#troubleraised

Bellamy was looking around, standing at the door of the rocket as the bunch of teenagers under his orders walked around, looking both lost and excited. He was the oldest, the only adult, their leader. The only one who wasn’t a minor and therefore a few of the kids considered him wiser and more experienced. Bellamy was used to being responsible for youngers than him and it seemed that due to his age he was the most obvious choice for a leader, or so he thought. He spotted the ginger hair, recognizing the colour and the way it moved anywhere. He walked into the floor and marched into the girls direction while outing on his shirt, reaching her fast. Bellamys hand closed around the girls arm and he looked into the girls arm “You’re a little old to be considered delinquent aren’t you, Gina” he muttered, low enough for only her hear.

       “---you have a lighter?” what’s settled between his lips is a cigarette, for now, but he holds a recently purchased treat for later within his pocket. he asks because he thinks he can smell it on her--- that, or he needs to go home and get rid of his own more quickly than he anticipated--- and he gives her a grin.

      since the skaikru has arrived, there’s been significantly more of costia straying from her usual post at the healer’s tent. normally, it would be her being curious and once she’d get a look she’d return once more. there, however, was one in particular that had her returning... repeatedly. the petite female spotted him, rather quickly. costia’s lips press together, though it’s unable to hide the small smile that comes to her lips. ❝ you again. ❞ as if she didn’t know he would be there.

fact #2: when i was in high school i really wanted to go to college to become a coroner and then i decided i wasn’t here for all the math and science involved so instead i went for psychology.

@troubleraised

lucia: sweats

       she sits, rock in hand as she runs the blade of her knife against it. lucia pauses, bringing running her finger along the edge before deciding she’s not satisfied and continues to sharpen it once more. ❝ it would not be wise to attempt to sneak up on one with a knife, ❞  the petite female speaks, shifting to sit up and glancing over her shoulder towards the other.