Octavia Blake (hasnohome) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2016-11-06 17:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *hannah, claire callahan, octavia blake |
Who: Octavia and Claire Callahan
What: Arriving and exploring
When: Today/Not too long after she arrived or so
Where: Around town/a local bar
Rating: Most likely low
Status: Complete
The moment Octavia showed up in this place, a place so incredibly different from what she had been used to both in the Ark and on the ground, she felt out of sorts. No one from her home was here. Not her brother, Clarke, Raven, Monty, Jasper, Indra, or even Lincoln. She silently prayed that the moment she stepped outside that she’d come face to face with Lincoln again. That somehow, he would be here or that maybe she’d died. She didn’t have a death wish, and she wanted to live, but if dying meant that she would be reunited with Lincoln then that wouldn’t have been the worst thing either.
Her only comfort was knowing that everyone else was as confused as she was with how they’d gotten here and why. Sure, they’d all been given a brief run-down when they first arrived, but that made absolutely no sense to Octavia. The tech they had here was beyond anything she’d ever seen. The condition of the earth was different than anything she’d ever seen. The radiation didn’t bother her or anyone else who had fallen from the sky, but somehow the air was easier to breathe here. Cleaner. Where forests and overgrown brush had been now were buildings and clean oceans. Her room was as clean and crisp. The food didn’t have to be killed or grown. It was like the nuclear war had never happened and like her entire world never existed.
Walking down the street one afternoon, Octavia eyed the people as she passed them by. She had been on full alert since the moment she woke up in Atlantis. It was impossible to trust anyone here. Hell, it was hard to trust the people from home much less complete strangers who likely seemed as suspicious of their surroundings as she did. She kept to herself, avoided her roommate as much as possible, and tried to venture out occasionally to see exactly what she was dealing with now that she was here.
She missed Lincoln like she would miss a limb, but she also missed her friends. She missed Bellamy. No matter how many problems the two of them had on any given day, he was still her brother and they would always be there for each other no matter what. She had to wonder if he would ever show up or if he was freaking out wondering where she was. He would kill every single grounder to find her.
Sighing to herself and trying to push those thoughts from her mind, Octavia’s stomach growled as she passed by some sort of restaurant. The food was unlike anything she’d ever had herself, but it was too tempting not to go inside and check out. She approached the counter cautiously and kept a look out for anyone that might try to approach her.
“What will you have, doll?” The bartender barely looked at Octavia as he asked the question.
“What? Oh, um, I’m not sure.”
The bartender paused then and gave her a good look. He smiled and motioned for her to sit down while he started preparing a drink. Octavia watched him pour the liquid she didn’t recognize into a glass and then sit it in front of her. She eyed the drink and hesitated before picking it up for a sip.
“Go on. Drink. It’s on the house. Blue Bubbles. It tastes different to everyone who drinks it.”
Still unsure, the bartender just shook his head at her and stepped away to help another customer. Octavia stared at the drink for a few more seconds before finally picking it up to give it a sniff. It didn’t really smell like much to her, but she still decided to take a drink anyway. What she got was completely unexpected. The drink tasted a little thicker than the watery liquid appeared and there was a sweet taste to it. She recognized it as a memory from years ago hit her. She was only around twelve years old or so when Bellamy came in early from dinner. She had been pouting after getting into an argument again with their mother about not being able to leave the room yet again. It was a common argument that the preteen often brought up no matter how resigned she had become to living in this room for the rest of her life. But Bellamy had come back early and had brought her a surprise. A glass of chocolate milk – her first and her last. Until now.
There was a rare smile on Octavia’s face as she took a second drink. She caught the look of the bartender who looked pleased that she’d taken the sip. Memories of home and of how much of a mess things were there disappeared as she remembered the day Bellamy brought her something as simple as chocolate milk, only this was much better than she remembered. For just a moment, she was that little girl again with her big brother doing all that he could to make her happy.