn't want to weigh it all down with these heavy topics. So when he accepted her drink, her smile grew. "See, not so bad," she teased.
Harper leaned back against the chair, letting him have as much of it as he wanted. She could feel the effects of the drink enough to last her for a bit now. She reached over and took Monty's free hand, threading her fingers through his. "It's kind of like the beginning," she said, glancing back to the others for a moment with a smile still on her face. "Back before we knew what was down here. Whatever the hell we want."
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Post by Harper McIntyre on May 27, 2017 3:45:50 GMT
Maybe Harper really had at least suspected why Monty stayed, and that's why his answer angered her more than brought her guilt. Was there ever a time when he could just accept things for the way they were? When he he wasn't so damn sure that people were good and would do the right thing? She couldn't remember a time in which Monty didn't have hope, where he ever gave up. It was one of the things she liked so much about him, but right now it was infuriating. She wanted him here, with her, but she didn't want him dying because he thought he could save her and Jasper. "We chose this," she said, glancing back to her fellow partyers for a moment. Jasper had joined the group, and they seemed to be starting up some sort of drinking game. "We're not going anywhere." She felt certain of that - or at least, she was going to make herself certain of it. Everyone else here knew it, and this was it. The end. She'd been so naive when she'd thought she could always keep fighting. People were dying even when she fought to survive, so what was the point?
Harper looked back at Monty as he answered her second question. "I'm not going to need a driver," she reminded him, probably uselessly. If she changed her mind right now, she didn't doubt that he'd run and start getting the rover ready. She didn't want to change her mind though, and she didn't want him to change her mind. He could probably do it too, and that was why she probably shouldn't be talking to him. But she couldn't help it. He was here and that was still important, whether or not it was a good thing he'd stayed.
Monty gestured to the seat next to him, and she hesitated a moment before sitting. She'd already made her way over here, and there was no use pretending she was just checking up on him before rejoining the party - even if that's what she told herself when she walked over, and even if he never got it. "We've still got a few days," she said, trying to stick to the subject with better grounding. She offered her cup to him and raised her eyebrows. "Are you determined not to enjoy any of it?"
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Post by Harper McIntyre on May 26, 2017 13:54:04 GMT
Today, being here was the only thing that made sense. For a little while, she didn't have to think about Louis' death or the seventeen others that died with him. She didn't have to think about how hopeless the future was, and how everyone was running out of time. It was why she came back against today - it was nice to feel good when the world was so shitty. Hearing a voice beside her, Harper turned to see Bellamy. So he was here for another round too. Maybe she wasn't so weak then for wanting this like she'd thought this morning when she woke up. Maybe everyone needed a break, something to take their mind off this doomed world. She smiled back at him, enjoying how nice it was to see his seriousness gone for a moment. "Recovered, and ready for the next round," she agreed. Turning her attention back to the bar for a moment, her eyes searched for a clean cup. She grabbed one, turning it over for a quick inspection. It was about as clean as her cup had been, so it would do. "I was wondering if he was still in there, that guy who first landed down here," Harper said as she poured some of the tea into this new cup. She handed it over to him, then picked up her own cup as she leaned against the bar. "At least not everything changes, even when the world goes to hell." She raised her cup in an attempt to clink it against his, then took a drink.
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Post by Harper McIntyre on May 25, 2017 23:48:59 GMT
The music was up, the drinks were flowing, and Harper McIntyre was doing everything she could to forget about the world beyond this single room. Everyone else had left hours ago to go live in an underground bunker for five years, suffering together and trapped. Trapped - just like they had been in the Ark. She'd tried to pack and go with them all. Really, she had. But standing in her room, imagining years of cold metal and no sun, living with the images in her mind of Louis and the other people she couldn't save or the ones she had killed - she couldn't. She couldn't go back to being trapped, even if the bunker somehow was this miracle stronghold, and she was done. She was done with everything. They were all going to die anyway, and at least this way, she'd get to choose how she went out. Harper laughed with everyone else and took another sip of her drink. When she lowered the cup, her eyes caught Monty. He was sitting beyond the group, watching. His eyes met hers for a moment and she quickly looked away, pretending to be into the story Riley was telling next to her. Seeing Monty here twisted her in two different directions. Selfishly, she was glad that he'd stayed. She didn't want to be alone even though this had been her choice. She wanted his face to be the last one she saw, to hold his hand at the end and let herself be comforted by the very fact that he was next to her. But the initial joy of seeing him again after she thought he was already gone was wearing off. He shouldn't be here. Monty should have left with the others for the bunker, where at least he had a chance of living. Here, there wasn't one - and everyone knew it. In a few days, all of this would be over, and if Monty was still here then... "I have to pee," she announced suddenly, eliciting a laugh or two from the group. She stood up from her place on the ground, cup in hand. She started along the bar, making toward the bathroom even though it had just been an excuse. Mostly, she'd just needed to get up. Harper glanced back to where Monty had been. He was still there. She stopped to lean against the bar, watching him for a minute, then decided what's the use? Everything will be over in a few days. She lifted Jasper's pitcher, poured a little more into her cup, and made her way over to him. "Why are you still here, Monty?" she asked him, stopping a few feet away from him to lean against the wall. "And why are you not drunk?" She smiled a little, as if that were the real question and this wasn't a serious conversation. She should be having zero serious conversations in these last days of her life, but she couldn't help it - she had to know.
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