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bellamy blake. ([personal profile] deployed) wrote in [community profile] station72 2016-06-09 04:42 pm (UTC)

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[ The arcade is one more entry on the list of things Bellamy finds wholly alien about Concordia. He's only visited once before, very briefly, and immediately recoiled from the oppressive crush of the crowd and vivid light displays. The hardest thing about acclimating to Concordia, nevermind the intricacies of brood and nest, is the invasiveness of the noise on top of the consistent flutter of stray thought. But he makes it through the doorway today, one hand gripping the strap of his knapsack, white knuckles betraying his discomfort as he picks his way deeper into the arcade.

His attention catches on the destruction of the poster, the ugliness of the perpetrators' expression, before he turns away. He only catches a glimpse of Steve, accompanied by a flicker of his consciousness. Bellamy hasn't met him officially, not in person, but he picks his way through the arcade anyway, tamping down his discomfort and letting the sense of familiarity draw him in. ]


Hey, [ he says lamely, eyes flicking from Steve to the avatar projected in front of them. He hesitates a moment before continuing, ] How does it work?

[ Which is a more subtle question than Bellamy's initial thought, wondering whether or not Steve had heard the ruckus from the front of the Arcade, noticed the gleeful destruction of the poster and the sentiment behind it. ]

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