bellamy blake (whoweneedtobe) wrote in areaic, @ 2015-11-03 13:07:00 |
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None of this made any sense. This place was surreal and unfathomable. When Bellamy was young, he used to describe to Octavia what the world was like before the bombs. His versions were so much grander than this. The buildings were taller, columned, and... well, Grecian because he spent so much time in the Classical periods that modernity of this place had been lost on his young imagination. He knew there were cities that boasted skyscrapers that would've seemed to pierce the clouds, but that wasn't here. No flashing neon lights or Gothic arches could be found either. For coming from a place so very different from here, Bellamy found it almost... normal. And that was surreal in and of itself. He thought the past would be grander.
Which is why he doubted this. He doubted every inch of this place. It seemed sincere and legitimate on the surface - both so had Mount Weather. The mountain seemed like an oasis and all it housed were monsters, so how could he trust this place to be any different? It boasted even more fantastical things: time and space and world "hopping" like those were things that were real. Bellamy knew it was only a matter of time before the truth came out. He would need to find a way home before then. Mount Weather had done enough damage to him and he hadn't even begun to process that just yet.
In the meantime, until he worked out how to get back, he figured it might do well to make allies. Maybe this girl who could "heal" would have some insight. She seemed to be displaced just like him. She could possibly be crazy, but she didn't seem as complacent as Alex or Veronica or the other girl he spoke to, so that seemed promising. And beyond the practicality of an ally, Bellamy was curious. Whatever rapid cellular regeneration was, it sounded interesting and like nothing he'd ever read about.
Meeting in person, Bellamy was wary. Not necessarily about her, but after everything he had been through since his mother was floated... Bellamy couldn't help but find his default setting toward other people leaned more toward distrustful than anything else. He carried himself in a manner that gave his wariness away - tense shoulders and a set jaw, hands in his pockets but an open enough posture that he could fight if needed. All he had wanted after getting out of Mount Weather was a shower, a drink, and a record-breakingly long nap. Instead, he was standing in some foreign place waiting on a strange girl to come show him her special healing ability. Go figure.