MCA #5, Late Tuesday Morning

[electrocynic]

Sarah had no recollection of at any point during her stay in London having neither bought nor packed what was most aptly described as a small mountain of bags of crisps. And yet here they were, tumbling out of the bag she hadn't really bothered to unpack until now

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[fearisdeath]

Bellamy wasn't in a very good mood today. It'd taken a while but he'd finally realized that Clarke wasn't around anymore and he was selfishly angry that she'd gotten to get off his island and he hadn't.

On his way downstairs to get out of his apartment, he passed one of the apartments whose occupant he knew and decided to be a bastard by giving it a kick as he passed.

He continued down the hall but stopped before leaving, just checking to see if she'd open the door.

[electrocynic]

She did. But only because that wasn't unheard of as a way of asking for permission to enter 'round this part of the MCA. Mostly because this stretch of hall was occupied by Sarah on one side and Atton on the other.

So she pried herself off the couch, pack of crips still in hand, and made it to the door to peer outside.

"Oh. It's you."

He... probably had a name, right? Probably. Just not one she actually knew.

[fearisdeath]

"You don't even know my name, do you?" Bellamy asked, crossing his arms and leaning against the corridor's wall. "Painful."

[electrocynic]

"'S not like you know mine, either," Sarah retorted, leaning just slightly against the door frame. "Besides, I know where you live. That's something."