jettisons | week three, sunday night

week three, sunday night

[Bellamy's not sure he wants to deal with anyone after the execution. He's too tangled up in his own head, too caught up in feelings of failure and grief. He's exhausted his way out of the anger he felt yesterday, and now he's just wandering.

He's not surprised when he runs into Prussia doing much the same thing, and he hesitates. It's no secret how that execution affected her, and Bellamy isn't sure he has the energy to be very comforting at the moment, but it feels wrong to pass by her.]

Prussia.

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Bellamy.

[Prussia's just been pacing in aimless circles for a while, as the tracks in the sand seem to indicate. She just looks tired; her eyes are red-rimmed from crying, her voice is hoarse, and for all the world, just looks like she wants to take a nap.

So in much the same state as the other boy, probably.]

How're you feeling, kid?

[Bellamy shakes his head. It isn't dismissive or an attempt to dodge the question, he just has no idea how to put it into words. It's too much.]

I'm sorry about Newt.

...I'm sorry about Nino.

[Her shoulders hunch slightly. That one, at least, is her fault. She'd cast her vote for Laura, after all, and she's half-expected to get chewed out for it.]

I can't even get angry right now. How stupid is that?

[Bellamy just nods dully. He was angry at her at first, her and everyone else who voted for Laura, but Laura was disintegrating anyway. He doubts she would have lasted more than a few days at best.]

We don't have energy left to be angry. If they wanted us demoralized, that was a damn good way to do it.

Ten people. Six of them from a technicality from the trial, two of them from a technicality with the rules of this fucking game.

[She rubs a hand across her face. As if sensing distress, the little yellow bird that usually sleeps in Prussia's hair pops out to fly over to Bellamy, circling his head. Please be nice to her bird friend.]

Trial's more deadly than our killers.

We don't know what the hell we're doing. Every trial is a stab in the dark, and it has been since the beginning. We screwed up.

It's fuckin' stupid, is what it is. We stab and we stab and we stab and all we do is hurt our stupid selves.

[The bird lands on his shoulder and peeps carefully. It's on the side without the patch, meaning it's probably at least a little smarter than Prussia herself.]

...Do you trust me, kid?

[She did just... McFreakin Lose It a little while ago by nearly shooting the Chiefs.]

[Bellamy leaves the bird be. Pet birds aren't really a thing where he's from, and it's so delicate looking he's the tiniest bit afraid he'll hurt it.

Her question catches him off guard, though, and he frowns. Does he trust her? He doesn't know Prussia particularly well, but... Well, he doesn't want to spend the next few weeks suspicious of everyone who speaks to him. He's drained enough as it is.]

I trust you.

Ja? Gut.

[She's taken aback for a moment, before she nods, shoving her hands into her jacket pockets.]

I trust you, too. We yell at each other a lot, and we usually don't see eye to eye, but... that's a good thing on this shitty island. We both have our own ways of doing shit, and we both wanna make sure everyone gets home safe.

[Bellamy smiles wryly.]

I need someone to keep me in check.

[Raven's pretty good at it, but he still feels a little adrift without the natural push and pull he had with Clarke.]

We can't let something like this happen again.

Damn right about that. Ten people...

[She seems to make a decision, turning on one foot to point to him.]

Do you have a role, kid?

[He shakes his head, the motion gentler than usual so he doesn't disturb her bird.]

No, I don't. Jack investigated me, if you want proof.

Nein. It'd be cool to see what kind of proof he gave you, but I don't need it. I already decided in my awesome wisdom to trust you, remember?

Anyway, I'm the one who can fuck around with partnerships. Don't- [She holds up a hand,] Don't bother telling me what a shitty job I've done so far, I know that already.

[He wasn't going to say anything even close to that, but...]

What do you mean, "fuck with partnerships"? What can you do?

Two things now. Started this stupid rigged game with just one. First, I can basically render a pair of partners void, like.... snip. One of them gets killed, the other doesn't automatically get executed. They get at least another week. 'Course, they probably get killed for being alone, anyway. Either by these Siren fucks or people at the trial.

[Which is most of the reason she was so salty about minimizing casualties that way. What if she guessed right and broke the right pair of partners?! Someone would die for nothing!!]

Second thing's new. It's what pissed me off so much earlier. Apparently it only takes effect starting tonight, but I can reassign partners now, too. Two separate shitty things. I wanted to assign Keith and Hayner to each other, you know. Like that loud red-headed noble was yelling about at that farce of a trial. Wouldn't let me do it, doesn't start until tonight.

[She spits in the sand.]

Arschlöcher.

[Bellamy exhales, raking his hair back from his forehead. So roles can shift, then. He wonders what that means, or if the Chiefs are intentionally hiding information, even from the people they're assigning jobs to.]

How the hell do we win this game, Prussia?

Keith wouldn't let me shoot them both in the head.

[Boooooo.

But she shakes her head, crossing her arms as she stares out over the ocean.]

I'm thinkin'. This is the kind of shit I had generals for, you know? Bosses. They call the shots, I'm the awesome sword that charges in and wins the day. I make strategies on the fly in the thick of battle, you know?? I never liked doing this cloak and dagger shit.

[But with that complaint out of the way, she does seem to give it serious thought.]

Right now... Lief's trying to figure out a good way to tell which Chief is telling the truth, and which one lies. Maybe that'll help us figure out who the real good guys are. The Sirens think they're doing the right thing, if Battler was telling the truth. We think we're doing the right thing by getting rid of them. So... we gotta figure out what's right.

Anybody else tell you they had a role?

If they did, that wouldn't be my secret to share.

[Sorry, Prussia! He's decided to trust her, but that doesn't include breaking the trust of anyone who might have shared something with him in confidence.]

How do we know they're not lying to everyone?

Smart kid.

[She nods and shrugs. It'd be easier if he'd just tell her, but she respects his decision, too! Loyalty is one of the most important things to her.]

No clue yet. Hell, the whole 'one tells a lie, one tells the truth' BS could be a lie. Maybe they can both lie, I dunno.

But I'm not giving up. So you better not either, you hear me!!

[She points at him again because she's Rude af.]

[It gets a smile out of him, so apparently rude works.]

Are you threatening me, Prussia?

Damn right I am. We're gonna keep fighting this until the end.

[She holds out her closed fist. Fistbump her!!]

[He raises his eyebrows, but he does fistbump her!]

If you have a plan, I'd love to hear it.

I already told you, we keep fighting!

...'Course, dunno who we're fighting yet. Or which side is the good guys. But! We'll figure it out.

So for now, you gotta keep your eye on everybody for me, okay? Even someone as cool as me can't talk to everybody all the time. So... first we gotta figure out which side's the good guys, and then we can work from there. That stupid aristocrat left a bunch of paperwork behind, so I'm not going home without her. And that's that!

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