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Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

................where are the emojis that describe me slowly pressing my face into the floor....i kNOW HOW TO READ I PROMISE

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

just waiting on a reply from ryker or emerson before moving on, but if everyone starts moving too far ahead i'll probably just handwave ryker's response.

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

is it even a viable option to stay near/in the ship or do we have to run?

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

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Ginny drew in a shuddering breath as the tension slowly deflated, her shoulders dropping out of their defensive set as the sudden adrenaline from being threatened with a gun faded away. She had just raised her hand to pinch the bridge of her nose—an old habit she'd picked up from her mother—when a voice spoke up behind her, and she whirled.

"I'm fine, just f—" She paused in the middle of a well-rehearsed response, face blank for a moment, before her eyes widened. "Richard!" Genevieve lunged forward, pulling the boy she'd known as a child into a lightning-quick hug before stepping back. She smiled, unable to feel awkward about her response when it was just so good to see an even distantly familiar face that wasn't screaming violence.

"R-Ryker, I mean—and Emerson—I'm so glad to see you. Well, not—not glad, because you're here, but—you know what I mean." Her smile was a bit shaky around the edges, but the sentiment was genuine.

Ginny glanced around, and the group seemed to be organizing to leave and head north. She frowned, shifting from foot to foot before she looked back at Ryker. "I'm going to stay here," she said as she came to a decision, tracing the seam on the first aid kit still in her hands. "Get things organized, try and keep people together for now, get a better idea of what we have. You're welcome to help if you don't want to head out with them."

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

i think i'm gonna keep genevieve at the crash site for now (shocker), organizing things and inventory-ing. two reasons, one, i might be a little scarce for a while and if any action happens i don't want to slow everyone down, two, there is no earthly (ba dum tss.....) reason ginny would go traipsing off into the woods. also she can take over the world(?) while yall are gone lmao

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

i'm set to go! although i'll probably get a post up tonight or tomorrow responding to ryker.

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

[blows on fingers repeatedly to cool them]

shoutout to my fifth grade teacher who let me play typer shark all the time. u the real mvp

Why We Fall (Loosely based on The 100)

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Genevieve had just opened her mouth to reassure the white-haired boy that yes, of course she was willing to show them, when a disaster masquerading as a human being came walking out of the ship. Ten minutes ago she would never have guessed anyone could be this aggressively anything, and yet, here they were.

She'd never had a gun held on her before. Not even when they'd come to arrest her after her father died. Then, the guards had been so baffled, so sure that there had been some mistake, that they'd treated her kindly; later, of course, they weren't nearly so forgiving, but even then, no one looked at her and thought 'dangerous convict—go get the big guns.'

Still, though, the cold barrel pressing into her stomach made her freeze solid, but she didn't cry out, didn't scream, didn't even flinch away. If she was going to be dead, she would be dead—no reflexes in the world would save her from a bullet or a pulser or whatever the hell this was. Instead, Ginny just stared wide-eyed into the other girl's face. She'd been waiting five years to die, she wasn't going to collapse in hysterics now.

When her chin was gently tilted upwards, though, and a sharp-edged smile was tossed in her direction by the same girl that had threatened her life, she was...admittedly confused. She stood there for a moment, mouth hanging open slightly, as a gauntlet was thrown down that couldn't be ignored.

Except—

"What is wrong with you?" Ginny demanded, shoulders hunched up but her eyes flashing with uncharacteristic anger. "Is this the first thing you think of? Killing each other off without a second thought? Regressing back to the Dark Ages?"

She turned to the crowd, eyes wide in pure disbelief that anyone could think this was a good idea. "This is—this is madness. Actually madness. Why do you think we're all here? We stepped wrong. Anyone who rails against the Inquisitors, who knows what they can do, who's seen what things are really like—they destroy people, they beat them, they kill them. Everyone up there who isn't on top lives in fear. Don't you want to be better?"

Mirror, Fox, Key

As Emma turned away to Spook, Lily suddenly became aware of the line of pain across her cheek and the blood dripping from her chin. Perhaps she should have shared Meryn's fears—that any minute, any day now, black crystals would fester in her skin like maggots on meat, turn her into a walking corpse like Spook.

She'd heard people tell her the same thing when her father caught a wasting disease (and wasn't it awful that now she worried that the crystals got to him too? Just as well his body had been buried far away from the city, then). She'd still tended to him day and night, and apparently a blasé disregard for any threat to her health was the same thing as an immune system of steel.

Blasé disregard was probably her most useful skill, come to think of it.

Reaching down, Lily pulled a sorry-looking kitchen knife from her boot, its 'sheath' looking more like part of an old shoe than anything else. She cut half the length from her much-mended skirt, and after eyeing the swath of purple fabric critically for a moment, tore off a small piece that she pressed to the cut on her cheek. The rest she wadded up and held out to Meryn with a smile she didn't let shake.

"Your hurts are a little more out of my league than a bloodied nose, but stoppering them up can't hurt, right?" she said, before her smile turned a bit less genuine and she leaned in slightly. "And while I think you'd look striking in onyx, you're about as crystallized as I am."

Of course, that had to be the moment a metal...steaming...thing trundled up on them from across the plain. Lily stared for a moment, her expression reading as nothing more than blank, hand still hovering between her and Meryn. There was nothing like that in Enn. There was nothing close to that in Enn.

What was more, the thing that was beyond Enn's engineers wildest dreams spoke.

"Who are you and what is your intention?"

Alex seemed flabbergasted. Lily had reached her limit for flabbergastment.

"If I may, sir," she said in as gentle and honest a tone as she could manage, pitching her voice to be heard but not to shout. "We are but travelers—" capital T or not, "—looking for safe harbor for our wounded and somewhere to rest for a while. We mean no harm to you or any of those that you protect with such diligence."

Mirror, Fox, Key

@Mokley i'll get one going asap! have we heard anything from jordy/alex?