𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀
[ female ]..[ 16 ]..[ demi/heterosexual ]..[ medjack keeper ]..[ location: bloodhouse -> maze entrance ]..[ mentions: bree, tags ]..[ tags: kade, alastair ]..
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Chatting with Kade really did make the Med-Jack Keeper feel better. Often, Emma knew when she fell into one of her deep holes, she found herself with a tight throat and a weakening amount of strength when it came to holding back tears. Today? Right now? She was doing all right. Perhaps something had struck her when she was in the Med-Hut, or maybe she just needed a change of scenery. Mind you, the Bloodhouse was not the first place Emma would skip over to, but that was besides the point. Chatting with an old friend for the first time in so long was a nice change for her.
Her hazel eyes flitted to Kade's right, noting Bree was leaving her area of work. Bree was her best friend, without a doubt. She adored Romi and Sarah and Alex, but Bree was always on her mind first. She raised her hand and waved, unsure if her friend saw or not. Emma wasn't going to be too offended, anyway; she'd find her later. She found herself tuning back in as a new masculine voice drifted over them.
"Hi, Alastair," she murmured, her tone soft, though not unwelcoming. She peeked at him from over her shoulder, chin nuzzled against it so that her smile was practically hidden, but it was still there. "Done in the Med-Hut? There was a leak in the roof, but I can't remember if I told Sarah about it or not." She shifted her position so that she could peer at the two of them properly. "How's your work been anyway? Busy?"
Strangely enough, despite her focus on the two Builders, she found a buzzing noise was catching her hearing senses, and soon enough, it turned to anxious murmurs. A frown flitted across her fine lips and Emma turned towards the direction of the sound, realizing nearly instantly that some people were pointing at the Maze entrance. Her brows furrowed together, and her head quickly whipped back around towards the two. "Do one of you have a watch, by chance?"
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𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐘𝐍
[ female ]..[ 18 ]..[ bisexual ]..[ runner ]..[ location: exit -> maze entrance ]..[ mentions: tags ]..[ tags: idunn, yvonne, dante ]..
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If Emersyn could roll her eyes in a way to portray her annoyance, she'd be sure her eyes would roll right back into the sockets. The whites of her eyes were definitely showing, she knew that without a doubt. If Idunn was sorry for her actions, she didn't show it well enough for Emersyn to catch it. Or maybe it was just because Emersyn was so frustrated over this. Her. Since when did a Greenie jump into the Glade and think they had all the power to do as they pleased? There were Glade rules for a reason, and it was common sense to follow them. If that wasn't bad enough, she didn't seem the least bit concerned about the snarling Griever in the background. Yes, it was possible Newt hadn't yet shown her the window with the actual Grievers, the ones that would eagerly rip one's head off their body within seconds, but was this not bad enough? Her heart was thundering aggressively against her ribcage. God, she was mad. Under her rage, Emersyn sensed she knew why she was acting the way she was, for it was stirring up memories of her, who Emersyn did not dare talk about aloud anymore, but it was also more than that. Entering the Glade without permission and stating the reason as if she hadn't a clue what the job of a Runner was was beyond stupid. Maybe acceptable for a younger person, but Idunn had to be around Emersyn's age. Maybe she just didn't have much up there. Cobwebs and one brain cell was the vibe Emersyn was getting from it all.
However much Idunn apologized (was it even sincere?), Emersyn chose to let go. The more she engaged, the angrier she would become, and her trembling hands were enough to tell her to stop. Two years ago, she would have had a go with this girl, but she had better things to focus her mind on. Yvonne's gentle voice brought her back in, and she let out a shaky breath, feeling a cooling sensation wash over her as she tuned back into the idea of the door in front of them. The exit. The exit. They were getting out of here, and Emersyn couldn't wait a second longer. She gave an eager nod in Yvonne's direction, turning sharply on her heel, then nodded to Dante, noting her sugar-sweet tone. Her mind had been so busy that she hadn't caught onto the situation behind her but knew Dante had just given Idunn a piece of her mind. Good for her. With that, Emersyn took off in a sprint, not bothering to shoot Idunn another look. That was extra energy the Runner didn't need to waste. Right now, she needed to focus on getting back to the Glade; that was far more important.
She had picked up into a speed that took her so quickly down the adjacent corridors that she felt like she was flying. Or maybe it was just that she was so excited that she couldn't feel anything more than her hammering heart, which was beginning to physically hurt from its fast pace. Her wrist wasn't even bothering her any more, although she didn't doubt that would change the moment her adrenaline, which had spiked up, fluttered back down. Emersyn hadn't felt gleeful in forever. In fact, she couldn't remember ever feeling this joyous. Life was full of misery and depression, and she hadn't believed there would ever be a positive stream waiting to sift through the glum fog. She was so spirited at the moment that for once, she couldn't even try thinking about the negatives, the alternatives if things backfired. She didn't want to.
She had, however, slightly fretted on time, come realizing they had spent a lot more time in the Maze than usual. Emersyn didn't really care much for the other Gladers, but not even she was cruel-hearted enough to wish she was back in the safe hands of the Glade before the other Runners. So, she peeked her gaze over her shoulder, making sure Yvonne, Dante, and Karter were nearby. For a fleeting second, she wondered what had happened to that Griever. Part of her hoped he (she? It?) hadn't attempted to follow them back; that wouldn't go over well with a couple dozen people oblivious to everything that was going on. At the same time, she also worried they wouldn't remember where the exit was located, especially with the changing walls.
She couldn't fret too much over that right now, though. Telling Newt their discovery was her first priority, then mapping was next. Learning the plans could come later.
The moment she was free and away from the stuffy walls, she turned, eyes lingering on the other Runners as she attempted to catch her breath. She shot Yvonne and Dante a smile- a genuine one, though still tight-lipped- before swivelling back around, hands on her hips as she focused on her breathing. Eventually, the right amount of air seemed to return to her lungs, and she felt confident to start up again. Abandoning the room around the entrance, the Runner took off towards the gardens, snapping her finger once close enough to the familiar blond to catch his attention.
"Hey," she called out to him with a slight tip of her head, back still turned to the walls, oblivious to what was happening with the doors, "Newt, you got a second? We've got something exciting to share."
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𝐋𝐄𝐄
[ male ]..[ 18 ]..[ heterosexual ]..[ builder ]..[ location: gardens -> maze entrance ]..[ mentions: tags, idunn, romi, khalil ]..[ tags: wysteria, dante ]..
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Wysteria was thinking. Her lips were pressed together in concentration and her brows were furrowed. Lee didn't pick up on cues like so very often, but it was easy to read Wysteria. In fact, some could say she was almost like an open book with her expressions, especially because her words did not give away much. Maybe that was the reason Lee had picked up on something like a ghostly frown and narrowed eyes. Furthermore, there was no way in hell that plant in front of her was interesting as she was making it look to be. Her mind was definitely elsewhere.
Much like a child, he sat criss-cross and traced his pinky finger in the soil as he waited for her to fumble up some words, then grabbed a thin twig and began drawing shapes. Glancing at a patch of flowers nearby, he reached over and plucked a gentle yellow-coloured one, twirling it around in his hands, ears alert for Wynn's voice. Eventually, she did come up with something. "You gotta loosen up a bit, Wynn," he told her playfully. He knew where she was coming from, and she obviously had a point, since fooling off did nobody any good, but some fun and games here and there did them often helped soothe the tension in the air, clearing it like it was mist blocking their paths. It was always the Med-Jacks that ushered off to the side. They were all so tense all the time.
His eyes widened at her mild suggestion, and he sat upright, brows shooting up. "Not even I'm that stupid," he told her. His voice quivered slightly with laughter, and although his choice of words was a bit more on the harsh side, some could say, he had truth behind them. He'd seen Banishment, and other sorts of punishment, and he was quite happy being Free Lee. He wondered if anything would happen to Idunn. Newt was pretty relaxed on letting out-of-line actions go, and with Alby out of the picture, it was hard to tell if anything was going to happen.
He nearly flinched as she stuck out her hand, as if worried she'd strike him, then glanced down at her palm before giving her the "are you serious?" look. Wynn wasn't short, but she was delicate, and he knew- and was sure she did, too- that there was no way arms like those would successfully pull up a Builder his size. So, grinning wickedly, he slapped her hand, giving her a high five, then rose to his full height. Shrugging, he swung his arms lightly as he looked around. "Nothing, I guess," Lee told her a moment later. "I'm not going in there, you're not going in there, so all we have to do is wait and hope she's fast enough to make it back in time." Covering his eyes, he looked up, then back at her. "Runners should be arriving at any moment now, anyway. C'mon, I'm sure she'll come trotting back in any second now."
In a slow pace, Lee started up towards the doors, just as the Runners were running back in. Oddly enough, the doors didn't slam shut behind them. Maybe they were early? It was so hard to tell time. However, between the time it took Lee to stand and Lee to get over to the doors, he realized they were still open. His eyes skimmed the crowd, and even despite the fact that his mind was worried over what was happening with the seemingly locked doors, he still couldn't help but search for Dante. He found her easily, her petite frame smudged into the picture of anxious Gladers. Near the other Runners, near Idunn. Lee's eyes dimmed and his smile dropped. He had a feeling that it would be he who would get in trouble for her careless act. It was a pretty stupid thing to do anyway; that wasn't even something Lee had ever considered doing. He didn't let his unimpressed gaze linger on her for too long, for Dante was within eyesight and she was quickly grasping his attention. The grin returning to his lips, Lee started over there, pausing momentarily to slip around Romi and Khalil. "Sorry guys," he told him in a rather eager tone. "Just gotta get to my girlfriend." That G-word made him chuckle, a giggle-like noise, and he continued down his route, shuffling behind her and swooping his arms around her frame the moment she was close enough to him. "This doesn't look good, hey?" he murmured into her hair, gently brushing some strands off of her neck before placing the yellow flower in her hair. "Think it's just a bit laggy today? This hasn't happened before."
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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎
[ male ]..[ 18 ]..[ bisexual ]..[ trackhoe ]..[ location: kitchen -> maze entrance ]..[ mentions: bronwyn, khalil ]..[ tags: bree ]..
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Walking silently, Draco made his way over to the kitchen. Obviously Bronwyn wasn't inside the building, and it seemed Gaia wasn't either. Hani was, however, but he was evidently in a private conversation with Kassandra near the back of the kitchen, near the ovens. That was fine with Draco, in all honesty. He didn't have much to say, anyway. Quietly, he set the basket of fruits down by one of the piles of cleaned dishes, then grabbed a napkin. Grabbing the chalk pen from his back pocket, he shook it once, then messily scribbled down a note so the Cooks would know what exactly was in the mysterious basket. Setting the napkin atop the basket, Draco tucked away the writing material, then turned and shuffled out of the kitchen, head down, as if that was a way to ensure himself that nobody would catch sight of him.
Tucking his hands into his pockets, strolling in a casual manner, Draco kept his dark eyes low to the ground, only occasionally skimming over the greens to make sure he wasn't going to bump into anything, a person or an object. His mind wandered back to cheery, naive little Bronwyn, whose grin was so bright it was easily competition to the brightness of the midmorning sunshine. Why he'd chosen to pop up alongside Draco, who found himself in a fairly miserable mood, he wasn't too sure but... Did he like it? He supposed it was a nice change from his typical crowd, who consisted of nobody. Nagini. Khalil. So, two people, and he did like them both, but his day-to-day activities usually consisted of him and nobody else. Him and his grumpy mind.
He had a reason to live in brief misery, no? He knew every day meant the Runners were getting closer to the exit, and he wasn't ready. He wasn't ready to face the company, and them. He supposed he was most worried about Khalil. They didn't even have anything going on, right? Apart from the needy moments here and there, it meant nothing... For whatever reason, that couldn't quite convince him. What worried him more was the fact that he liked Khalil. He liked Khalil a lot, and that was troubling, especially since they were so close. That made him feel sick, going down that path. He couldn't face them again. He wouldn't do it.
Draco was so caught up in his thoughts that he hadn't even realized Bree had approached him until her gentle voice rang out, making him leap in surprise. "Hey," he echoed a moment later, noting the unintentional dryness in his tone compared to hers. Hands still in his pockets, he gave a small shrug, a silent way of telling her that he was neither okay nor not. "How's your day been?" He glanced at her, then crinkled his nose. "You smell awful."
He what was going letwith the doors until he passed a Glader who let out a sharp gasp. Shooting a quizzing frown her way, he couldn't help but follow her awed gaze, eyes settling on the rapidly growing crowd.
And his heart dropped to his stomach.
He hadn't realized it before, but it had gotten a lot darker than he'd expected. The Runners had returned, and he knew this was not good. This was not good at all. "Ohhh no, " he hissed under his breath, sneaking the tineist of glances in Bree's direction before breaking into a gentle jog in the direction of the frozen doors. Around him, cries were striking the air, equivalent to the Grievers' howels. Strangely enough, Draco found his gaze flashing towards Karter, concern visible in his features.
This was it. This was the end for them.
