video | un: blake

[jettisons]

[Bellamy looks exhausted, but by now, there's nothing new about that. His hair is a mess and there are bags under his eyes, but hey, at least he ditched his jacket. Small improvements.]

My name's Bellamy Blake.

[Hey guys, hope you're all doing great, but Bellamy is allergic to polite smalltalk apparently, so he jumps right in.]

Wyver expects us to earn our keep, and we're not exactly drowning in food like we were in Olympia. I'm trying to organize some hunting parties, bring back as much as we can carry. Something tells me not all of us know how to hunt, so I'll teach you if you're willing to put in the work and share what you kill. Any basic survival training you need, I'll help you out.

[That's it, mostly. Except:]

If you're not comfortable leaving the city, don't. We don't need anyone else getting hurt.

Comments

[romancekiller]

It'll be too late by then— but speaking that, we should check in with each other every couple of hours.

[illuminescent]

No.

Well.

No one from home.

[verflair]

But of course. If I may ask, what is it you will be armed with?

[jettisons]

They haven't shot us or slit our throats yet.

[So, not much.]

[obstinance]

how do you expect to help anyone if you can't even help yourself?

[ 'god, clary' is right. ]

[jettisons]

Done.

[But!]

Don't worry about me, Clarke. You've got enough on your plate.

[romancekiller]

[she considers responding by telling him that she'll stop worrying about him if he stops worrying about her but...] You know that's impossible— of course I'm going to be worried. [like she is with everyone else ever but it's always bellamy she seems to worry about more whether she realizes it or not]

[saucius]

Wait, who could slit your throats or shoot you? Are there natives out there?