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fandomtownies2015-08-22 08:56 am
notgetkilled) wrote in fandomtownies2015-08-22 08:56 am
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Freedom Arms | Saturday
In the span of night, a lot of things had changed. It seemed like maybe Bellamy wouldn't have to sleep in the frigging woods anymore for at least a little while. It made this place feel a little more permanent but he really needed something a little more comfortable and private if he was going to figure this out. So, he'd take it.
He was well rested for once when he arrived and went about doing a check of the weaponry, restocking ammo, and then sitting behind the counter with his arms crossed. Octavia was on his mind, as she always was, but she was being kept company by thoughts of John Murphy, of all people. That situation...that situation had not gone well.
Bellamy tapped his fingers against his arm while he contemplated everything he'd fix when he got back home.
[Open, no OCD]
He was well rested for once when he arrived and went about doing a check of the weaponry, restocking ammo, and then sitting behind the counter with his arms crossed. Octavia was on his mind, as she always was, but she was being kept company by thoughts of John Murphy, of all people. That situation...that situation had not gone well.
Bellamy tapped his fingers against his arm while he contemplated everything he'd fix when he got back home.
[Open, no OCD]