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john "trash prince" murphy ([personal profile] wrackful) wrote in [community profile] station72 2016-12-28 02:51 am (UTC)

[Murphy could almost roll his eyes. He's been ready. Bellamy's the one who's had to put a face on, push for an affectation that no longer seems to come too easily for him.]

( Yeah, well, we can't build any walls in here. )

[It's a lazy pointer on how different the territory they're in and the territory Bellamy's used to is. But it isn't as sharp as it could be. Murphy doesn't expect him to be useless. Just off step.

Sleep would probably help, and Murphy's close to suggesting he lay down, try to catch some more now while lights were on and Murphy could keep watch. But he's stopped by a siren breaking the air, guards coming to the door and yelling for them to line up for meal time.]


( Think you can eat? )

[Food wasn't sleep, but it was a step in the same direction. If Bellamy's stomach had settled enough to keep anything down.]

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