Bellamy Blake (gottadobetter) wrote in evaluation, @ 2020-02-15 18:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !the compound: 1: day 5, the 100: bellamy blake, the 100: clarke griffin |
Bellamy & Clarke
Day 5, The Compound
Block 4, Studio
Rating/Warnings: Low | None
Log | Complete |
Bellamy approached the art studio with a confident swagger which helped cut through the people who littered the hallways. You could say that people knew to move because he looked very much like a man on a mission and he was, to find Clarke and actually touch base because they hadn’t been able to do that since arriving here. Finding Murphy, Octavia and Raven had come as a relief to start but then Bellamy realised that none of them shared the same history as he and Clarke did. Still, it was good to know that they were alive and surviving. Even if Murphy seemed perpetually stuck in asshole. He stopped at the door briefly before he peeled it open, smirking ever so slightly as he took in the sight of Clarke surrounded by paints, chalk, and a number of different canvases. “Been busy I see,” he commented as he approached. “Gotta do something to keep busy,” Clarke said with a nod of her head, closing the sketchbook and resting her elbows on the table. She glanced up at him, head tipped to the side slightly. “Had enough of exploring?” She asked. He looked rested which was probably more than she could say for herself. It was too quiet here and though Clarke was used to being around hostiles - or potential hostiles - it was unnerving. She’d long since lost the ability to just talk to others, not when there wasn’t the fate of her people at stake. So here, where she was at a loose end, all she could do was think about what had happened, sinking into her own head. “You okay? Did you see there’s some kind of pet store? I went in earlier, I’ve never seen so many animals.” “Something like that,” Bellamy commented as he strode deeper into the studio and grabbed a seat at the table, leaning forward until his arms were folded atop of it. It was in this position that he could get a better look at Clarke, frown catching on his brow as he noticed the traces of exhaustion on the edges of her expression. “You’ve not been sleeping.” He flexed his hands around his arms and nodded. “I did, I’ve not actually been in yet, but I hear it’s got a huge selection.” Bellamy tipped. “You thinking about getting a pet?” “No,” Clarke answered, ignoring Bellamy’s comment about sleep. Of course she hadn’t been: they were somewhere strange with technology that they’d learned about in Earth history so they had to be in the past. She couldn’t stop thinking about if there was a chance they could avert the first Nuclear War, or if they were helpless here and just stuck at the whim of someone who had unfathomable power. “I- I don’t think getting a pet’s a good idea. Did you want to get one?” She wanted one, of course she did, she really wanted a dog but it was a lot of responsibility in a place she didn’t even know how to navigate properly. Art, at least, was relatively stable. It didn’t change all that much from place to place and the tools here were better than she’d ever had access to before. “What does ‘something like that’ mean, Bellamy?” Bellamy had noticed the evasion around the whole ‘sleeping’ question because Clarke might be able to pull her redirection crap with everybody else but not with him, never with him. “Well, you’ve seen one block you’ve seen them all.” He picked up a pencil and fiddled with it. “Seems like Raven, Octavia and Murphy are all from an earlier time.” “Except I thought all the blocks had something different in them,” Clarke challenged, eyebrow lifting as she watched Bellamy fiddle with the pencil. “And there’s the outside areas too, to explore. I spent some time with the butterflies earlier.” Her lips curled up into a genuine smile. “It’s beautiful there- have you at least gone there yet? If not, we should go.” She hummed, brows furrowing at the look on Bellamy’s face. “How much earlier?” she asked because that made a very big difference. “It’s not enough that we’re all here but we all have to be here from different times in our own history? How is that even possible?” “No,” he said with a shake of his head. Maybe he was purposefully limiting his exploration to areas that were as straightforward as they looked because it was easy to get distracted by the shiny and the pretty and regret it later. He knew that better than most as did the rest of the people who had come to the ground from space. He slid the pencil behind his ear and leaned forward until he’d slunk down to rest his folded arms on the table, chin perched atop of his forearms. “Years, Clarke. Literal years.” Bellamy didn’t even know what to do with the amount of space between them and the rest of the hundred. It didn’t make a lot of sense but then from the looks of the network not much made sense about this place. “From before or after Praimfaya?” Clarke asked, tipping her head and watching Bellamy with an affectionate, small smile on her lips as he sank onto the table like a bored child. She put the sketchbook to one side and leaned forward, folding her arms over the table and resting her chin on them in a similar way. “You okay?” After all, Bellamy was closer to them than she was, even if the tides had started to change. “Before,” Bellamy answered swiftly as he looked up at Clarke as she joined him in a similar position on the table. “Literally no experience of it.” Was he okay? Hard to say. It felt very much like he’d had something pulled out from under his feet, family probably. Spacekru had definitely become family which meant the distance between them was difficult to deal with especially between him and Murphy given how close they were these days. Even with the idiot move that Murphy had pulled. “Honestly? I don’t know, just rolling with the punches.” “You need to talk?” Clarke asked, watching Bellamy carefully. “Even if they don’t remember your time in space, you’re still special to them. So give them a bit of time and they’ll come around, but it sucks.” Selfishly, she was glad that she and Bellamy were from the same time; she wasn’t sure what she’d have done if the Bellamy that had turned up was the one from when they’d first arrived on Earth. Bellamy shook his head as he sat back up slowly sliding his hands across the table as he did so. “I’ll deal.” Same way he did with everything else. “I’m more concerned about what this place is about and why we’ve all been pulled here.” Some people seemed more suspicious than others but then there were those who were accepting of the fact and doing what they could to get by in the insanity. Bellamy wasn’t comfortable with all the not knowing. “Doesn’t seem to be any order to it.” “No,” Clarke agreed, watching him sit up, and the movement of his hands across the table as he did. “It seems that people are randomly here and plucked from their… worlds? Realities?” She was still trying to understand what had actually happened and where everyone had come from. She wet her lower lip, worrying it for a moment. Bellamy was too far across the table for her to easily reach him. “You know you don’t have to,” she said, “I’m here. You’re not alone.” Though she could understand why he might feel that way. Upon reflection Bellamy knew that his comment about “family” in regards to Spacekru had not done him any favours with Clarke. He hadn’t meant it to come across as though she was less important to him than those he’d spent six years in space with. He’d basically threatened to end the lives of how many sleeping people in order to save Clarke’s life and then had betrayed his sister (who had apparently lost her mind underground) to stop her from killing Clarke. “I know,” he reassured her with a small smile as he decided that the distance could in fact be traversed and he did so, closing his hands around one of Clarke’s and also her forearm, squeezing softly as he did so. “I know it’s not the same, but I hope things work out for you, Bellamy, I really do.” She had some idea of how hard it was, but she knew it wasn’t the same. She turned her hand in his, catching his wrist gently and squeezing back. She tipped her head, watching him for a moment before she asked, “Did you need something? Or did you just stop by to say hi?” She’d been keeping herself busy just watching what was happening, trying to understand where they were and what their situation - precarious as it might have felt - was, and she knew Bellamy had been doing something similar, scoping the place out from two different directions. “Stopping by to say hi,” Bellamy replied. “That and wondering if I can steal you away from your creative process to grab food with me.” He had a feeling that Clarke hadn’t been practicing a lot of self care, she’d never been very good at that after all, too busy worrying about everybody else. He tightened his grip on Clarke’s hand and rose to his feet, tugging her gently to stand in front of him. “So, food.” She snorted a little, but didn’t argue as Bellamy pulled her to her feet. “Running out of people to sit with in the cafeteria?” Clarke teased, squeezing Bellamy’s hand gently and not letting go for a moment before she caught herself. “I could eat,” she admitted, it had been a while, and the knowledge that Bellamy was still looking out for her made something in her chest clench painfully. “Just let me put this stuff back in my room?” “Totally,” Bellamy deadpanned in response to her teasing remark. “I’ll meet you outside your room in ten, alright?” That way she couldn’t conveniently forget to meet him as she’d gotten busy with something else or it had slipped her mind. They might have not seen each other for six or so years but they just seemed to fall perfectly in sync for the most part, the whole flame in Madi’s head and his being left to die in the fighting ring aside, they’d moved past all of that. He gave her one last pointed look of ‘be there or I will hunt you down’ before he turned and headed out. Bellamy needed to drop a couple things off at his room anyways. |