Thread: RP: The 100: May We Meet Again: One-on-One with Horror_Show

Chaos. Pure chaos. Bellamy loved it. One hundred delinquents were running and shouting with free spirits throughout the forest. The sun was at its apex in the sky, proving there were still numerous hours remaining before the sun set over the horizon. It meant they were given hours to plan, organize, and strategize. Being a natural-born leader, Bellamy wanted to take charge and keep these people safe. But to his knowledge, there were only ninety-nine people on the entire planet and they were right here. The only true dangers were the weather, other surface elements, and possibly animals if any survived the radiation and the nuclear apocalypse. It was doubtful but Bellamy did not know. On the other hand, they were on the fucking ground. What the hell? Who thought that was possible yesterday? They should celebrate. Now, it might have appeared that the Council had sent them to their deaths on this drop ship. Somehow, they lived through the freefall. They were supposed to land on Mount Weather. Unbeknownst to anyone, they had not arrived on the correct location. That was a problem for tomorrow though. They had supplies and rations to last weeks, maybe an entire month if they were lucky and intelligent. Bellamy stored himself inside the ship where those supplies were located. Food, water, and even alcohol. Yes, alcohol. These young people might need some release on the ground. Bellamy stood still, contemplating everything in his mind. Being the eldest, people already looked up to Bellamy. His aura simply radiated what a leader should do and be. Everyone had started gravitating towards Bellamy Blake. After talking with Octavia, he sent her away to explore and have fun. She was his entire world and protecting her was the only reason he boarded the drop ship. While she was running with excitement and joy, Bellamy kept his brown eyes closely on her figure, worrying that one step might cause a tragedy. He spent almost seventeen years protecting her, keeping her underneath the floor in his and his mothers room. That was no life. That was no existence. He liked seeing Octavia running free with a beautiful smile on her face. That was important to the young man. Even his usually stoic demeanor turned into a crooked smile. He wanted to cut loose and relax today and tonight. Aimlessly, Bellamy allowed himself to wander. Actually, he had an objective soon enough. He decided to find some firewood from the forest. They would need a decent fire going to cook all these food items anyways. Bellamy rounded up almost two dozen delinquents eager to help. It also established his authority over the others and all wood had been returned to the center of the camp. Bellamy just walked deeper into the forest, looking for some thick branches to use. His travels led him down a deep hill and into what looked like a ravine. He heard footsteps behind him but paid no attention at first. Then, the footfalls sounded hastened and panicky. When Bellamy turned, he saw a girl with blonde hair almost stumble and fall. Thankfully, he reached out with a strong grip and held her wrist, pulling her taut against his chest. Their eyes locked and it was almost like the world stopped moving. He looked into her eyes and he felt his heart skip so many beats. He almost forgot to talk because he was so engrossed by his emotions. This was so unlike Bellamy. It finally dawned on him that she must have a panic attack. His sister had claustrophobia since she had spent so many years under the floor. She hated small spaces and had panic attacks whenever she was released from the space. The symptoms were obvious. Both of his large, calloused, rough hands placed onto Clarkes shoulders. He recognized her. Clarke Griffin. Her mother was on the Council. What did the daughter of a Council member do that was so bad to end up here? Nonetheless, he went into a a routine he developed with Octavia, regarding how to regulate one's breathing. Hey, hey. Look at me. Look in my eyes. Breathe with me. Follow my pattern. In through your nose and out through your mouth. Everythings fine. She calmed down only slightly but her breathing remained rapid. Now close your eyes and count backwards from one hundred. Trust me. This works like a charm. Its helped my sister so many times. This was always his go-to strategy and after the blonde started counting, her breathing became calm. Bellamy kept a low voice while calming her down to a steady point. When she returned to a regular breathing pattern, Bellamy flashed her a smile that she had seen from earlier. Good. Youre calm now. Lets get you back up to camp so you can relax. Almost immediately at the concept of relaxing, Clarke denied the possibility of enjoying herself. Instead, she rambled off about needing to find food, a water source, and set up shelter. They had no idea what was waiting for them. She might have been hitting a great point but it was only one day. You know, I agree with you. We have to do everything you said. Not today. We have no idea how many hours we have until sunset. Everyone here has waited their entire lives to see Earth. Cant we just take one night to enjoy everything? Ive been gathering some wood. Others, too. We have food to cook. We can party. First time humans have been on earth in almost an entire century. That's one hell of an occasion. I know you like the sound of that, hm? Of course, Bellamy was his usually convincing self. Being tall, handsome, and confident, the male was quite influential and had his way with women, especially. After a few minutes, Clarke finally agreed with Bellamy. They would have one night of fun as a group before getting serious. Nonetheless, the male kept his word and led Clarke back to camp. He could tell she was strong and independent but recovering from an anxiety attack was something he took with the utmost seriousness and caution. Bellamy wanted her to sit on one of the logs and help direct the locations of the fires and order the logs. He pointed out where the food and drinks were located on the ship. That way, she still held some usefulness and leadership, exhibiting her independence. In the mean time, Bellamy went back into the woods to help with gathering more wood though he certainly hoped their time spent together was not over for tonight.