[To say Bellamy trusts no one here would be an understatement. The food smells great, but he's cautious, skulking along the edges as he looks over the meal and the faces. He's hoping for familiar ones, so far without luck, but his luck has never been the best to begin with.]
[Shards and fairy courts sound like a whole lot of bullshit, but war is more familiar, and he can see the signs of it. His stomach grumbles quietly in reaction to the food, and he scowls, hoping the sound didn't carry. He's left his gun elsewhere, but there's a knife hidden away, the pressure a comfort.]
[What he should do is duck out and take advantage of the populous gathering to explore everywhere else, even though he gets the sense he won't be in trouble for getting caught anywhere. It feels like something Clarke would do, but that's not a bad thing. And the feast itself makes him feel like he's crashing a Grounder celebration, which sets him a little on edge. But really, what doesn't these days?]
[If someone walks by close enough, he'll jerk back with a frown and maybe a slight glare.] Watch where you're going. [It's half annoyed, half 'look out for yourself,' okay?? He's not a total ass anymore.]
ii. the station.
[The Station should remind him of home, and in some ways, he can see the Ark. But it's in being here that Bellamy realizes he hasn't thought of the Ark as home in ages. The ground was where he came alive. It feels like the Ark does, in the sense that it's a bastion of technology against a backdrop of rural violence.]
[He might prefer the ground, but he's going to take advantage of being here for now. Maybe with a cup of coffee. He's never had coffee before, having been a bit of a luxury on the Ark.]
[He should use the Locket, try to see if any of his people are here too. The only reason he hasn't, he thinks, is because he's afraid of disappointment. But the sooner he finds - or doesn't - them, he can make a better game plan. First, he'll scroll through it - skimming over public messages, looking for recognizable faces or phrases. He settles in a chair (god, it's the most comfortable chair he's used in probably his whole life), looking grimy and a little out of place), and despite his focus on browsing the locket, he's astutely aware of his surroundings and anyone in the vicinity, looking up every time someone walks by.]
bellamy blake | the 100 | unseelie
[To say Bellamy trusts no one here would be an understatement. The food smells great, but he's cautious, skulking along the edges as he looks over the meal and the faces. He's hoping for familiar ones, so far without luck, but his luck has never been the best to begin with.]
[Shards and fairy courts sound like a whole lot of bullshit, but war is more familiar, and he can see the signs of it. His stomach grumbles quietly in reaction to the food, and he scowls, hoping the sound didn't carry. He's left his gun elsewhere, but there's a knife hidden away, the pressure a comfort.]
[What he should do is duck out and take advantage of the populous gathering to explore everywhere else, even though he gets the sense he won't be in trouble for getting caught anywhere. It feels like something Clarke would do, but that's not a bad thing. And the feast itself makes him feel like he's crashing a Grounder celebration, which sets him a little on edge. But really, what doesn't these days?]
[If someone walks by close enough, he'll jerk back with a frown and maybe a slight glare.] Watch where you're going. [It's half annoyed, half 'look out for yourself,' okay?? He's not a total ass
anymore.]ii. the station.
[The Station should remind him of home, and in some ways, he can see the Ark. But it's in being here that Bellamy realizes he hasn't thought of the Ark as home in ages. The ground was where he came alive. It feels like the Ark does, in the sense that it's a bastion of technology against a backdrop of rural violence.]
[He might prefer the ground, but he's going to take advantage of being here for now. Maybe with a cup of coffee. He's never had coffee before, having been a bit of a luxury on the Ark.]
[He should use the Locket, try to see if any of his people are here too. The only reason he hasn't, he thinks, is because he's afraid of disappointment. But the sooner he finds - or doesn't - them, he can make a better game plan. First, he'll scroll through it - skimming over public messages, looking for recognizable faces or phrases. He settles in a chair (god, it's the most comfortable chair he's used in probably his whole life), looking grimy and a little out of place), and despite his focus on browsing the locket, he's astutely aware of his surroundings and anyone in the vicinity, looking up every time someone walks by.]