static haze [Bellamy Day 3 Leisure]

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Stepping away from the gruesome scene before them; he says only a single thing to his allies. "Well teamwork worked out this time! A kill for each of us!" Leaving the words hanging in the air; filling smoke into his head, he didn't want to be a killer. A smile plastered across his lips to hide the disappointment building behind his eyes. A step away from the others, he drops the smile. His focus back to his painful wound across his neck, waiting for the adrenaline to drop down. The fear to fade away into exhaustion, but he can't let it get to him. Instead he stands by one of the large piles of firewood, staring at it's size. Reaching up to the sky for awhile until there's nothing but the fading sunlight coming through.

Mauve's gone off on her own. Bubby clearly didn't appreciate his mind. Liara was tolerating him at most. There's the memories of being alone in the orphanage flooding back to him. Tears across the sky splattering against the glass reminding him of the blood after watching the one person who loved him perish. Instead of focusing on that, he can remember the lonely days or sitting on the windowsill in the playroom watching other kids build towers out of blocks. Girls pretending to get married in houses with babies of their own. Boys in a corner finger painting their favorite superheroes into battle. Bellamy Scott sat alone on the window for the first few years until the sun finally rose for him.

A smile of a memory bleeding through as he wipes at the blood coating the front of his shirt way to the best of his abilities. His eyes staring along the dirt and grass covered ground until he can see the pool of blood that's come from him through the static pause in his step. Standing with a haze of memories and a bright light of a boy who shined like a sun to him. Looking around the area, he can see litter around the area. Faded candy wrappers with names too faded to read; dirt covered plastic. Pocketing them for a moment, he keeps to himself. Taking a breath for himself as he lets the calm come. Only one thought comes in with the litter as he's surprised it's a mess. No one else seemed to have been there, except them, but maybe another alliance had came through here. The wrappers were far too faded for that though. So he only had one conclusion to come to.

"Why would the gamemakers leave litter here? None of this is useful and it's bad for the environment. Ripred. Leave it to the Three to pick up some capitalistic death game runners trash."