@controlledfear liked for a starter
They landed down and Bellamy had ensured chaos. They were all criminals, but he was the worst. He had killed the Chancellor and they would kill him if they ever discovered that Earth was survivable. Living meant keeping his sister safe. He’d come down here for her — getting killed just upon arrival wouldn’t help Octavia at all. Chaos meant they he could live. Take off the bracelets and it would just be the 100 against the grounders. Bellamy wasn’t sure he really believed in ‘whatever the hell we want’ but, if it meant they could make their own choices for once, then he would continue to preach it. He was tired of always being told what to do.
The girl he approached he didn’t know well. Someone from another station who he could recognize by face without knowing anything about her. “Didn’t you hear?” he said to her, eyebrows raising confidently. “We’re taking off the bracelets. They don’t control us anymore.”