Maze Runner (V2 RP Play!)

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Newt | Leader | Tagging: Harlow | Location: Dining Area


Newt frowned, shifting his weight to his back leg. His eyebrows creased. Harlow and Karter were from WCKD. He could deal with that information- barely, after all his anger and frustration with the organization- but the knowledge of memories being hidden...that was a bit much. He tore his gaze away, crossing his arms.

"Researcher?" He asked. So are we...some sort of lab rats now? Just the thought of that being the situation fuelled his anger and made him queasy. They were WCKD's playthings. That was all there was to it. "What're they researchin'?"

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Newt | Leader | Tagging: Harlow | Location: Dining Area


A look of shock spread across Newt's face as she snapped. She thought he was angry with HER? No. That was ridiculous. She was the only one giving him any answers about what linked them to their past, and even more, she was giving him answers to his questions, when he had had none for her own.

The boy held up his hands defensively. "I’m not losin' my temper on you. I’m not mad at YOU," He promised. "It’s just...a more complicated situation than I ever expected, and I never thought that what I’d hear was that we're..." he searched for the right word. "Experiments, I suppose. I don’t blame you, you're just like us. Someone put in a bad situation, possibly manipulated into things," He noted. "I’m mad, but not at you."

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Newt | Leader | Tagging: Harlow | Location: Dining Area


"Doin' us a favour..." Newt wanted to believe that. He wholeheartedly wanted to believe that was the case, but he couldn’t. Not with the howling of the Grievers echoing throughout the Glade every night. "Well..." he offered a weak smile. "Thanks for arguin' for our sake," he told her, half joking, but also half genuine. Subjects. Labels. Nobody should have labels. Did that then make the Gladers themselves hypocrites, for their titles and jobs?

"One way or another, whether or not we can trust Karter, we're gettin' outta this place," he declared. He’d have words with Karter first, of course...assuming the boy didn’t see him coming and just run away. No way Newt could keep up.

His mind processed all the new information, and for a brief moment, Harlow's last word hung in the air. Until. He couldn’t help but wonder, until what? What had happened? Had they been friends, hung out before sent to the Glade?

"Thanks for sharin' what you’re able to," Newt told her, nodding to her in acknowledgement and thanks.

[.Kira Nightblade.]

Kit I Med Jack I Tags: Uciel I Location: Dining Area

Kit gave a resigned nod. "That's true," she said with a slight sigh. She wondered if they would lose any Gladers.. they were bound to, she realized sadly. "Have you ever seen a griever?"

[.Kira Nightblade.]

(OOC: Oh! Somehow missed that, sorry!)

Lucas I Runner I Tags: Juliette

"Yeah, we're finally going to get out of here.. hopefully all of us make it out," he said.
He tilted his head as he studied her, she did not look well. He frowned slightly, "Are you doing okay?" he asked worriedly.
"I was about to say you should maybe visit a Med-Jack but then I remembered.. obviously you are one. But you don't look so good,"

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Uciel | Med-Jack | Tagging: Kit | Location: Glade


"Have I ever seen one? Not personally." Uciel shuddered at the very thought of the horrid, howling creatures that patrolled the Maze. "I’ve heard what they're like from Minho though," he remembered. "I don’t know if he’s exaggerating or not, but I doubt he would on something that terrifies even those who haven’t seen them. I’m not eager to meeting them face to face," he added quickly.


Newt | Leader | Tagging: Harlow | Location: Dining Area


Newt fell silent after that, and his mind wandered, just for a moment. What's waiting for us out there? It can’t possibly be worse than in here, right? At least out in the real world, we won’t be woken up every night by the howls and screams of Grievers, or worry about people not comin' back from the shuck Maze. He deduced.

He wished not for the first time that he had even a scrap of memory of his old life still, but maybe there would be a chance to regain these lost memories? He straightened himself again, forcing the usual confidence onto his face again despite his doubts.

"Just...one last question, and it’s fine if you don’t know. I’m just curious." He bit his lip. "Do you think we have families out there still?"

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Bailey ~ Runner ~ Tags: Caleb

Bailey's breathing was slowly calming down and Bailey was slowly returning back to her normal self. She glanced at Caleb and studied him for a few moments to make sure he was alright. Maybe he did seem a worried, but at a time like this Bailey knew that was completely normal. She shuddered slightly. "Wait... you do? Well, I mean, nothing that has ever been found or discovered has been as real as this" she replied, sifting her head slightly so that she was looking up at Caleb with her dark brown eyes. Bailey relaxed against Caleb and let her mind and eyes wander around the room, skimming over to where Newt was. He looked stressed, same with the runners, but she understood why. Did anyone know where they were going to be led? What if they found out where their families were? Would everyone part ways and never see each other again? Her now panicked gaze shot back towards Caleb. She opened her mouth to say something, but thought against it. She shook her head vigorously as if to forget her thoughts.

Caleb always had a way with calming her down. She had never realised this before, but now that they spent more time together, she realised that he also made her feel safe. "If our families are... gone, where do we even go? What if some of them don't even want their children back?" she mumbled and her eyes fixated on her feet. What if some of them don't even want us back? she thought, yawning slightly. It was rather cold outside, but Caleb kept Bailey warm along with being close to all of the other Gladers. The mixture of all of their conversations was loud and steady, a common tension seemingly the topic of all their conversations. She picked up Caleb's hand and gently kissed the back of it before she placed it back down. "I just hope that we are all able to have a chance at a normal life after this. But I think we all know that isn't true" she admitted sheepishly.

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Newt | Leader | Tagging: Harlow | Location: Dining Area


Being able to hold a conversation with Harlow, Newt found, had never been an easy thing, making a deal with her, proposed by her? He wouldn’t have thought of it. He wouldn’t deny it though, especially if it meant there was a chance they could reconnect with families and even friends from the outside world. He knew he asked a lot of questions, put her on the spot in a number of ways all at once, and regretted that, but he had felt close to answers, and she’d been able to provide more information than they’d gathered in three years, all in one conversation.

"We will," he promised, and he was absolutely certain of it. They had quite a number of able people, and he’d ordered everyone to equip themselves. "We'll get outta this place and back to...wherever we belong. That’s what we've worked towards, and that’s what we'll get." He hadn’t expected his family to be waiting on the other side of the Maze, but for a brief moment, it had been a nice thought. There was still far more work to be done though, he knew.

On the way out tomorrow, the thing he dreaded most was the realization they would probably have to deal with the Grievers. He’d only seen one once in his life, but he wouldn’t forget the dark, bulbous, slimy figure, or the creaking and clanking sounds it made as it moved. He had never had an up-close and personal interaction with one, and he wasn’t looking forward to it. WCKD isn’t about to let us just walk out of here though. The Grievers were created for more than just a thing to scare us or put time pressure on us, I’m sure of it.

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Bailey ~ Runner ~Tags: Caleb

How is he always so calm? Bailey thought to herself, smiling as she admired Caleb's relaxed state. He's so unproblematic, different to a lot of other guys his age she deduced silently, and as sat up slightly to stretch out her back that had grown stiff. She realised that she hadn't done a whole lot of moving that day, different to her day to day schedule. "Is there anything that you want to do? I feel like we are always talking about me, and I'm not complaining, but I just want to make sure that everything is ok with you?" she asked Caleb, shifting her body into an upright position. It seemed like Caleb was worried about others but rarely took time for himself, which was one of the reasons as to why he held a special place in Bailey's heart. She hoped she wasn't pressing him too much or making him uncomfortable, so she returned her gaze back towards the others.

Bailey noticed Caleb had turned her way and she glanced over towards him and met his gaze, her heart dropping slightly. Maybe she WAS beginning to worry him, which was the opposite to what she wanted. She sighed slightly, biting her lip nervously. She must have seemed like a mess, not knowing what she wanted to say, and being so jittery, it couldn't be helping anyone. She put on a smile and eased her facial expression so she didn't look too serious.

"I'm sorry if I'm asking too many questions. I know this isn't easy on you either, and I'm probably not helping by asking you every question that has ever been asked" she chuckled lightly. I just wish I had a chance to at least remember my family What if they are dead? What if I don't even have a family? she fretted silently, but all she could do was smile. "I'll sleep once my thoughts stop running at one thousand miles an hour" she sighed slightly, her heart aching. "Do you need to sleep?" Bailey asked.

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Newt | Leader | Tagging: Harlow | Location: Dining Area


"I am...vaguely familiar. I saw one once, from a distance, not eager to meet those things up close, but it’s either that, or stay stuck in this shuck place forever, and I’d rather risk my life out there than spend the rest of it in here," Newt declared. His face was set with determination, eyebrows angled just slightly down, jaw set, but there was a hopeful light sparkling in his eyes.

It’s not gonna be easy, but I’m sick and tired of waiting. Of sitting around, being watched. We knew we were being watched all along, I’m done. I want to live my own life. For ME, not for anyone else, certainly not for the people who see us as no more than experiments.

"I can’t say I know exactly what we're dealin' with, but I can say that I know each and every person here has their strengths that can be put to good use, and we'll make the most of everything we've got to get outta here."