Deven Abell

Camp Phoenix | 17 Years

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“I’ll be totally honest… Most of this doesn’t really make sense to me…”

“It’s because of the handwriting, isn’t it? I keep telling Bellamy to work on his script.” He teased.

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ravensdropship:

Raven nodded, “Thanks.” It wasn’t really a subject she wanted to dwell on, “But, by all means, continue. I’m a great supervisor.”

Deven laughed, clicking his tongue but going back to work. “Have you been appointed Supervisor?”

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lexa--heda:

Lexa slowly unhooked her armor and lifted the hem of her top to reveal a bleeding cut along her torso. She hissed and hesitantly looked at Deven. “You…can take a look if you wish.” 

“What happened?” Deven asked as he came closer, taking a look at her wound.

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(lexa--heda:)

“Not yu slav.” She growled back at the boy who dared try to command her. Lexa wouldn’t have helped even if she hadn’t been hurt. But his tone would have to be corrected. She glared at him for good measure.

Deven wasn’t intimidated by Lexa. Mostly because he wasn’t scared of anything. He lived in a perpetual state of disinterest. 

“If you’re hurt, I could maybe help. That’s all.” Deven explained, moving another rock out of the pass.

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(ravensdropship:)

“Pregnancy.”

“Oh.” Deven said, thinking about it for a moment and then nodding. “Congratulations.”

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(whateverthxhellwewant:)

“And what if I didn’t want to?” Bellamy teased before standing up, chuckling before giving Deven a hand with the boxes.”

“I’d say you’d have to suck it up and help anyway.” Deven answered, smirking a little and going back to work.

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(lexa--heda:)

“I’d really rather not.”

“Hurt or lazy?”

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(ravensdropship:)

Raven glanced down at the concealed swell of her stomach, and with a challenging eyebrow spoke up, “I’m not allowed to do any heavy lifting.”

“And why is that?”

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“You know, you could help if you wanted. Instead of just sitting there.”

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warrioroctxvia:

“When you fight over something worth it, then I’ll gladly let you throw punches at each other.” 

Deven straightened up. “Still not your place. He wouldn’t shut his god damned mouth.”

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Begrudging Allies

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dash-the-nomad:

There was a certain radius which Dash liked to stay in lately. After coming back for the first time ever since he had left the 100, he had pretty much stayed in the radius for most of the time. It was far enough away that no one would accidentally pass by and close enough so that Dash could run to the closest camp within half a day if danger was close. So when he heard someone walking through the woods, calling for him and more importantly pointing a gun at him it was a surprise. 

     “Dash,” he answered, cautiously stepping in Deven’s sight. As curious as he was about the world, he did not want to know how a bullet felt like. Dash gave him a smile. “If I tried to attack you, I’d try to be a lot more sneaky, you know.”

Deven heard the name and he lowered the gun, he remembered him from the camps after the illness ran through. “I believe it, but incase you were a clumbsy grounder- I’d rather be safe than sorry.” He took a few steps towards him. “I’ve seen signs of tracks and movement, you’ve been in this area a while?” Deven asked, looping his gun strap over his shoulder.

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Begrudging Allies

Deven had explored farther east than he’d been in a while. It was still charted on the maps he’d helped create, but he was a good days hike from camp. The weather was just starting to turn chilly, only in the breeze and shadows. He kept quiet and to himself. He heard some rustling off to his right and raised his gun. “Who’s there?”

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warrioroctxvia:

The brunette had been minding her own business when the scrap broke out, her instinct telling her to step in without thought. “Hey - hey! Break it up.” her hands moved to grab hold of him in an attempt to pull him away from his victim.

Deven managed to get one more punch in before he let Octavia step between them. “Not your place, Octavia.” Deven growled.

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“What did you say?”

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whateverthxhellwewant:

Bellamy swallowed hard, looking down at his hands as he continued to tie the knot he had been working on. “I’m not sure.”

Deven took a deep breath and looked up at him. “What are your thoughts on it?”

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zerofoster:

“Because I shouldn’t even be here in this camp. Your people murdered mine and now we have to come over here and what, grovel for your antidote? Yeah I’m not exactly one to do that sort of thing,” she mumbled the last parts and folded her arms tightly across her body.

“As far as I’m aware no body in Mt. Weather got sick. And no one is groveling.” He let her hand go with the antidote. “I hope your friend gets better.”

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dash-the-nomad:

Dash had been one of the lucky ones who were far away while the sickness spread. He wasn’t as affected as everyone else. “I know, but he failed miserably and I don’t want to be like him - decide that one is better than the other. That’s not me. Maybe Jaha wouldn’t be a great loss, but a loss nonetheless.”

“He almost didn’t fail. It wasn’t miserably, it was nearly succeeded. And he did kill a couple, Abby Griffin for one.” Deven was surprisingly calm, he thought this would anger him but he found himself more bitter about the whole thing. “A loss, but what if we let him go and he kills more people?”