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   The name Robin meant FAME — in a way, she supposed that it had been fairly fitting for the life she ended up living. Robin quickly became a well-known figure on the ark as soon as she started living with her hood up, and head down.

It also meant BRIGHT.

That one, Robin found harder to agree with.

She wasn't the brightest person around. Sure, she was smart — a girl of many brains, actually. Robin Loxely was intelligent and had no problem solving issues that could be fixed with a wrench, but in terms of lightness, then she was hardly what one considered bright; Robin was one of the dullest people around when it came down to it, with a dark attitude that she preferred people to stay away from.

Robin hadn't always been that way, she hadn't always sucked the fun out of everything like a sponge. As a kid, Robin had been fun, really fun.

But then her mother died, her father went radio silent, and she'd been left with nothing to do but to fall apart on the inside. Robins life crumbled the day her mother died, and she started committing whatever crimes she could think of to pass the time, to stop herself from drowning in grief. A part of her hoped that all of the crimes she committed would be enough to get her floated, though Robin soon realised that the skybox sounded very much like the last place she wanted to be left alone with her thoughts. Plus, she was always too quick for the guards to catch — it was exhilarating; breaking a couple laws, running from the guards, and getting away with it. An indescribable adrenaline came with breaking the laws. Robin liked that feeling, an awful lot.

It started out with small things.

Stealing good food from alpha, finding better clothes. But, after a while, it got deeper. She noticed the nice things on alpha station.

They were things she had never seen, before; things that people like her didn't have.

Life on alpha was different to life on mecha. Robin noticed it in everything. Everything was better, more expensive, more comfortable on their section of the ark. No wonder people weren't allowed there if they weren't from that station — there would be an uproar. People where Robin came from were dying, meanwhile the council lived a life of peace.

People in alpha had no worries, whereas people on mecha were destined a life of hell. That made Robin angry. So, stealing became less for fun and more for good. It wasn't as if alpha deserved what they had. They killed people daily, her people, and they lived a life of luxury as a result. Robin didn't think they deserved it, so Robin found a way to take it from them. She stole what they had and she gave it to the people who needed it. Her nickname the hood echoed through the halls shortly after she turned thirteen, and had been a legend on the ark, ever since.

Until the day she got caught, thanks Jaha!

Really, Robin Loxely was a famous name for being a person for the people. She stood up against higher powers and knocked them down for exploiting those they saw was weak, vulnerable.

Robin thought her days as the hood were over from the day Clarke and Wells had gotten her arrested. However, as it turned out, there was still room for the hood on earth. Robin Loxely would be back in business, shortly.

All thanks to Bellamy Blake.

   Figures.

"Ah—!"

Ears perked, Robin peered over the side of the dropship.

She had been keeping to herself, up there. After her lovely chat with Wells Jaha, she had tried to find anything that survived their crash-landing to the ground.

But, once again, Robin found nothing.

She expected it. There were only so many straws to grasp onto, before a girl started to admit defeat. Robin didn't like admitting to defeat, she never had been one to do so, but there wasn't much of a choice for her. Sinclair wasn't lying when he said they were being sent down with nothing.

   So, Robin had taken to moping. No one bothered her, which was good — sticking to the top of their dropship was proving peaceful.

   Wells had disappeared not long following their disagreement. He had ventured into the forest looking for supplies; water, something to eat. Robin didn't know, nor did she care. Wells Jaha could find a hole and die in it, for all she cared.

   During her time above the crowd, Robin had started tinkering, a trait her father had always praised her for.

   Robin was a natural tinkerer, and thifter. She was pretty good at making something out of nothing, and so, soon enough, a tiny pile of metal knives began to build beside her. They were made from a lot of scattered debris from the dropship, things that had been less than useful and rendered worthless for virtually anything else, and she made quick work of it. There weren't enough for one hundred of them, but it was a start.

   If they planned to survive, they needed some weapons.

    "Who's next?"

   Her brows furrowed, Robin watched a flurry of teenagers throw their hands in the air. The guard-cross-janitor grinned, twirling in a circle to observe his handy-work in all its glory.

     "What the hell are you doing?" Wells appeared by the fire they had built as night had started to fall over the teenagers.

    "We're liberating ourselves," he said.

   This guy seemed less than impressed that Wells Jaha had shown his face, and Robin wondered what could have been so liberating about being on the ground with no food or water. Perhaps she had missed something important.

    "What does it look like?"

    "It looks like you're trying to get us all killed!"

   It wasn't what she had expected him to say, but it wasn't all that surprising. Wells Jaha was very like his father. Robin knew he was going to put his foot in anywhere it wasn't wanted, especially when it strayed from how they did things on the ark. If he carried on in that way, he was going to pain a target on his back. God knows, the kid already had one.

    "The communication system is dead. These wristbands are all we've got," he raised a wrist to the crowd to show them what he'd been talking about, "You take 'em off, and the ark will think we're dying, that it's not safe for them to follow us, down here."

    "That's the point, chancellor. We can take care of ourselves— can't we?"

    "You think this is a game? Those aren't just our friends and our parents, up there. They're our farmers, our doctors, our engineers! I don't care what he tells you; we won't survive here all on our own, and besides— if it really is safe, how could you guys not want the rest of our people to come down?"

   He didn't get it, did he?

   Robin wanted her wristband on.

   Not because she wanted Jaha and the rest of the council to come down and join them, but because she didn't want her father to die a painful death, no matter how upset she was that he hadn't visited her in the skybox. She cared about Sinclair, too. She'd be lost with him out of her life. He mattered to her, and so did her father, even if she wouldn't wish to admit it. Other kids had people they cared for, too. Their families were on the ark. Families that would grieve the loss of their children if they had no way of finding out if they were alive. Robin didn't want the council to come down and find a way to take charge again, but she did want those families to be told their children were fine. She didn't want them to grieve.

    "My people are already down," the man spoke up against Wells, looking around at the teenagers. They waited patiently — just like with Finn earlier that day, they lapped up everything he had to say.

    "Those people locked my people up. Those people were the ones that killed my mother for the crime of having a second child. Your father did that," he spat at Wells, teeth clenched. For the first time since she had seen him, Robin finally realised who he was. He was Bellamy Blake, and he had found a way onto the dropship. How the hell had he done that?

   Wells sighed, "My father didn't write the laws."

    "No," Bellamy shook his head stiffly. "He enforced them."

His words were eerily similar to Robin's. It made her wonder just how much she had in common with Bellamy Blake, and if she felt the need to agree with him. They floated his mother for having an illegal child — he had every right to hate those on the ark, for that.

But, Robin wasn't going to take her wristband off. Maybe it was a means of liberating them, but Robin felt differently.

"—but not anymore, not here!" Bellamy yelled to the group of impressionable teenagers. They seemed to respect him; maybe it was because he was older, and cooler, or because they believed the ark coming down would bring them trouble. Robin wasn't sure but they were definitely engrossed by him. "Here, there are no laws!" A loud and brilliant holler met his strong words and he nodded once to himself in pride. Bellamy threw his arms out at his sides with an expertly wide stance; Robin watched, "Here— we do whatever the hell we want, whenever the hell we want!" He looked back at Wells Jaha carelessly, "Now, you don't have to like it, Wells. You can even try to stop it or change it, kill me..." his tone was low and aired out with threat, "You know why?" Wells gave him no spoken answer as he stood there, but Robin had a feeling Bellamy didn't want one.

Bellamy grinned, "Whatever the hell we want."

"Whatever the hell we want!"

"Whatever the hell we want!"

"Yeah!"

"—the hell we want!"

"Yeah, Bellamy!"

Robin watched the crowd go wild, and the smug grin spread on Bellamy's cheeks. He had them eating out the palms of his hands, that was for sure.

Her eyes flickered to Murphy, whom sat by the fire and who had returned to taking off wristbands by the dozen, and she eyed up a growing piles of metal bands. Robin pursed her lips and looked at her own. They told the ark whether they were alive, so they had to be pretty good technology. What else could they tell them?

She shifted on her bottom and moved to the ladder, climbing her way down as Bellamy and Wells had another altercation. She went over to the pile and rolled her eyes when Murphy smirked, like the boy thought she would add to it with hers. Idiot. Instead, she leant down and snatched one from Murphy's hand before he tossed it to the fire alongside the rest. Robin brought it closer to her face, hard stare focused on the metal, and started to inspect the tech up close, the parts that she couldn't see while it was still on her wrist.

If they could get one off and keep the power, maybe they could find a way to communicate with the ark. A smirk grew on her face.

"What ya up to, angel face?"

"Whatever the hell I want," she muttered.

Bellamy eyed her closely, but couldn't resist the twitch of his lips when she didn't miss a beat. She seemed eager to find some power for them to talk to the ark, presumably, and Bellamy didn't like the glimmer in her eye.

He found it hard to believe they would be able to contact them if they had no means of doing so, but she struck him as the type that didn't give up so easily. Bellamy frowned.

As Robin was about to turn back to the dropship, a droplet from the sky hitting her cheek made her stop. It was cold, and wet, and it slid down her skin and towards her jaw with ease. Brows cinched in the middle, she tilted her head to look up to where it came from only to feel it again, another one landing on her nose. Robin let an inaudible breath pass her lips as they started to fall more freely, the teenagers soon drenched.

"Rain!"

"Check it out!"

"It's water!"

Robin shut her eyes for a second, only a second, embracing it.

Then, the second was over and she turned on her heel.

————

Robin didn't expect to spend all night awake, inspecting the tech that surrounded the wristbands, but she had. When Robin Loxely got herself invested in something, she found it hard to put it down.

But, before she knew it, the sun was up.

Blinking blearily, Robin smothered a yawn. She slipped the band into her pocket and stretched her arms over her head.

When she caught side of Jaha coming back towards the ship, his hands holding a pile of clothes, it peaked her interest. He had left early hours, a shovel with him, and Robin had watched from afar as he dug graves for the two boys that had followed Finn out of his seat and died on the way down. It left Robin to assume the items of clothing had been theirs. Something about it made her stomach flip, but she settled it with a deep breath. She watched Wells bump into one of the boys who had found themselves to be Bellamy's left hand man, Murphy being the right.

"Hey, where'd you get the clothes?" He asked.

"Buried the two kids who died during landing," Wells told him.

"Smart." The boy nodded slowly, eyeing up the clothing with an eager look. Robin knew he wanted to take them, likely to Bellamy, and rolled her eyes at the obvious problem that was about to ensue beneath her, "Y'know— I'll take it from here."

Wells quickly swiped the clothes away before he could reach for them, taking a large step back and shaking his head. "No, we share based on need," he recited the lifestyle they were used to up in the sky. Wells' main issue was that he couldn't seem to understand that these kids didn't want to live like that, not when it had treated them so badly the last time they had done it. "Just like back home."

"Give us a break."

Their eyes flickered up to the girl that jumped from the ladder at around the second level, landing between the pair with both knees bent. She crossed her arms, bored.

"Sharing only worked in your favour, princey." Robin told him, a shrug in her shoulder. "You got everything, the rest of us got nothing."

"Not when you started stealing."

"Let it go, Wells." Robin rolled her eyes.

She thought she had made it clear last night; Robin didn't have a single ounce of remorse for stealing from his people, because it had meant that her people were marginally better off. They didn't need all the shit they had in alpha. Robin explained that to Wells— looks like she wasted her breath.

Clearly, Wells had an issue with the hood. In turn, that meant he a bigger issues with Robin. She thought that was rich, considering he had been the one to wrong her. All Robin had done was what Jaha should have done. She supplied the poor with what the chancellor wasn't. Her anger towards him was deep-rooted, deeper than what she saw worthy of expressing through a pile of clothes, but Robins ambition to side with the same people she always had overruled an immediate logical response. Robin didn't even know the kid beside her, but it didn't seem to matter when he was put in contrast to the chancellor's son. This kid just wanted the clothes and Robin didn't really care. But, he was one of them. One of her people. One of the people benefited by the hood. All the sentiment, too. Robins instincts worked ahead of her brain.

"Now," she hummed. "I think my buddy here wants to take the clothes, don't ya?"

The boy nodded, smirking lowly.

"Hand 'em over, Jaha."

"No," he glared at them with fiercer eyes than she expected from someone like Wells Jaha. He stepped back again, "Not happening. I already told you: we share based on need." Wells looked at her with challenge, "That is what you stand for, right? Need?"

Her jaw clenched.

But, she didn't have a chance to bite back at him. Her head flew to look at the dropship as the material was drawn back, the leader who had appointed himself as the king stepping out. He sauntered down the ramp, scantily clad and a sheen of sweat over his chest, a girl at his side. Robin rolled her eyes, awaiting him to intervene. She didn't need him to get involved, she had her own means of dealing with Wells Jaha, but something told Robin that it was more for his benefit, than hers.

"You still don't get it— do ya, chancellor?" Bellamy said, a tone as dark as his eyes. Robin's stare trailed down his chest and landed on the gun propped into his waistband.

He continued with a smirk, stopping in front of Wells. The son of the chancellor had an edge on him, height-wise. Robin thought that if Wells wanted him, he could probably take Bellamy Blake in a heartbeat. Perhaps he wouldn't win against Bellamy's muscle but he would give him a damn good fight. However, Wells wasn't that way inclined. Not like they were.

"This is home now," Bellamy said. "Your father's rules no longer apply."

Satisfied with the silence, Bellamy swiped a shirt from Wells with no hesitation. He grabbed a jacket and tossed it towards Robin, to which the girl rolled her eyes and let it drop to the dirt. Robin was more than happy with her own.

Wells went to grab the shirt back from Bellamy with an angrier face than had presented in his life, but his lefthand stood in front like a bodyguard and blocked him off. For a moment, Wells fought against him and Robin wondered whether he would really go for a man like Bellamy.

Her eyes glittered with mischief.

Colour her impressed.

"No, no— Atom. Atom, hold up..." Bellamy put a hand on the boys shoulder and held the shirt up, "You want it back? Take it."

A tense silence fell over them. Robin debated walking away, the testosterone was smothering her, but she wanted to see how Wells would react. She wanted to know his game. Because, eventually, it would be harder for him to keep his ark-head on his shoulders. If Bellamy stayed in charge and the ark never came down, then one of them would have to relent. Wells would have to understand that his father wasn't in charge, anymore — not here, not on earth. The hundred were in charge of themselves. And it appeared that their new leader had every intention to keep it that way. Bellamy wasn't scared of Wells Jaha. But, then again, it didn't look like Wells Jaha was all that scared of Bellamy Blake.

Wells didn't entertain his dare, however.

   Rather, the boy turned and threw the items onto the ground. In as little as a second, a group of kids rushed over and ransacked the pile, fighting and shoving.

    "Is this what you want?" Wells asked him, "Chaos?"

    "Scared of a little chaos?" Robin taunted, stepping closer to the boy and then around him. He inched backwards. Something about it made him uneasy; like she were stalking her next meal. Robin had a habit of making him feel uneasy. "'Cause it's just getting started."

   Bellamy grinned.

   A scream from across their makeshift camp brought them out of the scenario, and their head shot in the same direction. Robin was gone before Bellamy even had his shirt on, and the two boys spent little time in following after her. It didn't take long for them to find what was going on: Murphy was what. He held a girl suspended an alarmingly close distance to the fire, allowing the flames to lick and bite at her skin while she screamed in fear. Robin's eyes went wide, then they narrowed dangerously. Was he insane?

    "What are you doing?" She hissed.

    "Bellamy! Check it out!" He hollered, "We want the ark to think that the ground is killing us— right? Figure it'll look better if we all suffer, a little bit, first!"

    "John!" Robin glared at him, "Cut it out, now!"

    "Let her go!"

   Barrelling through the crowd, Wells shoved Murphy off the girl, giving her time to stumble back to her friends.

    "You can stop this!" He yelled at Bellamy, eyes pleading.

    "Stop this?" Bellamy echoed. He seemed to contemplate it for a moment, but the moment was over as soon as it had started. The man shrugged carelessly, winking at Wells like a lost lover. "I'm just getting started."

Robin made a mental note to never find herself stuck with big, bad Bellamy Blake in a time of need. He'd probably let her die. It made her frown at him, wanting him to feel the look bore into his head. She didn't agree with Wells on much, but Robin was against any innocent people getting hurt. That's what they did on the ark, and she wanted it to be different here.

"Hey, Jaha!"

Just as she span to look back at Murphy, she watched as the boy flew up from the ground and sent his tight fist right into Wells' face.

"Fight!" A kid yelled.

Murphy didn't hesitate to kick the boy while he was down. Wells flew back, stumbling, but managed to jump up and send a good'en to Murphy's nose. Robin watched the scrap. She wasn't sure if she should stop it. Robin didn't like Wells Jaha, but she knew Murphy could be ruthless — especially when it came to a fist fight. She was torn; her eyes flickered back and forth, following punches, heart in her throat.

   Eventually Wells overpowered Murphy, wrestling him to the dirt with ease. Robin was a bit impressed.

    "Don't you see you can control this?" Wells panted at Bellamy.

   Bellamy looked as though he were contemplating it. It was much too late when Murphy pulled out the knife of dropship metal she'd given him the night prior. He seethed; "You're dead!"

    "John!" Robin stopped him from lunging.

    "Wait," Bellamy followed her.

   He glanced between the panting boys and rose a brow, dropping a knife between them. Robin didn't recall him getting one, but she supposed he must have scared another teen into being given it, or he grabbed it from the pile that she had tossed over the side of the dropship that morning. Bit reckless, but Robin wasn't bothered. It was starting to cramp her space, up there. Nonetheless, she stared at him incredulously — it wasn't as if Robin was much a stranger to fights and violence. She was always getting into scuffs when she was younger, and Robin had taken down a fair share of members of the guard when making a getaway. But she wasn't about to send a message to these kids that they could brawl whenever they wanted.

    "Fair fight," he nodded to Wells, blankly.

    "No! No fair fights," Robin pushed Murphy aside as Wells went for the knife, anxiously. She shook her head, "Drop it, Jaha."

    "C'mon, hood." Murphy threw his arms out, causing a murmur to dance through the teenagers. He watched her shift, glaring hard at him. Bellamy quirked a brow as Murphy hummed, "Why don't you do it? You always fought for us, on the ark. Wanna fight for us, down here?"

    "I'm not fighting," she said.

    "I thought you would have wanted to come at me with a knife, after what I did."

   Robin felt her body stiffen at Wells' words.

    "Don't you wanna try? You say you fought against my father in defence of the people," Wells almost taunted her. "Whats stopping you from fighting me, now?"

    "Don't tempt me, chancellor." Robin said over her shoulder with her teeth grit. Another murmur travelled through the crowd; they watched in anticipation. They knew who she was. Most knew her, at least. Some just thought she got banged up for fighting. "'Cause you really don't wanna get further on my bad side," she threatened. "We'll have problems, Jaha. You'll regret it."

    "Call ya'self the hood?"

   That was the last straw. An anger rose through her, warming her from head to toe, and her fists clenched at her sides. Robin was an empty shell sometimes, but she was incredibly easy to provoke if it was the chancellor's son doing all the provoking. It was like poking the bear.

   At least, that was what Wells learned.

   Robin swung around before anyone could stop her and snatched the knife from Murphy's hands, swiping at Wells and catching his arm in one fluid movement. She shoved him over, sending the boy toppling to the ground, clinching at his arm while she stood above with fire in her eyes. He scooted back when she waved the knife at him, and he wondered whether she was actually going to kill him; a large part of Wells wished he hadn't said anything, but he had. It was his fault, it was on him.

    "Ya wanna go, Jaha?" She shrieked, "Let's go!"

   The crowd cheered.

   He shrunk back, wide eyed. Just as she was about to pounce, two hands slipped under her armpits and she was lifted in the air, back hitting a toned chest. Robin kicked her legs and bucked about.

    "Cool it, soldier!" Bellamy's voice was gruff and his grip on her was tight.

"Get off! Let me go, asshole!" She huffed and screamed. A lot of the teenagers backed away nervously as Bellamy carried Robin towards them, trying to put distance between her and Jaha. Robin slipped from his hold momentarily and lunged at Wells again, but Bellamy grabbed her as a voice came through the clearing.

"Enough!"

Clarke Griffin.

"What are you doing?" Clarke yelled.

"Back off, princess!" Robin shot back as Clarke headed towards them, looking angry and quite muddy. She sent Robin a glare that Robin returned easily, and the blonde girl stepped back an inch. It filled Robin with pleasure, "Don't mess with me!"

"Calm!" Bellamy's voice was close to her ear.

"Get off!" Robin spat, finally being able to shove him off. When he reached out again she pointed the knife at him, making him roll his eyes and step back.

While rolling his eyes, he caught sight of a limping brunette who was being helped by Monty. "Octavia!"

He rushed over and lifted her over a log, and Robin narrowed her eyes — she was limping, and there was a crimson stain on her pants, and dirt on her face. Bellamy asked if she was okay, softer than anyone else had heard him be, his hand on her lower back to hold her close. Pushing past Clarke and bumping her shoulder on the way, Robin headed towards Monty, who looked like he'd seen a ghost. Finn didn't look much better and Robin rose a brow upon realising that they were lacking someone. She thought, wasn't there a fifth kid? With the goggles? It was strange that they'd come back down a person, and her brain tried to decide why that could be.

"Hey— Monty," she said.

"Robin—"

"What's wrong, farm boy?" He didn't crack a smile, and Robin got worried. "Woah, hey— what happened? Where's the food?"

Finn sat down on a log, "We didn't make it to Mount Weather."

"What the hell happened, out there?" Bellamy demanded. It was clear that he was agitated. After all, his sister had gone out there in favour of getting supplies and she had come back injured. Robin's response would have been bitterness, too. If she had a sibling, that is. She didn't.

"We were attacked," Clarke chewed her lip.

"Attacked? By what?"

"Not what," Finn sighed. "Who. It turns out, when the last man from the ground died on the ark, he wasn't the last grounder." She had never thought spacewalker would look so scared.

"It's true," confirming the whispers through the crowd of teens, trying to keep a confident face when she just wanted to cry, Clarke nodded her head. Clarke sighed, "Everything we thought we knew about the ground is wrong. There are people here, survivors." More whispers from the delinquents. Clarke tried to remain hopeful, but it was hard to do it, "The good news is, that means we can survive. Radiation won't kill us."

    "Bad news is the grounders will."

   Wells peered around, "Where's the kid with the goggles?"

    "Jasper was hit," Clarke said. "They took him."

    "Jesus..." Robin muttered, placing a soft hand on Monty's arm. She wasn't a good comforter, but he still sent her a smile. It was an awful attempt at one, though she couldn't expect much more than that.

    "Where's your wristband?" Panicked, and disappointed, Clarke snatched Well's wrist into her hand and shoved his sleeve up.

    "Ask them."

   Robin sent Wells a nasty look when he grouped her in with their leader and his minions. She hadn't been the one taking wristbands from other campers. In fact, Robin wanted to keep hers. It wasn't her fault that Bellamy had jumped him in the night — at least, she was guessing that was what happened. Wells wouldn't have taken it off willingly. Sure, Robin hadn't tried to stop them in the process of it all, but was it any of her business? She had been trying to find a way of getting power and contacting the ark. Bellamy Blake had a desire to get rid of the wristbands? That was his deal. Robin didn't care enough to stop them.

    "How many?"

    "Twenty-four and counting," Murphy smirked.

    "You idiots! Life support on the ark is failing! That's why they brought us down here. They need to know whether the ground is survivable again, and we need their help against whoever is out there. If you take off your wristbands, you're not just killing them. You're killing us!"

    "We're stronger than you think!" Bellamy butted in to take the floor again, "Don't listen to her. She's one of the privileged. And if they come down, she'll have it good. How many of you can say the same?" There was a silence, "We can take care of ourselves. That wristband on your arm? It makes you a prisoner." He circled them with a strong face, "We are not prisoners, anymore! They say they'll forgive your crimes. I say you're not criminals!" He bellowed, "You are fighters, survivors! The grounders should worry about us!"

    "Yeah!"

   Robin pursed her lips as she watched the chaos unfold, and then looked at Wells. Surprisingly, Jaha was already looking at her. Still clutching his arm, still with something in his eyes... anger? Or, was it disappointment? She couldn't tell. Robin raised her brow and he looked away. What a fuckin' pussy.

 
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