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JORDAN, JASPER:

            his hand comes up to the still healing wound on his chest as he takes a deep breath. he didn’t like leaving the camp. everyone knew this. i mean, can you really blame him? he nearly was killed by—…whoever or whatever was out there by getting impaled. not a joyful experience. he’ll hear movements in the brush behind him, causing him to spin around and nearly trip himself with his own feet. 

                                            “mbege! you dick! scared the shit outta me!”

               ‘   SECOND TIME LUCKY,   jordan!   ’   mbege grins,   laughing as he takes a few steps towards jasper.   ‘   c’mon,   you really didn’t see that coming?   i made it obvious for you.   ’   the way mbege sees it,   he’s helping jasper by prolonging his life before his inevitable death.   

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REYES, RAVEN:

❛  scary?  ❜  okay, so maybe she is just a little. it probably had a little to do with her expertise with explosives.   ❛  now what exactly would give you that impression?  ❜  

               ‘   uh...    the explosives.   ’   he’s pretty sure she could slay him alive.   ‘   and you’re pretty cool.   ’   he shrugs as if trying to shrug off the compliment he just paid her.   ‘   somethin’ like that.   ’

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BLAKE, OCTAVIA:

             LITHE FINGERS RUN THROUGH DARK LOCKS, eyes closing momentarily as she does so. when they open, she notices the smile, one of her own forming. she’s glad she’s helping in some way to cheer him up - not that she cares if he’s happy or not. emotions are weakness & she’s chosen to not bother with those. the only one she needs is anger. sniffles lightly, a small chuckle passing through plump lips.  “  you’re almost as talkative as my brother, mbege.  “  it’s a joke ( she likes his smile, wants to see more of it. ) fingers wrap themselves back around her knee caps, a soft hum vibrating in her throat.  “  but here we are.  “  she muses, looking down at the ground.  “  who’d have thought. seein’ as not twenty four hours ago i was threatening to break your hands.  “ 

                     mbege has never been the talkative type.   true,   he’s usually more expressive around people he cares about,   but he prefers to say what he has to and get it over with.   he’s never been very good with words;   prefers to express his emotions using his fists or spray paints or through stealing things for people.   with the few girls he’s slept with,   it’s never been...   enough.   he’s always wanted more,   and a one night stand always left him feeling somewhat crappy at the end of it.

                     he likes octavia blake,   that much is for sure.   he’s never liked anyone before.    that does not,   however,   change the fact that he’s terrible with words,   and so he looks across at her and swallows thickly before his head tilts.   if this goes to shit,   he only has himself to blame.   ‘   we don’t have to talk,   ’   mbege murmurs,   voice low as his gaze flickers between her eyes and her lips once more.   without realising it,   he’s inclined towards her;   tried to close the small space between them.   ‘   there’s something else we could do.   i mean  --  shit,   i don’t mean that.   i mean i’d...   ’   yeah,   THIS is why he’s no good with words.   he pauses,   taking a breath.   ‘   you’re  --  octavia,    you’re really pretty.   i’d be lying if i said i hadn’t thought about kissing you before.   ’

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                  i would follow you to the place where the sea meets the sky,   IF ONLY I COULD.  

        INDEPENDENT AZGEDA OC’S / NOVA & VAUG 

                                               WRITTEN BY MOO & TIA RESPECTIVELY.

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        ‘   you’re kinda scary.   you know that,   right?   ’   he’s very attracted to her and he’s honestly wondering how anybody wouldn’t be.   /   @damnmechanic.

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                     ‘   take this,   and it’ll get you high off your ass.   ’    while the heroes of the camp went off to find food,   mbege was off looking for drugs.   just because they’re on the ground it doesn’t mean he’s going to stop with his old antics  ---  this is their world now,   and they might not have a currency to go by,   but he can still cash in favours and exchange materials for them.   wait  ---  did he mention he doesn’t take them himself?   ‘   it’ll help you forget all about your problems...   ’   /   @shxcklash.

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                    ‘   if you fix my playstation i’ll steal you parts from outside.   or mcdonalds,   whatever you want.   ’   usually,    everyone just wants mcdonalds:   there’s only so much cheese and grapes one can handle at camp,   though he’s pretty sure she’ll have everything she needs for her work.   camp comes fully equipped with its own forge;   raven probably forges them herself,   right?   he’s not sure;   he usually picks the climbing wall rather than arts and crafts with the hephaestus cabin as his free choice from two until four.   ‘   deal?   ’   /   @icarusque.

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HEADCANON. mbege gets by with saying the least he possibly can. he knows american sign language because his mom was deaf, and he honestly prefers speaking through sign language rather than using his actual voice. when he does speak, his answers are short and simple and it can often make people think he’s mad at them, but he’s literally just somewhat reserved. he’ll often speak in a mixture of both.

fun fact --- when he first got locked up in the skybox he literally used sign language for the first year until he finally spoke, though that was more him messing with everybody than a comfort thing. he kept it going until he just started speaking normally one day.

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                     ‘   are you happy now?   ’    mbege greets the other,   fists clenched and jaw equally as taut as anger boils his blood.   she’s the reason murphy was tortured;   she’s the reason for him forcing back tears,   remorse clouding his thoughts.   i should’ve gone with him.    this is my fault.   ‘   is this what you wanted?   you banished him and he almost --   ’   he can’t physically let the words come leave the tip of his tongue.   voice rising,    he continues.   ‘   you’ve seen him!     you saw what they did to him and it’s your fault.    FUCK you,   clarke!   ’   /   @bloodsoakcd.

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                   ‘   no.   ’   there’s absolutely no way he’s saying yes to letting a fifteen year old kid joining him when he sneaks out of camp.   if she wants to sneak out on her own and get herself killed?   fine.   he can live with that.   but he isn’t going to come back trailing an arm  (  because that’s all that’ll be left of her,   most likely  )  for proof that she’s dead.   because THEN it’ll be his fault,   and he’s pretty sure that would mean that chiron’s tolerance with him is all but gone.   /   @snatchfirst.

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                  MBEGE WOULD LIKE to say that there’d been an automatic connection:   something within him telling him yes,   your best friend and brother is still alive and yes,   you’ll be reunited once more,    but ever since mbege returned from the mountain that hadn’t been the case.   he’d been convinced that he’d never see john murphy ever again,   and yet here the other stands a few meters away from him:   alive,   and from what he can see,   well.   the last time he saw him he was covered in cuts and his fingernails had been torn off.   this is a drastic improvement.

                  he wastes no time in closing the distance between them,   setting off towards the other in a jog.   ‘   murphy!   ’   mbege calls,   grinning as he wraps his arms around the other and finishes it off with a pat to his back.   a lot has changed here,   but never mbege’s fondness for somebody he considers his only brother.   i have to tell him she’s dead,   mbege suddenly thinks,   but it only makes him clasp onto the other tighter.   ‘   i missed you.   shit.   thought you were dead.   ’   /   @willend.

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                    ‘   yeah,   ’   mbege answers with a nonchalant shrug,   gaze lowering to the knife in his hands as he carves away at a tiny wooden horse.   he’s not one for history and prefers to live in the present,   but he learned long ago that having something physical to remember it by helps his grades  ---  his mom can still make him suffer,    even from a distance and despite her being mortal,    if they fall below her expectations.    ‘   i can get you that.   WHAT’S IN IT FOR ME?   ’

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BLAKE, DAPHNE:

       “ So I just about SWOONED when I was chosen as Head Counsellor. Swooned, I tell you! Swooned! ” Daphne’s smile, lipgloss tight, and gleaming sharp as a dagger, takes up half her face. It’s a wonder she can speak when it stretches that wide. “ But I can’t say it doesn’t make sense. I mean, have you met me? ” 

              ‘   you serious?   you look like you’re about twelve.   ’

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BLAKE, OCTAVIA:

               IT DOESN’T DISTRESS HER THAT HE’S IN HER PERSONAL BUBBLE, that he’s invaded her space. it actually feels quite comforting. feels inclined to lean her head against his shoulder, but she won’t. that’d just be odd, even for her. a brow raises as he speaks, humming softly as she does so. she watches him carefully, head canting as she notices the way he’s trying to avoid looking at her. makes no comment on it, just stares off into the distance, waiting for him to finish speaking.  “  well, i can tell you one thing. you’re still you without him. same old annoying, arrogant, fuck boy mbege as usual. just without murphy to back up your usual bullshit.  “  she smirks, looking over at him, punching him lightly on the arm. it’s a miracle how she’s managing to stay so friendly, after what he’d been doing.  “  it is. but, he’ll forgive you, eventually.  “

                  same old annoying,    arrogant,    fuckboy mbege.   she means it as a compliment,   and the corners of his lips curve upwards in response to her comment as he pulls up some grass and throws it ahead of him,   but that’s not him.   murphy’s the only one that knows that;   the only one he’s ever opened up to before,   and it's always felt as if he’s known him his entire life.   ‘   yeah,   ’   mbege murmurs in response,   swallowing thickly as a weight sinks in his chest.   he likes to think that murphy can’t be mad at him forever,   but he’s seen the way he looks at darcy.   NONETHELESS,   mbege’s gaze meets octavia’s features,   glancing between her eyes and lips,   just before he changes the subject.   shit,   she’s beautiful.   ‘   i never thought i’d be talking to you about this,    you know.   ’   and yet...    despite not having murphy,   something tells him that himself and octavia aren’t in very differing circumstances.   being the daughter of a war god who frowns upon weakness must not be easy.

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BLAKE, OCTAVIA:

         UN-BRAIDED LOCKS FRAME SOFT FEATURES, contrast of their colours clashing against one another. the usually unwashed & unkempt child of war for once resembles a real person, not a warrior. bright eyes trained upon him, watching him curiously. it’s odd to her, as to why he’s spending so much time with her as of late. he actively seeks out her company, all whilst giving out the impression he doesn’t like her. boys are confusing. she understands war much more than this. a small smile when he sits beside her, nudging him gently with her shoulder.  “  wanna talk about whatever the fuck is goin’ on in your head?  “  she mumbles, softly spoken as to not spook him. he isn’t alright, she knows that. it’s obvious.  “  or d’you wanna just duke it out instead? y’know i’m not too good with emotions.  “  // @rnbege

                           he sits right beside her,   the closest he’s been to somebody  (  that doesn’t stay in his cabin or isn’t one of his bros  )  in a very long time.   ODDLY ENOUGH,   he finds her comforting:   she’s a child of the war god and she’s the last person he’d expect to be able to breathe around,   but that’s how the fates want it to be.   he shrugs,   elbows resting on his knees and legs pulled up towards him as he stares ahead at the lake.   he doesn’t look at her:   if he looks at her,   he’ll lose focus.   he’s not very good with emotions either.    ‘   probably wouldn’t be able to tell you what was goin’ on in my head even if i knew,   ’   mbege mutters in response,   head lowering as an arm moves to pull up some grass below him.   ‘   i dunno who i am without murphy.   feels weird to know he’s mad at me.   ’   he pauses, brows creasing.   ‘   i know it’s my own fault.   ’