#a-adventurer
(@a-adventurer, CLOSED RP)
It all felt sudden.
Every movement, every thought, every breath, every loud, blaring noise. It was odd- Just knowing something started so suddenly, yet not knowing if it had begun before one’s notice. That’s what was in Helena’s mind to say the least. The unavoidable sound of an alarm, squeaky hinges and metal banging against metal made her head ache even more than it already was. She fought to get air into her lungs, trying to stand on her feet, but her balance couldn’t keep her up. She wasmoving. The contraption she was stuck in was moving. She then took a moment to think, think of anything she could remember; For example an answer to how the hell she ended up in some sort of frightening and dark elevator. But everything was blank, just blank. She reached for loose threads in her mind, grasping for anything at all, but there was nothing but darkness that simply mirrored the one she found herself enveloped in.While banging on the metal bars, so hard and desperately that her hands were getting bruised and bloody, Helena tried to scream. But her voice didn’t give in, and it was more like a small croak of a voice. She felt the true, unsettling panic begin to set in, that feeling of truly having no sense of orientation whatsoever. Like being a goldfish, placed from a small bowl to the ocean. But she couldn’t adjust, for how much was there to adjust to? What was she even adjusting from? Her heartbeat quickened even more as she felt the contraption halt, and she fell limp in the corner. For a moment she thought she was destined to stay captured, stuck there for ever in some hole; Despite that, her thoughts were disproved as she saw a hatch over her starting to open, rays of sunshine peaking into the box.
♖
Thomas felt his back sink against the tree, the harsh bark of it contrasting to his warm and sun-sick skin beneath his shirt. He rubbed his head and his temples, a deep sigh escaping his lips. Even though he was getting at least a bit used to the Glade, he still couldn’t quite fathom everything. Yeah, he somewhat understood the basics, but what nagged at him was that once trying to delve into the deeper, more intriguing questions, then everything was left with a large question mark. The questions like whoandwhy. The most important ones that he wanted answered- That he knew everyone most likely wanted answered. It all hurt his head when he thought too much about it. And though everyone around him, everyone in the group of boys, everyone in charge, told him to just try and get the best out of their situation and not think too much about it, it just worsened things.
He had to admit they could be right. After all, nights at the fire with his new friends or whatever they hell were could be surprisingly nice and fun. Time to let loose, try to let go, even though he hadn’t had much time to think of exactly what they were letting loose from. But he felt the stress buried beneath them all, that sinking sand everyone experienced and tried, to a certain degree, to not let get the best of them. The sound of an only somewhat familiar blaring alarm caught his attention immediately, and once he saw everyone gathering, following them quickly, he could only guess he wasn’t going to be the greenie anymore.
The sunlight, that both seemed to suddenly and gradually creep into the odd box contraption Helena was stuck in, annoyed her eyes as she let them adjust, quickly looking for something to defend herself with. There were only large boxes with what seemed like resources and other materials, and that caught her attention for a moment. Those things were clearly for, well, living. Food, clothes, water, so on and so forth. Where the hell was she going? Where the hell was she now? Or before?
Helena looked up and saw a group of people- Seemingly all male except for one female. She felt her heartbeat only quicken once more; After all, she had no idea what these peoples intentions were. Shit, she didn’t know anything at all. Not even her name or who she was in general. Well, there seemed to be a few pieces up somewhere in her head, but it was all just jumbled into a big, unrecognisable mess. She had to deal with it later though.
“Who the hell are you people and why the hell am I here!” Helena kept to her corner in the box, voice hoarse and clearly weak from not being used before. What was here. She just needed answers.♖
Thomas almost felt a surge of nostalgia, a feeling of deja vu washing over him as he heard that blaring, loud alarm that echoed across the Glade, bouncing off of the four concrete walls. Those stone walls that were already getting tiring- Tiring enough at least. He sometimes felt as if he was the person who felt most urgently about getting out. He knew everyone did what they did, kept their routine, tended to the place they called their home, because that’s all they could do. Thats all they all could do. And he respected that, but he found simply couldn’t let go of it all- Whatever the hell that was anyway.
He took a few steps towards the crowd, watching as they peered their heads into the box. Something seemed to surprise them and send waves of mumbles and whispers to each other, and he found himself pushing a bit forward to get a look at the Greenie. Thomas found a place next to Scarlett and Alby, eyebrows shot up ina look of surprise as he saw the newbie- Another girl. “Huh, seems you’ll have a new friend.” He said to Scarlett.
Scarlett waited until the box had come up, getting that familiar feeling of being in the box too. The panicked feeling of having no idea who you were, how you got there or even whereyou were going. Scarlett still wondered what were beyond those four stone walls. She had asked in the past but no one would give her an answer. So she didn’t ask again. But she still wondered.
Scarlett stepped forward to peek inside the box, eyebrows also raising in surprise when she saw that there was another girl. At least she wouldn’t be the only girl anymore. “Yeah.” she nodded at Thomas. Poor girl.. she looked terrified. Just like she was. And the Greenies after her.
“Another girl.” Newt commented after opening the metal gate with Alby’s help. Surprised murmurs erupted through the crowd, until Alby told them to be quiet. Newt looked down at the Greenie. “Welcome to the Glade, greenie.” he said. “Grab onto my hand and we’ll get you out.”
Newt had lost count of how many times he had said that phrase over the two years he had been stuck in here. He wasn’t the first one to arrive, Alby was, but he arrived after Minho did. Pushing those thoughts out of his head, turning his attention back to the Greenie, the new girl. “Alby will explain everything, alright?”
Helena backed up against the wall as she watched many heads peer down into the box, making obvious comments about her and she caught a few names in between their bustling conversation. From what she could see, it seemed to be an all boy group except for one other girl, and she was already a bit, if not very, intimidated. But at least she wasn’t the only one.
“Alby? Who’s Alby?” She questioned, cautiously taking the stranger’s hand as he welcomed her to- That was another question she had. “And what the hell is the Glade?” Her head pounded with the amount of questions bombarding her brain as she got pulled out of the box, and once she got a view of the place she had been put in, she got silent. Four stone walls, covering each side, and four openings. She didn’t get it. She didn’t know if there was anything to get.
♖
Thomas tried to ignore the group’s comments, some ranging from friendly and just welcoming to borderline weird or a bit offensive. He knew what it felt like to sit down there and feel as if you missed the punchline of a joke, and that joke and punchline is your future life. They had all been through that. And he began thinking about how all the others had reacted when first arriving to the glade. Especially the first person: Alby. Or the first girl: Scarlett.
He watched as they pulled the new Greenie out of the box, helping Frypan and some others load out the boxes of resources and whatnot: Including a new hammock. “It’ll be fine, she’ll be fine.” Thomas looked to Scarlett, who he could tell was feeling sympathy for the girl. He did too, of course, but he knew it was best to quiet things down until she could get a chance to get used to it all.
Newt pulled her out of the box, vaguely hearing Alby telling the others to back up and give the Greenie space. He ignored the chatter from the other Gladers. He looked at Alby who stepped forward. “The glade is where we live.” he said. “Follow me, I’ll give you a tour.” Newt watched as the other boys started to unload the box with the supplies they got every month. “Get back to work, everyone.” Newt said, using his power as second in command. The crowd slowly dispersed except for the boys who were still unloading the supplies.
“Follow me.” Alby said to Helena before walking. “Can you tell me your name?” he asked. Sometimes Greenie remembered their names quickly but it usually took a day or two. “I’m Alby.” Newt had gone back to the gardens with the other track-hoes until he was needed else where.
Scarlett nodded, “Yeah, she will.” she said. Well, she hoped. “Well, I better go help Frypan with the supplies. I’ll see you later Thomas.” With that, she turned and walked to the kitchen, helping Frypan and the other cooks with the supplies. Scarlett was curious about the newbie, the new girl.
Gally would pop in soon, to get whatever he needed for his ‘special brew’ which he was still secretive about. The runners would also be back soon since the doors closed at night. And thank heavens they did because of the Grievers. Scarlett had never seen one but she never wanted to.
Helena let the stranger pull her up from the box, instantly feeling the contrast between the cold, almost icy temperature down in the contraption compared to the warm rays of the sun. The sun. At least she could remember basic things, but anything personal seemed far away in her mind, yet also just on the tip of her tongue. As she listened to the stranger, she let her eyes wander, simply observing her surroundings. She knew she could try to run, but there was most likely no point. She would have to wait and listen.
“I’m sorry but- Whats that?” Helena asked, pointing at one of the four openings by the stone walls. She couldn’t quite see what was past those openings, it just seemed like… more walls. More barricades. Were they meant to be barricades? She shook her thoughts away and followed who she could guess to be the leader of sorts, trying to ignore the prying eyes that rested on her. “Nice to meet you… I- I can’t remember my name. I don’t know why.”
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Thomas jumped into the box, lifting and pushing the boxes onto the green grass that bent beneath the weight. He made sure to count how many boxes there were, there were always the same amount, and though it wasn’t something to worry much about, he noticed something. There was one box less than there used to be. He found it odd, but what was he to think. Maybe it was a mistake. Or maybe he just didn’t want to put too much thought into it or interpret something that would scare him or anyone else.
“Yeah, I’ll see you later.” Thomas offered a short wave and a warm smile to Scarlett as he watched her leave. One of the only things he liked about the Glade was how close everyone was - or had to be. The teamwork and effort they all put in to keep things going was admirable, to say the least. They were a family. And he was thankful to have them, both those he was close with and those he wasn’t close with.
“Don’t worry about that.” Alby said as he walked away from the Box. He sent the other Gladers a quick glare before looking at Helena. “You’ll get your name back in a day or two. It’s the only thing they let us keep.” he muttered that last part to himself, shrugging his broad shoulders.
“Anyway, here we’re self sufficient. We grow our own food and build our own shelter. Over there is the deadheads, feel free to hang out there in your free time or whatever. Then we have the kitchens and the gardens. Also the Med-jack hut.” he explained, not realising that the words might be weird to the new Greenie.
Scarlett helped unpack the supplies with Frypan, coounting what they got in terms of food that wasn’t vegetables. (They usually got seeds) One thing Scarlett loved working alongside Frypan was his humor. He was always making her laugh with his jokes or funny stories about the other Gladers. Scarlett giggled at one story, moving her long black hair out of her face.She saw Helena and Alby not that far from where the kitchen was, watching as Alby showed the Greenie around. A wave of deja vu washed over her as she remembered being in that similar position, just a few months ago. Scarlett watched them for a moment before turning back to whatever she was doing.
Helena quirked an eyebrow at the quiet mention of a they, a thorough expression of confusion washing over her face, though she already found herself to be very lost and confused. Who was ‘they’? Did someone send her there? The temporary amnesia only made her head ache more and more with every second.
It scared her. Everything did. The fact that she couldn’t remember anything really important, no memories, nothing personal. It was as if the collection of moments she was supposed to have in her head were gone. She only knew the basics, all any human would know. She only hoped that it would come back to her soon. Everything, if she was lucky.
“Med-jack… Like, a medical area?” Helena asked, all the names buzzing around in her head. It was all so odd, but she knew she’d have to toughen up and just get used to it. Join whatever the hell of a group that lived in the Glade. Even if it was a bit nerve-wracking.
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Thomas often wondered how long they’d be forced to stay. Obviously, they were supposed to find their way out, escape, but it hadn’t happened yet. It was like watching a sunset that never hit the horizon- And he often wondered if they truly ever were going to get out of there. He knew there was no point in being either too pessimistic or optimistic, it was all about keeping that balance of sanity.
But he dwelled on how many more could possibly be sent, how many until they would have no more supplies. Would it even ever stop? Maybe this was their punishment for not finding a way out yet; Forcing more people into the Glade. Maybe there was a deadline. He had no clue. And it seemed thinking didn’t make him too much wiser.
Thomas made his way to the Runner’s hut, trudging down the dirt path. With every greenie that arrived, with every new package that arrived, he only grew more eager to get out.
(@a-adventurer, CLOSED RP)
It all felt sudden.
Every movement, every thought, every breath, every loud, blaring noise. It was odd- Just knowing something started so suddenly, yet not knowing if it had begun before one’s notice. That’s what was in Helena’s mind to say the least. The unavoidable sound of an alarm, squeaky hinges and metal banging against metal made her head ache even more than it already was. She fought to get air into her lungs, trying to stand on her feet, but her balance couldn’t keep her up. She wasmoving. The contraption she was stuck in was moving. She then took a moment to think, think of anything she could remember; For example an answer to how the hell she ended up in some sort of frightening and dark elevator. But everything was blank, just blank. She reached for loose threads in her mind, grasping for anything at all, but there was nothing but darkness that simply mirrored the one she found herself enveloped in.While banging on the metal bars, so hard and desperately that her hands were getting bruised and bloody, Helena tried to scream. But her voice didn’t give in, and it was more like a small croak of a voice. She felt the true, unsettling panic begin to set in, that feeling of truly having no sense of orientation whatsoever. Like being a goldfish, placed from a small bowl to the ocean. But she couldn’t adjust, for how much was there to adjust to? What was she even adjusting from? Her heartbeat quickened even more as she felt the contraption halt, and she fell limp in the corner. For a moment she thought she was destined to stay captured, stuck there for ever in some hole; Despite that, her thoughts were disproved as she saw a hatch over her starting to open, rays of sunshine peaking into the box.
♖
Thomas felt his back sink against the tree, the harsh bark of it contrasting to his warm and sun-sick skin beneath his shirt. He rubbed his head and his temples, a deep sigh escaping his lips. Even though he was getting at least a bit used to the Glade, he still couldn’t quite fathom everything. Yeah, he somewhat understood the basics, but what nagged at him was that once trying to delve into the deeper, more intriguing questions, then everything was left with a large question mark. The questions like whoandwhy. The most important ones that he wanted answered- That he knew everyone most likely wanted answered. It all hurt his head when he thought too much about it. And though everyone around him, everyone in the group of boys, everyone in charge, told him to just try and get the best out of their situation and not think too much about it, it just worsened things.
He had to admit they could be right. After all, nights at the fire with his new friends or whatever they hell were could be surprisingly nice and fun. Time to let loose, try to let go, even though he hadn’t had much time to think of exactly what they were letting loose from. But he felt the stress buried beneath them all, that sinking sand everyone experienced and tried, to a certain degree, to not let get the best of them. The sound of an only somewhat familiar blaring alarm caught his attention immediately, and once he saw everyone gathering, following them quickly, he could only guess he wasn’t going to be the greenie anymore.
The sunlight, that both seemed to suddenly and gradually creep into the odd box contraption Helena was stuck in, annoyed her eyes as she let them adjust, quickly looking for something to defend herself with. There were only large boxes with what seemed like resources and other materials, and that caught her attention for a moment. Those things were clearly for, well, living. Food, clothes, water, so on and so forth. Where the hell was she going? Where the hell was she now? Or before?
Helena looked up and saw a group of people- Seemingly all male except for one female. She felt her heartbeat only quicken once more; After all, she had no idea what these peoples intentions were. Shit, she didn’t know anything at all. Not even her name or who she was in general. Well, there seemed to be a few pieces up somewhere in her head, but it was all just jumbled into a big, unrecognisable mess. She had to deal with it later though.
“Who the hell are you people and why the hell am I here!” Helena kept to her corner in the box, voice hoarse and clearly weak from not being used before. What was here. She just needed answers.♖
Thomas almost felt a surge of nostalgia, a feeling of deja vu washing over him as he heard that blaring, loud alarm that echoed across the Glade, bouncing off of the four concrete walls. Those stone walls that were already getting tiring- Tiring enough at least. He sometimes felt as if he was the person who felt most urgently about getting out. He knew everyone did what they did, kept their routine, tended to the place they called their home, because that’s all they could do. Thats all they all could do. And he respected that, but he found simply couldn’t let go of it all- Whatever the hell that was anyway.
He took a few steps towards the crowd, watching as they peered their heads into the box. Something seemed to surprise them and send waves of mumbles and whispers to each other, and he found himself pushing a bit forward to get a look at the Greenie. Thomas found a place next to Scarlett and Alby, eyebrows shot up ina look of surprise as he saw the newbie- Another girl. “Huh, seems you’ll have a new friend.” He said to Scarlett.
Scarlett waited until the box had come up, getting that familiar feeling of being in the box too. The panicked feeling of having no idea who you were, how you got there or even whereyou were going. Scarlett still wondered what were beyond those four stone walls. She had asked in the past but no one would give her an answer. So she didn’t ask again. But she still wondered.
Scarlett stepped forward to peek inside the box, eyebrows also raising in surprise when she saw that there was another girl. At least she wouldn’t be the only girl anymore. “Yeah.” she nodded at Thomas. Poor girl.. she looked terrified. Just like she was. And the Greenies after her.
“Another girl.” Newt commented after opening the metal gate with Alby’s help. Surprised murmurs erupted through the crowd, until Alby told them to be quiet. Newt looked down at the Greenie. “Welcome to the Glade, greenie.” he said. “Grab onto my hand and we’ll get you out.”
Newt had lost count of how many times he had said that phrase over the two years he had been stuck in here. He wasn’t the first one to arrive, Alby was, but he arrived after Minho did. Pushing those thoughts out of his head, turning his attention back to the Greenie, the new girl. “Alby will explain everything, alright?”
Helena backed up against the wall as she watched many heads peer down into the box, making obvious comments about her and she caught a few names in between their bustling conversation. From what she could see, it seemed to be an all boy group except for one other girl, and she was already a bit, if not very, intimidated. But at least she wasn’t the only one.
“Alby? Who’s Alby?” She questioned, cautiously taking the stranger’s hand as he welcomed her to- That was another question she had. “And what the hell is the Glade?” Her head pounded with the amount of questions bombarding her brain as she got pulled out of the box, and once she got a view of the place she had been put in, she got silent. Four stone walls, covering each side, and four openings. She didn’t get it. She didn’t know if there was anything to get.
♖
Thomas tried to ignore the group’s comments, some ranging from friendly and just welcoming to borderline weird or a bit offensive. He knew what it felt like to sit down there and feel as if you missed the punchline of a joke, and that joke and punchline is your future life. They had all been through that. And he began thinking about how all the others had reacted when first arriving to the glade. Especially the first person: Alby. Or the first girl: Scarlett.
He watched as they pulled the new Greenie out of the box, helping Frypan and some others load out the boxes of resources and whatnot: Including a new hammock. “It’ll be fine, she’ll be fine.” Thomas looked to Scarlett, who he could tell was feeling sympathy for the girl. He did too, of course, but he knew it was best to quiet things down until she could get a chance to get used to it all.
Newt pulled her out of the box, vaguely hearing Alby telling the others to back up and give the Greenie space. He ignored the chatter from the other Gladers. He looked at Alby who stepped forward. “The glade is where we live.” he said. “Follow me, I’ll give you a tour.” Newt watched as the other boys started to unload the box with the supplies they got every month. “Get back to work, everyone.” Newt said, using his power as second in command. The crowd slowly dispersed except for the boys who were still unloading the supplies.
“Follow me.” Alby said to Helena before walking. “Can you tell me your name?” he asked. Sometimes Greenie remembered their names quickly but it usually took a day or two. “I’m Alby.” Newt had gone back to the gardens with the other track-hoes until he was needed else where.
Scarlett nodded, “Yeah, she will.” she said. Well, she hoped. “Well, I better go help Frypan with the supplies. I’ll see you later Thomas.” With that, she turned and walked to the kitchen, helping Frypan and the other cooks with the supplies. Scarlett was curious about the newbie, the new girl.
Gally would pop in soon, to get whatever he needed for his ‘special brew’ which he was still secretive about. The runners would also be back soon since the doors closed at night. And thank heavens they did because of the Grievers. Scarlett had never seen one but she never wanted to.
Helena let the stranger pull her up from the box, instantly feeling the contrast between the cold, almost icy temperature down in the contraption compared to the warm rays of the sun. The sun. At least she could remember basic things, but anything personal seemed far away in her mind, yet also just on the tip of her tongue. As she listened to the stranger, she let her eyes wander, simply observing her surroundings. She knew she could try to run, but there was most likely no point. She would have to wait and listen.
“I’m sorry but- Whats that?” Helena asked, pointing at one of the four openings by the stone walls. She couldn’t quite see what was past those openings, it just seemed like… more walls. More barricades. Were they meant to be barricades? She shook her thoughts away and followed who she could guess to be the leader of sorts, trying to ignore the prying eyes that rested on her. “Nice to meet you… I- I can’t remember my name. I don’t know why.”
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Thomas jumped into the box, lifting and pushing the boxes onto the green grass that bent beneath the weight. He made sure to count how many boxes there were, there were always the same amount, and though it wasn’t something to worry much about, he noticed something. There was one box less than there used to be. He found it odd, but what was he to think. Maybe it was a mistake. Or maybe he just didn’t want to put too much thought into it or interpret something that would scare him or anyone else.
“Yeah, I’ll see you later.” Thomas offered a short wave and a warm smile to Scarlett as he watched her leave. One of the only things he liked about the Glade was how close everyone was - or had to be. The teamwork and effort they all put in to keep things going was admirable, to say the least. They were a family. And he was thankful to have them, both those he was close with and those he wasn’t close with.
(@a-adventurer, CLOSED RP)
It all felt sudden.
Every movement, every thought, every breath, every loud, blaring noise. It was odd- Just knowing something started so suddenly, yet not knowing if it had begun before one’s notice. That’s what was in Helena’s mind to say the least. The unavoidable sound of an alarm, squeaky hinges and metal banging against metal made her head ache even more than it already was. She fought to get air into her lungs, trying to stand on her feet, but her balance couldn’t keep her up. She wasmoving. The contraption she was stuck in was moving. She then took a moment to think, think of anything she could remember; For example an answer to how the hell she ended up in some sort of frightening and dark elevator. But everything was blank, just blank. She reached for loose threads in her mind, grasping for anything at all, but there was nothing but darkness that simply mirrored the one she found herself enveloped in.While banging on the metal bars, so hard and desperately that her hands were getting bruised and bloody, Helena tried to scream. But her voice didn’t give in, and it was more like a small croak of a voice. She felt the true, unsettling panic begin to set in, that feeling of truly having no sense of orientation whatsoever. Like being a goldfish, placed from a small bowl to the ocean. But she couldn’t adjust, for how much was there to adjust to? What was she even adjusting from? Her heartbeat quickened even more as she felt the contraption halt, and she fell limp in the corner. For a moment she thought she was destined to stay captured, stuck there for ever in some hole; Despite that, her thoughts were disproved as she saw a hatch over her starting to open, rays of sunshine peaking into the box.
♖
Thomas felt his back sink against the tree, the harsh bark of it contrasting to his warm and sun-sick skin beneath his shirt. He rubbed his head and his temples, a deep sigh escaping his lips. Even though he was getting at least a bit used to the Glade, he still couldn’t quite fathom everything. Yeah, he somewhat understood the basics, but what nagged at him was that once trying to delve into the deeper, more intriguing questions, then everything was left with a large question mark. The questions like whoandwhy. The most important ones that he wanted answered- That he knew everyone most likely wanted answered. It all hurt his head when he thought too much about it. And though everyone around him, everyone in the group of boys, everyone in charge, told him to just try and get the best out of their situation and not think too much about it, it just worsened things.
He had to admit they could be right. After all, nights at the fire with his new friends or whatever they hell were could be surprisingly nice and fun. Time to let loose, try to let go, even though he hadn’t had much time to think of exactly what they were letting loose from. But he felt the stress buried beneath them all, that sinking sand everyone experienced and tried, to a certain degree, to not let get the best of them. The sound of an only somewhat familiar blaring alarm caught his attention immediately, and once he saw everyone gathering, following them quickly, he could only guess he wasn’t going to be the greenie anymore.
The sunlight, that both seemed to suddenly and gradually creep into the odd box contraption Helena was stuck in, annoyed her eyes as she let them adjust, quickly looking for something to defend herself with. There were only large boxes with what seemed like resources and other materials, and that caught her attention for a moment. Those things were clearly for, well, living. Food, clothes, water, so on and so forth. Where the hell was she going? Where the hell was she now? Or before?
Helena looked up and saw a group of people- Seemingly all male except for one female. She felt her heartbeat only quicken once more; After all, she had no idea what these peoples intentions were. Shit, she didn’t know anything at all. Not even her name or who she was in general. Well, there seemed to be a few pieces up somewhere in her head, but it was all just jumbled into a big, unrecognisable mess. She had to deal with it later though.
“Who the hell are you people and why the hell am I here!” Helena kept to her corner in the box, voice hoarse and clearly weak from not being used before. What was here. She just needed answers.
♖
Thomas almost felt a surge of nostalgia, a feeling of deja vu washing over him as he heard that blaring, loud alarm that echoed across the Glade, bouncing off of the four concrete walls. Those stone walls that were already getting tiring- Tiring enough at least. He sometimes felt as if he was the person who felt most urgently about getting out. He knew everyone did what they did, kept their routine, tended to the place they called their home, because that’s all they could do. Thats all they all could do. And he respected that, but he found simply couldn’t let go of it all- Whatever the hell that was anyway.
He took a few steps towards the crowd, watching as they peered their heads into the box. Something seemed to surprise them and send waves of mumbles and whispers to each other, and he found himself pushing a bit forward to get a look at the Greenie. Thomas found a place next to Scarlett and Alby, eyebrows shot up ina look of surprise as he saw the newbie- Another girl. “Huh, seems you’ll have a new friend.” He said to Scarlett.
(@a-adventurer, CLOSED RP)
It all felt sudden.
Every movement, every thought, every breath, every loud, blaring noise. It was odd- Just knowing something started so suddenly, yet not knowing if it had begun before one’s notice. That’s what was in Helena’s mind to say the least. The unavoidable sound of an alarm, squeaky hinges and metal banging against metal made her head ache even more than it already was. She fought to get air into her lungs, trying to stand on her feet, but her balance couldn’t keep her up. She wasmoving. The contraption she was stuck in was moving. She then took a moment to think, think of anything she could remember; For example an answer to how the hell she ended up in some sort of frightening and dark elevator. But everything was blank, just blank. She reached for loose threads in her mind, grasping for anything at all, but there was nothing but darkness that simply mirrored the one she found herself enveloped in.
While banging on the metal bars, so hard and desperately that her hands were getting bruised and bloody, Helena tried to scream. But her voice didn’t give in, and it was more like a small croak of a voice. She felt the true, unsettling panic begin to set in, that feeling of truly having no sense of orientation whatsoever. Like being a goldfish, placed from a small bowl to the ocean. But she couldn’t adjust, for how much was there to adjust to? What was she even adjusting from? Her heartbeat quickened even more as she felt the contraption halt, and she fell limp in the corner. For a moment she thought she was destined to stay captured, stuck there for ever in some hole; Despite that, her thoughts were disproved as she saw a hatch over her starting to open, rays of sunshine peaking into the box.
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Thomas felt his back sink against the tree, the harsh bark of it contrasting to his warm and sun-sick skin beneath his shirt. He rubbed his head and his temples, a deep sigh escaping his lips. Even though he was getting at least a bit used to the Glade, he still couldn’t quite fathom everything. Yeah, he somewhat understood the basics, but what nagged at him was that once trying to delve into the deeper, more intriguing questions, then everything was left with a large question mark. The questions like whoandwhy. The most important ones that he wanted answered- That he knew everyone most likely wanted answered. It all hurt his head when he thought too much about it. And though everyone around him, everyone in the group of boys, everyone in charge, told him to just try and get the best out of their situation and not think too much about it, it just worsened things.
He had to admit they could be right. After all, nights at the fire with his new friends or whatever they hell were could be surprisingly nice and fun. Time to let loose, try to let go, even though he hadn’t had much time to think of exactly what they were letting loose from. But he felt the stress buried beneath them all, that sinking sand everyone experienced and tried, to a certain degree, to not let get the best of them. The sound of an only somewhat familiar blaring alarm caught his attention immediately, and once he saw everyone gathering, following them quickly, he could only guess he wasn’t going to be the greenie anymore.
