[closed] should've heard them knocked-out jailbirds sing

[wrackful]

CHARACTERS: Bellamy, Murphy, Ilde, The Darkling and a special appearance from Y.
WHERE: Gamma Block Jail.
WHEN: DAY :050 - DAY :052
SUMMARY: Bellamy and Murphy spend two days in jail before Ilde and The Darkling bust them out.
WARNINGS: Violence.

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[deployed]

The Ark wasn't made to let people like us win.

[ Clarke had accused Bellamy of taking that stance to garner support among the hundred, and that hadn't been entirely wrong. But Bellamy had believed everything he'd said. The Ark wasn't made to allow anyone to flourish who wasn't as privileged as Clarke had been. Murphy's memories swim through his mind, mingle with Bellamy's as he smooths the fabric into place over Murphy's hands. ]

At least here we have a fighting chance.

[ Which is different from everything else that had happened and likely was still happening on the ground in their absence. ]

It's better than being a janitor.

[ It's said a joke, but it masks the bigger, more terrifying prospect that Bellamy had lived day in and day out with: Octavia's trial, and the possibility that they'd float her. Being slowly crushed to death under the weight of the Ark's hierarchy paled beside the idea of watching his sister be sucked out of the airlock the way his mother had been. ]

[wrackful]

[There's a lot of things he could say to that. That Bellamy's idea of a fighting chance was seriously skewed. That being a janitor was probably better than having an alien bug in your head. That it wasn't the Ark which wasn't made for letting them win, but the whole damn multiverse.

But he looks at Bellamy's expression and swallows those words down. Cynicism was practical, had kept Murphy alive further than maybe he should have managed, but he knows it all and so does Bellamy. Neither of them need him to say it in this moment. His mouth tugs, instead.]

Yeah, somehow I doubt you were any good at that. Janitoring.

[He thinks of Bellamy with a mop in hand and can only imagine it shortly being used as a weapon. But he's done alright on this weird attempt at bandaging, as much as Murphy's sure he doesn't need it. The second wrap's as comfortable as the first as he stretches his hand, tests it.]

Thanks.

[deployed]

You're welcome.

[ Clarke would have done better with the bandages, but they look like they'll hold. His own hands fall to his lap as he watches Murphy inspect his handiwork. The Ark feels worlds away, but he still thinks about how he'd never have crossed paths with Murphy if they'd stayed on it. There would have been so much that never would have happened to him. Bellamy isn't sure whether that's a good or bad thing anymore.

But still, the idea of the Ark is still too stifling to feel preferable even in the face of so much suffering. Bellamy's trying to come up with a flippant way to voice that, or deflect the accusation about his janitorial duties when he feels a tug in the back of his head. ]

Murphy.

[ Bellamy's voice drops, quiet. He can feel the Darkling. It's not the same dampened contact from the hospital. He's close by. That changes everything. ]

( Our way out is here. )