➤ The Maze Runner rp

[kellybelly1403]

Bree
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(Female) (Seventeen) (Straight) (Second In Command/Slicer) ( Med Room) (Tags: Emma) (Mentions: tags)

Bree watched as her friend stared at her as if she was a stranger, making her body feel like a weight. It was an uneasy feeling, nothing the girl had ever felt before. When the girls first met in the Glade, it was an instant connection between them, almost as if the girls already had a relationship beforehand. But this now? This was different. This time it felt like Bree was being judged, but not opinionated, almost like a hard test. A military exam. It made her feel like she was standing on eggshells, but instead of eggshells they were shards of glass. Any movement at all would cause them to break even more, and dig into her skin. But those broken pieces of glass represented something. Their friendship. The girl felt a dramatic shift of chemistry change between them, and it wasn’t for the better. Bree wasn’t sure if it was because of what had happened to them both involving their escape, or if it was something much bigger than them. Whatever it was, she needed to find out because the girl did not want to lose her friendship.

She watched as her friend’s tears rolled down her cheeks, and Bree so badly wanted to hold her and comfort her, but there was a heavy barrier between them. Not physically, but emotionally. The poor girl couldn’t get herself to move, afraid of what her friend’s reaction would be. She was already anxious, Bree could easily tell but there was something else there that the blonde didn’t recognize, and that scared her. Did Emma not want her close? Her movements and expression seemed like she was rather uncomfortable as if she was forced beyond her will. But maybe that was just in Bree’s head. She was having a hard time figuring out what was real and not anymore, especially at this moment. Hearing her friend repeat her question once more confused her, it wasn’t often Emma repeated herself, almost never even. So why now? “I was trying to find you,” she said simply answering her question again, but this time with a hint of confusion. She wasn’t judging this girl, she was just a bit concerned and confused is all. Maybe she didn’t hear her answer in the first place? Ya, that could’ve been it, Bree was having the same problem with focusing on what people were saying around it. They all sounded like echoes in the wind to her. So maybe her best friend was in the same boat? The girl heard faintly what she said, and to be honest, she had no idea. The blonde was sure no one would be purposely avoiding sweet Emma, but Bree didn’t want to lie to her again. “I-I’m not too sure. I-I don’t think they are,” she answered quietly as well.

What happened next felt like a stab to the heart. And what hurts the most to the girl was she could hear the sincerity in the girl's voice, she was telling the truth. “How do you know you can trust them Em? You don’t know them.” Her tone came out a bit louder than before with her hurt clearly showing. Bree turned her head towards the nurse, who she guessed was Deanna by the way the auburn looked at her and caused a knot in her stomach. She didn’t trust this girl one bit, and it wasn’t just because Draco’s last words to her were to not just WCKD, something just felt off about her. “I don’t think you should trust them. Listen, I’m really glad you feel safe with them but something about this place seems too familiar. And not in a good way, so there’s no way I’m ever finding things to do here, especially for THEM.” She said firmly, making the last word sound disgusted. There was no way Emma was actually believing them right? She wouldn’t choose some stranger over her best friend, right? Right?!

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Cassie
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(Female) (Fourteen) (Straight) (WCKD employee) (WCKD medical room) (Tags: Hunter) (Mentions: Tags)

Cassie could see the sadness in the boy's face, she couldn’t even imagine how he’s processing this. The poor guy blacked out knowing and being right beside his friends, and now some of those guys are gone. She felt awful for him. She carefully placed her hand on his in comfort. She never did physical touch, in fact, it scared her and made her uncomfortable, but the amount of people she has seen over the past few weeks that have gone through all this makes her feel something she hasn’t felt in a very long time. Compassion. Yes, she felt bad for them over the years but she never fully understood it. But hearing these people's stories and seeing their pain brought that out of her.

She jotted down his pains in a neatly organized chart and listened to him carefully. What he was saying made complete sense. “I’m going to give you something for the pain, okay?” She said grabbing a syringe and filling it up with medication. “You’re going to feel a quick pinch”, she rolled up his sleeves, cleaned over the area with an alcohol wipe and carefully injected him, making sure to keep it as comfortable as possible. “What happened between you and your father?” She asked, noting everything he said. “I’m sorry, it’s too early to make that diagnosis. But hopefully, you will.”

[poppyxoxo]

IDUNN - location: Hallway - tags: Hani, Kili

Idunn smiled sadly for a moment up at Kili before turning to a slightly disturbed looking Hani. "I... Yeah. We probably didn't meet at the best of times but it was good meeting you. Perhaps we will catch you when everything and everyone has settled" she spoke, meeting Kili's brown eyes before turning to the ground, feeling slightly sheepish. She swiveled her head to Hani, eyeing his pale face while listening as the sound of Kili's foot steps drifted away. She heaved a sigh and reached her hand out to Hani. "Come on, let's get you on the bench for a minute so that you can have a bit of time before... facing all of that noise".

ALASTAIR - location: Cafeteria - tags: Kade

Alastair didn't speak for a while and he didn't mention the fact that something, anything about this place made his mind uneasy. It felt like a rock of anxiety was sitting in his stomach, slowly expanding until finally it pushed him to breaking point. "Yeah fair enough. Am I the only one who thinks that looks a even just the slightest bit weird?" Alastair murmured, keeping his voice low so that only Kade could hear him. "We can go back to the doctors later, or he might even be in one of our rooms" Alastair pointed out wearily.

[senna_]

𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀
[female]..[16]..[demi/heterosexual]..[medjack keeper]..[location: medical room]..[mentions: tag]..[tags: bree]..
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Emma's head hung low, and a thick layer of exhaustion washed right over her. Oddly enough, it felt like she had just been emptying out everything in her stomach, and was now experiencing the aftermath. Her body was shaking ─ slight trembles, as if she hadn't eaten in quite some time ─ and it was almost like the muscles in her body had foundered down into particles of dust. As if she was one living body of tawny sand bits. She wasn't disengaged by this conversation ─ if one could even call it that at this point ─ because she did care for Bree, just as she always had, but from standing to saying more than a few words at a time, it took a lot out of her. What had happened to her? A little fall surely couldn't have done this much damage. She wanted to get back on her feet and run to Bree and hug her and tell her she was sorry and that everything was okay. But she couldn't. Physically, Emma wasn't sure she was capable of popping back on her feet without swaying or toppling over, and emotionally, she was a fish on a hook, a puppet with a string. She was no longer in control of making her own decisions. She was nothing more than a scripted character in a written-out scene.

She found herself physically flinching backward at Bree's harsh tone, as if the girl had just raised her hand and slapped her across the face. Her bottom lip folded slightly and quivered, but she pressed her teeth down to refuse the sob that was begging to come out into the open. Blood was drawn in the crack of her lip, and she tasted it as it trickled onto her tongue, leaving a sharp bit of metallic taste in her mouth. She brought the knuckle of her thumb up to her lip in a decrepit manner, brushing away some of the shallow shade of crimson red away, then drew her tongue over the punctured skin before diffidently peering up at an enraged Bree. Emma wouldn't go as far as saying she was fearful of the blonde, but she was disquieted, antsy, as if she was prey trapped against a corner, with the predator willing to pounce at any second. She began to really shake now, but was unable to tell if it was from the cold sweat that had begun to break out across her body, or Bree's frightful tone.

"I was all by myself," she whispered under her breath, tone tremorous. Despite the fact that there were no clocks around ─ something Emma realized a few seconds after thinking this ─ or anything to show time, it had to have been more than two or three hours. It had to have been. She wasn't used to laying around and counting flying sheep, that was true, but it felt like it had been days. She knew that that wasn't the case, but... What time even was it? For whatever reason, she felt too shy to ask Bree, as if she was anxious the girl would snap again. "Nobody came for us. Nobody came for any of us. Bree, Deanna was with me all night. I-I had another attack, and she was there. She calmed me down, she told me what was happening. I was scared, Bree─" the trembling in her lip commenced once again─ "and she was there to keep me feeling safe." The disgust in Bree's voice made Emma want to wail; it almost seemed as though this repugnance was directed towards her. The tears continued to stream down her cheeks. She did not wipe them away, allowing them to curl up her nose and leap off like they were riding down a slide. "They're helping us. I'm feeling better. They were monitoring and checking in and..." She cut herself off, shaking her head in unsettled dismay. For all Emma knew, the rest of the Gladers could have been out partying. She had no idea. But she'd been stuck with her impulsive, tear-down thoughts for too long to easily see the picture from a different angle. It was frustrating, but it was true. She didn't know how to do that, and after hearing the rage in Bree's tone, Emma was too timid to even try. It frightened her even more to note that she was beginning to feel genuine fear towards Bree. Fearful as in, afraid of what had happened throughout these past few hours. Where did the Bree she knew and loved went? The girl whose lips flipped upwards into a smile whenever Emma approached, the girl who'd crack the darkest though most humourous jokes at the worst moments possible. Emma hadn't ever seen Bree like this, especially not towards herself. It made her feel like the victim, the criminal. The stranger that deserved nothing more than absolute punishment. Emma wasn't going to fight. Not only was that in her nature, but she didn't have it in her. Despite being engulfed in these flashy, startling emotions by Bree, Emma wasn't going to attempt to knock her own. She was content with what she believed, and it seemed things had turned into a fend-for-yourself situation, as much as it hurt to come to that conclusion. She wasn't going to push it. "Fine," she breathed, nodding her head slightly, as if Bree had won and she was caving in. She looked up just as Deanna popped in, requesting that Bree left. "That's fine, I respect your decision. If Deanna wants you to go... Maybe... M-maybe it's for the best. For now."

[sunhorsestar]

K A D E❄️

Ｔａｇｓ：Alastair | Ｒｏｌｅ：Keeper of the Builders | Ｌｏｃａｔｉｏｎ：WCKD, Cafeteria


"It’s fine. I don’t..." Kade shrugged, shaking his head. He was worried about his friend, of course he was, but at the same time, he didn’t know what he would be able to do anyway. "I appreciate the offer of help, Alastair. Really, I do! Call me selfish if you want, but I...I don’t WANT to go looking for him. When he’s ready to be out, he'll come back. I just want to deal with ourselves, our here and now, deal with us first. And no, you’re not the only one," the brunette noted. "Think we're just being suspicious, or...?" He trailed off, raising an eyebrow.

[kellybelly1403]

Bree
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(Female) (Seventeen) (Straight) (Second In Command/Slicer) ( Med Room) (Tags: Emma) (Mentions: tags)

Bree listened closely to her friend, the hurt was clearly there, and she felt awful. The first time in their relationship she didn’t know what to do. She felt so useless. So worthless. Why would Emma want someone in her life who didn’t know her needs, especially for a best friend? The person who is supposed to understand you without words. The person who was supposed to be there for you no matter what. The person who keeps you on the right path...not allowing you to head into the darkness. Bree failed all of those. She left when Emma needed her most, the connection they had was now gone, only leaving cavities in their life. Something she had promised Emma a long time ago she would never do. Had Bree made things worse for the girl? Was their fallout because of the blonde? Had Bree failed yet again in the past 24 hours? First as Second In Command, and now as a best friend?

She was speechless. The girl was right, she was by herself, but the blonde tried to get to her as fast as she could. Bree already felt terrible for not being there for the auburn when she woke up but having Emma keep repeating it only made her feel worse. “I’m sorry...” she said quietly, tears once again streaming down her face, her eyes burning. All the guilt from Draco’s death to the escape to now this, made a pit in her stomach, making her feel like she was going to throw up. And her not being able to grab enough air from her attack was not helping. Bree didn’t even realize that she was having an anxiety attack until just now, she was so focused on her best friend that she neglected how her body felt. But what made it worse was Bree’s thoughts of “Did she even care how I felt? How was I doing?” This whole conversation had been about Emma, which she didn’t mind but thinking about during her attack definitely made it worse. And now this Deanna person? This strange woman, Emma didn’t even know, now seemed to be her first thought. The girl never talked about Bree that way before, not that her mind could remember it now anyway even if she did. The more Emma talked about her new friend, the nurse, the more rage-filled the Slicers body. Bree has never been a jealous person before, EVER, but something just clicked. “Who do you think did that for you in the Maze!? Huh?” She snapped out harshly, not allowing herself to think before speaking. “Deanna?! No! It was me!! I was with you every second!! Not this robotic worker who couldn’t give two ***** about you!” She gestured towards the nurse, Bree’s body now shaking uncontrollably from her anxiety. “This is her job! She doesn’t actually care for you, Emma. Open your eyes. To her, you are just another sick person, nothing special. But to me, you’re my everything...” The last sentence was spoken in a softer more hurt tone. That whole scene felt like a blip in time for Bree, mostly because she did not know what she had said just then. Everything had happened so fast the poor girl couldn’t process or control her emotions. The blonde immediately regretted opening her mouth, knowing fully well she had hurt Emma much more than she already had, but at the same time, she didn’t. Whatever she had just said, Bree knew that her opinion was valid. She knew that it wasn’t just jealousy. There was truth in it as well. What Draco had said made perfect sense, Bree just needed a way to prove it. “Emma, I don’t know how they got inside your head but they can’t be trusted. They aren’t your saviours, okay? Draco’s last words to me were not to trust WCKD, now I didn’t understand it at first but I do now. I’m not going to break my promise. I just hope that your heart is still there to know who you can trust and who you can’t-” Her voice was soft, slightly raspy from her emotions, but the girl's tone was calm. Hearing those words about her needing to leave, especially from her best friend, hurt her but there was nothing she could do, so she honoured her friends' demands and began walking towards the door. “- I just hope you can figure it out before it’s too late.” She said not even trying to hide the pain in the girl's voice, before exiting the room.

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Cassie
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(Female) (Fourteen) (Straight) (WCKD employee) (WCKD medical room) (Tags: Hunter) (Mentions: Kili, Tags)

Cassie gave an apologetic look towards the boy. She completely understood the neglect, as she went through the same thing. Growing up, it was only her, Kili, and their ‘father’, Janson who wasn’t there for them. He wasn’t their biological father, but the girl didn’t know any better. He treated her like a daughter but he never played the part of the father. And when her brother was sent away to the Maze, Cassie was left alone. This caused her to mature way quicker than needed, which sucked because never once did she have a normal childhood. “I’m sorry, that must have been really hard.” She spoke softly in an understanding tone. She really felt for Hunter, from what she understood he had a terrible childhood, and now his teen years were ruined from the Maze. She felt awful. The girl didn’t want to write those notes down, knowing it would be insensitive, so she made a mental one instead. She would later need to jot those notes down, but they could wait for now.

The girl brought herself back into her profession, she was on a time slot after all. Her eyes trailed down to where his wound was. “I need to change your bandage,” she said simply, grabbing new gauze wraps, antibiotics, and medical tape.

[poppyxoxo]

IDUNN - location: Hallway - tags: Hani, Kili

Idunn smiled sadly for a moment up at Kili before turning to a slightly disturbed looking Hani. "I... Yeah. We probably didn't meet at the best of times but it was good meeting you. Perhaps we will catch you when everything and everyone has settled" she spoke, meeting Kili's brown eyes before turning to the ground, feeling slightly sheepish. She swiveled her head to Hani, eyeing his pale face while listening as the sound of Kili's foot steps drifted away. She heaved a sigh and reached her hand out to Hani. "Come on, let's get you on the bench for a minute so that you can have a bit of time before... facing all of that noise".

ALASTAIR - location: Cafeteria - tags: Kade - mentions: Emma

Alastair barely heard a word that came from Kade which was surprising because normally Alastair was on top of this, but something seemed to be clouding his mind. "I haven't seen Emma in a while. I didn't see her when she came" he murmured, a fare away look in his eyes. "What if they took her? What if she's all alone with no one to..." he couldn't finish the sentence. It seemed that a lump had formed in his throat and he felt swamped with an unusual amount of guilt.

[senna_]

𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀
[female]..[16]..[demi/heterosexual]..[medjack keeper]..[location: medical room]..[mentions: tag]..[tags: bree]..
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Perhaps it was the head injury, that had caused this, but Bree's words had begun to blur together, as if she was speaking multiple at once and they were piling on top of each other. For this, Emma began to feel anxious as she struggled to keep up. Did that? Did what? Emma was genuinely confused, but Bree was evidently nowhere near done, and she knew best then to interfere. She remained low, obedient to authority, powerless to powerful. Bree was in full-force now, forcefully tearing at whatever Emma had left that kept her standing tall. She was crumbling, collapsing; soon to be debris after a once-impressive statue of virtue and trust. Through it all, one thing that stuck with Emma most was Bree's comment on Draco. Draco, who had fallen to his death due to a smack on the back from a Griever. Draco, whom she'd shared very few conversations with, but knew Bree was nice to him. The words that came out of her mouth were harsh, and certainly not dwelled on the best, but she didn't have it in her to take that extra moment and think about the most appropriate placing. "He's dead.... He never saw this...." Her words fluttered out as gently as the tears that were welling up against her eyes. Draco hadn't made it out. Nobody knew anything about WCKD in the Glade, it was reasonable to have mixed opinions. But for Bree to stick with the words of someone deceased, someone who hadn't experienced their doings directly...

Emma wasn't able to understand where Bree was coming from, why she was getting so riled up. Despite saying so much about how she disliked WCKD, she hadn't one reason to back it up. Or, maybe she did, but she hadn't spoken it aloud. What about it made her feel so strongly against it? Draco? How did she expect Emma to understand and support her words if she didn't have evidence to support the reason for her hatred? Emma respected Bree's decision, she respected everything Bree did, but she wasn't able to properly tend to it, fully submit it visually. It was difficult when an argument was loosely tossed around; Emma needed proof. She'd always needed proof, this was no different. Was there proof? Or was Bree strictly going off of what Draco said?

Emma knew Bree wasn't going to let Deanna slip easily. Bree had a way with clinging to something bothersome and making her thoughts on it known. She supposed her tone had come out a bit too joyous, if one could consider it that, or admirable, if Bree was snapping about the Medic. "If it wasn't for them, I may not have been standing here right now," was on the tip of her tongue, but her instincts were demanding she swallowed that whole. Perhaps Bree was upset because they hadn't tended to her wounds, her troubles? Emma hadn't even asked if she was all right. She knew that was something she had planned on getting to, but Bree's shocking — physically shocking — words left her silent. For whenever reason, Bree agreeing to leave hurt. A lot. And for what reason? Emma had just told her it was best to go, so why was she upset that that was exactly what the blonde was going to do? Her eyes flashed towards Deanna, who was walking elsewhere. She'd just tried to help. She knew how aggravating it could get, when she wanted to do work in the Med-Hut and a friend wouldn't leave a patient. It made it more difficult room-wise, and the patient's attention wasn't ever fully with the medic in charge.

"This is what I do," she whispered, tone sounding distant. It seemed anything that audibly left Emma's mouth was wrong. Was Bree hurting? She could ask, maybe. Would that soothe her nerves? But as she directed her gaze out, staring dully up ahead with expression to match her previous tone, Bree was no longer there. Nothing was there anymore. She hadn't even had a chance to change her mind, beg for Bree to stay so that the two could figure out whatever was brewing between them.

She'd landed herself a spot in the middle of the subdued, enraged ocean, whose truculent waves had washed out every inch of visible object within eyesight. There was nothing left. Emma herself was gone. She was numb, and for whatever reason, that made her feel even more sick than the momentary aggressive pulses that had broken out across her skull earlier. Was that what the others perceived the Med-Jacks to be? Just some people who tended to one's wounds then beat them elsewhere to reduce further chances of taking responsibility of a fall-back? Who didn't actually care, but didn't want them to die because it would be their fault? Did what they did just to consider themselves the heroes?

She was absolutely silent as Bree turned to leave. She was shaking, very visibly shaking, like a drenched puppy who had been left out in the midst of an calamitous storm. If her trembles could make vibration sounds similar to the buzz of a honeybee's wings to elaborate on its action, surely the entire half side of the room would be able to hear the uncomfortable hum.

She didn't know when Bree decided to flee from the room. For a split second her vision succeeded her expectations, and she was alone, staring at the uncongenial sheet of fabric that acted as a shifting wall. She hadn't even heard the scraping metal-on-metal sound to elaborate on the closing of the curtain. Bile rose in her throat, and she blindly scrambled for a garbage can, hands flying as they searched for the object, as her vision failed once again. Finding it just in time to empty out whatever was in her stomach, Emma paused, hunched over across the can, arms weakly holding her up, as she tried to process everything. Not a single thought agreed to run through her brain; cobwebs, an empty room, too intimidating for troubled thoughts to enter. At the same time, she knew one thing for sure, even if it seemed distant. Bree hated her, despised her, even, and now she was gone. Gone emotionally, gone physically. Emma really screwed up. This was why she kept her mouth shut and just agreed with what everyone else said! Because of her desire to make her appreciation for WCKD's doctors known, she'd lost Bree. Lost her in the moment, lost her forever? What if Bree never wanted to speak to her again? What if she hated her with such a passion that she roared with rage every time Emma came to mind? What if she treated her like a stranger the next time the two came eye-to-eye? If they came eye-to-eye?

At that, Emma's legs gave out from under her. She hadn't even realized she'd hit the floor until a few seconds later, when a slight throbbing commenced in her kneecaps, which had slammed against the cold floor. She vomited once again, then sobs ripped her apart. And she cried, cried harder than she had ever cried in her life. Cried like the world depended on it. Cried until there was nothing left, and she was choking off a dry throat. She coughed dryly, a hand going to her sore belly, as if that would soothe the pain. Nothing could relieve the distraught feeling inside of her. Bree was gone. She hated her. She didn't want a single thing to do with her. That felt exactly like a dagger had been taken — likely by Bree herself — and had been scorched down Emma's back, right through Emma's core, and twisted into her head. She was gone.

Her bottom lip trembled, her head dropped, and the tears commenced once again.

[onion]

✿ hani jung / 19 / chef
location: just outside the medbay
tags: idunn & kili

"sorry kili," hani called softly, not actually feeling too too sorry. idunn was right- the noise was too much for him, and that boy had been very chipper, enough to take the energy from him.
he sat down and nodded to idunn, who seemed concerned for him. "thanks idunn." after sighing, hani let himself lean back against the bench, sliding down a little as he let out another breath. this was stressful. being here, anyhow. didnt idunn think so? so many strangers, nowhere to go, all locked up...
"hey so..." hani started, slowly sitting back up. a look of worry washed over his face as he turned to idunn. "do you... do you blame me? for your injury, i mean... like i know its not entirely my fault but..." he turned his face away and mumbled, "i understand if you do."

[senna_]

𝐋𝐄𝐄
[male]..[18]..[heterosexual]..[builder]..[location: cafeteria]..[mentions: kassandra, dante, tag]..[tags: alex]..
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Lee's dark eyes breezed past the various figures that were perched in several different locations inside of the cafeteria. It seemed the worst part about it all was, the number of people inside the large room right now was nearly equivalent to the amount of Gladers that lived in the Glade. It had been dramatically sliced in half ─ maybe even more than that ─ upon the announcement of the escape; between Gladers who stubbornly stayed behind to those who didn't make it, there really weren't that many that advanced to this location. In Lee's opinion, anyway; he vaguely remembered one of the guys in the suits back in the helicopter making a comment about their large number. He didn't necessarily feel sickly upset by this realization, but it did shock him for a second or two, as if reality hit him just then. It was an odd sight to see.

He sent a wave in Kassandra's direction, one of the many people he used to tease often in the Glade, then shoved his hands in his pockets to redirect his attention back onto Alex. He longed for Dante, as guilty as he felt while coming to that conclusion. Of course, Lee liked Alex's company, especially since he approached her first, but he really, really wanted to see Dante. He had no idea where she was. He decided then that he'd ask around when they were done here. Any sort of start was betting than standing aside and doing nothing, after all.

"Nah, you've got a point," Lee agreed, contented that the conversation was taking his mind away from his troubles. "Think we should appreciate what we have here, 'specially for those who didn't come with. We definitely didn't have this sort'a treatment in the Glade." He silent responded to her following question with a head tilt in the direction of the increasing line. Starting up in a somewhat lazy walk, hands still in his pocket, he let his gaze roam yet again. "You think they have a plan with us, these worker people? I mean, coming from somewhere where we worked all day, not too sure I'd be happy sitting around, waiting for something to happen... y'know?"

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𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐈
[male]..[17]..[heterosexual]..[cook]..[location: cafeteria -> hall near Glader rooms]..[mentions: ada, idunn, tag]..[tags: romi]..
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The humming of the noise in the cafeteria had grown immensely, to a degree where their various voices now appeared to be a squealing squawk of different tones. Usually, this was a sound Kili felt settled with, for he'd always appreciated the feeling of being surrounded by others, but now, it was different. He was sensitive, and he knew that all-too-well. He knew Idunn and Hani meant well, too, especially because they didn't know anything about him other than the fact that his name was Kili, but it was strange, how a clipped conversation like that could trigger his inner emotions. Kili liked the Maze Girls, he really did. He supposed he hadn't really realized just how much their teasing took a toll on him.

He'd been eager to meet new people upon escaping the Maze, for it gave him an opportunity to find his sense of self amongst a group of mingled sexes. It seemed he had yet to discover that, though, given how often he found himself dwelling on the remarks and snippy comments he'd gotten since his arrival in the Maze. It was time to change that though, and make new friends. Start something connecting, intimate. He found himself hot with embarrassment upon noting that Idunn was still on his mind as he popped into the cafeteria to grab a bottle of water. Would it be weird if he asked her what was going on between her and Hani? Probably not, since Kili didn't want to start tracing her image in his mind if she was the guy's girlfriend. Would that be weird? Very likely. Kili couldn't help it, really. He'd fallen into a relationship a month or so upon his arrival. It didn't last long, for he realized she'd been cheating on him with some other girl, but it was sweet while it was a thing. Kili craved that closeness again. He was visibly surrounded by people, but he was lonely. Even just a close friend would be nice.

It was weird, because at that exact moment, his mind snapped back to the petite girl who had been shedding tears near where Kili was standing a moment or two ago. He felt bad, like it was his fault she'd been crying, despite knowing absolutely nothing about her scenario. Maybe a check-in would help the both of them. Turning on his heel, he shot Ada a smile, one that told her he'd be back, then left the noisy cafeteria, finding it oddly relieving, the silence of the halls. He avoided the section where Idunn and Hani were likely still standing to avoid any awkwardness, deciding to head back to his room. That was probably where he'd likely find her. He wasn't going to run around the halls in some weird chasing action, so if he saw her, great, and if not, that was fine too.

Ironically enough, the second that thought left his mind, he could sight of her. A pretty little thing, she was, with such a sorrow-filled expression across her features that Kili felt for her. A frown playing at his lips, he set his water down at a random spot in the hallway, then took a few steps towards her. "Hey," he near-cooed, careful not to spook her if she was lost in her thoughts. "Hey... Are you all right?"

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♤ crystal chang / 21 / wckd tech advisor
location: outside medbay > hall
tags: bree, hani, & idunn

crystal set her spoon in her vanilla pudding cup and paused as kili left and a new face came out the medbay crying. 'hmm, another?' she thought. what exactly was going on in there that was making so many poor girls come out crying. they were all so pretty, too. crystal hated to see a pretty girl cry.
shifting her attention to the couple looking pair on the bench, she thought for a moment. the boy seemed sad, perhaps worried. "hey..." crystal started softly, taking a few steps towards idunn and hani. "im not sure what exactly happened back in your maze, but im sure its but nobodys fault. its hard- to pinpoint fault, i mean."
she brought the spoon to her mouth and swiped her tongue along the pudding. "im sure itll be okay, you are all very strong, and thats commendable," crystal reassured the two, and she then turned and walked away, poking a head in the medbay to trash her pudding cup on her way.
walking with a click in her step, she sped down the hall and around the corner, coming to a stop when she noticed bree. "excuse me," crystal called. "may i have a word?"