Leon

Tree People | 17 years old

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lexa--heda:

Lexa grinned broadly, glad that Leon felt the same way as she did about Heathcliff. It would be awkward if they were actually friends. Something about the warrior had always rubbed her the wrong way.

“I hope you’re not insinuating that I’m fearful. I’m careful, there is a difference. But, hell, if one of those mountain girls were hot enough maybe I’d be persuaded to…mingle, too.” She didn’t know if Leon knew about her thing with Anya but in case he was aware she wanted to make it seem like she was interested in many girls. People couldn’t be aware of what Anya meant to her.

Leon had suspicions about Lexa and Anya, but he let those curiosity die. Lexa was his leader, she could do as she pleased.

“No, I don’t think you’re fearful at all.” He amended, smirking at her comment of mingling. “Maybe you just haven’t met the right ones.” He suggested.

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(lexa--heda:)

“He’s a bastard. I can see how his face is pleasing, though it would be even more so if we could beat it in.” Lexa mused with a dark chuckle. “Ah, Bellamy?” She questioned, her tone indicating her familiarity with the boy of which he spoke. 

“I suppose. But it’s risky. You won’t catch me alone with one of them.”

Leon smirked a little at Lexa’s comment of Heathcliff. He enjoyed her company. Leon picked up on the familiarity of her words. “Yes, I suppose that’s his real name.”

“When have you known our people to be fearful of risk-taking?” It was rhetorical and prideful, they were a strong people.

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(lexa--heda:)

“I couldn’t care less about the men in our clan, but I’ll indulge you. Who might that be?” Lexa questioned with a light curiosity.

She listened at Leon’s answer, which at face value sounded disappointing. But it was illuminating more than not. “What? Our people mingling with mountain people? They could still be a threat. As are some of the sky people.” She was guilty of mingling with the sky people, too…Raven, Clarke, amongst others. Lexa didn’t trust the mountain folk, though, even if she had worked with them to set her own people free. It didn’t change the atrocious things they were capable of or the enemy they had created–the Reapers who were still present and a threat to their people.

“In our clan, Heathcliff. Though I hate him. In the surrounding area- it would most certainly be the head boy from the skaikru.”

“Our people are mingling with everybody. There have been no laws against it. I don’t say they trust them, but they’ve been talking.” He glanced out to the forest. “It could be a good thing. Gain intel.”

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(lexa--heda:)

Lexa couldn’t help the chuckle that came from her lips. Of course she’d asked the gay boy which girl he thought was attractive. It showed how little she payed attention to these sorts of things. To boys in particular. “We all have our biases. Pardon me for asking, it was a silly question. So, you strike me as someone who sees quite a lot. Anything worth mentioning to me?”

Leon cocked his head, a bit curious about his leader. “I could answer for most attractive male.” He commented, his lips turning into a lop-sided grin.

Leon straightened a little, prideful at Lexa noticing how much he sees. “Nothing worth mentioning. People come and go, most are mingling with sky people or mountain people. So far no one has tried to kill one another.”

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(lexa--heda:)

“I suppose that is a good thing. I just don’t like being followed…I deserve some privacy now and then, too. Even as Heda.” Lexa settled down, nodding slowly. “Don’t lower your guard. We still have enemies.” She reminded the young boy, leaning against the trunk of the tree.

“Nothing you can help me with. Though…I am curious. Doing a little poll, I guess. Which woman from the Trigedakru do you believe is the most attractive? And don’t say ai.”

Leon glanced back to the woods, things had been safe recently. They were bound to turn around sooner rather than later. “Yes, Heda.”

The next question caught Leon off guard and he blanched, looking to Lexa. “Um, I don’t find girls attractive so I fear I’m not the right person to ask in this poll. But due to complete bias, I’d have to say Skye.”

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lexa--heda:

“I would really rather you not keep track of my movements.” Lexa muttered, keeping her eyes on Leon. “Did you need something?”

“I keep track of everyone’s movements. That way when they don’t come back, there is some knowledge of that.” Leon brushed off his pants. “Not that our people have been going missing much since the mountain people were taken care of.”

“No. Do you?”

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(lexa--heda:)

Lexa raised an eyebrow at the younger boy. “Yes, and?”

“Nothing. Just commenting.” Leon said, hoping down from his branch that he was perched on.

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(montyy-green:)

Technology. That was something Monty lived and breathed, he should have known being placed smack bang on a planet with limited technology was going to be a living nightmare from the get go. Because of this, he couldn’t imagine how the grounders felt the other way around. 

“Congratulations, this tin can is the closest you’ve gotten to a spacewalk.” Monty nudged open the door to the kitchen, leaving it open for Leon to decide if he wanted to take a look around or not. He gave a passing greeting to someone he knew working there, taking a bit of time to ask about their day while he picked a few choicy morsels of leftovers. 

“I hope you like fruit and stew.” He said while passing by Leon, gingerly shaking a small plastic container filled with berries and a few other dried fruits. 

Leon frowned a little, his eyebrows knitting together when he said it was the closest thing to a space walk. Leon has no idea what that was. He dismissed it quickly and continued into the kitchen. He looked around at all the sky people mingled about and instantly felt itchy. He didn’t let it show, walking straight up to where the food was held and taking a small plastic container. “I like food. I’m not picky on the kind.” Leon explained.

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montyy-green:

Five… six… se– the scuffling behind him was what Monty had been waiting for and he risked a half chuffed glance back. He should be telling him not to drag out the healing stages by running around, instead he was leading him to the mouth of what remained of a station Monty had no business in pre-earth. “Have you been in anything like this before?” He asked conversationally.

“No.” Leon said frankly, coming up beside him but making sure to keep a reasonable distance between the two of them. “I’ve been in the medic’s quarters frequently, but I don’t think that is what you were asking.” Leon had only watched from the outside, he had never been inside. Till now.

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montyy-green:

“Its–” Monty broke off, trying to think of the best way to give him directions, while also factoring in the likelihood of the kitchen staff willingly giving away food to a sick grounder boy, while also trying to figure out the probability that, if left alone, said grounder boy would leg it. “I’ll just show you myself.” He made a frustrated sound and exited the tent. 

Leon just watched him, he could see that Monty was thinking through options but couldn’t find one he agreed on. Then he was up and gone. Leon blinked, staring at where Monty was but he decided to follow him. He had nothing better to do. Besides, he was hungry.

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Find Shelter | Lincoln & Leon

Leon was out scavenging when he heard a horn, the horn. He didn’t know who blew it, and he didn’t understand where the fog came from if Mt. Weather was no longer fighting, but none of those questions mattered.

He leapt out of the tree and started to run back towards camp. His heart pounded in his chest. Leon looked behind him to see the fog approaching, he grinned. Nothing like toying with death to get your blood moving. 

Leon swerved right, trying to get ahead of the fog. He noticed something in the ground then, and entrance. Shelter.

He ran to it, he had always been quick and for once he was thankful he was graced with speed and not strength. Leon slid on the ground and into the opening, moving to barricade it quickly. Leon turned around to see what else he could use to plug up any cracks when he noticed he wasn’t alone. The cave was dark and his eyes hadn’t adjusted, all he could see was a figure silhouetted in the darkness. He pulled out his blade.

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montyy-green

Monty quirked his eyebrows, hardly surprised. What was surprising was Leon getting up and decreasing the distance between them. “In the kitchen, with the rest of the food.”

“Where is the kitchen?” He asked, glancing around the tent.

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dash-the-nomad:

“Boat people,” Dash confirmed, “Or Flo, Flu, Flow, Flou…kru or whatever you call them in your language.”

“No. I don’t have any siblings. You weren’t allowed more than one child on the Ark. So, the middle child theory is definitely wrong. Don’t think my parents would’ve called me nothing for a year either to see if I’d be a good runner.” Dash bit onto his lower lip in a thinking manner. He had asked his parents a billion questions. Only not the one about his name. “Maybe they just knew I’d turn into a dashing young man.” 

“Floukru.” Leon corrected easily. He wasn’t sure why he was so at ease with this boy, but he was. And he stopped questioning it.

“That’s right.” Leon had known that, he nodded. When he spoke about waiting to not call him a name for a year Leon merely shrugged. “Seems smart to me.” At Dash’s last answer, his smirk turned into a grin. He clicked his tongue, chuckling a little, “Proper answer, Dash.”

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trikru-leroy:

Leroy watched Leon out of his peripheral vision. He’d never let him know that he was directly observing him. It was a fine line between ignoring him and also letting him know that someone always had his eye on him. Leroy finished dumping his cargo on the table before picking up one to work a short distance from Leon. “Deformed beasts? Other than your ugly mug?” His knife sawed through the rabbit skin, going quickly but carefully to pull the skin away, cut the ribs, and begin removing the entrails. “One of those nasty snake-like things with the double fang set,” he confessed, eyes not leaving his work. “I considered catching that for the poison glands. You know that stuff is — potent.”

Leon got to work, his hands moved effortlessly. He’d been hunting since he was a child, skinning a rabbit was something he could do in his sleep. “You didn’t see me while hunting, though nice try.” Leon offered, his snark was still there with his brother but it was dulled down. His voice sounded more nonchalant instead of vindictive. It sounded like he didn’t care, when in actuality he was walking on eggshells.

“And who would you have killed with it?” Leon asked, his eyes not leaving his rabbit.

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whateverthxhellwewant:

“Glad to see you are much better,” Bellamy said simply reaching for some food himself.

Leon raised his eyebrow at him before he reached and took the piece Bellamy was going to take, though there was plenty more so he wasn’t worried about Bellamy not eating. “You’re oddly invested in people who aren’t you’re people.”

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dash-the-nomad:

Slowly Dash nodded. It was even more information than he asked for, which needless to say satisfied him more than a simple answer. So everyone was taught how to fight. He had figured that, but he always wanted confirmation. “I still have to meet someone like that. Spent most of my time on earth running into different warriors who pointed different weapons at me. Tree People, Desert People, Boat People… Sky People.”

“You really make it sound like Dash is the worst name to have.” He chuckled.

Leon raised an eyebrow at him, “Boat people?” He thought about it and then shrugged. He knew exactly why he hadn’t run into them. They were smart enough to not go looking for trouble, or not get caught. “They’ve probably seen you, just not the other way around.”

“It’s Dash! What, did your parents wait until you could run to name you? Or were you the middle child?” Leon really found nothing wrong with the name, but he always found ways to pick on people. This time it was in much better taste than he normally found himself.

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montyy-green:

“Yeah, no. You need to rest. And then eat. And then find her.” Monty cut in, it was the best way to go about it, “but something tells me you won’t do it in that order.” He added, convincing Jasper to sit still was hard enough, let alone snark in a human suit over there. “That’s one way of putting it.” Usually, he felt guilty about watching everyone fall sick while he stayed as close to healthy as they were down here. But something about the way Leon acted had him suppressing a smile.

“I’m not one for conventional methods.” He offered as a way of explaining. Leon looked around for any substance that would be edible. He decided to skip over Monty. “Where’s the food?”