⸻ ( Bellamy Blake )
Jinny Shumway was the epitome of brilliance, the brightest star in their galaxy. But even stars can fall -- burning, crashing, incandescent.
( the 100 ) • 2020
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A LION DOES NOT CARE for the opinions of sheep, and that was exactly what Jinny did when they attempted to take over her dropship. She couldn't stop Bellamy from bunking down in the lower level but she did lock the hatch to the top. The cabin was starting to gain an odor though and she made a mental note to remove the bodies at first light.
The young woman found a row of seats to lie down on, settling herself with a weary sigh. Her body felt weighed down with exhaustion, the muscles in her back sore from burdensome activity. The night was humid and filled with the incessant noise of small insects—almost like the constant hum of the Ark. Her eyelids drooped of their own accord and almost immediately, she fell into a fitful sleep.
She was back on the space station, walking down a familiar corridor that she had traversed countless of times before. Reaching an intersection, she pressed herself against the wall and peeked around the corner with an eye before quickly pulling away. Footsteps approached her position, growing nearer with each passing second, and she saw a boot clad foot step out from the adjacent hallway.
Jinny pounced, tackling the taller boy and knocking the both of them to the floor in a crash of tangled limbs. Bellamy gave a strangled cry as he flailed his arms about in an attempt to push her off but she clung tightly to the front of his shirt. Then she laughed loudly at the murderous glare he sent her way.
"It's not funny, you nearly gave me a heart attack!" he yelled.
"Rule One; always be prepared," she said with a smirk before getting off of him and offering a hand to help him up.
He grasped hold of her arm, pulling himself back to his feet with ease. Bellamy readjusted his jacket, the dark colours of the uniform making him appear intimidating in the dimly lit corridor. His hair was groomed back from his face in an attempt to look tidy, but she never thought it suited him.
