never insult an alligator

           “ your names pretty unusual yourself. ” she counters. Although, not all that unusual to those from the grounder. It would seem many clansman kept to simple names. She was more just dodging any segway into her life, or rather her origins. These people weren’t part of the coalition nor did she know their opinions of Skaikru. She’d rather keep his imagination reeling for now. For now she was simply Octavia. Be her Trikru or Skaikru, it was no ones business. Her attention being drawn back down to the small critter in her hands. The gator yawning wide only causing a full smile to spread across Octavia’s features. It was cute. 

“What do you know?  JUst because you’re big”

How long had this guy been trying to convince her of this? Who the hell knows. All Serena knows is he doesn’t seem to wanna give up. She figures in the end it’s like going to New York without eating the pizza. Something she’d never let anyone do. “ –’Kay, ya’ got me. I’ll try it, I’ll try it. ” She raises her hands in defeat. “ It’s not gonna kill my tongue, right? ‘Cuz I kinda need that… ”

                             she was fond of fish. but shed never see one like this before ( not that she’d mentioned anything of the like to bou when he’d insited they go fishing ). the azgeda native already felt like she was melting in the gadakru territory, last thing she was going to refuse was a little water. where should could take advantage and cool off a little. ( which meant taht she hadn’t gotten out of the strange swamp they’d found since he’d brought her too it ——– ignoring the warnings of gada’s in the water, not that she knew what those were either )                           “ katfish ? ” she repeats the word with a strange facination, tone evident enough that in fact no she has never had such a creature before. “ no. not katfish. ”

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     “Work.”   To hand in her notice.   So long,   fuckers.   She wrinkles her nose,   back of her neck still tense   –   she’ll explode with kittens if he ends up falling back and smacking his head on the ground,   or spill it open–   yeah,   OK,   don’t really need that imagery.   “What about you,   anyway?”

Palmer cocked his head slightly. “I was tellin’ ya - aliens exist, man. I know ‘cause I saw one. It almost ate me.”

              ❝  move ?  ❞  hard  to  imagine  bou  anywhere  but  new  orleans.  feels  like  he’s  part  of  the  city  at  this  point,  she’d  never  be  able  to  come  back  here  without  thinking  of  him.  ❝  mm,  doesn’t  sound  like  a  bad  idea.  –  you  gonna  be  an  engineer ?  what  kind ?  ❞  a  beat,  her  next  offer  is  mostly  empty  of  expectation  but  extended  nonetheless.  ❝  or,  y’know,  you  could  just  travel  ‘round  with  me ‘n  th’boys.  that  could  be  fun.  ❞

             “there ain’t no geology jobs here,” a hum leaves him as his eyes drift to look upwards, a curl hanging on the middle of his forehead that had escaped his hat. he had lived here the majority of his life. either in the city or outside of it, bou was there. the swamp was a big part of who he was as well as the french quarter. “architectural. wanna make sure what happened durin’ katrina don’t happen again. all those buildings destroyed, so many homes lost,” his mother’s home being one of them.  “i’d slow ya’ down,”

just  the  mental  image  of  what  would  be  the  bunker  if  BOU  was  the  one  in  charge  created  a  small  glimmer  of  laughter  seep  from  hardened  lips.  for  however  slight  it  was  ,  it  was  there  and  it  was  pure  although  short  lived.    ‘  you’d  be  surprised.  ’    hell  ,  in  her  eyes  ,  she  was  more  of  a  basket  case  than  she  was  day  one.    ‘  i’m  a  lot  crazier  than  i  look  ’

❀  -  @gatcrguy  ...

an uproar of voices is what captures her attention.   every day was war among the people of the ranch, especially since walker’s group joined. gathering food on her plate has come to a stop, attention focused on the scene at the gate. more specifically, the boy at the gate. now was probably the worst time to try to join, seeing as everyone who lives here is already at stake of losing their safe haven.  alicia doesn’t see it like that. she sees no color, no barrier, she just sees  people. if they want to make this work it’s as simple as helping each other out and not  fighting.  god, she’s sick of the fighting. 

her mother is at the head of the tyranny, and there’s a moment alicia believes she’ll have to step in. surely, with everything her mom has done lately, she wouldn’t let a stranger come in. what saves him is that he looks around her age, around her  brother’s  age, and she can’t let someone else’s child be in danger because it hits too close to home. things go hush except for people mumbling to each other as they scatter, and she watches her mother point out the housing. he’s walking alone, madison now gone to speak with walker, probably in hopes of settling him.  her head drops, surveying the tray of food held in her hands, and after a second glance up to the newcomer, she jogs over to catch up with him.  ❝  – hey,  ❞   it comes out breathless, her steps now paced as she walks along beside him.  ❝  –  are you hungry?  ❞

           he’s exhausted. he doesn’t know how long he’s been traveling alone. probably months. maybe a year? he doesn’t know. all he knows is that he’s very far from home and the possibility of running into anyone he may know at this point. if anyone he knew was still alive, anyways. he had his groups in the past but they’ve always been separated or overrun. bou was always a survivalist, even before the end of the world. he grew up in the outskirts of new orleans in the swamp area. everyone was making such a fucking fuss which he understood. he was about to turn on his heel and go off alone but his grumbling stomach and how weak he felt kept him at his spot. he’d either get turned away ( and possibly shot on the spot. ) or they’d accept him. he’s hoping his baby face will get him some sympathy. twenty five years old and barely looks seventeen. 

“not everyone. … but yeah. i like food. especially if i’m not paying,” she tells him now with a hiked brow. but it turns into a single chuckle as he continues to list reasons why he’d wanna go out with her. honestly, clarke didn’t have a high self-esteem. she did a GREAT job at keeping that to herself, but sometimes, in moments like this of genuine interest, she struggles. “so you pick girls based on their mario ability? you haven’t even played mario party with me yet.” she points out. “okay. i’ll go to dinner with you. but tell me i’m beautiful first.” prove to me you’re not going to use me.