Bellamy Blake | The 100 (mademeamurderer) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2017-05-08 00:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, !open, ~2017 may, ~40 points, ~~bellamy blake (mademeamurderer), ~~dorothy gale (toseethewizard) |
WHO: Bellamy Blake and OPEN
WHAT: Not eating Hinkle Burgers
WHEN: Late Sunday night
WHERE: Hinkles
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Arriving here hadn't been easy for Bellamy. Far from it. It had been a rather traumatic thing for him to find Octavia hating him even more than she did back home, and keeping her child from him as if he were some sort of monster. He wasn't proud of what he'd done with Pike. He even grieved Lincoln's death, although privately he'd never really approved of their relationship. But what could he do? He couldn't bring Lincoln back, and he couldn't change the mistakes he'd made in his past. He was stuck, being blamed for things he couldn't change, and finding himself rather alone in a strange town full of strange customs and things he couldn't understand.
Bellamy had been alone before, may times. But this was a new type of loneliness - the loneliness of being left out. He'd been included in things for so long that it was doubly painful.
Tonight he hadn't been able to sleep, so he was sitting in a booth at Hinkles, staring at the food on his plate. He knew it would be a bad idea for him to eat it, because every time he did, it made his stomach attack him. But he also felt that he couldn't sit here without buying something, so there they were, staring at him like disgusting little slaps of meat.
He sighed and pushed them away from him, then rested his forehead on his hands. How the hell was he going to fix this? How was he ever going to make this better?