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JINNY SMIRKED IN AMUSEMENT, crossing her arms with hip cocked to the side as she observed the scene in front of her. She had just returned from patrolling the perimeter of Arkadia. They had finally erected walls around the camp that surrounded the towering wreckage of Alpha Station. The training room had quickly become one of Jinny's regular haunts and the grunts of exertion resonating from the hall had undeniably piqued her interest.
She watched as Bellamy threw a punch at Lincoln, sweat glistening over his olive skin as it was stretched taut over coiled muscles. The Grounder reeled back from the impact and brushed his lip, blood smearing against the split skin. He then swiftly caught hold of Bellamy's arm, using his momentum to throw him over the shoulder. Bellamy landed on the ground with a loud grunt, one arm locked outwards in Lincoln's grip while his other fist halted inches over Bellamy's throat. The victor had been decided.
Lincoln let out an exhale of air as he released Bellamy and turned to the cadets that were grouped along the sidewall. "He had me," he told them, "but he was too aggressive."
"Whatever you say," Bellamy retorted as he got to his feet and shuffled towards the bench to retrieve his shirt.
"No need to be a sore loser, Bell," Jinny quipped out loud and everyone diverted their gazes to her. The cadets started to grin widely when she strode over and stood in front of Lincoln challengingly. "Why don't we show them a real fight, huh?"
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Fanfiction⸻ ( Bellamy Blake ) Jinny Shumway was the epitome of brilliance, the brightest star in their galaxy. But even stars can fall -- burning, crashing, incandescent. ( the 100 ) • 2020 ( editing in progress )