MCA #5, Late Tuesday Morning

[electrocynic]

Sarah had no recollection of at any point during her stay in London having neither bought nor packed what was most aptly described as a small mountain of bags of crisps. And yet here they were, tumbling out of the bag she hadn't really bothered to unpack until now.

Considering how many of them seemed to be in particularly hot flavours, she suspected Alex had something to do with it.

But she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. Instead, she grabbed a few of the small bags and slumped onto her couch with them. Maybe she could find something mindless to marathon and put her newly-found snacks to some good use.

[ooc: Semi-method RP ftw. Open, sure sure, entertain me in these here in-between days.]

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[notgetkilled]

Bellamy wasn't in a very good mood today. It'd taken a while but he'd finally realized that Clarke wasn't around anymore and he was selfishly angry that she'd gotten to get off his island and he hadn't.

On his way downstairs to get out of his apartment, he passed one of the apartments whose occupant he knew and decided to be a bastard by giving it a kick as he passed.

He continued down the hall but stopped before leaving, just checking to see if she'd open the door.

[electrocynic]

She did. But only because that wasn't unheard of as a way of asking for permission to enter 'round this part of the MCA. Mostly because this stretch of hall was occupied by Sarah on one side and Atton on the other.

So she pried herself off the couch, pack of crips still in hand, and made it to the door to peer outside.

"Oh. It's you."

He... probably had a name, right? Probably. Just not one she actually knew.

[notgetkilled]

"You don't even know my name, do you?" Bellamy asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the corridor's wall. "Painful."

[electrocynic]

"'S not like you know mine, either," Sarah retorted, leaning just slightly against the door frame. "Besides, I know where you live. That's something."

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy shook his head but didn't deny that at least she did know that. Considering she'd been in his apartment, he damn sure hoped she remembered.

"Ask me my name, then."

[electrocynic]

Sarah gave him a silent look like she was wondering whether asking was worth the trouble. (She was sort of always wondering that about most things. Or at least wanted people to think she was.) "So what's your name, then?" she drawled after the moment passed. "Sure it's something appropriately space-y and futuristic. Like... Zod."

This from a woman who called herself Electroclash.

[notgetkilled]

"Bellamy," he told her, dashing her hopes of it being something futuristic and ridiculous. "Sorry for breaking your heart in what you thought my name was going to be. Bellamy Blake."

[electrocynic]

"Well, at least it's fucking alliterative." Sorry, she was going to claim that was almost as funny as a futuristic name would've been. She looked amused.

But at least that meant she was in an okay mood. "Want some crisps, Bellamy?"

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy thought about it for a second before shrugging and coming closer.

"Sure," he said, deciding his bad mood could wait awhile. "What's your name?"

[electrocynic]

"Depends on who's asking." She held the bag out. "But in your case, Sarah."

[notgetkilled]

"You have different names depending on the person?" he asked, reaching out and snagging some of the food she was offering. He knew what it was like to go without so he tried to not turn down food these days.

[electrocynic]

A wise enough policy, even when it was just potato chips.

"Look who's all interested all of a sudden," she said, not avoiding the question on purpose but rather because mocking people was in her bones.

[notgetkilled]

"How was I supposed to be interested before when I didn't know this?" he asked her, rolling his eyes. "I'm not psychic."

[electrocynic]

"Didn't ask my name before, either," she pointed out, popping a crip into her mouth. "Now you're asking follow-ups and all."

[notgetkilled]

"You don't have to answer if it's such a big secret," Bellamy told her, shaking his head. "Your statement made me curious. I asked about it but I'm not dying to know. Sarah's good enough for me."

[electrocynic]

"Technically, it is a secret," she said, head slightly tilted. "Just a piss-poorly kept one."

She was already thinking of something else.

[notgetkilled]

"How mysterious," Bellamy said though he didn't sound all that concerned. He popped the crisp into his mouth finally. "Thanks for the food. I'll leave you to your enigmatic ways."

[electrocynic]

"Was gonna ask if you wanted to stay for a moment."

She was bored. Sue her.

[notgetkilled]

"Then ask me."

He was difficult. Sue him.

[electrocynic]

Sarah was used to difficult. Still had to give him an eye roll for that, though. It was practically a matter of principle.

"D'you wanna stay a moment?" she drawled, like it was a hardship. "I have crisps and shitty telly."

[notgetkilled]

"You're so sweet," Bellamy told her, amused. "Sure. I'll stay. I've got nothing else going on."

His brooding could wait a little while.

[electrocynic]

"No fucking surprise there, mate," Sarah rasped, while pushing the door further open, and stepping out of the way. More or less, anyway.

[notgetkilled]

Bellamy slipped into her apartment and rolled his eyes at her once again. "I do have stuff that I do. Just not today. I was on my way to be angry somewhere else when I kicked your door."

[electrocynic]

"You had plans to be angry?" she asked, raising her eyebrows as she nudged the door closed. "How sad is that?"

[notgetkilled]

"I don't know, is it sad?" Bellamy asked, shrugging. "The only other person from my home managed to figure out a way back and I'm still stuck here. It pisses me off."