❁ 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐇𝐄𝐌
[ female ]..[ 16 ]..[ bisexual ]..[ cook ]..[ location: kitchen -> the box]..[ mentions: tags]..[ tags: gaia, kai, ryuu ]..────────────────────────────────────────Mayhem hummed an unnamed tune as she contentedly swiped the old rag in her hand alongside the corner of the last plate. Frypan was kind to her when he offered her a spot in the kitchen, she knew that much. That wasn't to say May wasn't a good cook, but... She got distracted easily, to say the least. Her naive little mind had bigger dreams than spending hours and hours in an overly hot kitchen. She'd had an absolute blast a few months ago, back when she'd requested some baking supplies and her wish was granted. Back then, nobody could get her to leave the kitchen. But the following month, nothing delightful had arrived, and Mayhem knew it was a one-time thing. It was disappointing, but it was the highlight of her Glade time. Now, she was back to cooking bland, over-cooked food and drying dirty dishes. May didn't mind it, of course, she knew she was helping out and that was enough to make her happy, but she did long to be outside, running around and twirling in the long grasses.
That was a fantasy she couldn't ever truly unravel.
Just as she was reaching up to put the now-clean plate away, the Box alarm began to screech, and May's reflects, which didn't often react on time, caused her other hand to shoot out before the plate shattered. She nearly tossed it on the counter, though, stars in her eyes as she stared in awe at the center of the Glade.
"Gaia!" she squeezed excitedly, giving the Cook's sleeve a gentle tug in case her mind was elsewhere, if at all possible, given the obnoxious noise around them.
"Gaia, the Greenie is here! C'mon, c'mon!" She shot the girl an excited grin, the type that made her cheeks look extra round, then hurried out of the kitchen. Her legs, which were short but efficient, carried her with ease across the fields. Eventually, she made it to the Box, thankfully just before the group turned into something large and uncontrollable.
It was difficult to get a good glimpse of the figure in the Box, considering the fact that the large, metal top was still covering the inside. She could see dark hair, pale skin, and figured it was a male, but that was all she was getting for the time being. Standing up straight, her chocolate brown eyes skimmed over the faces, settling on Ryuu, whose expression was the total opposite of hers. Still, this didn't discourage her. She motioned to him quickly, then towards the closed doors.
"Ryuu, help me out please!" she cried, her tone begging, though not necessarily desperate. She tapped the tips of her shoes together anxiously, then crouched lower, small hands curling around the handle of the door closed to her person.
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☁ 𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀
[ female ]..[ 17 ]..[ bisexual ]..[ runner ]..[ location: maze ]..[ mentions: jaemin]..[ tags: OPEN ]..────────────────────────────────────────Amelia's breath came out in shallow pants as she trotted down the slim path of the current corridor, emerald-green eyes focused intently into the shadows up ahead. She didn't have a solid idea of what it was she was after, just that she was running in the direction that was not leading her to the exit into the Glade. Minho was way up ahead, most likely in his own world, as per usual, and she didn't know where the other Runners went. Minho often had a thing about making them split up, but Amelia had zoned out when he first called them in for a meeting. As she usually did. Most mornings, she was a grump, and she wasn't even going to not admit to it. She hated waking up early, though she did like the feeling of an early-morning run. Most days, that was. Some days it was nearly impossible to even drag herself out of her hammock. Lucky for her, she had enough energy to push through so far. It wasn't sunshine and rainbows for her, but she was doing alright. A settled neutral.
Her eyes flickered to her right for a brief second, only just catching sight of Jaemin, one of the only Runners she really talked to. One of the only Gladers she really talked to, more or less. It wasn't that Amelia didn't dislike anyone there, but she had troubles connecting on a personal level. Her stupid, insecure mind ended up overthinking everything, and five minutes in, she usually managed to convince herself that the person she was speaking with hated her. It was awful.
Although Amelia did like Jaemin, she didn't speak to him directly at that time. A side-glance was enough for him to know that she was already exhausted. She was impatient, too; how much longer was it going to be before they found something significant? She wasn't sure how many more days she could go on without even a pinch of change.
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❝ 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎
[ male ]..[ 18 ]..[ demi/bisexual ]..[ builder ]..[ location: gardens]..[ mentions: kai, tag]..[ tags: nagini ]..────────────────────────────────────────Draco hated mornings. There was no way to sugar coat his glumness, the scowl on his face as he awoke to the sound of shuffling shoes. The Gladers were never generous to those sleeping in the morning. He was almost positive the Runners purposely banged the door shut to stir the rest of them, and nobody knew what the word "quiet" was. He had always been a light sleeper, too, so once he was up, that was the end for him. So, grumbling under his breath, he pushed himself up, rubbed his eyes, lazily combed his stubborn curls, then exited the Homestead to begin his day.
The days always consisted of the same routine. Wake up, work until you are hungry, get something to eat, work until dawn, go to sleep. It was boring, really, but Draco supposed he couldn't do much about it. He also figured it could have been a lot worse... Nothing ever exciting happened around here, but he didn't really want to get himself involved in anything stupid anyway, so that was fine by him. He just did his thing and life was great. The last thing he wanted was an interruption.
And an interruption was exactly what he got. Halfway through hammering in a nail, the alarm sounded. The Box had arrived. Was it already that time? Draco knew a few people kept track, but after three months of living in the Glade, he had given up. If anything, he'd figure he'd remember this with ease, given his scenario, but apparently not. It didn't matter, though; the Box and the Greenie were the same every single month. Draco rarely went over there. The Gladers crowded around excitedly like it was a new invention they had never seen, and he got claustrophobic. The Greenie would make its way around eventually.
Setting down his hammer, though, Draco still found himself standing up. However, his dark eyes did not linger on the excitement around the middle of the Glade, but Nagini, one of his few official friends. Her face was grim, filled with concentration, and his lips twitched into the tiniest of smiles.
"Wonder what kind of shank we got this month, hey?" he called to her with the smallest of eye rolls before pointing towards the gatherers.
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♢ 𝐒𝐀𝐄𝐄𝐃
[ male ]..[ 18 ]..[ heterosexual ]..[ trackhoe ]..[ location: gardens -> medhut ]..[ mentions: kai, tag]..[ tags: wysteria ]..────────────────────────────────────────The sun was warm and inviting that particular day. Saeed knew the heat bothered a lot of the Gladers, for its enraging temperatures made it difficult to work smoothly through, but he quite enjoyed the warmth. It was comforting, a way to remind him that life was beautiful, even despite the dreadful side effects that came with being a Glader. That, of course, ranged from anything like catching a minor cold to their worst nightmares behind the walls of the Maze, the ones that screeched and cried in the depts of the dark night. Saeed tried his best to remain on the positive side of things, even though he wasn't nearly as chirpy and bubbly about it as someone like, for example, Mayhem, who never went a day without smiling. Thinking negative thoughts simply wished to bring him down and drag him through the mud, and that would only make the days harder to pass through. So he just didn't. For the most part, anyway.
He couldn't imagine coming up with glum thoughts on a day like today, anyway. With the gentle whispers of the wind and beaming sunshine, it was pretty much perfect. Things were quiet, too. Draco, one of the Builders, was working on the other side of the fields, doing some repairs to the fences, and Nagini was closer to him than she was to Saeed. V hadn't really made much of an appearance, which had momentarily worried Saeed. Though the pretty blonde liked keeping her distance, Saeed still worried. He still cared. Perhaps that happened a bit too much; everyone had their off days and he needed to learn that that was okay. And yet, despite telling him this, there was still a small burning in his chest.
Shrugging that thought off, though, Saeed returned to the herbs in front of him. He knew little about which were beneficial for the Med-Jacks and which weren't, so he often just plucked them all and gave whatever that didn't work for the medics to the Cooks, and if
that didn't work, then the farm animals. It never went to waste. Rising, Saeed flipped the basket lid shut, then turned and headed towards the Med-Hut, sending a wave in Wysteria's direction as he edged closer.
"Hey," he greeted, tone rising in pitch to confirm that the word was indeed spoken in a friendly manner.
"I brought you some herbs. Same old, not sure what's good for you and what's not but..." His voice trailed off and he sent her a sheepish smile. He barely heard the blaring alarm, strangely enough, but the moment of silence between them granted his ears access to the sound. His smile faltered as he grew concentrated on something else. Intrigued, Saeed glanced over his shoulder, then back at Wynn.
"I guess it's that time again!"