The Boardwalk | Tuesday Afternoon

[notgetkilled]

Octavia was gone.

Bellamy had gotten in very late last night after another futile search for Clarke. It was like she'd disappeared without a trace. The group hadn't yet ventured into Grounder territory but after the latest developments, that was going to be Bellamy's first stop. They'd taken Clarke and now they had his sister.

With fury in his eyes and tension in the lines of his body, he'd gathered a small group (including Finn), grabbed a gun and led them out of camp and into the forest. They needed a tracker and even though Bellamy didn't like the guy, Finn was the best they had. He wasn't going to be going out of his way to help the guy. Bellamy's mind was strictly on Octavia.

His sister, his responsibility.

Even Raven blaming him for the lives lost on the Ark wasn't going to touch him. Not now. She could whine and cry to someone else about how terrible a person he was. Maybe Finn could hold her tenderly and let her cry on his shoulder.

Bellamy had other things to do.

They were stepping silently, boots imprinting in the soft dirt as they went. Bellamy kept his eyes on Finn's back, gun held at the ready. The closer they got to Grounder territory, the angrier Bellamy got. He'd kill them all. Every single one of them.

Finn held a hand to stop the group, listening for something faint in the distance. Bellamy stepped forward, gun up and took the lead. There was something hissing behind a large tree. Without thinking about the fact that it could be a trap, Bellamy lunged around the tree and fell right into a portal.

He heard Finn shout and then -- nothing.

Bellamy whipped around, expecting to see Finn behind him, ready with a lecture on being more careful but there was nothing. He was alone. Alone and in a completely different place. There weren't any trees surrounding him, no dirt beneath his boots. He still had his gun and he raised it defensively, not sure what the hell kind of trick this was.

Bellamy knew there were parts of Earth they hadn't yet explored but this was impossible. There were buildings in the distance, well kept and bright. They looked lived in. It was hotter here than it had been just a minute ago and Bellamy felt perspiration slide into his eyes.

A noise caught his attention and Bellamy turned, eyes settling on the ocean nearby. He'd heard about these on the Ark, even seen the massive blue masses from space but to be this close to one? Impossible. There was no way.

Where the hell was he?

[ Open, of course. Bellamy's on the boardwalk, confused as hell and holding a gun. Please note: he most likely won't give the gun up but he does know how to handle it and might take you as a threat at first. He's not going to shoot anyone. ]

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[wrongkindofsith]

Apparently it was a day for attractive Australians grumpy and prone to violence people on the Boardwalk, though any confusion on Cara's part was on why she was wandering down here, when she could be relaxing in the Onsen.

"You supposed to have that thing out here?" If he wasn't maybe she could watch the troopers stun him, or hit him herself. That's be almost as good as an Onsen visit.

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy raised the rifle quickly, aiming for her center mass. He didn't recognize her as anyone from their camp. She didn't have the look of a Grounder either.

"You gonna try taking it away from me?" he shot back, finger hovering over the trigger.

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara cocked her head to one side and raised her eyebrows. "Keep pointing it at me and I might," she said lazily, hands still away from her agiels.

For the moment.

[notgetkilled]

"I will shoot you," he said, thinking that was a fair enough warning. "Tell me what this place is. Where am I? Who are you?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"No, you won't," Cara said, sounding almost bored. "If you murder me in the street, I can't answer any of your questions."

Don't make her hit you Bellamy, it'd be a shame to bruise that pretty face on your first day.

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy didn't lower his gun. He kept it aimed right at her, hands steady and eyes intent. He wanted to look around so he could figure this place out but she was the first person he'd seen so she got stuck with his gun pointed at her.

"Answer them," he said roughly. "Where the hell am I?"

[wrongkindofsith]

"No," Cara replied evenly. "Why should I when you haven't even said please?"

'Because I've got a gun pointed at you' was not a correct answer.

[notgetkilled]

"I won't ask again," Bellamy snapped, fury emanating from every pore of his body. "Tell me where I am! What is this place?"

[wrongkindofsith]

It's almost like people pointing weapons at her and yelling made Cara disinclined to be helpful.

"Are you actually under the impression I'm the least bit afraid of you?" she asked, because fury was something she knew how to work with. She took a single, careful step forward, not directly towards Bellamy, but at an angle, so he'd have to move if he wanted to keep the gun on her.

[notgetkilled]

"I don't care whether you are or aren't," Bellamy said, twisting just slightly to keep a bead on her. "I care about figuring out where the hell I am and getting back to where I came from!"

He could feel sweat sliding down into the collar of his shirt. He tightened his hands on the butt of the gun. "I don't want any trouble. I just need to know where I am."

[wrongkindofsith]

Cara kept moving, not quickly, not coming any closer, just steady, angled steps to slowly circle around him. "You're not in trouble." He'd know when she was trouble instead of just annoyed and stubborn enough to play chicken with guns. "Yet. But you're not making a very good impression."

[notgetkilled]

"Stop moving," Bellamy ordered, keeping his hands steady and the gun trained on her. "Where am I? Just answer the question and we can forget we ever met each other. You a Grounder? Someone else Jaha shot down here in desperation?

Both were viable, valid options. Bellamy didn't know which one he actually preferred to be true.

[wrongkindofsith]

"Very far from home." Because he wasn't getting actual, helpful answers until there wasn't a gun pointing at her. "Because those questions mean nothing to me."

Instead of stopping, she sped up. Not suddenly, not much, just enough to be noticeable.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

Washington caught sight of the gun before he registered the kid holding it. Because that is what happens when you're a Freelancer. Other side effects included death and paranoia.

Neither of which applied to Wash, thanks. Neither.

And if there was one day he was annoyed that he hadn't worn his armor, it was today. But that didn't stop him from taking his time to flank the kid. "I'm going to need you to drop that."

[notgetkilled]

"I don't answer to you," Bellamy said, bringing the rifle up higher and watching Washington intently. "Who even are you? What is this place?"

He needed answers right now. He needed to get out of here.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Agent Washington," he replied, trying very hard not to sigh that he was dealing with someone who didn't really know what he was doing with that gun. "You're on Earth, year 2015."

Wash adjusted his stance, staying still to wait for the right moment to take the damn rifle.

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy knew how to handle a gun just fine, thank you. Right now, he had to use it defensively since his backup had seemingly disappeared.

He frowned, eyebrow knitting together. "2000 what?" He couldn't have heard that right.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

"Fifteen. Now put the gun down before you hurt yourself."

This wasn't Halo where everyone always had a gun in their hands, Bellamy. God.

[notgetkilled]

"Quit ordering me around," Bellamy said, pride taking over for a moment. "I'm not about to let my guard down in an unknown environment. I don't wanna get killed. You're stupid for thinking I would."

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

Wash sighed despite his best efforts now.

"Yes. I'm the stupid one here. You've figured it out," he replied before abruptly moving forward to grab hold of the barrel of the gun and turn on heel to elbow at the kid's throat.

Sorry kid he just met. He was actually a nice person. Sort of. If you compared him to others.

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy tried to defend that but he was tired and stressed so his reflexes, while fast, weren't fast enough.

One moment he had his gun, the next, he felt like he was choking. Coughing harshly, Bellamy grabbed at his throat before glaring up at Washington.

"Give me my gun back," he said hoarsely. He curled his fingers into a fist. "Now."

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

Wash rolled his eyes, removing the clip and checking for any chambered rounds before giving it back over. Without any of the ammo yet.

"Now. How about we try sharing instead of threatening."

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy ripped the rifle out of Wash's hands, eyes darting down to the ammo.

"Where's my sister?" he asked angrily. "You have her, you let her go. You can have me instead."

Of course, Bellamy planned to kill him before he could be taken into custody.

[worstofalltime.livejournal.com]

That was rude, Bellamy. How could they build trust like that?

"First of all, I don't know who you or your sister are. Where do you think you are?"

[notgetkilled]

"Earth," he answered tightly. "But, I don't know how I got here. I was in a forest. There weren't buildings. How did these buildings even get here?"

Hadn't the nuclear war destroyed almost everything man made?