M̶ A̶ V̶ E̶ R̶. I̶ C̶ K̶▲ tagged; alone | at; kitchen line
mood; curious and unsure
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mood; curious and unsure
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- ▲ Maverick always had trouble sleeping. His internal clock would wake him up at dawn, or it was supposed to at least. When he had gotten here, it was messed up, as he had no sun to actually wake up to, and the timezone was completely different. It was always iffy on what time he wakes up, and today was no different. He woke up an hour before anyone else in his house. Once woken up he could never fall back asleep, he tries anyway. The only thing that comes out of it is him staring at the ceiling, and tossing around in bed. Getting up, he rubbed his eyes and ran a hand through his hair, yawning. While he was up, he might as well do something, so he grabbed his housemates' tags and headed out the door. He cracked his knuckles as he walked toward the kitchen. A bit later, while in line the familiar voice of Endellian came on the speakers. Boy, was he glad he didn't have enhanced hearing otherwise he would have lost more than half of it by now. Listening to what she had to say his heart raced. He wasn't sure if this was a trick or not, but it was a chance to get out of the stupid dome. He was handed the food for his house and he headed back home. Passing by one of the posters, he took a small strip of paper that had the address of where they needed to go and pocketed it.
After reaching his house he passed out the food and sat down, eating his own. Taking out the small piece of paper, he stared at it. He had nothing to lose except his life. It could be a chance to fly again, and for him the risk was worth it. So once he finished eating, he left the house and toward the place they needed to go.


