It was another quiet day in the neighborhood.

Bellamy was sitting behind the counter once again, not cleaning any of the guns this time. He wasn't doing much of anything, actually. Maybe he was dozing. His eyes were closed but he was alert all the same.

Somewhat. He was tired, okay?

[Open, no OCD]

As he'd predicted, there was no around for Bellamy this weekend. He'd hoped, sure, but it hadn't been that serious and while he was disappointed, he wasn't wrecked. It was what he'd expected, after all ( Read more... )

It was a quiet day at the gun shop. Bellamy hadn't had any nightmares and he wasn't pacing around. The shop was stocked and he was going about his business cleaning some of the guns and disassembling them only to reassemble them a few moments later.

It passed the time.

[Open, no OCD]

Bellamy had a lot (a lot) of excess energy that needed to be burned off today. Sitting behind the counter just wasn't going to cut it so he was up and around, cleaning guns, disassembling and reassembling them, stocking ammunition, and just generally pacing around ( Read more... )

Yesterday's nightmares were a thing of the past. Bellamy had slept fairly soundly last night which meant he'd gotten up in time to take several hours this morning to search the perimeter of this island. He found nothing, no tears, no holes, no caves, nothing that led him back to his people, his sister ( Read more... )

Nightmares had woken Bellamy early this morning. Octavia, Grounders, acid fog, the works. She'd just been out of his reach, their fingers brushing before she'd been yanked away, her screams ringing in his ears ( Read more... )

Originally, this was going to be a much smaller event, but then Fandom had to be Fandom and Portalocity had to be Portalocity, and now Zoe was wondering if there would be enough food for everyone or if she'd have to get things from the local restaurants ( Read more... )

Bellamy wasn't really aware of anything strange going on today. He'd slept late and just barely managed to pull himself into work before falling back to sleep again. It probably wasn't a great idea to be around guns when you were sleepy but Bellamy wasn't planning on shooting anything ( Read more... )

Bellamy had hung out at the picnic for a little while before walking off to the place that gave him money. He felt more comfortable around guns than he did most people anyway. He went about cleaning a few of the pieces before he settled behind the counter quietly ( Read more... )

It was another hot day ( Read more... )