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Sleeping out in the wilderness is ludicrous. On the Ark, I would dream of waking up in the soft grass, letting the cool breeze brush against my skin, and having myself rise from the bright sun. Never did I think it would be so uncomfortable. The grass was nice but made me itchy, which had me tossing and turning all night. There was constant screaming and cheering coming from reckless teenagers at ungodly hours. My pillow was my jacket, so I was cold most of the night. I could have slept in the dropship- which I did, in fact, go to first. I ended up outside due to the disgusting amount of intercourse happening around me. Why didn't I have a tent? Well, I clearly didn't pay enough attention in my Earth Skills class because I had no clue on how to even start building one.
So here I am, looking like a zombie while I help create basic survival needs with others from the 100. Well, I at least try to help. Looking around for someone who might require my assistance, I pass a group of teens running around, playing a game they made up for fun. Going further towards the drop ship, others are making music from buckets and sticks. I can't help but smile at everyone around me. We are happy.
Upon walking up to the doors, I find Wells talking- more like arguing- with one of Bellamy's goonies, Atom. If he's anything like Bellamy, then this can't be good.
"We share based on need. Just like back home," Wells pushes Atom away from the bundle of clothes in his open arm while Atom only slides him a cocky smirk in response to his retaliation. I wonder if people would be acting differently if Bellamy never came down here- if he didn't exist at all. It is thanks to Bellamy's speech at the bonfire last night that a good portion of the 100 have a stick up their asses.
I walk up to them defensive over Wells, mostly because he's hurt and Atom has the unfair advantage over him, "What's going on?"
"You still don't get it, do you, Chancellor?" Bellamy walks out of the Dropship... shirtless. His hair isn't in it's normal slicked back form since there is no gel down here, which leaves his natural curls to hang loosely on his forehead. The tan skin makes his best assets stand out- the muscles in his biceps bulging, his pecs defined and strong, the line trailing down his stomach, dividing his abs that are only seen once he flexes slightly, and the v line creeping down, disappointingly cut off by the waistband of his cargo pants. I didn't mean to stare- it's just hard not to.
Soon a girl follows him, coming out from the Dropship, and gives him a small but intimate kiss on his lips. She didn't linger around at all, however, so once she is done seducing him, she walks away- probably to fangirl to her friends about whatever happened between them the night before.
The exchange made me cringe.
Bellamy continues, more giddy after getting a kiss, "This is home now. Your father's rules no longer apply," He walks up and takes a shirt out of the bundle in Wells' arm without asking. He's clearly earned a name for himself so why bother asking for anything?
