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Post by Thalia Tait on Nov 13, 2017 6:30:12 GMT
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Post by Thalia Tait on Nov 2, 2017 1:57:06 GMT
| ~ • ~ | Character Basics | ~ • ~ |
.:Name:. Thalia Tait
.:Nick Name:. T-Squared
.:Affiliation:.The 100 (novel origins)
.:Age:. 17
.:Build:. Willowy, average height, lean, and soft, she has the build of someone from one of the poorer regions on the Ark. She didn't get much over the allotted UV ration, though her work helped get slightly above the proper nutrition. She is lean from work, carries more strength in her legs than in her arms and is rather dexterous, if clumsy on her feet.
| ~ • ~ | Appearance | ~ • ~ |
.:Physical Appearance:. She is pale and covered in light freckles with wane blue eyes. While everything about her is sunlight depraved, her dark hair is ash brown like tree bark in shadows and her smile is rather sunny, hiding any of her darker moods. Naturally her hair is wavy and was a bit shorter cut than most girls’ hair just because it was easier to deal with when worker and didn't require as much mantience. On the ground it is long and always looks wind blown, as if she never has time or put any thought to maintaining its care, which might be true since she is easily distracted and enjoys walking and running.
.:Height:. 5’5”
.:Portrayed by:. Kaya Scodelario
| ~ • ~ | Personality | ~ • ~ |
.:Personality:. Thalia is a mellow personality for the most part. She is rather good-natured, creative, cheerful, and a pretty intense romantic. But stress can take its toll on even the most optimistic personalities. Nightmares plague her sleep. Memories of her failure have scarred her confidence.
Small duties are fine for her dependable nature, but if it’s something that holds too much importance? She crumbles. She is not a leader. Thalia just cannot handle large responsibilities that involve people’s lives and it makes her feel guilty. Her creativity can be put to use and help others, but things like fights, heavy decisions, and tough choices? You better looks for someone else to help you first. Everyone else in camp might be a good place to look.
Beneath her well worn smiles is a bit of dark and more skittish person. She doesn't trust much of anyone, knowing most people would rather live for their own gain and betray even their closest friend to get what they want. She is torn between hating Arkers for their overdone heirarchy that never works, and Grounders for their savage brutality.
But she does try to be cheerful, even it she gets confused. If her father was around to support her, perhaps if anyone was around to support her, she would be far more optimistic than she truly is. And she wouldn't have to hide behind her smiles.
She is also deathly afraid of burning alive and drowning.
.:Special Skills:. She is pretty creative when it comes to patch work and sewing. She can also tell poisonous plants from edible ones…for the most part. Hey, her information is a bit out dated, what do you expect? Those books she glanced through never happen to mention 'after the world ended' plants. Also she has a creative streak in cooking. So, uh, watch out.
| ~ • ~ | History | ~ • ~ |
.:Birthplace:. The Ark (former Walden Zone resident)
.:Family:. Felmer Tait (father), Louisa Tait(mother, deceased)
.:Occupation:. Farmer in Training (former) Food Handler (present)
.:History:. She was born as most children on the Ark are born: from a married couple who were permitted to have a single child. Her mother was a seamstress and her father a farmer, which meant she’d either be one or the other. And in Walden it wasn’t so hard to fit her into training for the farmer job when there were already so many seamstresses. She would help her mother though, when her mother was alive. But everyone’s time comes. And her mother’s… Well, at least it was quick and painless.
And then her father got sick. The bad kind of sick. On the Ark it was uncommon for people to be ill and not contagious, but her father was. It could be cured by the Medical Center’s medicine, however the Council had to vote on whether or not it should be used to cure him. The Council decided to cure this one man, Thalia’s father, would be endanger the many. With limited medical supplies, they’d deemed his prospects too grim to be worth the resources. As a farmer, with his daughter so close to the age of becoming fully trained in a year or two in his own profession, it was decided by logic. The daughter could replace the father in time anyway. So why save a dying, expendable man?
Thalia couldn’t believe the cold-heart decision of the Council. Her father was loyal to the colony. He had never stepped out of line. He had always done everything he could to feed the colony. And this was how he was repaid? Thalia couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t bear to see him die. Not while there was medicine that could save him. She couldn’t watch him slowly die right in front of her.
So she tried, for the first time in her life, to go against the colony, to go against the Council. To steal the medicine that could save her father.
And she failed.
They caught her before she could even leave the Medical Center. Her father never got the medicine and underage Thalia was confined to the Sky Box.
With her birthday only a couple of months away, something odd happened. Guards started pulling prisoners out of their cells, strapping metal bracelets to their wrists. There was no explanation. They were simply escorted to a pod, strapped into their seats and forgotten about.
Earth. They were going to go home. Either that or die on a toxic green and blue planet their ancestors had so successfully ravaged.
The fall to Earth was harsh, landing harsher. Two kids died, though arguably due to their own stupidity. But when that door opened and the golden blinding sun passed over Thalia’s face… It was so incredible Thalia could help but cry.
If only her father could see it. But she might never really know if he was dead or alive.
{On the Ground}
She got burned when she tripped into a fire while trying to roast meat on a spit. Her hand and some of her arm was burn, but it is mostly discoloration. That was also how she met Clarke. She and the blonde healer were a bit distant, but Thalia has always respected the healer and admired her leadership skills.
Her first time meeting Bellamy was when he convinced her that skinning and preparing caught meat would be good for the camp. She accepted whole-heartedly and with enthusiasm. The two had a one time fling when she turned eighteen, but nothing more really ever became of it. She respects him too much to think anything could ever become more again.
{The Shooting Star Funeral}
Once in contact with Ark once more, Thalia found out that her father was one of the many that volunteered to die to give the Ark extra time. Angry and deeply depressed, she jumped into the river to try and drown herself. One of Bellamy's army pulled her from the river before she could drown or be eaten by the water snake. But from then on all of her smiles seemed to be a little more lack-luster.
{Inside the Mountain}
Inside, captured, in the dark belly of the mountain, Thalia's skepticism of adults and heirarchy turned into a bit of a paranoia. While most people enjoyed the pizza and cake and music and fine clothes, Thalia started to get creeped out with how much a Mountian kid named Garfeild kept following her around, 'just happening' to run into her over and over. He was nice enough, but just the feeling of being watched and running into him all the time started to make her think something really weird was going on.
Later on, when the Mountain Men started drilling into people, she never got drilled on, but escaped, leaving with the others and a whole new world of nightmares to add to her night terrors.
{The End of the Mountain People}
When the Arkers and Grounders had their momentary peace, Thalia helped log and record the food supplies and miscellaneous trinkets and object of the Mountain. She flipped through books while doing so and kept a few cookbooks and survival plant guides. She also played the piano and confronted Bellamy about their one-night stand. On shaky but common ground with the young militant, she agreed to forget their night together and try to always have his back, even if she disagreed with him.
{Political Unease in the Arker Camp)
Thalia was one of the few who didn't like any of the leaders struggling for power in the camp. All three men had proven themselves to be overly agressive and militant, not to mention Thalia believed all of them to be too greedy and in it for their own personal gain to be leaders. She was also angry at being demoted from the first Food Handler, down to a glorified helper and chore girl since she hadn't been a food hall worker on the Ark. Even though she knew more than the food hall workers, even taught them more about Earth style food, Thalia was bitter at being demoted due to her age. She said as much to Murphy when following him to entertain herself.
{Jaha's Travels}
Thalia was tempted but did not follow Jaha's.
{The Capital of the Grounders}
While more interested and a bit more trusting towards the Grounders (at least the Tree-people who had been at war with The 100, oddly enough), she did not travel to the capital nor close to any of the tribes villages. She did however meet a Grounder who used and alias and called himself 'Vine', while on a hunt of saffron. She actually learned the name of the plant from Vine and how to harvest it proper and use it on meat when stranded with the Grounder after they had a very child-like fight. This tension seemed to have been built from the chemistry they had together, and the two ended up sleeping together in the meadow. Vine escorted Thalia back to her path to camp and the two went their separate ways. He was seven years older than her.
{War Between the Many}
Thalia kept her head down for the most part, not really involving herself in any fights. Mostly sticking to looking out for number one, she became more reclusive and less exuberant than her former self. She began to trust people less and even started building up supplies for sneaking out on her own.
{City of Light Invades the Minds}
Thalia, before she could escape, was inducted to the City against her will, like many Arkers. When forced to choose between the City and Death, she chose the City. Her duties within the City were non-militant and most just information gathering.
{The City Falls}
When the way out was given, Thalia broke free with the many. After being freed, she aimed a more serious and cyclical personality. While the City made her feel safe and at peace, she recognized the falseness of it and feels torn between love and hate for missing it.
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Post by Thalia Tait on Nov 2, 2016 17:24:23 GMT
Thalia's wild dark hair was bouncing around her head, just as much as she was bouncing in her search for the ever elusive Monty Green. Turning on her heel when someone said her name, she looked rather surprised. After all she wasn't usually the person people went looking for. But her face lit up like the Ark during a holiday when she saw who had asked her name and caught up to her. Why if it was none other than the person she had been looking for!
"Monty Green!" she cheerfully chirped his name and lightly took his sleeves in her own hands, "Just the person I was looking for!" Down right delighted in finding him, she was beaming warmly, her eyes gleaming with excitement and her words bubbling up and past her lips with every breath. "I need you help, if you aren't too busy," she tugged on his sleeves in her excitement, then realizing that she was holding onto him, let go and laughed lightly. Putting her hands up, as if to proclaim no harm to him, she tipped her head to the side apologetically.
"Sorry," she smiled sheepishly, "I got a bit excited." She pushed her hands into her back pockets and rocked on her heels, her feet to energized to stay in one place. Tipping about, she grinned almost mischievously, down right pleased with her discovery of him and her very delicious plan. Well, hopefully it would be delicious. But with the two of them working together, how could it not be? Everyone knew how smart Monty was, with his knowledge of both plants and mechanisms. And she was always cooking meals and throwing things together to keep even their small rations tasting well and satisfying.
"I was hoping to enlist your help, Mister Monty," she said in a rather playfully teasing way, even throwing in a wink. It was all her energy from such bright prospects and all that running around, but who couldn't help but be just a bit more cheerful with all the light and bright colors of Earth around them? It also was an added bonus being around someone who probably had an appreciation for plants like she did. Not to mention all the thing the forest gave them. These were assumptions, of course, but she wanted to get along with someone who she could have more things in common to talk about with. And now she had a reason to talk to one of them! Today was going to be a good day. "I was hoping you could help me find ingredients to make bread!"
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Post by Thalia Tait on Nov 2, 2016 16:31:58 GMT
Thalia held her head with that hand in her hair and looked at Miller's great love. She just couldn't understand him, but that should be alright as long as the group could work as one. Perhaps she was taking things out on him a bit, throwing knives of words that were built up from stress and grief and anxiety... Perhaps it was unfair, but she still couldn't understand him. Maybe she should just let it go. It she tried not talking to him, maybe that could work too. She looked to the fire.
"Good," she nodded once when he said he could eat, getting up and brushing her hands on her pants, "We all will have to keep up our strength." Thalia went back over to the cooling little oven she had removed from the embers that had covered it. Putting up a hand to test the heat of it, she nodded once more, satisfied at its heat. Pulling off her jacket, she used it to pull the oven a bit farther away from the fire. Kneeling, still handling the small dutch oven with the protective cloth of her jacket, she separated the lid from the body. The gentle earth aroma of cooked veggies wafted through the air and her stomach tightened.
"Things are always better when you get to see another sunrise," she shrugged, then glancing up at him, "People are a little less tired, a little less stressed, a little further from the past, and a little closer to a promising future." She looked back down at the oven and smiled, standing going to her sack, pulling out her dagger and trowel. Leaves would have to do for plates. Going further out into the dark, she examined a few large leaves, clinging to their parent foliage as her handmade dagger gleamed in the firelight. Gently she cut off a several leaves, layering them on one another and returning to the little oven, still warming their meal.
Thalia knelt by the meal, taking up her jacket and using it to scrub her trowel. Dirt wouldn't kill them, but it certainly didn't taste good, and they didn't have the luxury of using several utensils for meals. So the same trowel that had helped supply for the meal, would have to serve well for dishing out the finished product. Finally, she placed a good sized portion on the a few layered leaves, standing to go and place it in his hands.
"'People like us'..." she smiled looking down at the meal she had made, "I suppose I mean 'people who'd die to find a better way to live'." With a small shrug and a smile, she went back to serve the others meals, finally settling for whatever was left in the oven for her own meal. It wasn't much, but she didn't eat much anyway. She could never really bring herself to eat a lot. Not when she was upset. And she had been upset for quite a long time...
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Post by Thalia Tait on Nov 2, 2016 16:04:20 GMT
Thalia looked at Murphy, his face covered in mud and blood, his throat bruised and lined. He was so angry and he must feel every thorn of pain stinging with betrayal. She knew that she would if she were in his place. True, he wasn't the easiest person to get along with, and he could be rather mean, but in the same sense all of his outbursts before had reminded her of those a child might have. A child who was angry with what little concern they had been given and so acted out to gain the attention they craved.
This was probably just her silly interpretation, but he hadn't ever hurt anyone to her accounts. He hadn't ever tried to severely hurt anyone, just try to make them respect him. Yes, he might go about it in the wrong way, but he didn't deserve to be hanged for it. But how was she going to make him understand that she was on his side? That she was trying to work in his best interest and keep him from being labeled, quite unfairly, the antagonist in all of this.
He was wounded, betrayed and angry. All claws were out to defend himself and seek retribution. But where would a path like that lead him? Alone and hurting. Thalia looked up at him, eyes swimming with decisions to be made. But then they glided down to the blood on his cheek, the impression on his mouth from the gag, and finally resting on his neck. "Yes, they hanged you," her fingers twitched by her side, as if wanting to go to the tender place there and soothe it in anyway possible, to stay off the angry swelling injury, "And it is a very good thing that they failed. I am extremely glad they failed."
Not even a bitter smirk could dissuade her though, being as stubborn as she was. "What they tried to do wasn't any kind of justice, but pure cruelty," her voice was cooling salve to the festering tension in the air, "And no matter how many of them are punished, it won't ever be enough to make up for their actions. There is no getting rid of the guilt that they tried to kill someone innocent." Her hand did go up this time, her brows knitting with a troubled hesitation. The more he yelled to more worried she got. The feverish anger could only keep him going for so long. So...Thalia nodded once as if finalizing her decision. If no one would admit their wrong doing and show him compassion, she would. He was a victim to cruelty that came from fear and stress. Well, she would try to what she could for him then, no matter how much his bared his teeth and growled out warnings. Thalia would stand by him.
"If you insist on staying here, so will I," she lowered her hand without ever touching him, the viciousness on his face being met with a sheepish and warm smile, "But you won't be screaming or shouting! I'm going to plaster salve on your wounds and you are going to be treated. The very least I can do is make sure the innocent party gets treated properly."
The dark haired girl chuckled. " Bellamy, Clarke, all these guys," she gestured to everyone behind her, " They're idiots." More than a few faces twisted in reproach and offense, but this was Thalia. Not many people could take too much of what she said to heart. She was always they type to forgive and forget a little too easily. "Why put on a show for them?" She shrugged, "It's not like the kid has anywhere else to go. Out there are Grounders; no body would run away with her. She's cornered. Just take a bit to get yourself looked at and feeling better, then we can deal out proper Justice. Let it be done after we make sure you're not going to pass out."
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Post by Thalia Tait on Oct 29, 2016 1:47:15 GMT
Thalia was still marveling at the difference that temperature. In the ark it was either humid from the farming sections, cold from the lower section in Agro station or just neither which way like in the communal areas. But here... In the sun, she felt the caressing warmth cross over her, soothing her muscles. In the shade, it was the tendril of a slightly crisp chill, to refresh the flushed face from all the kisses of the sun. And when the wind blew... Perfection.
It was the light and all the color and sensations that had her love drunk on Earth still. She would brush her fingertips over the lazy leaning leaves or tenderly roll the supple steams of plants ever now and then. And when she wasn't doing that, she'd put a hand out and watch as light filtered through her fingers, the dancing rays in ash and smoke of the fire. And then the sun went down and she was alone. Nighttime reminded her too much of the glimpses of space from out of Ark windows, all cold inky shadows and darkness swallowing up any color.
But oh the fire! Fire was entrancing! Not only did it leap and dance magnificently, but it put of the warmest kind of heat she had ever felt in her entire life. The sun was soothing, but fire was a true comfort somehow. The flames slowly nibbling on wood and anything else it was fed crackled delightfully and sent up lazy slow sparks, like slowly drifting stars. And the embers... They were more magnificent than any gem or stone, their rouge always changing its glow with each pirouetting flame.
A voice broke through her dazed and dreaming thoughts. Two hands, slender and well looked after, were illuminated by the fire. Following up their cousin arms, slender supports of those hands seemed to be attached to a very bubbly girl. Thalia looked at her for a moment, wondering how she would compare the differences between Earth cold and Ark cold to be so. But the girl's smile was returned after some hesitation, and her eyes flickered down to the offered hand. An offered hand that then seemed to recover and brush dust off her jacket. Thalia turned a bit red and looked back at the fire.
"Nice to meet you!" Her voice was usually soft and faded, much like the rest of her, but sparked a bit more to life with all the wonder and excitement of being on the ground. "I'm Thalia." Looking to the other girl once more, she smiled her low and honeyed smile. It was gentle and warm, but somehow sought to be comforting or understanding. Not a common smile among delinquents usually, but then again, everyone here was suppose to be a criminal... Not that it felt that way though. Rather interesting how many people her age were put in the Sky Box for banal or other wise common and mundane offenses...
"So, better than the view from the Sky box, right?" she tipped her head up to look at the star studded sky, "I do like the sun and blue sky better though..."
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Post by Thalia Tait on Oct 29, 2016 0:45:48 GMT
John MurphyThalia pushed her hair behind her ear as she frowned. She had mixed and she had crushed and she had kneaded, but nothing was helping. Dinner was going to be an utter bust if she wasn't allowed to go out and find more flavorful ingredients to make the root vegetable taste less like dirt and the bread less like seeds and soil. No going outside of the camp till the walls were built? She scoffed to herself. The hunters were always going out of the Dropship encampment. Yes it made sense, Thalia supposed, brushing the back of her hand over her forehead. Those nightmare creatures on two legs were out there and willing to kill. But who'd waste a spear on some dirt digging food handler? It wasn't like her job was all that hard. It was just more convenient for everyone if she took care of cooking all the large meals, taking care to monitor and watch over the edibles, and gather the veggies for those said meals, since she liked digging about for them so much. Everyone had a job to do. And with Bellamy and his closer followers to back him up running things, well, everyone either did their work or accepted the consequences. Thalia's eyes slide over to a few of bullies in the pack. They were pushing people to work faster, work hard and nearly driving everyone into the ground. Not to mention, they had tried to pull that stunt with the food for the bracelets. Thank the stars Finn had put an end to that. Of course the mood was dampened by an ever suffering Jasper, fighting for his life in the high part of the Dropship. Thalia pursed her lips together. People were scared. But, well, that meant people were busy. Too busy to notice a plain and unassuming person like her sneak off. And out of the camp. The corner of her mouth twitched and tugged into a smile. But she schooled it back, less she stand out for being on of the very few with enough energy to be smiling. Though the wild haired girl found her own plan quite brilliant. Sneak out, get something to make dinner good, then sneak back in. No one would even notice her gone, especially when she was always moving about, helping different people with small things when she wasn't food-handling. Thalia brushed her hands off quietly and casually picked up her make-shift sack, hanging it across herself and scuffing her booted foot as if she were trying to procrastinate. Then she lifted her head and undid her hair, which had been tied up with a thin strip of scrap twine. Tromping, like many of the others around, the slender girl passed by others, eyes mostly lowered or on her feet, like any other dog-tired and gloomy delinquent. But when she got to the edge, she glanced up, scanned around and tried to suppress a smile. Slipping out of the camp was going to be ten times easier with everyone working and snapping at one another. She squeezed through the gap in the slowly growing wall. And it felt like she could breathe again.
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Post by Thalia Tait on Oct 28, 2016 22:57:07 GMT
Thalia wondered what she was doing. Was she really going to do this? Hadn't Marcus Kane been the one who had thought up the Culling that had taken her father? So why was she seeking him out? Especially in less than easy-water times of political unrest in Arkadia. While she understood the need for the vote, she thought everyone was being to easily swayed by Pike and all his followers. She just didn't like all of his militaristic ideas. Beat back Grounders? Impossible. This would just land them in an even more violent mess. Didn't anyone see that the attacks they had suffered through so far were just the tip of the mountain? It was what lay beneath that was the true terror, so vast and unpredictable ... The Grounders weren't only vast in numbers, but they were skilled warriors that knew the Earth far better than any outdated book the Arkers had left from the dropdowns. She chewed the inside of her lip. To make every single group of them their enemies... That was a death wish. No, an elimination wish. There would be nothing left after a war like that.And it wasn't the most popular opinion, thinking of supporting Marcus Kane. People were fast to crush any sort of thought that wasn't similar to their choice between the two. When given two choices people often stayed within those two, one or the other and never even thought about having other options. Like Co-Leaders. Sort of like how Bellamy and Clarke had been for the delinquents, Thalia wish having two leaders was an option. One for the militia and the other for diplomacy. And they would both have to agree on any subject before acting, just to make it fair. But that was in her imagination, and like most things, such dreaming was starting to wither and die at a very fast pace. So with so limited of options, she had weighed the two and conformed to one. And it wasn't Pike. But she had to make sure. She had to make sure this was the right choice. It felt...dangerous, supporting someone who the majority did not. And once the majority started a cry for violence...it wasn't long till it came about. And if Pike was getting them on his side with promises of war, death to anyone who disagreed was not far off. So the lesser of the two less than pleasant options was Kane. But when she saw him she stopped in her tracks. Her breath hitched. It was almost like being back on the Ark again, when it had floated seemingly peaceful in the far off void of space. Floating. She shuddered and turned pale, closing her eyes and shaking the nightmare of her father's corpse burning through the atmosphere. Shivering, she finally opened her eyes again and looked, rather pained, upon Marcus Kane. The Culling had been his idea... But...that was the past. It was just to thick and heavy and dark, that past, that it would take fare more than just the candle of courage she had to defeat it. Well...wouldn't it? "Marcus Kane," her voice sounded far away even to her own ears inside the hollow Ark walls, "I...I need to talk to you."
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Post by Thalia Tait on Oct 28, 2016 21:09:28 GMT
"MURPHY!" A shout loud and clear across a sea of silence. There was a shuffling in the crowd before Thalia was able to get through to the front. Finally! Sure everyone had been a teeming massive mob before, but now everyone was as immovable as trees. And why was no one saying anything?! An apology, a word of concern, a word of protest, anything! Anything was better than silence! She was almost out of breath from the tension that was in thick in the air. But no matter how confused and anxious everything was, one thing was clear in her mind: Murphy should be sitting somewhere receiving medical attention, not rampaging about!
"You shouldn't be shouting with that kind of damage around your throat!" though for some reason she was shouting at him, almost scolding him, trying to move around one of the few who stood by Murphy's side. Every time she stepped to one side, there was a scowling taller boy who blocked her way. She huffed at the boy who's name she didn't know. Truthfully, she hadn't really enjoyed this gang bullying others, actually going out of her way to avoid them for the most part, but this was different. This was Murphy. And this was serious. "Just a little while ago you were almost hanged!" she reminded him sternly, peering around mister bodyguard, "You need to be looked at quickly, not shouting and pumping more blood into weakened vessels."
Thalia was finally able to scramble around one of his body guard, giving the taller boy a very molten glower. But when she looked at Murphy her expression changed. It was more of deep concern than anger. Worry that had her deep eyes locked on him, examining his visible beaten and bruised wounds, and her brow knitted up. "You need to be looked at before you go on a crusade," she continued, "What if you are seriously hurt and all this yelling really does kill you? You'd really let that happen?"
Thalia, willowy and rather unimpressive looking, gestured for him to come with her, wild dark hair falling over her shoulder as she tilted her head to the side and implored him with her eyes to follow her. Yelling for the death of a murderer was one thing, but when that murderer ended up being a little girl people got confused. And it wouldn't help Murphy's case for him to press the matter in such a delicate and tense time. Him clamoring for death would only make him out to be the bad guy and tip the scale in favor of the real murderer.
"I know you're angry," she spoke a bit quieter, softer, turning her tone into something like a ripe blackberry sweetness, all natural and cajoling, begging him to at least put it aside for now, "But you aren't going to get any justice if you end push it and end up in a worse state than now." Her eyes went to the tent, narrowed then went back to Murphy and his hand full of friends.
"You're friends can keep an eye on the tent and make sure she doesn't skip out before justice is served," Thalia offered gently, "Let me at least make sure you aren't going to die from the ordeal you were put through." Her eyes sharply looked at the silence masses of faces which were now starting to become a bit more red in shame. She, like most of the Delinquents, had spoken to almost every single one of these people in the time they had been on Earth. Perhaps she could remember everyone's name, but she knew who was dangerous, who was not truly a criminal, and that almost everyone single one of them should be seriously considering something more productive to do than to join up into a murderous mob. Of course, she wasn't the best choice in persons to be casting shame-on-you glares...
Thalia wasn't a part of any big group of people but she wasn't one of the 'leader' types either. She was their food handler and sometimes was able to help them figure out how to build things. Mostly things out of scraps and pieces lying around. And she always tried to make sure everyone was not only satisfied and full at the end of every meal, but that if they were feeling under the weather, something could be done about it. Perhaps she was no Clarke, but she had lived with a sick person for most of her life. She could take care of small things with herbal remedies that she knew of or, if she couldn't handle it herself, direct them to be seen by Clarke.
But she did he best for the delinquents, finding it sort of ironic that she disliked doing almost the same thing back on the Ark. Down here she felt just a bit more valued with a group of supposed-criminals. Well, she was also a supposed criminal, so that somehow fit her in the group. But...trying to kill one of their own? Even someone who had gotten a bit overly arrogant in his position among them and done some less than nice things... It didn't change the fact that Murphy was still one of them. And he was not guilty. Though everyone was so stressed and desired a scapegoat for those tensions that they had been more than willing to act before thinking... Murphy didn't deserve to have all of it taken out on him.
"They're hypocrites," she tried again, "But they were raised by hypocrites. Don't let them turn you into something you aren't or get you killed for no reason, Murphy." Thalia approached him slowly, almost as if she were afraid he collapse at any minute. His fierce features were slopping and smooth, hinting that his natural smile might really be a smirk more often than not. But there was a certain boyishness to his face as well. Like most of them, he was still what the Arkers considered a 'kid'. He had a rough way about him, but he always has stuck by Bellamy and it seemed his friends were loyal to him. That was a pretty good sign really. Didn't most truly sour and sly people not have anyone but themselves in times of need? Thalia wondered, as she always did, if everything this person was showing was truly what laid beneath. He was probably really hurt right now. Not just physically but emotionally. Bellamy, his own friend who he had been so loyal to, had betrayed him. Sentenced him to die. And just because everyone else had wanted it too. "Let's get you looked at, alright?"
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Post by Thalia Tait on Oct 27, 2016 4:32:15 GMT
Thalia Tait's Soundtrack
"OH CRUEL DARKNESS EMBRACE ME" Aesthetic Perfection Remix
By IAMX
For the Devilish Distractions plot
"NORTH STAR" Future Funk Remix By IAMX
For the Love and Hate plot
These dedication are for the future plots with John Murphy . It is the sound of anger and betrayal in one angsty cocktail of a whirlwind of chaos. The time that stretches out before them will be intense and a no doubt eventful one. The song has a beat that is hammering and violent, but sung with sensuality and aggression. They weren't born to peace, but they sure as all Floating Space Trash won't let the fury of the world rip them apart so easily.
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Post by Thalia Tait on Oct 27, 2016 3:45:59 GMT
Thalia was sitting quietly in a chair waiting for the Genius Joker that Marcus has told her to work with to help start to prepare for winter. she wasn't so sure about working with this guy. He had quite the reputation... But she suppose it shouldn't be too bad. No one ever really paid her much attention when working with her. Usually it was just a quiet and efficient period in time in which she and the other person simply worked on the same project or job. Well, unless it was someone she knew better, like one of the 100. Then there was sometimes a little chatting. But with the other Arkers that she didn't really know... Things were often quickly dealt with and she was more often than not reduced to an acquaintance one simply smiled at in passing.
Oh she didn't mind! Not in the least. It left less people for her to grieve for and less people to grieve for her in the event... Well, in the future. And this wasn't just a small job or project. This was important! Marcus himself had asked her to work with Kyle Wick . Well, not in the informal and entirely jolly 'oh hey T-Squared!' way, but more like 'hey you can make stuff outta things that aren't stuff, right?' sort of way. Or well, she had interpreted it that way. People always said she could be cheerful and silly but that she had a surprisingly pessimistic view of herself. Oh well. Nothing much to be done about it right? Everyone had their ugly side. Her was...well, it just bled through a bit more. Ever since she had heard that her dad had died in the Culling... Not ever have been able to say good-bye... It just cut deeper into that festering part of herself she tried to cover up with smiles and silliness.
Looking up when someone drew out a very long 'good morning', Thalia took in the sight of him. Her eyes examined him. Picked him apart piece by visual piece. Analyzed the way he moved. The put him back together for her final and foremost impression. "I'm Thalia Tait..." she said slowly, as if trying to remind him of who she was carefully, though it was something she was quite familiar with doing, "We're suppose to-"
Sit still? Why? Her face went from patient hesitation to absolute confusion. He moved around her like he had just had way too much dandelion tea. Caffeinated personality. That pretty much summed up her impression of him. Someone who'd be difficult to keep up with to the point where she'd be left looking like the fool in a comedy duo. He was flittering about, looking around her, then towards some chair in the room. Peering at him with intense curiosity, her question was clearly and honestly written on her face. What in all the Galaxy are you doing?
He was...just checking that chair? What is all the Milky Way had she gotten herself into? Was he like that mad genius Dr. Dracula, who made the monstrous creature Frankenstein? That guy had been rather off his rocker, chasing pretty girls and beautiful men to get their blood so his monstrous creature could live. Absent-mindedly she rubbed her neck. Good thing she wasn't either of those things. For once her averageness worked in her favor... But him not breaking eye contact as he walked over to what looked like a work station didn't put her at ease at all. "R...Right . . . 'gravity does do things'," she repeated, her soul-reading eyes, still trying to put this puzzle of a person together in her mind, "A-Anyway... We're suppose to be working together to-"
A loud clatter and he was sitting on his backside surrounded and on top of parts of his chair. Thalia jumped at the noise and blinked a few times, as if not quiet understanding what had just happened. Even her hands were still up in the air, frozen in the reaction to her wincing jump, their commander not relaying messages as where to be stationed. Finally she settled for standing up, rather quickly, and knitting her fingers together to keep from touching anything. Her eyes nervously went to her chair, then back to him, to his chair and then finally resting on him.
"M-Mister Wick!" she settled for formal since he was supposedly a genius and far closer to more influential people like Abbey, Marcus, Clarke, Raven, and so on. The dark wild haired girl was gripping her own hands so tight her knuckles were turning white, "Please! We're suppose to work together to figure out how- ...h-how- ...how to..." Her face was turning redder by the second. Her breathing was quickening and all she could hear was her heart pounding her in ear. Swallow hard, she could feel herself floundering, looking around as if trying to figure out what to do. This wasn't going to work. Not with her in it. This was just too much pressure! How was she going to work with a well-reputed genius on the order of Marcus himself for something as incredibly important as....as...
She couldn't think.
It was just white noise, silent, suffocating, and so LOUD she couldn't hear herself think! She could hardly breathe, struggling to claw the next breath into her lungs like someone who was being buried alive. Too much pressure. Too much pressure. This was all too much pressure! She wasn't a leader or a close follower or even anyone important who could do important things or make important choices! She couldn't even make somewhat influencing choices or work with people who could make them or even work together with those certain people to make them! She was going to get them all killed! Every single person this big project could save, she was going to mess it up and everything would a be a failure just like every other big thing she had tried to accomplish in her life had been a failure. Failure after failure! Failure to be be a proper child, damaging her mother so severely that she died a long and agonizing death, which had tortured her father into his own illness. Failure to be a proper student of the Ark, to be in one specific line of work to keep life moving smoothly and work as her parents had for the good of the whole, like a nice shiny wheel and cog. Failure to be a proper daughter, to steal the medicine that could have saved her father from choosing to die in the Culling and sending him to his own death without ever even knowing if his only child, she, Thalia, were dead or alive. Failure after failure after failure, and these were things people could do so well so naturally. As natural for them all as breathing! Look she couldn't even breathe right-!
She couldn't breathe!
Thalia's face had gone from red to white to blue, he throat having constricted from the panic so much that she had forgotten to breathe. Floating Blackhole in the Galaxy! She turned away from the Genius and gripped her throat, stuttered and choking for air, gripping the chair she had been sitting in with her other hand. Gasping, eyes wide, mortified, panicked for primal need of oxygen, she finally remembered that she could suck in air. With a staggering deep squeezing breath, she filled her lung with precious air. She wasn't on the Ark. She wasn't in the Sky Box. She wasn't in the Mountain. She wasn't going to be floated. She wasn't going to be floated. She wasn't floating...
Closing her burning eyes, her throat still spasming for air, lungs railing with need for the abundant air, Thalia's weak knees buckled. In a single stroke of her own genius, she was able to sit in the chair. Putting her head between her knees, she began dragging in air.
Deep breath in!
Push it out slow between pursed lips...
Deep breath in!
Push it out between pursed lips...
Closing her burning eyes, she realized just how stupid and crazy and floating weak she looked. Panicking over what? The Genius didn't even know. Couldn't know. He wasn't one of the 100, so how could he? Blackhole Devouring the Floating Stars... It was she who was the crazy one. How could Marcus have thought she'd be a good choice to work on this project?
Finally, slowly and with head bowed in mortified shame, she raised herself up by her shoulders quietly. Her hands were busy rubbing her knees in a comforting gesture. Looking to the side, then nervously looked up at Wick, then back down again. "I..." she cleared her throat, weakly speaking, "I... I was sent to assist...yes, with the plants." She was staring down and to the side. "We... We should start quickly. That faster we begin the faster you can be done with...it." Yes, it. Because obviously he was hoping to be done with the project as quick as possible and not praying to every single star in the sky that her crazy butt not stay in his work area for more than a few hours a day. Well...not exactly how she had planned this all starting out. What a shining first impression to give someone who was surely worth ten of her put together. Her lips quivered in a breaking smile.
Thalia cleared her throat again. "I think...we could make indoor farming sections, just like we had on- on the Ark," she tried to sit up straight and professional, as if they could ignore everything that had just happened, get business done with for the day and move on living without knowing one another. Anyone else would take that option, right?
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Post by Thalia Tait on Oct 27, 2016 2:53:04 GMT
Thalia couldn't help but really get into the song. It was just so jaunt! And when she played those lighter keys and belted out that last bit like terribly wistfully old gal wanting an influential husband... Well, it could help but take her mind off of everything bad pushed in the very back corners of her mind. She wasn't the best of singers. She wasn't the best of piano players. But the amount of energy she threw into her few and far between songs, well it was almost infectious. If she didn't at least get a few smiles out of it, well, she'd quit playing. But her intoxicating silliness seemed to take a good bit of seriousness and gloom out of the room, like dusty cobwebs. People were smiling a bit easier and talking a bit more and laughing a bit more and... Well, it certainly was worth the mortification.
Grinning like a fool, well and quite pleased with herself, Thalia looked up when the song was over, her breathing just a bit harder and her fingers still trembling from the effort they weren't used to. She could clean game and mend clothes and dig up veggies and pick herbs, but playing the instrument was different. She had to be gentle with the old thing, but still get the energy of the upbeat tune through. And she had to be delicate when playing, less her fingers clumsily fall over one another, but still play with certainty in each chord, or it would through people out of the story in the song. Playing music was just so much more difficult than anything else. If was certainly her father's talent, not hers. But she liked doing it for others.
"How long?" she chuckled, "Just one song." Oh wait, no, that was the wrong answer. He meant how long how long. She swallowed in a breath, her face red from singing and playing at the same time so enthusiastically. "Oh, I mean, my dad had a knack for it," she grinned sheepishly, "He loves...loved the piano. Always said if he had been an Alpha he would of built one for the Ark. Not that he had the slightest clue how to begin such a project." Thalia laughed, hoping he hadn't noticed the falter in her cheerfulness. "Music made him happy," she got up from the piano, "He sang, which made me happy," she gestured for him to take her place, "And I like doing it to make other people happy." She looked up at the other people around, who were working just a bit more light-spirited than before, nodding in satisfaction.
"I'm no virtuous...but Stars Above I love how music can change an entire atmosphere in a room," she looked back at the boy and balked at her own ramblings. With a laugh, she waved her hands, as if to ask him to forgive and ignore her. She must still be pumped up from the song, talking so freely to a stranger.
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Post by Thalia Tait on Oct 27, 2016 2:33:08 GMT
What is a fond memory from your childhood?
"Fond, huh... Well...I think my most precious memory...is from when my dad used to sing me songs before bed... He wasn't the best singer, but he...he could always send me off to have good dreams."
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Post by Thalia Tait on Oct 27, 2016 2:25:43 GMT
"Not a war like this one..." she whispered softly, "A war with a single group of them was bad...Nightmarish. But with all of them? They'd wipe us out, Bellamy." Thalia could see the nightmare future in her mind. She could see them hiding in the night, flying through the tree, throwing spears from yards away... Like hunters preying on arrogant bucks. Maybe they could take down some of them, but all of the Grounders? No way. Not possible. These people had survived Earth living for generations. They had survived one another! Thalia could see the vast disadvantage her and the Arkers were at.
They didn't even know if they'd get through a single winter on Earth, much less winter with a Grounder full-scale war hounding down on them? No. It would be possible for her or people like her to survive. The most skilled of the guards would be sent to battle after battle and when there were none of them left, the sturdy and strong would go. And they would die out. And if this lasted well into the dead of winter, which Grounders knew how to survive, the rest of who was left would be left with what? Some guns, half cocked and jammed and poorly aimed? Mines that may or may not go off? Electricity that could run out? Then what? The Grounders would easily pick everyone left off. Without their weapons and without a grasp of what living through winter was like, they'd all be eliminated.
The only question was how long would it all take? Would it be a fast death, with the innumerable highly skilled warriors the Grounders bred from the time they were little children? Or would it be a slow picking off, driving half to madness before starvation or the elements could take their lives? The Grounders could send in population cutting illnesses, for Nova sake! Why did no one see how absolutely impossible it would be to win against these people?! Surely Bellamy and what was left of the 100 would have understood, seeing all that they had seen. It hurt so much, this heartbreak rift torn between her and Bellamy, but she simply didn't understand how he couldn't see it. The nightmare they had lived turning into a night terror one couldn't wake up from. Till death put them in the cold hard ground.
"We're lucky only a few of their groups want us wiped off the face of the Earth," she whispered, "We're lucky to be breathing right now." This was her truth. Without breath, without food, without safety, and without warmth Thalia wouldn't exist. Without Bellamy and what was left of the 100, Thalia wouldn't live. She had learned the difference between those two words. Existing was something even the plants and animals could do. The wind, fire and water could even mimic it. But to live. To truly be considering a living creature, she needed the few fine threads of love that held her there. Without these precious people she had left... That void of space might as well have swallowed her peacefully that the horrible monstrous consumption Earth living without them all would.
"You've done everything in your power and beyond to keep us alive," she focused those eyes on him, their depths clear in speaking such familiar words, "You've given everything, absolutely everything, for us, Bellamy." She was strong in these words. These were stone certainties. These were absolute truths. But this possible full-scale war held no certainty for her. Trusting Pike was as instinctual to her as eating nightshade or letting a Grounder walk up and cut out her heart. She put her hands on his cheeks, brushing the trail of wetness there with her thumb. Her eyes examined him. Compiled all she knew about him, broke it all down and then put it back together. He had always been there for them. Protected them, in anyway he knew how. And while he hadn't always been right, being human, flawed and imperfect, he sought perfection for them, the 100. For her and their friends. Sought the impossible in himself to help as many survive the nightmares of Earth.
She kissed that cheek, the fading trail that was evidence of the amount of scars within his heart and head. She kissed his brow, that seemed to become more heavy with everyday of living with those lives in his hands and ghosts at his back. She kissed the corner of his mouth, dejected and speaking words that grew the distance between the two of them. But would she let it sail them apart from one another? All these uncertainties in the future. These unprovable suspicions revolving around just another leader who'd be replaced one day with another. Could she live with such consequences? Thalia drew back and looked at him. Really tried to look at him. See him.
"I guess....if I am breathing...I exist," she started slowly, "But...you know. The only time I really know I'm alive if when you're around."
He asked her to trust him. Not Pike. Not Marcus. Just him. And Bellamy hadn't changed. He wasn't battling for power or for the acceptance of their people. He simply battled to keep what was left of them alive. If he was sung a hero or if he was slandered as a villain, he never wavered from his undying devotion to their lives. To keep their heart beating, so that someday they wouldn't ache. So that someday they would burn with hate. Bellamy would crumble into complete and utter self-destruction. All for them. The 'them' she was included in. And she so ungratefully railed against him and for what reason? Because she had different political views? Because she couldn't understand the burden being soldier and protector came with? She was so small-minded... So greedy and ungrateful... Bellamy would give absolutely everything he was made of for the survival of their people. And she.... She... She was just leech that fed of something so pure and beautiful that it would welcome its own complete destruction.
"Please...." she lowered her eyes, then put her head to his chest, "forget I said anything at all..." She closed her eyes and thread her fingers absently through his hair. The sound of his heart beating... There was nothing more precious that she could treasure in all the world. "Being by your side," she sounded tired and resigned to her own thoughts, but just as self-loathing as anyone who realized how terrible they were treating their most loved one could, "It's the best thing ever. And I wouldn't give it up for anything or anyone." Thalia opened her eyes slowly. "I am sorry I am so weak, Bellamy," she clutched at the shirt on his back with her other hand, "I am weak to fear. And the thought of losing you is what I fear the most."
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Post by Thalia Tait on Oct 27, 2016 1:38:57 GMT
Thalia sunk into herself when Mr. Pike said that everyone should pair off for today. She knew some people, but she wasn't all the sure of being paired off for anything. They weren't going to learn fighting skills or anything right? She hoped not, but in this class who the Fusion knew. Why were they even taking these classes anyway? Were they all going to be blasted into the void of space anyway? She chewed the inside of her lip, hesitant.
Thalia liked classes well enough. She loved the distraction. She loved learning about the place she'd only ever get to see in her dreams. Earth. Their true home. Something she wouldn't get to see in this short life of hers. Not with what happened after the 18th birthday to anyone in the Sky Box. Floated. Ugh, she didn't WANT to think about how her lifeless body would float through space, frozen and ugly and destined to turn to nothingness should it get caught in the stronger grips of gravity. Her home would reclaim her corpse. How cruel was that, getting sent to Earth only after she was dead?
The pale girl got a bit paler. Her wild hair was around her face in a messy cloud of deep darkness, her soul-reaching eyes sliding nervously about to each delinquent without a partner. Murderer... Assaulter... Molester.... Ah, there. Standing still amidst the swirling activity. A girl obviously her age, with skin that was pale, but that could be called caramel if only she were allowed to bask in the sunlight. Her face was perfectly smoothed with well balanced features. She reminded Thalia of a sorrowful angel statue, like the rare images in old books forgotten on market stall tables. Or was it stone-cold stoicness that she saw, that made her think of angelic statues from old Earth religions? Well, either way she was the best option and the way Molester was looking at her made her feet get to getting.
"Hey," she put up a hand awkwardly, beating Murderer to the girl, with a friendly but nervous smile, "No partner? S'okay if I work with you?" Thalia lowered her hand when the wave wasn't seen and rubbed her throat. Oh. This was the girl everyone had mentioned when she had first entered the Sky Box. The girl who was a 'sister'. A 'sister'... How special, to meet someone who gave true definition to that foreign word. She looked at the other girl with curious eyes. "So..." she started off slowly, trying to find the least pressing way to ask her question, "What's it feel like to be a 'sibling'? I mean... like, to be a 'sister' to someone? Is it...like being 'cousins' or...more like 'friends'?"
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