MCA #5 into Town, Sunday Evening leading into Sunday Night

[electrocynic]

That had definitely been... something.

Sarah hadn't minded the wacky Technicolour '20s-by-way-of-'50s musical world she'd ended up in for a bit after trying to surprise a mook with a blaster a few days ago. Nor had she minded the nudity involved in the escape today because she'd been sufficiently furious not to give a single flying fuck what anyone thought of any of her wobbly bits, or who saw them.

But when you'd had your powers for about as long as you'd been getting your period, getting them snatched away even in something that had turned out not to be real (and even just for a while) was a pretty hard hit. Especially together with a very much real kidnapping.

She hadn't remembered what it was like not to be able to talk to electric things. Now she did.

She didn't like it.

And it was too late in the evening, or too early in the morning, to be calling up London to complain. At least not without getting pestered stupid fucking pointless questions like what had her calling people in the middle of the night. Which meant it was pointless to call because it wasn't as if she wanted to talk. She wanted –– something. But not that. So. No fucking calling anyone. She could sit here in her kitchen and drum the table with her fingertips until she calmed the hell down.

Bumsticks.

... Yeah, she couldn't stay still. She couldn't even stay home. She tried valiantly for a good while, but –– fuck it. Eventually she found herself in town in the middle of the night. Lighting cigarette after cigarette.

[ooc: Look, just because I couldn't brain for the BDE doesn't mean my characters shouldn't suffer consequences omg. Open, yes.]

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[electrocynic]

"What's it to you?" Sarah drawled, tone a little biting. Sorry, Bellamy. You'd gotten on her bad side at a really vulnerable time. Not that she was ever very friendly.

She took another drag off her cigarette. The acid in her voice mellowed back into a general mild annoyance. "A girl can't just be outside after another episode of Fandom fuckery?"

[notgetkilled]

"It was a simple question," he snapped, shaking his head. "Maybe I thought this place was gonna have a parade or some shit. Wouldn't surprise me at this point. I just wanted to be able to scope out a good place to stand."

If she wanted to mouth off, he could give just as good as he got. In fact, it was almost a comfort to find someone willing to bitch at him.

[electrocynic]

"There's no fucking parade," Sarah told him scathingly. "There are never parades in this bloody town."

There had actually been at least one since she'd come here. But details.

"There's just... this."

[notgetkilled]

"Just this?" Bellamy repeated, almost sounding amused at her anger. "Just you standing out in the dark smoking a cigarette like some cliche?"

He exhaled a laugh.

"Wow, what a place this is."

[electrocynic]

Sarah rolled her eyes.

Dropped her cigarette butt on the ground and step on it with the toes of her boot.

[notgetkilled]

"Intense," Bellamy said dryly, looking down at the poor cigarette losing its life to her boot. "You got any of those you can spare?"

[electrocynic]

"Depends on who's asking."

Seriously. So far, you weren't her new favourite, Bellamy.

[notgetkilled]

"Asking for a friend," Bellamy quipped, amused. "I've only been on Earth a few weeks, gimme a break. I haven't seen a cigarette in years."

[electrocynic]

"Ugh, another space boy." That wasn't winning any points in his favour, either. For reasons.

Still, she needed to dig into her pocket for another cigarette anyway, so after a moment, she held the open packet out towards him. "Go on, then."

[notgetkilled]

"Wasn't by choice," he told her, reaching over and plucking a cigarette from her pack. "Where I came from, nuclear war happened. We had to go to space to survive."

[electrocynic]

"Well, 's far as sob stories go, that's a new one." Sorry if she didn't sound terribly interested. It was kind of her thing. The pack safely back in her pocket, her own cigarette ended up between her lips where she lit it with a flick of her lighter. "Let me guess, it was terrible for everyone?"

[notgetkilled]

"Sure it was," Bellamy told her, shrugging. "I wasn't alive when it happened. But, this space boy had to go to school and had to attend stupid Unity Day celebrations so I know what happened."

He paused and eyed the cigarette.

"Thanks for the overwhelming sympathy."

[electrocynic]

Sarah shrugged. "The least I can do," she said, exhaling a puff of smoke into the dark night air. "Also the most, incidentally."

No, she wasn't going to offer him a light unless he asked for it.

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy wasn't even sure he wanted to smoke it. He'd never smoked before and didn't know if he wanted to start now. He needed to be one hundred percent if he was going to find Octavia.

"So, what's your story?" he asked, sliding the cigarette in his pocket. "Why are you here? Is it voluntary?"

[electrocynic]

"Not at first," Sarah replied, in a fit of honesty. With another shrug. "Pleading mental fucking instability for staying, though."

Because sticking around made no sense when shit like what had just happened happened.

[notgetkilled]

Yeah, that sounds about right. Between what had just happened and what Clarke had told him, he didn't know why anyone would wanna be here.

"Ever think of leaving?"

[electrocynic]

Sarah just gave him a look that suggested – no, outright stated that he was an idiot for even bothering to ask.

Did he feel chastised yet?

[notgetkilled]

"Do those looks ever work?" he asked her, snickering. "I mean, you're acting like I should be intimidated and I'm just amused."

The only girl who'd be able to boss him around would be Clarke and that would take time.

[electrocynic]

"It's not intimidation, it's telling you you're stupid," Sarah drawled. Obviously not giving two shits about his snickering. "Whereas your reaction tells me," she added, with her usual rasp, "that you're even dumber than previously thought. Congratulations."

[notgetkilled]

"Hey, you're still here despite calling yourself insane for being here," Bellamy pointed out. "Seemed logical to wonder if you'd ever thought of just taking off. I know I have."

And he'd only been around for a fraction of how long she'd been here.

"But, you seem to fit right in with most of the people I've run into so far," he told her, shrugging. "Guess like likes like."

[electrocynic]

"And who all have you met?"

She might have cause to be offended.

[notgetkilled]

"Clarke."

Bellamy doubted they knew each other. Clarke didn't really seem the type to keep company with a cigarette smoking loud mouth.

"Some guy named York. A few other people who nearly pissed their pants at the sight of a gun."

[electrocynic]

"Don't know who any of those people are." This wasn't much of a surprise, however. She was kind of a hermit. "People are not terribly fond of guns, though."

[notgetkilled]

"I'm not terribly fond of being dropped in places that I don't know," he countered. "Anyone of you could be a hostile."

[electrocynic]

"Well, people tell me I'm hostile all the fucking time."

She wasn't even kidding.

She wore it like a badge of honour, to boot.

[notgetkilled]

"You are hostile," he told her. "But not the kind of hostile that needs shooting, I don't think. I didn't even bring my gun with me."

[electrocynic]

"Good," Sarah replied, and oh look, her expression went a little more sour again. "Had enough of people shooting at me already."

[notgetkilled]

"Yeah," Bellamy said, letting that one word serve as his agreement to that. "Guess that does get a little old after awhile. Least you're still alive."

[electrocynic]

"Doesn't mean it wasn't absolute shit."

Someone was a little hung up on the power loss. Just a little.

[notgetkilled]

"So, leave," he told her, giving her a look. "You act like this place is the absolute worst. Take off."

[electrocynic]

He was making stupid assumptions based on a couple of comments about a rather specific incident. And she didn't feel like pointing that out for him.

It was much more effective to turn on her heels and begin walking away.

[notgetkilled]

"Have a nice night!" Bellamy called after her, waving and laughing. He leaned against a nearby wall and sighed.

He thought of Octavia.

[electrocynic]

"I hope you fall in the fucking duck pond."

That was very sincere.