Surrendering Sanity

Devistated Dissapointment

The 100 were restless. Most had settled down for the remaining few hours of darkness, but none slept. A camp wide unease spreading. It keeping weary eyes alert and searching. Cautious of everything and everyone around them.

They all knew now. That it hadn't been a grounder who killed one of us. It had been one of us.

Octavia found it dissapointingly ironic there was such widespread gloom, though she understood it. Considering most of them hadn't even known they had tried and failed to contact the ark.

They didn't realize like she did what they were facing. Starvation. Hypothermia. Impossible odds.

Odds that Casey and her misfit team were carrying the weight of, facing those impossibilities because who else would. Most 'kids' there age didn't have to think this way.

But they weren't kids anymore.

Octavia could feel it. That innocence lost to the truth that was life. She saw it in her friends eyes. Felt it everytime she looked to her brother and saw a stranger.

Bellamy had changed. Or perhaps it was the younger Blake's lose of ignorance that allowed her to see past the hero she had practically worshipped as a child. But he had been her world, the only thing other than that horrid hole in the floor. Always kind.

Now all Octavia could see in her brother was anger. Even before the 'incident' with Monty tonight. And it was destructive.

"Check it out!"

All eyes moved to the sky as the murmurs rippled there way through camp. A massive flaming object plummeting from the heavens. Or more from the Ark. Octavia studying the thing closely as it fell.

It looking distinctly metallic, small, and could only be some type of cargo ship.

The younger Blake's feet were already moving. A hope that somehow the Ark had gotten some sort of message from them rising. And as she had called out urgently O wasn't in the least bit prepared for what she found.

"Casey. Bellamy. Get out here!!" Her brother had appeared first, bare chested and broody as Octavia pointed to the sky. "There."

Then a blonde with sex mused hair stepped out of her brother and best friends tent next. A brunette wearing nothing but a blanket quickly following.

Octavia waited a moment, horrified, and as Casey never came stumbling out after. Her angry gaze landed on Bellamy. Said mans body stiff and jaw clenched, his narrowed eyes following the cargo pod as it barely passed a mountain range and continued.

"There coming to help us. Now we can kick some grounder ass!"

Her brother looking anything but pleased at the news as the delinquents words made his expression sour even more. Realizing this O's hands had instinctively risen. Strangling him harmlessly in her mind as her mouth pressed into a tight angry line. The 100 now gathering to hear from there 'great leader' what was happening. Rallying a excited battle cry around them.

"Please tell me they brought down some shampoo."

Octavia narrowed her gaze on her brother in a silent promise she'd kick his ass later. That flake was an idiot, worrying about shampoo when her skinny ass would be one of the first to freeze to death.

And that was worth ruining things with Casey over, seriously?!

Feeling crowded and frankly disgusted O stepped back to search for her cell-sister. Knowing the freckled woman would be avoiding others. Being prone to outward bursts of violence and all that, Casey would of wanted to be as far away from people as possible.