The Preserve | Tuesday Afternoon

[notgetkilled]

These woods had been his home for about seven days now. The bad thing was that it was freaking hot here. Every single morning Bellamy woke up, his hair was matted to his head and his clothes were damp with sweat and clinging to him. The good thing was that Bellamy was used to this sort of thing. He'd survived in worse conditions.

And it wasn't like he had anywhere else to go. He had a job but he hadn't done any work there yet. Money was going to be an issue for awhile. But, no one had bothered him and he'd been free to stalk around to find a way home.

He'd failed at finding anything worthwhile. The only thing he'd accomplished was to find some water to wash his shirt and jacket with. Those were currently hanging across a branch, drying. Bellamy was sitting against tree, meticulously cleaning his gun.

He still didn't trust almost anyone on this damn island so he wasn't going to be giving up his gun. He'd put that down when he found Octavia.

[ Shirtless dude in the woods. Open, ofc ]

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[100leader.livejournal.com]

Against her better judgement, Clarke headed off in the woods to see how Bellamy was doing. She was not surprised to see him with a gun nor was she was surprised to see that he was shirtless.

She did not enjoy the view. At all.

"So you're still here."

[notgetkilled]

"I can't get off this island," he said without looking up. "Where else would I go? Not really feeling like spending time in the church even though it's free."

He really, really did not want to be preached to.

[100leader.livejournal.com]

Clarke shrugged. "I'm not going to pretend to know what goes on in your mind, Bellamy."

[notgetkilled]

"Good, I'd rather you didn't," he told her, finally looking up. "How was class today? Learn anything fun?"

[100leader.livejournal.com]

Clarke rolled her eyes. "Sorry I don't find sitting in the woods half-naked cleaning guns to be worthy of my time."

[notgetkilled]

"It's hot," he explained, gesturing to the sky with his hand. "And where else would you like me to go, Clarke? I don't have any money. You want me to go sleep on a park bench instead?"

[100leader.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say that. It's just not what I want to do," she said. "I got the opportunity to stay in a building for free so long as I go to class, so excuse me for taking advantage of it instead of sleeping outside."

[notgetkilled]

"Well, you got lucky," Bellamy said dryly, shaking his head. "I didn't. What else is new?"

[100leader.livejournal.com]

"Do you expect me to feel bad for something that was out of my control?" she asked.

[notgetkilled]

"I don't expect anything from you," he answered, shaking his head. "Not really sure what you want me from though."

[100leader.livejournal.com]

"As per usual, Bellamy, I just want to make sure you don't do anything stupid," Clarke said. "Believe it or not, I don't want you dead."

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy huffed and leaned back against the tree, arms against his knees.

"C'mon, what could I possibly do on this island?" he asked, looking around. "Everyone's as straitlaced as you are."

[100leader.livejournal.com]

"You'd be surprised." By both the island and herself. "Weird stuff happens here. I didn't sign up for my own classes; the day I arrived there was a name tag waiting for me and my assigned room. They got all of my information somehow."

[kenselvren]

Jalian was on a run through the forest when she caught sight of the strange boy. She paused to ogle his chest, then a bit longer to assess his weapon.

[notgetkilled]

"People who stare make me nervous," he warned, glancing up at her. "And I don't like to be nervous."

[kenselvren]

Jalian grinned, coming closer. "Then don't be so pretty."

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy looked up, head tilted to one side.

"Sorry, I don't think I heard you correctly there," he said. Everyone save for Clarke and York had been all about trying to talk down to him. Her words were surprising.

[kenselvren]

Jalian just kept grinning. "Do you have bad hearing?" she teased. "That's a shame." She folded herself neatly to sit near him. "I don't know you. Jalian." She belatedly remembered modern manners and stuck out her hand.

[notgetkilled]

"You don't know me because I've been here a week," he told her, shaking her hand warily. A new person who made herself at home that easily? It was unfamiliar. "Bellamy."

[kenselvren]

Jalian nodded. "You're not here for the school, then?"

[notgetkilled]

"Too old for that," he told her, resting an arm against his knee. "I've got a job working in town but it hasn't started yet so I've made the woods and the dirt my home."

[kenselvren]

Jalian nodded. "The woods here are good. No large predators, firm ground, enough food plants, and the weather isn't too bad."

It was possible she had a different definition on that last one than most; ken Selvren lands hit much more extreme temperatures than most current-day Earth places. Heat just meant she could wear less and would get more tan chalky.

[notgetkilled]

"The weather's hot as shit," Bellamy said, shaking his head. "But, it's what I'm used to so I'll deal with it. At least until I can get myself off this island."

[kenselvren]

"It's the same temperature on the mainland," Jalian offered. "You didn't mean to be here?"

[notgetkilled]

"Not even for a second," he said, only sounding slightly bitter. "This isn't an intentional trip. I need to get back but I can't."