✵ . ˚ ✺ . ･ *｡ ✧ ˚ . ⊹ ☽ ⌈ 𝙶𝙾𝙳𝙳𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝚄𝙽𝚃 ⌋ THIRTY ONE -- orion, destined to love artemis
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"EVERYBODY LISTEN UP, 24 HOURS AGO YOU ELECTED ME YOUR CHANCELLOR."
The sun has barely risen, everyone around has only just risen from their restless sleep that comes along with paranoia and political unrest. The very last thing most people are expecting is for a band of ten people- most of whine they'd just witness be arrested and released mere days ago. It seems they can't even go twenty four hours without being bombarded with something new. Though, many of them are trying to get accustomed to it, this must just be how it is on the ground.
And some will never admit it aloud, not to their loved ones or friends no matter how close. But some of them wish the Ark was still in space. Things weren't picture perfect, but at least there wasn't a war looming over them every morning.
At least people didn't return from the dead of night covered in blood, blood they assumed wasn't their own.
And Pike stands tall, trying to diffuse the confusion and panic that surround him. Kane and Abby are part of it, even Octavia scanning Bellamy over got injuries that she can't fine- meanwhile Bellamy is trying to ignore how much red he's covered in and searching the crowd for a certain Solo.
He can't find her either.
"Every action I've taken since and every action I will take will be to achieve one sacred goal. The creation of a self-sustaining, prosperous, and safe Arkadia."
Panic eases, cheers follow. "This morning on a muddy field our people paid tribute to those who have been taken from us by sending a message to the Grounders."
Octavia bores her eyes into her brother.
"This land is ours now! Resist, and you will be met by force. Fight, and you will be greeted by death. Today is a new beginning. Mark it down, remember it, just like the Grounders will remember it."
It's meant to replace the significance of Unity Day, almost. And judging by the hoots and hollers from the tight knit population of survivors inside these walls- it seems Pike might just get what he wants. He didn't want unity.
He wanted liberation.
Abby stands in the crowd, concerned. "No wounded. 10 against 300 and there's no wounded. How's that possible?"
