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(Backstory and A/N: Chloe Moretz is the actress I see when I think about 18yo Azalea. Long wavy strawberry blonde hair, bright emerald green eyes, shes intelligent and persistent when it comes to their struggle for life. Azalea knows nothing about her parents or her origin, her and Bo grew up in a one room compartment close to the med lab. For as long as she can remember Dr. Griffin has always known and tested her abilities, which include telekinesis, healing, intangibility, plant and animal manipulation. Azalea has been known on occasion to see an electric red butterfly that tends to lead her where she needs to be, it's unknown if any one else can see it. The chancellor Jaha sends them down on a specific mission to complete, not because their criminals though the Ark does consider them dangerous. The pairing is Azalea and Bellamy.
Johnny Sequoyah is 10yo Bo, shoulder length honey blonde hair and deep inquisitive brown eyes. Bo is powerful but can be uncontrollable, her powers are more connected to her emotions. Shes very attached to Stanley the stuffed turtle, it being the only thing she had received from her parents. It's known that her father Tate was floated for being a thief and her mother Nina died in child birth. Bo is loyal to Azalea, who has raised and provided for her. Her gifts are telekinesis, empathy, telepathy, precognition and elemental manipulation.
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Azalea's piercing and sharp green eyes brighten as Bo looks up from where Dr. Griffin is finishing putting on a bracelet that will help keep them connected to the Ark. Bo was seeking comfort and Azalea easily complies, her lips forming a deep, reassuring smile paired with a positive nod. This is how the girls usually worked, Bo following Azaleas lead in any situation. Trusting her older companion to navigate them through the murky waters of life on the Ark.
In a few short hours though they'll be leaving the only home they have ever known and going to ground. For the first time in ninety seven years, one hundred lucky humans would walk on earth again. It was the opposite of what Azalea had in mind for a good time but she doesn't bother protesting, this plan was already a done deal.
Azalea draws in a deep breath and tries to relax the worry lines across her face, to replace them with a look of blank acceptance. Her intelligent green eyes move away from Bo to the screen where their vitals are being monitored, she knows the truth though. They were test subjects, if they failed and died it wouldn't matter. The ark would continue on and survive. Just barely though, the cost being a heavy price to pay. She wishes she could shake away the knowledge, shake away these burdens that rest heavily on her shoulders.
"How's your stomach?" The little blonde asks as she sits up straight in the grey chair, her custom red jacket brilliantly colored in the dimly lit lab room. Bo knew Azalea well, knew how her stomach was doing flips as she stood there, arms crossed at her chest and leaning against a wall. Bo had always been able to read her like an open book, push all the right buttons and pick apart any lie Azalea dared to tell her, not that there were many.
"I'm fine, no worries B. So Dr. Griffin, got any advice before we leave?" Azaleas eyes sharpen as they snap to the doctor with an untrusting glare, the feeling of betrayal swells in her chest. Dr. Griffin has been a staple in the girls lives over the years, her influence was not always strictly business but in this moment, Azalea hoped for the women that would be just a doctor. Not the teacher or the person she went to for childish girly questions, she doesn't want to see the motherly side of Abby the women who was helping the Ark put their lives in danger.
Azalea understands that she needs to harness this anger and turn it into cold determination, she needs to put away the pettiness and selfish notions before they hit ground but within this second, she didn't have to be all smiles about what was happening. Azalea swallows down a tight knot in her throat and runs a left hand through her thick, strawberry blonde hair. It won't stay out of her face for long but the idea was nice.
"Find Clarke, she'll know what to do and keep yourselves out of trouble." Dr. Griffin sends a pointed look her way, a warning to keep Bo safe. Azalea didn't need to be told, she had taken care of Bo since the day she'd been released from the med lab. Azalea was eight and Dr. Griffin had been teaching her for months how to take care of babies, to heal and to understand how the body worked. Azalea was smart, she had advanced easily in agriculture, tech, and self defense. She was also well versed in history and maps, her mind storing facts easily.
Azalea was a strategic thinker who found comfort in facts, answers, and technique. She prided herself in being able to hide behind a well practiced mask, one that usually no one could look past. No one but Bo. Azalea had raised Bo, the bright pink skinned baby who was only two weeks old when the guards and Dr. Griffin had moved a crib and baby supplies into her tiny room. They were bonded, their connection going deeper then just a makeshift family. They understood one another in ways no one else could. Azalea and Bo had been born different, never changing throughout the years to bend to normal standards.
"Yeah, sure." She replies doubtfully with a grimace on her face as she bends down to pick up a good sized blue backpack and swing it over her left shoulder. Azalea knew it was unfair to be so passive-aggressive but she was beyond feeling guilt, soon she wasn't going to have to bother playing by the arks rules.
"Alright Bo, your all set up. Remember to keep calm and use your breathing exercises. And please, please... watch what you say and do around the others, try to lay low, I know this is going to be hard but remember we all have a set goal to accomplish." Dr. Griffin smiles tensely at Bo and pats her left cheek.
"She'll be okay, you know. She's resourceful and smart." Bo replies calmly, her young brown eyes searching for a reaction on the doctors face.
"I'm sure Azalea will do great." Dr. Griffin agrees politely while taking a step back.
"I'm talking about Clarke." With that said, Bo pops up out of the chair and picks up her pink back pack. Stanley the stuffed turtle tucked into the crook of Bo's right arm. Azalea smirks proudly, Bo was wise and yet still so innocent, so pure. She worked off of real emotions and followed her own kind heart. The ten year old, who still loved her stuffed animal was comforting a worried mother.
"Put Stanley away, we don't want to lose him during landing." Azalea nods towards the young girls elbow where Stanley's face peeks out and watches as Bo shoves the dark green turtle into her bag and quickly zip it up before putting both straps on her shoulders. Azalea then extends her right hand and Bo takes it without pause having done this motion countless times, they relax in each others close presence. Bo gives Azalea's hand a light squeeze and her brown eyes flick to the door just as two more guards appear. Azalea takes another deep breath and squares her shoulders, it's time.