The Boardwalk | Tuesday Afternoon

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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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"What are you talking about?" Bellamy asked, staring at him, wide eyed. "What is this place? How do I get back?"

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Wash pointed in the direction of the causeway. "I've heard it doesn't always work for people, though."

Not that he'd ever had a problem with it.

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Bellamy's gaze settled on the causeway and he took a breath.

"What is this place?" he asked again. "How is this place still standing? How was it protected?"

Bellamy had registered Wash's version of events but it was hard to believe, not after so long on his Earth and the time in space before that.

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"Well, for one, no nuclear apocalypse happened here."

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"But this is Earth," Bellamy pointed out, pushing his boot down into the dirt and staring up at the sky.

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"This is Earth," Wash confirmed. "I'd say you get used to it, but you really don't."

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"Who are you?" Bellamy asked him, frowning. "Who are you with?"

He knew the guy's name but he didn't know the affiliation. Grounder or otherwise. He wanted to know.

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"I already told you, my name is Agent Washington. I'm--a teacher." It was in no way as awesome as a freelancer.

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"Teacher?" Bellamy was back to staring, confused and a little concerned about whatever had happened for him to trip into this place. The only place he knew teachers existed were on the Ark. "What do you teach?"

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"It's not important." Because it was the worst class ever. "You still haven't given my your name."

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"You didn't ask," Bellamy pointed out, checking his gun over and giving the ammo another look. "It's Bellamy. My sister's Octavia."

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"You could try asking people about her instead of threatening."

Poorly threatening. Didn't even have a space ship to blow up cities with to back you up.

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Bellamy rolled his eyes. "Diplomatic negotiation isn't really my style."

That was more Finn's thing.

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"Make it your style," he said, handing over the clip. "Not everyone is as nice as me."

NICE. RIGHT.

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"Teachers suddenly gain the right to order other people around?" Bellamy asked, snagging the clip and pushing it back into the gun. "I must've missed that."

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Consider Wash concerned about the future of education. "Yeah. Yeah, I guess you did."

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"So, you went from supposedly fighting aliens to teaching kids?" Bellamy recited just to make sure he got that right. "Kind of a fall from grace, don't you think?"

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Oh, low blow. "Not particularly."

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"Why don't you leave?" he wondered, glancing back at the causeway.

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"Until command tells me otherwise, this is where I'm staying," he replied. "But you're more than welcome to give it a shot."

Win-win if he made it through and if he didn't!

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Bellamy took a few steps backwards but he kept the gun pointed at the ground, at least. So, there was some progress.

"I think I wanna have a look around this place." If he could find some things to take back to the camp, it'd be a two birds with one stone situation. He also didn't trust that Octavia wasn't here.

He had to look.

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Progress was good! It also kept Wash from reaching for any of the weapons he had hidden on his person. Because he was a paranoid little man.

"Right. Have fun with that."

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Bellamy was gonna be an unhappy man when he realized he couldn't get the hell off this island. But, that'd come later. In private.

When he could curse. And punch walls. And worry about his sister.