"Hey, have you found any water yet?" Orion asked Wells and sat down next to him.
"No, not yet," He answered and looked up. She followed his gaze to see Murphy and his followers snickering to themselves. She then looked at the dropship to see the phrase 'first son, first to dye.'
"You know, my father begged for mercy in the airlock chamber when your father floated him," Murphy said to Wells. Wells shook his head and walked off.
"You spelled 'die' wrong, geniuses," Orion told them and scoffed. She brushed past Bellamy and rolled her eyes as he was walking towards Murphy. Note to self: keep an eye on those two.
Orion walked outside the dropship to laughter and screaming. Pushing through the crowd, she made her way to the front, and was astonished at what she saw.
"Who's next?" Bellamy asked the crowd after he had taken a girl's wrist band off.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Orion asked him.
"We're liberating oursleves, what's it look like?"
"It looks like you're getting us all killed. The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we've got. Take them off, and the Ark will think we're dying, that it's not safe for them to follow," Wells walked up behind her.
"That's the point, Chancellor. We can take care of ourselves, can't we?" Bellamy asked the crowd, who obviously shouted in agreement.
"You think this is a game? Those aren't just our parents and friends up there. Those are our farmers, doctors, our engineers. I don't care what he tells you. We won't survive here on our own, and besides, if it really is safe, how could you not want the rest of our people to come down?" Orion tried to stress to the kids.
"My people are already down," Bellamy countered. "Those people, locked my people up. Those people killed my mother for the crime of having a second child. Your father did that."
"My father didn't write the rules, neither did Orion's," Wells said.
"No, he just enforced them, but not here, not anymore. Here there are no laws." The crowd cheered. "Here, we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want. Now, you don't have to like it Wells, Orion. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me. You know why? Whatever the hell we want." Murphy echoed him and the crowd started chanting, 'Whatever the hell we want.'
Orion felt something drop on her skin, and she looked up to see it was raining. She grinned widely.
"We need to collect this," Wells said to no one in particular.
"Whatever the hell you want," Bellamy smirked. Orion held out her hands to try and catch some of the water, enjoying the feeling on her skin. It was refreshing. "Having fun, Sunshine?"
She rolled her eyes, "As a matter of fact, Muscles, I was, until you opened your fat mouth."
Orion then walked off from him and after Wells.
"Where's your wristband?" Orion asked Wells the next morning. He was carrying the clothes from the two kids who had died on the dropship.
"Ask Bellamy," He replied, rolling his eyes.
"Hey!" A boy caught our attention. "Where'd you get the clothes?" She noticed it was Atom.
"Buried the two kids who died during the landing," Wells answered.
"Smart. You know I'll take a few of these. There's always a market for-"
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"There's your problem, Sunshine , you don't let anyone protect you or take care of you!" "Oh and whose gonna do that, huh? You, Muscles ?" [complete]