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Post by Bree on May 19, 2018 3:31:30 GMT
“As far as I know, the only exit is the entrance. And frankly, I’ve never seen it.” Bree tried to ignore the girl as she threw up, and brushed off the urge to join her. She couldn’t stand this room - the loud bangs, the deep growls, the screams, and the awful smells that lingered around them. She wanted to get out, especially now after seeing this torture chamber. Bree cringed at the possibility of getting caught then being forced to join the Grounders all caged up as punishment - a way to silence what she now knows about the Mountain Men.
“I don’t know how to get out of the mountain. All I know is how to navigate within it and even then, I don't know much.” Bree looked at the door she just entered through, imagining the small hallways that leads to her medical room. “I can get you out of this room and maybe to somewhere safe. Well, safe for now.”
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Post by Bree on May 19, 2018 3:18:53 GMT
“Hey, lighten up,” Bree chuckled under her breath. “People were right to call you a buzzkill.” She crossed her arms over her chest while examining the girl. The red and blistery scars that covered her skin frightened Bree just a little. Was it really so terrible out there? She didn’t think much of what Clarke had warned. So what if she couldn’t go outside. Hours ago, she was ready to die. What has changed now? Other than the fact that she was - apparently - trapped inside this strange place with a girl she wouldn’t normally associate with.
“If I can’t survive, all the better for you then, right? Isn't that how you guys operate?”
Maybe she didn’t realize it yet, but Bree was responding out of anxiety. To avoid the fears taunting her brain, she kept herself busy, moving around in small steps around the lab. She looked at everything: the computers, the pristine glass, the subtle signs of human activity. She wondered who had been here, for how long, and why. Life back at camp was mostly just a blur of dizzy, happy moments. Bree couldn’t help but feel confused by her surroundings.
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Post by Bree on May 9, 2018 3:06:43 GMT
“It’s saying something that I shouldn’t repeat,” Bree laughed with a playful wink. Her hand felt warm inside his, and she allowed herself to be completely present. She admired him simply for his charm, but she wondered if there was something deeper to him. She didn’t know much about his story or even much about his personality. She did, however, know a lot about his intimate side. The air was warm outside with a cool breeze that rattled the leaves of the trees surrounding them. She walked with the boy, paying mind to the rocks and curves of the forest floor. The drugs in her system were debilitating her ability to walk straight, so she held on tighter to his strong hand.
“I can’t say the same for you,” Bree only teased, yet there was an ounce of bitterness to her words. She couldn’t help but feel a tad bit left behind when Bellamy seemingly climbed the social ladder of the delinquents. She was surprised to see him here at all. The world was crumbling around them. Did he have a moment to spare? A moment with her of all people, nonetheless. Bree led them to a shady spot a few hundred feet from the loud building. There were groups and couples spread across the forest, talking, laughing, drinking. She found a tree secluded from the rest of the chatter and sat with her back against it, looking over at the boy. “So what’s it like? Being the hero?”
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Post by Bree on Apr 20, 2018 18:41:28 GMT
Bree couldn't help but laugh. “Have you seen this place? There's no way out.” Not only was she unsure of the stranger, but she was unsure of her own people. They didn't necessarily care for or need Bree. Why was she risking her safety in Mount Weather to save the others? As she pondered her next move, she couldn't help but notice how pale the girl had gotten. The monitor showed her slowing heartbeat and it gave Bree a headache to even imagine being hanged upside down for so long. With a deep exhale, and regret, she shut off the voice in her head and began ripping the tubes and wires that hang from the girls body. The monitors began to flatline and there was no turning back. Bree struggled to unhinge the stranger’s feet from the rope above. The mental clock was ticking fast and she became hyperaware of every tiny noise. Once, she thought she heard footsteps near the door, but dismissed it as paranoia. After a while of fumbling with the ropes, the stranger fell to the floor. Malia |
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Post by Bree on Apr 20, 2018 16:53:12 GMT
“What the hell are you talking about?” Bree didn't care much for the girl to begin with, and her accusations weren't helping. She shook her head in confusion and stood to walk away, leaving this mess behind. It took her a moment before she realized she must have been mistaken for a Mount Weather citizen, looking down at her clean white clothes and neatly braided hair. Bree cursed to herself, owing the girl an apology but refusing to give one. She knelt back down.
“I'm from the Ark,” she assured the stranger. “If you even know what that means.” Bree felt a rare sense of fear pour over her body as the grounders continued to rattle in their cages behind her. She wanted out. “Look, just tell me everything you know. I have to get out of here before they notice I'm gone.”
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Post by Bree on Apr 20, 2018 13:49:57 GMT
Bree shielded her face at the girl’s attempt to shove her away. “Calm down,” she ordered in annoyance more than reassurance. She understood it must be scary for the girl, seemingly confused about the situation, but so was Bree. “And before you get any ideas, I'm not here to help you.” Bree stood up and walked around the girl, examining her exhausted body. She had bruises and scars littered across her skin. She didn't go down without a fight. “I need you to tell me what they're doing to you,” Bree whispered. From the moment she stepped into this room, she couldn't shake the feeling that the she herself was in danger. She always sensed something was off with the Mountain Men. They appeared too happy, too carefree, too trusting of the 48 to be considered normal. If Bree knew one thing, it's that nobody is nice without expecting something in return. “Start by telling me who did this to you.” Malia (Sorry for the formatting, I'm at work and on mobile! I'll fix it later.) |
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Post by Bree on Apr 20, 2018 3:20:01 GMT
Bree paused at the discovery: the girl was alive, her pulse beating fast as her body hang limp, swaying gently. Bree snapped her hand back, unsure of what to do next, suddenly disturbed at the situation. Again, she looked up at the door - now closed - and could picture herself running out and never turning back. Just then, the girl’s eyelid barely twitched. Bree waited one painfully slow moment for the girl to wake up, but she never did. Glancing around, Bree noticed the monitors detecting her heartbeat and vitals. She wondered how long the girl had been down here, where she came from, and most importantly why? Across from the screens stood a wheeled metal table carrying various vials of medicines, needles, and antiseptic. Bree stood and examined the contents. Painkillers. She pocketed them. And a needle full of epinephrine. She rolled the cylinder around in her soft hands, wondering if it would be enough to jumpstart the girl’s conscious.
The vitals on the screen began to pick up speed. The girl was breathing harder, faster. With no more than a second of thought, Bree uncapped the pen, revealing the sharp needle. She walked over to the girl and aimed at her thigh, sending the needle into her leg like a dagger. The girl’s body shook awake. Immediately, Bree dropped the needle, letting it smash into the concrete floor, and knelt down to face the stranger.
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Post by Bree on Apr 19, 2018 22:54:24 GMT
Bree was just searching for the source of the sounds: the rattling metal, the deep grunts, and even a scream or two. What it led her to was too much for her to handle. All she could see in the dark room were bodies tucked far into cages, bloody hands shaking the metal bars, and glossy eyes staring right at her. They were grounders. And they looked more helpless than she could have ever imagined.
Immediately she knew she stumbled into something she wasn’t supposed to see. She wanted to turn around, go straight out the door, and never come back to this horrible room. And she would have - pretended it never happened - if it weren’t for the lifeless girl that hung in front of her: upside down, hooked up to machines, the color drained from her thin body. She could have sworn she saw the girl twitch.
For a minute, Bree debated running away back to her hospital room and forgetting all this existed. For all she knew, she could be messed up on pain pills. The idea comforted her. But she could not bring herself to abandon this girl hanging from the ceiling. She cursed under her breath, annoyed at herself for caring, before tiptoeing around to see her face. She had soft features, pale skin, and long hair that caressed the floor. She knelt down, cautious of her injured ankle, and pressed two fingers to the girls neck, checking for a pulse. Part of her wished there wouldn’t be one.
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Post by Bree on Apr 18, 2018 2:50:15 GMT
Bree took comfort in their bodies pressed close together, a vaguely familiar soul she once shared an intimate moment with. Before Bellamy arrived, she had spent the day drinking and taking whichever concoction of herbs Jasper handed her. Why not? She’d be dead in days anyway. The dangerous mix of substances swirled around in her empty head and she let loose, moving her hips with his, caressing her light hand across his skin. It was pure euphoria - the sensation she always sought at the end of a bottle or vial of pills. And she was sharing it with good company, good music, and with no care in the world. This is what she was best at.
“It’s a shame,” she whispered back to him. “Your body has a lot to say - you should let it.”
Bree smiled up at him, searching his eyes for any secrets. They were too dark and too deep to read, but one thing was certain. He looked happy. She glanced around them at the moving crowd before cocking her head toward the door that led outside, a spill of sunlight seeping through the cracks illuminating a small corner of the large room. “Let’s get some fresh air,” she suggested with a grin, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the exit. "We have a lot of catching up to do."
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Post by Bree on Apr 17, 2018 21:04:17 GMT
Bree, near terrified - although she’d never admit it - stood shocked in the white lab. It was nothing like she had ever seen and she felt terribly out of place in her muddy, sweat-stained jeans and tank. She felt alone. More alone than she ever had, even worse than the years spent in her prison cell. Bree walked aimlessly, searching for the others, hoping they were hiding somewhere. But her heart sank with the supposition that she had been left behind. Too late.
That is, until the door swung open with a heavy crash and a body fell coughing on the white tile floor. Bree turned on her heels, fear and relief washing over her tired body, as she fixed her vision on the person - a girl, blonde hair, familiar. Clarke. She stepped toward the girl, listening to her fears come true at her words. The others were gone. Suddenly she wished she had stayed behind at the party, tried one last time, just one more dose.
“Clarke Griffin…” Bree lingered on the name, kneeling down to face the girl who struggled to sit up. She looked at her, seemingly hopeless, although fully aware that Clarke was anything but. “A moment of weakness,” Bree teased. “I never thought I’d see that from you.” She put a hand out, offering to help Clarke up. “Can’t say I’m surprised to see you; the universe has been testing my patience lately.”
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Post by Bree on Apr 3, 2018 4:32:26 GMT
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name:. Bree Knight .:Nick Name:. N/A .:Affiliation:. Arker,; Delinquents .:Age:. 17 (S1-4)
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.:Physical Appearance:. Bree has a slim build with long blonde hair that sits wavy at mid-torso length. She usually styles her hair with a small ponytail set in the middle of her crown while the rest lays flat over her shoulders. Her eyes are hazel and wide, set under thick brown eyebrows. Her light skin turns olive after hours in the sun. Bree has a heart-shaped face with pronounced cheek bones and contour. Her lips are supple and - apart from her eyebrows - are her more flirtatious feature. She enjoys using her facial expressions as a way of teasing men. Bree prefers to wear less clothes than most. Her usual attire consists of tight shorts or skinny jeans with a small fitting tank top that cuts off just above her belly button.
.:Height:.5’5”
.:Portrayed by:. Alyson Bath
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.:Personality:. Bree is a flirty, outgoing girl who is not afraid to take risks to get what she wants. Since she is rarely ever rejected, she takes rejection rather harshly, but doesn’t let it stop her from trying with someone else. She knows her worth and never struggles with self-image, but she always struggles with self-hate. Since her mother's passing, Bree often finds herself using people, men, and drugs as a way to distract herself from feeling lonely. Bree can sometimes be rude or brash and is always brutally honest even in inappropriate times. This stems from her tough relationship with her father. She will sometimes even pick a fight for the fun of it - or more likely, to make herself feel bigger and better. While she never really exceeded in school, Bree is rather smart when it comes to people. She can usually get a good read on a person's body language and tone while speaking. While she puts up a front of not caring about people, she truly does care for a small few. She even takes this caring tendency to an overwhelming level. Since she feels like her mother has been ripped away from her, she wants to fill that spot for someone else.
.:Special Skills:. Bree is extremely talkative and social. She gets a rush out of having a good conversation and could talk for hours without tiring. Bree uses her charisma and appearance to gain the attention of men, and sometimes women, as if it’s almost a game. Way underneath that facade lies a girl who just wants to feel okay with herself. While she rarely admits it, what she truly wants is someone who sticks around for once.
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.:Birthplace:.The Ark
.:Family:.Father - Roland Knight, age 50, deceased (after crashing while trying to get to ground); Mother - Daisy Knight, age 43, deceased (floated for stealing)
.:Occupation:. Bree was imprisoned before working on the Ark. On the ground, she helped out a bit gathering food for the 100.
.:History:. Bree lived in a single parent family after her mother was caught stealing and selling morphine, then floated when Bree was only 15 years old. Prior to this, her childhood was generally blissful and easy-going. She was popular and liked among her peers on the Ark and managed to do okay in school. It wasn’t until her father began abusing her mother that her life took a dark turn. The first time she witnessed her father abuse her mother, she had no other choice but to leave their unit in hopes of finding a distraction. She soon turned to alcohol and any drugs she could manage to find to deal with the pain of her father’s wrath. Bree’s performance at school began to dwindle with her use of drugs. Then, when her mother was executed, she wanted nothing more than to escape her father. The thought of living with him alone - without her mother’s protection - made her so sick that she formulated a plan to get arrested and live in prison. Instead of carefully managing to steal doses of drugs, she purposely got caught with marijuana, hoping that it was small enough of a crime so that she wouldn’t be executed after review at 18. In prison, she struggled with withdrawals and lack of sociability. The alone time forced her to think about her mother, her father, and her rocky past. When the 100 were sent to the ground, she was relieved to be out of her own head and into the social life she always enjoyed. The ground was generally easy for her, since men who were attracted to her catered to her every need. Bree never went to sleep hungry and frequently enjoyed alcohol, partying, and sex. When she was living at Mount Weather - while it was comfortable - it reminded her of prison. She yearned for the outdoors once again.
Currently, she is safe (AU in which she doesn’t commit suicide with Jasper in Season 4) and living in the bunker during Praimfaya.
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.:Name or Online Alias:. Bree .:How Did You Find Us:. Google search
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