𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀
[ female ]..[ 16 ]..[ demi/heterosexual ]..[ medjack keeper ]..[ location: maze entrance ]..[ mentions: alastair, kade, bree, newt ]..[ tags: open ]..────────────────────────────────────────Things were spinning intensely, as if she was the eye of the hurricane, the quiet amidst the chaos. Alastair had spoken, Emma was able to register that, but his words died off before they could properly reach her, even despite the fact that he was so close. Hands tightly gripping Kade's and Bree's, Emma found herself clutching for dear life, as if they were the support she currently required to keep her upright. She was going to be sick. Dots were swarming her vision, like little ants had found their way to her eyes, and she gently swayed from side-to-side. Or maybe she didn't, but it certainly felt like it. Closing her eyes, she allowed her head to dip forward ever-so-slightly, chin tucking in towards her chest, to ease the unsettled fluids inside of her. The last thing she needed was to vomit all over the place, especially not in front of all these Gladers.
Thankfully, the Med-Jack didn't have to answer Bree's verval ponders, because an accented voice grasped the majority of the attention at that very moment. The near-silence that swept across the crowd, as if the wind had damaged each and every vocal cord in the process of its journey, and it was like music to Emma's ears. The lack of chatter, excitement, and whatever else eased her anguished mind a bit. Suddenly, she didn't feel so claustrophobic. Letting go of the two hands, she wiped her own against the material of her pants, then crouched down to regain her breath. In.... and out....
She didn't fade out of consciousness, but a loud buzzing noise had entered her body, blocking out any other sound imaginable. For a moment longer, Emma remained crouched, eyes closed, head low, her knuckle resting gently against the stones to ensure her that she wouldn't topple over. Her senses only just became to clear when Newt began speaking of an escape route. Swallowing hard, Emma stood back up, keeping a hand on her stomach. There was no time to turn back and grab some meds. She'd have to do with an upset stomach for awhile longer.
Although she hadn't heard the exact words spoken in regards to a Second-in-Command, she did catch onto Lee's comment towards Bree. A request, more or less. And through it all, Emma couldn't seem to bring up the joy she knew was inside of her for her dearest friend. Instead, she noticed hot tears had begun to race down her cheeks, and silent sobs shook her shoulders. Determined not to let anyone see, for the last thing she needed was forced sympathy over an issue that was nothing more than a stupid one of her own, she brought her hand up and wiped the tears away as quickly as she could, in a somewhat panicked manner.
Stop crying. What is wrong
with you? She knew it wasn't because she was upset that Bree was appointed. As far as she was aware, she wasn't jealous, either; the thought of being in charge like that hadn't even really crossed her mind. She supposed it would have been nice, absolutely, but... Her mind flashed back to Minho and Alby, and more tears began to dribble down. Emma hadn't even considered Newt to be the leader, spoken in the nicest way possible. Though he'd taken charge, and although Emma knew it was permanent, despite telling herself and everyone else it was temporary, something about leaving Alby and Minho behind whilst still alive and suffering pained her. A lot. To a degree, in fact, where, once again, she found herself doubling-over, just in case. Her head was swaying gently; not quite a full head-shake, but a sign of sorrow, distress. It was all so
real now. Change, the thing she feared the most, had come hurdling at them without a hint of a warning, and she wasn't sure she could take it.
She wasn't sure she had much of a choice, the girl knew, for without fully realizing her legs were moving, she was able to note that she was indeed moving with the rest of the crowd towards the exit. And it was terrifying.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━
𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐘𝐍
[ female ]..[ 18 ]..[ bisexual ]..[ runner ]..[ location: maze entrance -> main corridor ]..[ mentions: idunn, bree, tags ]..[ tags: ryuu, newt ]..────────────────────────────────────────"Grand," Emersyn drawled, clapping her hands once in fake enthusiasm. Not a hint of a smile showed on her features now. Tucking her hands lazily in the slips of her runner harness, she trailed behind Newt, her pace idol, uncoordinated. Emersyn wasn't nearly as worried as she supposed she should have been. Perhaps it was because she had come to the conclusion very long ago that regardless of what happened, she was going to die one way or another, and it was going to have some sort of connection to the Gladers and their location. She wasn't worried. She'd managed to set her own eyes on that object that would lead them elsewhere (at this rate, she didn't even care where), and that was enough convincing for her. In all honesty, she was surprised Newt hadn't asked her more questions regarding the topic. Her negatively was nothing new to anyone; for all he knew, she could have been lying about the whole thing. She wasn't, obviously, but that was besides the point.
Her dark eyes swivelled back around towards Ryuu, who was muttering about who-knows-what. She quirked a brow.
"Seems that fire's going to have to wait now," she grumbled, crossing her arms, shoe tapping somewhat impatiently against the dusty floor.
"Wherever we go next, though. Gotta make an entrance somehow." She glanced back at the crowd, gaze narrowing in on the Greenie, scoffing at the way Hani was wrapped around- quite literally, for a second- the stranger.
"Gives me know-it-all energy," she returned.
"The type who plays innocent to get everyone to like her, y'know? She jumped into the Maze because her 'curiosity got to the better of her' and she was 'worried.' Look, I know you do stuff and whatever, but even you're smart enough to know not to run in there." A roll of her eyes followed at that, and she looked away once again.
If she wasn't so exhausted from their trip, Emersyn believed she may have even found herself a bit offended by Ryuu's comment regarding the Runners and their recent discovery. She knew it was only sarcasm, a thing said just to get at her, but her job was the only thing she could get recognized for, the only thing that really spoke for her true person, and knowing she'd failed at that for so long, too, was a bit of a blow to the head. Thankfully, Newt had begun to talk about their escape, so she was allowed to steer her mind away from what was said.
For whatever weird reason, she found herself feeling a bit hot when Bree was appointed Second-in-Command. Emersyn didn't dislike the Slicer, but something struck her. An odd feeling swooshed over her upon visualizing the girl working closely alongside Newt.
Ew.... Stop that. She shuttered, a bit physically, at that thought. Feelings were gross, she had better things to worry about than that. She was ever-so-thankful when they were given the unofficial go-ahead to enter the Maze, granting her mind the ability to focus somewhere else and
not on some stupid little obsession or whatever one could consider it. Brushing past the others, keeping her gaze straight ahead, determined to show that not a single thing was bothering her, Emersyn took off in a stroll towards the open doors. She was completely unfazed as she walked towards the dark dreary corridor, both mentally and physically. She had no regrets entering the Maze, too; she honestly felt more comfortable being in here than in the Glade. Picking up into a jog, unsure if any of the other Gladers would actually follow right away or not, she kept her pace at ease and steadily descended down the corridor. Near the end, the Runner stopped, letting out a breathy sigh before turning to lean her back against the hanging vines, waiting for the others to catch up.
━━━━━━━━━━━━━
𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎
[ male ]..[ 18 ]..[ bisexual ]..[ trackhoe ]..[ location: maze entrance ]..[ mentions: khalil, kennedy, tags ]..[ tags: bree ]..────────────────────────────────────────Draco had given up searching for Khalil. It was stupid enough, wishing to see the boy when in a group of, well, everyone. What would he even say? Do? Come to think of it, Draco wasn't sure he trusted himself, seeing someone who meant a lot to him whilst in such a vulnerable state. Things could go wrong so soon. Bree was the one person who knew about his troubles. She hadn't judged him when he said that although he knew he was free,
they were still watching through the cameras. The Beetle Blades. Oddly enough, Draco realized, not a single one was around. What was happening over there? Surely if they'd been the one to reveal the door then they'd want to watch the reactions, no? He couldn't really question it, but it was very strange.
He glanced back at Bree, unaware that his hand was already reaching up to wipe the tear away from her face.
"It'll be all right," he found himself echoing in a voice so calm it startled even himself. It pained him to hear her soft "I promise." He knew better. He knew what he had to do. And yet, he did nothing more than shoot her the tiniest of smiles, the type that failed to reach his eyes. The moment Bree's eyes flitted elsewhere, Draco allowed himself to breathe. He couldn't find Nagini, but he was able to spot Kennedy. He offered her a similar smile to the one he'd shot Bree; small, barely visible, the type that was desperate for hope.
He felt his stomach churn when Newt announced a Second-in-Command. Was now the best time for that? It made him sick to realize none of these Gladers knew what was going to hit them. They had no idea what those Grievers could do. Would they even
have a Second-in-Command by the end of this all? It pained him to think such a harsh thought, but it was an honest question, one that had to be addressed. How many were going to make it out? Draco didn't want to go, he really didn't want to have to start the new chapter of his life, but the eagerness from the Gladers as they pushed forward did not allow him to retreat back. Awkwardly, he stumbled along with their steps until he caught himself. His pace was slow, hesitant, but he was moving. They couldn't turn back now.