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@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.

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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.

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Little Offerings {Past: At the Dropship}

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She brushed by the food hut, snatching a piece of cut meat from the table before Sterling could notice her taking it, spinning in a little circle in order to snag a cup too, stopping by the water barrel to fill it and continue on her way. The smell of the meat was tempting, practically made her mouth water, but she'd eaten her share earlier, and this one was for a specific purpose.

A purpose that was coming through the gate now, free from his shift watching the wall and patrolling out it; Atom. She smiled a little to herself as she lifted a hand in greeting to catch his attention, but his attention was on Nathan next to him as the two boys came back in. But then Nathan broke off, likely to find some clean clothes and food for himself, and Atom looked up to see her a few yards away. "Hey, Fox."

She grinned, offering up the cup and shish-kabob'd food. "Hey. I thought you might be hungry. There's not much left after everyone else took a share," which she usually figured was the worst part of later patrols, coming back to realize everyone had taken all the good pieces and you were stuck with scraps or over-cooked pieces. "So I may have snagged you a piece from tomorrow's pile as it was being cut. Just don't tell Sterling?" She laughed.

She knew the crush was stupid; she'd seen him lingering around Octavia, and even if the two weren't hanging out as much anymore, she wasn't exactly an Octavia, she knew that. Octavia was beautiful and bold and feisty and Fox… wasn't those things. She eyed the cut above his eye, not bleeding, but not one she recognized from any of the other nights she'd brought him food or water, and nodded to it. "That one new?"

She may not be an Octavia, but that didn't mean she couldn't try to lure him into conversation, right?

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Her skin was hot and crawling; she hated dealing with grounders, but Mountain Men took the cake in making her uncomfortable. She knew that only a fraction of them had a hand in what had happened in Mount Weather, but that didn't stop her from being uncomfortable around them. And the best way to put herself at ease in her skin once more was to go find her own people.

Not Arkadians, to be specific. She didn't think of herself as an Arkadian. They'd shot her from the sky to die (or so they'd thought probable) on a radioactive planet; she didn't owe them anything, and they obviously didn't have any concern for her. But her fellow delinquents (she'd stopped thinking of them as the 100 a long time ago, when they'd started dying within the spans of days), they had her full loyalty. And most of them were here, and so so was she.

She spotted Atom over by the weapons supply and trotted over to him, trying to feign casual-ness. "Hey," Wow. Way too high pitched and nervous. "What are you doing?" There, that was better, more her normal voice.