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[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.

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[romancekiller]

[clarke just huffs a slight laugh at that ] Yeah, sure but that doesn't mean there won't be though. [because really when have they ever had that sort of luck?]

[jettisons]

[Bellamy's lips quirk again.]

The second someone tries to shoot me, I'll let you know.

[romancekiller]

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

[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]