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when were you happy? (open)
CHARACTERS: Beth and YOU
WHERE: here there and everywhere
WHEN: any day and every day
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pineappamatic!
WARNINGS: N/A! will update as necessary
i. hello, it's me
[Beth doesn't like the sensation of the mental link, like a lot of people. She feels like it's been enough time that she should be used to it by now, but she isn't. She doesn't mind people seeing into her head, though, as much as she feels like she's infringing on others' boundaries, or inflicting the tangled mess of her mind on them.
So, she's making a point to meet and get to know everyone. Really get to know them, the old fashioned way. Where people reveal information about themselves as they feel comfortable.
It's kind of a tall order, but she's trying.
It could be anywhere: in the rec wing or the nesting deck or just in a hallway. The ice doesn't need to be broken first, either; if Beth makes eye contact with a stranger long enough, she'll muster up the courage to break it herself, stepping forward enough to catch their eye.]
Hi. [Her voice is soft but her eyes are steady. She holds her hand out to shake.] I'm Beth. I don't think we've met before.
ii. push it
[On occasion, Beth can be found in the training wing. There isn't a set pattern to when she shows up; it's more that there are good days and bad days, and on her bad days she feels a need to be productive. She needs to be better. Stronger. She can't get complacent or comfortable. This place isn't any safer than where she came from, it's just a different kind of danger.
The thing is, though, she's small. And she's never had any sort of proper training regimen; most of what she knows is a combination of physical feats made in fight-or-flight situations and what people could teach her in the scant moments of spare time they could find back at the prison.
But she can start by lifting some weights.]
'Scuse me. [She points at a set of hand weights that they may or may not be standing in front of.] Can I get at those?
iv. choose your own adventure
[Hit me with a prompt of your own, or let me know if you'd like to plot out something else!]
WHERE: here there and everywhere
WHEN: any day and every day
SUMMARY: open prompts for downtime. if you'd like something specific hit me up at
WARNINGS: N/A! will update as necessary
i. hello, it's me
[Beth doesn't like the sensation of the mental link, like a lot of people. She feels like it's been enough time that she should be used to it by now, but she isn't. She doesn't mind people seeing into her head, though, as much as she feels like she's infringing on others' boundaries, or inflicting the tangled mess of her mind on them.
So, she's making a point to meet and get to know everyone. Really get to know them, the old fashioned way. Where people reveal information about themselves as they feel comfortable.
It's kind of a tall order, but she's trying.
It could be anywhere: in the rec wing or the nesting deck or just in a hallway. The ice doesn't need to be broken first, either; if Beth makes eye contact with a stranger long enough, she'll muster up the courage to break it herself, stepping forward enough to catch their eye.]
Hi. [Her voice is soft but her eyes are steady. She holds her hand out to shake.] I'm Beth. I don't think we've met before.
ii. push it
[On occasion, Beth can be found in the training wing. There isn't a set pattern to when she shows up; it's more that there are good days and bad days, and on her bad days she feels a need to be productive. She needs to be better. Stronger. She can't get complacent or comfortable. This place isn't any safer than where she came from, it's just a different kind of danger.
The thing is, though, she's small. And she's never had any sort of proper training regimen; most of what she knows is a combination of physical feats made in fight-or-flight situations and what people could teach her in the scant moments of spare time they could find back at the prison.
But she can start by lifting some weights.]
'Scuse me. [She points at a set of hand weights that they may or may not be standing in front of.] Can I get at those?
iv. choose your own adventure
[Hit me with a prompt of your own, or let me know if you'd like to plot out something else!]
no subject
[ But Bellamy's not as good an instructor as Lincoln was, for all Bellamy had been on the receiving end of that skill. Bellamy's method was different. But he can begrudgingly recommend someone else. ]
There's a woman on board, Lexa, who'd probably help you if you asked.
[ Irritably concedes that Lexa is good at fighting and teaching people to fight. ]
You don't have to limit yourself. There's plenty of us who would be happy to teach you.
no subject
[She never had reason to mistrust people, before. Then she had every reason, betrayals and ambushes and desperation. She's never wanted to be mistrustful of people, always thought it better to give them the benefit of the doubt, but fear is hard to unlearn.]
Are you... busy right now?
no subject
[ And sparring with Beth would be...familiar, Bellamy suspects. He can't think of Monroe without being choked by grief, but he sees Beth and recognizes the similarities, the same when he thinks of Harper. She'd have fit beside them.
That's not necessarily a good thing. ]
We can start with the basics. I'm not good with anything showy.
no subject
[It's not really in her nature to draw attention to herself, which is how "showy" translates in her head. That, and she's almost positive she wouldn't be able to go much further than the basics anyway. She bends to put the weights back down by her feet.]
How should I start?
[She holds both hands up in a sort of tentative, incorrect boxing posture. Fighting??]