What does the Fox say

Fox || Delinquent || 16 || Pickpocket "And if your wings are broken, please take mine so yours can open, too."

[delinquentfox-blog]

{ General Modern Verse Background}

Fox Haddock (don’t try making fun of the name; 1. she’s heard it all and 2. she loves her name) was a child of the foster system from the ages of 16 to 18. 

Fox was caught stealing important documents from a member of the mayor’s office and arrested promptly. She was in juvenile detention for only a few days, but released because she hadn’t gotten away with the documents and the staff decided not to press charges given she was the daughter of a city council member, unaware that that same council member was the one who had told her to steal those documents in the first place, hoping to give himself an edge and push himself higher on the political food chain.

Upon her release, she found out that her parents had called social services and surrendered her to the foster care system, leaving the responsibility for the theft solely on Fox and claiming they were unable to care for such a delinquent child and, being too old to be placed, Fox ended up in a group home for the two years before she turned 18. Fox refused to turn on her parents and tried to convince herself they’d change their minds and come back for her, and it was only a few months before she turned 18 that she came to terms with the fact her only family had abandoned her. 

[delinquentfox-blog]

@delinquentatom || Modern AU (based on this) 

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

What the hell?!

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

It took her a minute to realize the ear-splitting sound was the fire alarm, but once it dawned on her what it was, she was quick to throw her covers off and go running from the room, pausing only to grab her sneakers from next to the door. She ran toward the stairs, hopping on one foot for a few seconds as she yanked on one shoe, then the other, and she was free to bolt downstairs with the wave of people also running from the building. Once they were out on the street, she looked back up at the building, trying to figure out if anything was actually on fire, wrapping her arms around herself. She normally liked crowds- they were easy to get lost in- but she felt bare and exposed in just her sleep clothes and sock-less sneakers. She looked back down at the crowd around her, not able to see any flames in any of the windows, and felt herself overheating almost immediately.

Atom from the apartment right across from her was standing right next to her… in nothing but his boxers.

Her idle crush on the boy across the way was usually easy to keep in check. She was used to hiding her feelings, but she couldn’t hide instinctive reactions, like the bright red blush that spread across her neck and face and the way her eyes immediately averted, only to sneak back to him. God he was so cute, from his sleep-rumpled hair down to his warm skin that she really shouldn’t be sneaking so many peeks at. She glanced down at herself and her blush worsened. She wished she had on something cuter or sexier or something-er than her oversized t-shirt and shorts. The shorts were short enough that the edge of the t-shirt all but completely hid them from view. Damn, what if he thought she had no shorts on under, that was kind of skanky, wasn’t it? Should she pulled down her shorts a little, or would that just draw unnecessary attention to them and was that weird too? Dammit.

He caught her eyes when she glanced back at him, and she offered a little smile and wave, but couldn’t force any words out past her mental worries.

[delinquentatom-blog]

(Photo courtesy of @delinquentfox from Genevieve’s instagram)

[mbegay-blog1]

Pausing as he heard his name, he slowed down to look over his shoulder, yet kept walking. “Fox”, he greeted her, voice calm. “I could say the same to you”, he offered. For some reason, social interactions didn’t feel as easy anymore but then again, it could be because of the lack of interactions with humans (grounders didn’t count, savages never counts) over the course of months. His body was healing from the torture, but his mind? Not so much. Fortunately, he had never been much of an extrovert so the fact that he didn’t engage with too many people probably didn’t seem too strange to others- or so he hoped at least.

“Where are you headed?”

[delinquentfox-blog]

“Yeah,” she agreed with a shrug, “I’ve been getting up early lately.” He seemed even quieter than he had been at the dropship, not that it really surprised her. She’d probably be quiet too if she’d gone through what he had... what she could only imagine he’d been through. “I was going to hunt down some food, do you want to come with me? Or I can bring you some...” She offered eagerly. 

[delinquentatom-blog]

It wasn’t exactly a mystery to Atom why Fox was still up as he laid eyes on her, watching her for a few seconds before he accidentally startled her. As she spoke, he gave her a small smile, nodding to himself. “I think you’re right”, he offered her as he stepped into the room. “-almost everyone is asleep”. Almost being the key word.

“Can’t sleep?”, he asked her, more as an offer for her to speak about it than an actual question, as he took gentle steps closer to her but keeping out of her private space. He figured the reason she couldn’t sleep was because of where they were- he knew she had been having troubles with being around mountain men back at arkadia (not that he had been particularly fond of it either), so being back in the mountain couldn’t exactly be easy on her.

[delinquentfox-blog]

She laughed a little self consciously. On the one hand, she was glad it was Atom who’d caught her wandering alone, but on the other hand she hadn’t really wanted anyone to catch her not sleeping because then she’d have to explain why she wasn’t sleeping. “Almost but not quite, it seems.” She laughed lightly. 

Normally she’d brush off the question, but the deliberate steps he took toward her, the way he lingered just out of her personal space, lulled her into a sense of security and as she took another few steps toward him to show she didn’t mind him being in her space, the truth slipped out before she’d even consciously decided what to tell him. “I have nightmares.” She shrugged, wrapping her arms around herself. “Which I realize isn’t a big deal, I’m sure a lot of us do, I just... I’d rather not sleep because of them. So I try to find ways to make this place less awful until we go somewhere else.” Because they had to be going somewhere else eventually... right? They’d be caught here, she knew they would, if they stayed too long. 

“Can I ask a favor and ask you not to tell anyone else though? You guys all have your own stuff going on, no one needs mine, too.” 

[clarkemadeofstars]

“No, no I’m not busy…Do you need something?”

[delinquentfox-blog]

She wanted to dance around the subject, but she was sleep-starved and not as tactful as she usually was. “Do we have a plan for after here?” They couldn’t plan to stay here forever, surely; eventually the adults would start looking for them and eventually they’d come here... right?

[delinquentfox-blog]

@scarlettebraya

She had her chin in her hands at the table over her plate of food, not hearing the voice the first time, but the second, slightly more urgent words, she jumped awake, her head jerking up to look around half still asleep, half in alarm. “What? Hm? I’m awake.” She assured before her eyes even fully focused on the dark haired girl next to her. She calmed a little at the sight of Scarlette, and yawned, covering her mouth and letting her cheek fall back to her hand. “Hey, Scarlette, what’s up?”

[delinquentfox-blog]

@mbegay

She trotted the last few paces to catch up to the long strides of the boy practically stalking down the hall- or maybe she just associated that purposeful walk with all the militia boys-, careful to keep a little space between them to not startle him. She wasn’t sure if he’d be more or less easily startled since being gone, but if he was, she didn’t want to give him reason to be uncomfortable. “Hey, Mbege. You’re up early.” She greeted, smiling up at him. 

[murdockofthemountain]

The warm of the sun washed over him as it broke over the horizon, the night still lurking just out of it’s light. His head lulled back, his eyes till closed as he drank in the moment. The day embraced him much like a mother’s hug, something he would never know again. Sat just below the mountain, Noah escaped to take in the day. He never liked staying in the mountain, he’d not spent a full day in there since the fall. When they needed him, he’d come, but if not–he’d stay in the sun where he seemed to find peace in. He hated this world, he hated everything he’d come to know the last few months–Emori being one of the only people he could stand being around who wasn’t his sister. And the bond he shared with the grounder was more than he realized so maybe that’s what pulled him out or was it the life he left behind in it? Noah Murdock died in the Mountain, But this Noah, he was rebuilding himself, this life and he could get it right. But what did he want? He didn’t want to be part of a war, but if he didn’t stop it or at least help it could end him. His dark eyes scanned the waking world, no new hope of epiphanies filling his soul, but at least the will of wanting to do something about it had returned. If anything was going to get done, he would be the one to do it. And today, he would. 

[delinquentfox-blog]

She wasn’t technically supposed to be out on her own. She was too skittish to handle herself on her own without backup, and usually she didn’t mind that, usually preferred having some of her pack alongside her if she was going to go venturing into this world that only seemed out to kill them. But since escaping the mountain, she’d found herself falling back into old patterns from the Ark, slipping away from the crowd, from her people, to linger in the shadows and sneak away when she could. She felt enclosed, not protected, by the gates of Arkadia, and she felt the same way here. This wasn’t the safety of the dropship walls, but a trap she couldn’t escape.

Except she could and, despite the fact she’d been told not to, she did. This morning, she’d managed to slip past all the militia boys that had come to the mountain, and for the first time in a long time, taken a grateful breath of open air, appreciating the endless expanse of trees beyond her. The sun shone a little spotlight on someone else enjoying the open space, and hesitantly, she approached him. “Hey, Noah…” She greeted softly, just on this side of shy.

[delinquentfox-blog]

@delinquentatom

There wasn’t a lot Fox hated. Not genuinely. But she hated this mountain. The few good memories she had of being here- the pretty art, the good food- was tainted by the memories of the fear and the pain and the horror of her last days here. Just walking the halls gave her back that rush of trying to escape the scientists and the guards. Sleeping in those same bunk beds made her hands shake, remembering the anticipation of waiting to fight them next, waiting to see who would be taken next. She felt like she could look down and would still see those hand shaped bruises the guards left on her arms and wrists, and even though they were long gone, she’d still taken to absently rubbing her wrists when she was idle. In addition her sleeping patterns had gotten worse; she was barely sleeping on her good nights; not sleeping at all on her bad. Raven was still hurt, half of their remaining people were still at Arkadia and under the rule of the adults, and Jasper hadn’t been there in days and she was worried something had happened to him.

Paired with the images of operating tables, cages, and the phantom screams of pain that decorated her dreams, she was hard up for some sleep. But she preferred to spend her supposed sleeping hours in the dining hall, one of the few places that wasn’t completely tainted for her. She remembered the bodies, remembered the violent look of the deaths they’d suffered, but in a way that comforted her, reminded her that the people that hurt her people weren’t here to hurt them anymore. She doubted the room was as comforting  for anyone else, and she was usually alone late at night as she wandered around the room, touching paintings that she didn’t know the artists of, running her fingers along what was left of their lives here.

She heard a sound and spun around, fear kicking in on instinct as she backed up a few unconscious paces, but her body relaxed at the familiar figure in the door, and she smiled. “I thought almost everyone was asleep.” She offered as an apology.

[griffinslaw]

I owned every second that this world could give.

[systemsteel-blog]

          Her question was surprising, and it took Steel a moment to process that she’d asked about the name he’d used rather than something ( USEFUL ) but he didn’t complain, the man crossed his arms as she stepped out, giving her a reassuring smile ( and uncrossing his arms for just a moment to show he wasn’t armed before recorssing them ). “ Well it’s not every day I see someone with the ability to be as quick and swift as one, and you are rather young, so little fox seemed to fit well.”  the man explained, his voice slow, as if he were trying to teach something in a class of sorts ( which he was in a way ). Trying to get his message across without boring her and thus causing her to walk away was a step in that direction anyway wasn’t it. “ Come on, it’s not safe out here with the GROUNDERS out and about – ” he paused, he hadn’t seen her face before. Then again the girl was quick, he may have just ( missed it ). Then again… kids had started to go missing. They were all ( THEIR PEOPLE ) though, he didn’t understand why some people were making distinctions between themselves. Pike was in charge now, they’d voted, ALPHA could either go along with it or leave like a few of the teenagers had and even if they left, he didn’t have a doubt in his mind that PIKE would send help if GROUNDERs tried to harm them. They were ( THEIR ) people. Even if they didn’t think the same way. The kids especially – leaving them to fend for themselves wasn’t ( HUMAN ). While ALPHA might have considered it just peachy to be sending their kids to the ground like that, Steel could personally swear to the fact that most of the parents that he’d talked to had ( NOT ) been in agreement with the idea of sending their kid to the ground to ( DIE ). With the exception maybe of a few who’s kids had started a fire or something ridiculous like that which had ( obviously ) eaten up months worth of oxygen and gotten them into this mess ad probably floated when they turned 18. But everyone else ? No matter the kid’s crime, had been against it. You couldn’t ( EXPERIMENT ) with CHILDREN. Though now he was getting lost in his own thoughts, uncrossing his arms the man offered the girl a hand, “ Let’s get you back, where you living kid ? ” she didn’t ( LOOK ) hostile, might as well help – not to mention if she answered he could cross her off the list on where she stood alliance wise when he gave the report to PIKe ( finding ALL the teens was a lot easier said than done ).

[delinquentfox-blog]

She didn’t entirely believe his reasoning for her name, but she nodded to hide the fact that doubted him. It made sense, his explanation, but the ingrained suspicion in her refused to accept that it was just that simple. He was one of Pike’s people, he’d come with Pike, supported Pike, and that spiky baseball bat he carried around didn’t do much to make him appear less threatening.

She almost laughed, and while she managed to contain the sound, she couldn’t keep that ‘oh really’ sarcasm from her expression. The adults left them here fighting grounders on their own for weeks and now they were ready to start talking about what a threat they were. But she still nodded, despite her expression, agreeing to go with him. She had no real plans this evening, she’d been planning to just watch some of the Farm station adults, get to know them like she knew the Alpha station adults, so it wouldn’t keep her from her goals to walk with him. He asked where she was living, and that succeeded in taking the sarcasm from her expression, defaulting to her usual worried expression. She didn’t want to tell him exactly where she was sleeping, but she’d have to compromise. “Over by the tents.” She answered. She didn’t like the enclosed space of the Alpha station or the wood huts. She liked the canvas of the tent that was easy to slip out of in the case of emergency.

[systemsteel-blog]

            There was a RUSTLE of movement in the corner of his eye, and as Steel turned to catch it the last thing he saw was the flair of a light coat as the kid quickly sneaked behind a wall — curiosity spiked Was THIS one of the names on his list ? OF course how was he supposed to know if they’d hidden themselves away like that ( it wasn’t like he was going to HURT kids ) — though if he was being fair HANNAH might give the wrong impression ( but he liked Hannah, Hannah had saved his ass from fucking ice demons and cannibals ). “ LITTLE FOX. ” he called out, his voice gentle, as if he were soothing a small pet ( or so he assumed – it wasn’t like they’d had PETS growing up on the Ark ). He took a moment to motion for his men to hang back a little as he approached the building alone, and slowly. “ I’m not going to play hide and seek — ” he stopped mid sentence not sure if she’d HEARD him or if she was peaking out to check if the coast was clear but ( BINGO ) there she was. “ Hello kid, you want to come out and chat ? There ain’t no need for you to be hiding back there, we’re not going to hurt one of our own you’re alright. ”

[delinquentfox-blog]

She hadn’t been quick enough, and she heard him coming back, panicked at the sound of her name in that deep voice she didn’t recognize, and though she’d planned to run, she needed to know how he knew her name. 

She peeked out once more, then stepped out from around the corner warily, eye tracking every movement he made “Why did you call me that?” She asked. “Little Fox?” 

One of our own. And what if she told him she wasn’t one of his; she was one of Bellamy’s? She’d never say that to any of the adult’s faces, but she didn’t feel like one of theirs; they’d never done anything for her, not on the Ark, not on the ground, and she wasn’t about to start trusting them now. 

[olderblake-blog]

Bellamy smiled at her and rolled his eyes as she whined “Fox, c’mon, be mad at you for stealing?” He said shaking his head, still not believing the young girl actually thought he would be mad at her for the crimes she had committed up on the ark. 

 As Fox got serious, so did he. She was actually bothered by the situation, so Bellamy sighed before taking her small hand between his “Hey, look at me” He called, looking into her eyes. “Fox, stealing things is not nice, but no one can blame you for dying it down here or up there. We were chaotic down here, you did to survival. I don’t know which were your reasons up there, but you’re a good girl, I’m sure you did’t do it just for fun” He assured her “And, more important than that… Fox, you don’t have the blood of innocent people in your hands. That’s more than so many of us here can say. Don’t beat yourself down for the things you did to survive. And remember, there are much worst monsters for you to be.” He touched her face, and gave her a small smile “I don’t want to see you worrying about that anymore, ok?”

[delinquentfox-blog]

“Not for stealing,” she clarified, “For stealing from my people, for stealing from you.” It wasn’t the first time she’d claimed the delinquents as her people, but it was the first time it wasn’t done in passing, the first time she deliberately said it with the intent to mean something. 

It took her a second but she did look up to meet his eyes, bolstered by the reassurance in his. She felt her muscles loosening, felt the weight on her shoulders lifting as he spoke, and by the time he was done, she was able to nod with a genuine smile. “Okay.” She said. “I’ll remember that, try to worry less... about that anyway.” She joked, laughing a little nervously, unsure their constant worries was an okay topic to laugh about. 

“I uhm, I should go. You look exhausted.” She said, squeezing his hand and getting off his bed. “Thank you again.” 

[clarkemadeofstars]

“You’re right, Fox, it was their choice. But some of them did get that choice either. I don’t want this to be the Mountain all over again. I left our behind and they paid for it and I didn’t know it, I can’t do it again. This time I know, I can stop it.” She sighed, knowing there was not much they could do right this moment. “We will take over soon enough, Fox. But what about until then? What if Pike continues to kill people like he did Erik? Did we really do the right thing by leaving them?” The self doubt was not new, but this time she could stop things before they got bad, she had to remember that. “Jasper said things haven’t changed much, but how long will it last?”

[delinquentfox-blog]

“Our people are smart. You taught them that, you and Bellamy both. They’ll keep their heads down, they’ll be careful. More careful now that we know what Pike is capable of.” It took a moment, but she reached to lay a hand on Clarke’s arm. “We couldn’t force some of them to come, and we couldn’t risk everyone coming at once, right? We’ll get everyone here, safe, it’ll just take longer than we wanted.” She nudged the blonde lightly with a shoulder. “You’re doing great. It’s why everyone’s so willing to go or to stay when they’re told. We trust you.”

[olderblake-blog]

Bellamy waited for the girl to let out whatever she was holding to, seeing how nervous she was, the man getting a little nervous about it. As the confession spilled out from her mouth, Bellamy felt the relieve filling up his chest. Fox used to be a thief. “That was it?” He asked and chuckled letting out some air later “God, Fox, you scared me!” He said running his hands through his hair before taking her hand, calming her down. “Its ok, really. Thank you for wanting to tell me this yourself, I really appreciate it. But I don’t mind. There are the worst crimes to be done. Plus, everyone has already stolen something.” He shrugged before giving her a sweet smile. “But really, thank you for coming to me and telling me. Its important to me to know that you cared enough to be the one to tell me” The guard thanked, squeezing the ex-deliquent. “But you’re not a criminal anymore Fox. You don’t have to apologize or give excuses for your past. Its ok, you’re ok. No one will judge you or be mad at you” Bellamy assured the girl, smiling once more. “And if someone does…. I’ll kick their ass”

[delinquentfox-blog]

He was laughing. Her nervous expression turned confused, then indignant. “It’s not funny,” she whined, “I thought you’d be mad.” But she relaxed and managed a smile when he reached for her hand. He didn’t seem upset, rather he seemed amused by how upset she’d assumed he’d be. He was smiling, reassuring her, and his words did go a long way to make her feel better, and then came his offer to kick someone’s ass and she burst into laughter herself. He was more a dad- maybe a brother, she wasn’t sure what the differences were supposed to be- than she’d ever known, and it gave her a warm feeling in her chest. “Thank you.” She said to their linked hands.

But still something bothered her. “I’m still a criminal though, aren’t I? I mean, I didn’t stop stealing when I got down here. But I figured it’s not like murder or assault or anything, no one’s getting hurt by it, so I just… never stopped…”

[olderblake-blog]

Bellamy smirked at her and messed up the girls hair “That’s right. I just want to keep you safe and alive” He told her, happy that she was finally understanding and resigning. The guard chuckled a little as Fox agreed immediately. He looked around and when he was sure he was alone, and that no one else would come close any sooner, he approached and very lowly and carefully started giving her a basic explanation of his objectives with Clarke. “So…you in?” He asked, although Bellamy kinda already knew the answer. Fox loyalty lied with him, not Kane or Pike or whoever was in power. He could count with her

[delinquentfox-blog]

Her brows knitted together when he looked around, wondering what was so secretive that he was about to tell her, unwilling to admit to the thrilled little shock that darted through her system that she was being let in on something bigger than she’d thought. The confusion faded as he spoke, the realization of what he was entrusting to her making her serious, watching him in stoic silence until he was finished, until he asked her if she was with him, and she didn’t need to think before nodding. “Of course. Let me know anything I can do.”