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[anarchos]

Who: Bellamy Blake anarchos & you !!
When: icly backdated: 7/19 ~ 7/23
Where: various! entertainment district most likely for the parkour
What: parkouring + event things!
Rating/Warning: will warn appropriately for particular memories from a dystopia canon

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( a ) PARKOUR !!

[When Bellamy first arrived and was given the job of Parkour Performance Artist, he can't lie and say he didn't scoff at it. He learned to parkour as a means of fighting and defense, not to show off. It feels weird that the job even exists in concept, that there's time for it to be recreation. But he adjusts, because if there's one thing Bellamy is good at, it's adjusting.]

[He even kind of grows to like it. It's not the same as real training, but he uses it as extra training in this new world, and he gets paid for it. He tests his limits and springboards and gets better on his own. It's different doing parkour in a much more urban environment compared to the trees and towers he learned back home, but once again, it's an adjustment he makes. If he occasionally uses his magic when he's on the job, he's never heard a rule against it, and probably wouldn't care if there was one anyway. Bellamy lets himself have a little fun with his job, which is something new to him, to be honest.]

[There's something thrilling every time he flips himself from the roof of one building to another, or slips down between the walls, using windowsills and ladder rungs and neon lights as footholds. When the jump is too far, he brings the ledges closer with a sheet of ice extension, which shatters under his feet once he touches it. It's stupidly reckless, but he's smiling as he does it anyway, testing his timing under the watchful eyes of whoever might be the audience. He fell off a balcony once; this time he wouldn't be unprepared for a drop.]

[Maybe he backflips off a building and lands in front of you. But his balance is kept and there's no collision. He'll never admit it, but he likes to land near to people, both to test how close he can get without running into them and to just see whatever the reaction is. Alternatively, just catch him on a break sprawled out on a bench and chugging some water.]

( b ) too hot, hot damn

[Bellamy doesn't do coffee too much. He has a hard enough time sleeping already, he doesn't need to add caffeine to it; hot chocolate is another story. It's one drink he doesn't mind treating himself with. It's also one drink that is, as the name suggests, hot, so if someone just happens to bump into him while he's leaving the cafe and make him spill it, the liquid spills down his pants, and he swears a little because it's, you know. Hot. That cup was still steaming even through the lid.]

[Except then it goes on pause because - Oops, looks like he's gotten himself stuck in a memory. If it's a positive one, he'll suddenly look off guard. Relaxed in a way he wasn't two seconds ago. It'd be flashbacks of laughing with his sister, of dancing with Clarke at Samhain, of being with Grell at the outpost, of his people back home on Unity Day before everything went to shit.]

[If it's a bad one, his entire body stiffens and goes hostile. And there are a lot of bad, bloody memories in his head. His fist clenches so tight, it almost looks like he's going to break the cup of cocoa. There are too many bodies in his memories.]

[Stick around till he comes out of a good or bad memory: Y/N?]

( c ) what does the fox say?? fuck off

[Of course it's a fucking fox. Bellamy doesn't really know what's going on, but there's a goddamn fox in his line of sight near constantly, and it sets him on edge, because he thought he was done with foxes. Even if this one is something more ethereal, it looks aggressive in a way that reminds him of himself. There's a very paranoid part of him wondering if the Cult managed to follow him even here, but he refuses to believe it.]

[It doesn't stop him from glowering every time he sees the fox behind him, which of course just makes it look like he's glowering at nothing. And if he gets a weird look for his glare, said glare will just intensify. He make a dry, dripping sarcastic remark, like it's not the first time he's dealt with this (and it isn't).] Let me guess, you don't see it?

[Unless the fox runs into someone; not as adept as dodging people as Bellamy is, the fox very well could headbutt someone in the legs as he rushes along with a bag full of groceries, or as even as he browses the stacks in the library.]

[(pls specify if you'd like a good or bad memory or i will randomize! warning that bad memories may come with warnings of blood/death/torture/other awful things)]

( d ) open

[insert other scenario here?? feel free to pm or yolo it]

Comments

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[sayonaradumbass]

[kaneda is, for once, minding his own damn business when Bellamy swoops in; makes him drop his shit (a bag of goodies, not actual shit for once) and everything.]

What the fuck!? If you wanna play around, find someone else to steal shit from, asshole! [this doesn't change when he realizes who it is] The hell are you doing.

[anarchos]

[Bellamy probably could stand to look a little more apologetic; at least he ducks down to pick some of it up.]

My job. [He says this far too innocuously as holds some of the stuff out.] If I was trying to steal from you, I would have done it a lot more subtly.

[sayonaradumbass]

[snatching the bag back, he shifts to look inside to make sure everything's dandy. then:]

Fuck off, that can't be your job. Startling people? It ain't Halloween!

[anarchos]

[If it weren't so amusing, the constant swearing would be irritating - but Bellamy's just in a good mood for once.]

Apparently they do pay you to flip around the city as an entertainer. [A beat.] Definitely not Halloween, I don't have a costume. Be more observant, kid.

[sayonaradumbass]

Your costume could've been a poser. [someone's pissed he got DISSED, SOOOONNNN!]

I can't believe that's your job. You do this all day? You get any tail?

[anarchos]

[It really should not be so fun to rile this guy up and tempting to keep at it.]

Yeah, that was my reaction from day one. It doesn't even sound like a real job. If I did it all day, I'd wipe myself out. [And then he just looks confused because look: post apocalyptic space dystopia vernacular apparently changes, and he has no idea what that means.] Why would I have a tail?

[sayonaradumbass]

What a stupid job! You sweat and run around, that's too much work. [just. stares]

Tail. Chicks. Do you get any girls? Jesus Christ...like talking to an old man...

[anarchos]

I'd be doing it anyway. I'm basically getting paid to train.

[Kaneda gets an unimpressed look. But Bellamy is kind of an old man at heart, let's be real.] Jesus. That's not what the job's for. What if someone's after a guy, does that count for tail too? Don't wanna get the lingo wrong.

[His voice is now chalk full of sarcasm instead of teasing.]

[sayonaradumbass]

I guess it counts, sure? I don't chase dudes though so....it's whatever you're into, bro.

[NICE, THANKS FOR MAKING THIS AWKWARD]

Just go easy on the training. You're making the rest of us look bad.

[anarchos]

Good to know. [He rolls his eyes, feeling absolutely no awkwardness. IT'S ON YOU KANEDA.] I'm not chasing anyone, seeing as I already have someone, so no, not happening with my job. A word of advice: find a better icebreaker.

[He shrugs.] Maybe instead you just need to step it up.

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[flamekeeper]

[ Her memories thus far have been uneventful, things that she doesn't mind having her humanity off for. Finding Wells' body, killing Finn, her first kiss with Jason, the opening of the Rook; the memories are both good and bad, but regardless of what she sees, no emotions accompany them. It's almost boring having to see them now, like a constant reminder of the feelings she really does not miss. If her humanity was around, she's sure that this shit would be leaving her a mess.

While she finds herself being caught in random memories throughout the week, and watches others get caught in theirs, it's a new one to see Bellamy stuck in one of his own. The person he's bumped into steps around him and into the cafe, and Clarke wanders over to lean against one of the outdoor table sets, watching him with a curiously tilted head.

(She's been keeping her distance. Bellamy and Grell both keep trying to get her to turn it back on, and Clarke's having none of it. But it gets boring just wandering the city on her own, and Bellamy is pretty obvious about wanting to keep an eye on her, probably to ensure she isn't doing anything horrible.)

It's when his grip begins to tighten and she watches the cocoa spill over his fingers that she arches an eyebrow, waiting for him to come out of it. ]

Bad day? [ Her tone suggests she cares, but. ]

[anarchos]

[Bellamy has seen a few of his own memories, and he tries hard to just relive and think about only the good ones. It's a balance he has to strike, because it was bad enough having nightmares about his past, now he gets to relive it thanks to a cup of fucking hot chocolate.]

[This one is the Cultist. Eugen, tortured, Eugen dead. His skin crawls, knowing thoughts of his own torture are sure to follow, like they always do after Eugen flares back to life in his head.]

[He comes out of it and his fingers are burning like his leg; he scowls down and rushes to set the cup down on the nearest table, grabbing a fistful of napkins. He's dabbing at his skin when he sees her, hears her, and his whole body tenses.]

[Her tone is familiar, but her posture isn't. No matter what Clarke sounds like, he can see it in her that she hasn't turned her humanity back on yet. It's not really what he needs right now, and he wants to be concerned, but he can't, not when he's still trying to get a grip on himself and he can't reach out for her to help.]

[So he responds hotly, quietly angry, even though he knows it won't effect her in anyway - but it makes him feel better to be a jerk about it in this moment. His anger steadies him, an old familiar defense.]

You're getting better at pretending you care.

[flamekeeper]

[ The sigh she offers is an exaggerated one, as though what he says deeply inconveniences her on some level. ]

That's rude, I'm trying. [ Well, sort of. Maybe?

Nevermind, she isn't trying at all.

Pushing herself up from the edge of the table to walk over to him, she quickly snatches his cup from his hand to take a sip; it's slightly awkward due to the slightly crushed nature of the cup, but she manages to make do. It's not an odd gesture in itself for her to do this, but she knows that it might grate on him right now, having Clarke do something so familiar in the middle of this; she doesn't really care, but there's a quiet part of her that tells her she should.

She holds the cup back out to him, head tilted curiously. ]

So? What did you see?

[anarchos]

[His expression is still cut off, his mouth drawn into a tight line.] Yeah, I can still tell when you're lying. Don't bother.

[Bellamy gets more tense when she walks over to him, not out of fear that she's going to hurt him so much as his entire everything is still on edge from the memory. He frowns when she takes the cup, and she's right - it does grate on him, because he knows she's doing it deliberately. She steals his drinks all the time but - this is different, it's not Clarke. The downside to knowing her so well, even wrapped up in this state, is that he knows when she's trying to be irritating.]

[It still works.]

[He doesn't take the cup back. Instead his eyes flicker off to the side as one hand curls into a fist, nails digging into his palm to try and keep himself away from his own torture. His heart is pounding and she can probably hear it, but he's trying to ignore that.]

It's probably not even worth it to tell you.

[flamekeeper]

But you want to, right? [ Her voice is curious, although she doesn't quite work to keep the mocking edge out of it. Even now her curiosity remains insatiable, although Clarke wonders if that she' actually curious as to what he saw, or if she just likes needling Bellamy because she knows how much it manages to bother him.

With the cup ignored, she tosses it to a nearby tashcan, obviously done with it and not interested in holding on to the trash. Instead, it gives her leave to clasp her hands behind her back, head tilting to the side as she continues. ]

I mean, that's what most people do, isn't it? Confide in their girlfriends after a bad day. [ Clarke, did you really have to use the g-word? ]

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[protectthecastle]

[Veronica had seen the Parkour Artist jumping around the entire day, sometimes from inside stores (and she'd immediately poke her head out to watch), sometimes from the second floor of buildings, Which is why on seeing him sitting there, drinking water, she makes her way over.

No time like the present to start talking to him, right?? Much better than when he was jumping around, at least.]

Hello. May I sit? I saw you earlier, climbing. May I ask why? May I ask how?

[anarchos]

[He doesn't miss her approaching, but since she doesn't feel threatening, he doesn't pay her too much attention until she speaks up, then Bellamy's gaze flickers over.]

There's plenty of room. [There is not nearly as much room as he thinks there is, a fact he belatedly notices, and he moves his leg over.] It's my job. Apparently they can pay you to parkour. Must be doing something right if I got your attention.

[protectthecastle]

[She's definitely not threatening, really more curious than anything else. Her smile is quick and cheerful as he moves over, and thankfully she doesn't mind a tight squeeze (barely having any concept of personal space to begin with) and sets herself down beside him.

Not sure why catching her attention was so important, she tilts her head, thinking it over as she speaks.]

I think it caught the attention of quite a few people, did it not? [Especially when someone purposefully lands near to others.]

Do you like it, then? [It would be sad if he did this as a job and didn't like it.] It looked like fun. Is it possible to learn to do what you do? If so, would you be willing to teach me?

[anarchos]

[Bellamy stiffens a little with the proximity, subtly shuffling himself over to put a bit more space between them. It's not her, it's - general closeness, in this context. Besides, he could probably stand to sprawl a little less.]

[She gets a quick snort of laughter though.] The more the better, right? Then the money's not going to waste.

[His eyebrows crinkle a little at her question. He does like it, but flat out saying so to someone he doesn't know has a block.] I don't hate it. I get to use it to help keep up with my training, and I get paid for it. So why not?

You could probably learn. I only got started about two years ago. But if I'm gonna teach someone, it'd help if I knew who they were.

[protectthecastle]

[Veronica notices the shuffling, and is about to wonder if she's done something wrong or if she had missed a social cue of some sort (which happened often when you were sheltered away from people your whole life). But then he laughs, and she tucks the question away, for now.]

Indeed. [People pay for him to do this, so it only makes logical sense that he should give them their money's worth, right?]

I wondered, because I thought it would be wonderful if you did like it. It is always nice to be able to do something that you enjoy while making money. At least, that is something I have seen written.

[She smiles at him:] Veronica. My name is Veronica. [because did he just offer to teach her? She's pretty sure he did.]

And you are?

[anarchos]

[Bellamy's not always the best at small talk, despite how well he can read people, and he does notice she seems curious about the way he shuffles - but she does't bring it up, so neither does he.]

[He also notices that she is, on the upfront, a very positive person. He snorts a bit.] Yeah, no, it's rare to enjoy your job as far as I'm concerned, so I'm not gonna complain about getting to do something like this right now.

Bellamy. Do you have any experience in - anything remotely similar?

[protectthecastle]

[She'll bring it up during a lull in the conversation, or if he shuffles again, no worries about that Bellamy.]

Do you have much experience doing jobs that you did not enjoy, then? [she tilts her head at him, as if that would somehow help her figure it out]

And it is a pleasure to meet you, Bellamy. I used to go on walks all the time with my dog. [That is technically remotely similar. In that there is movement from one point to another.]

But I have never done much climbing.

[anarchos]

[Bellamy grits his teeth a little, if only so he doesn't spit out something edging on rude. But he doesn't really like talking about his time as a janitor much - and if he's honest, he never wanted to join the guard either, not for himself at least.]

[He shrugs instead of answering.] People do all kinds of jobs they don't like. It's not always a real choice.

[There's a slight eyebrow raise.] Yeah, I take my dogs on walks all the time too. Not sure I'd say that's a good starting stone, unless your dog could run up walls.

It's climbing and lots of flipping. Starting from scratch isn't impossible, but there's a lot of physicality involved.

[protectthecastle]

[If anything, spitting out something rude would have been an education of itself. She's aware that she doesn't catch cues and that more often than not, her words are blunt to the point of rudeness. But she's never minded having her own deficiencies pointed out. It meant she could change, be better than she was.

The shrug is baffling to say the least. She dislikes assuming, but the answer itself is vague enough that she's left with the feeling that she shouldn't have asked the question. Her lips press together briefly but she can't apologize when he doesn't ask her to.]

It should be a choice. [Forgive this naive princess, Bellamy. She means well.]

He was a normal dog, so no, he did not. But I am willing to learn and to try. [And she is incredibly stubborn and tenacious once her mind is made up.]

[anarchos]

[He gives her a glance. It's absolutely naive but it's the kind of wishful thinking that he can, at least now compared to years ago, recognize as coming from a good place. On some level it bugs him, but he doesn't show it.] There are a lot of shoulds out there. Doesn't mean it goes that way.

[He taps his fingers a little, considering.] It's not as easy as deciding you want to. It's a lot of practice, training. Can you do a somersault?