The Maze Runner (Role Play) discussion

The forest is a dark, dense area in the Glade. Gladers sometimes come here, and Beetle Blades keep watch from here.

Wendy stood at the rim of the forest punching a tree, she was upset. The tree had marks in it from previous attacks, and Wendy's hands were wet in blood.

"Wendy!"

Alex's eyes widened with concern. He started running. He stopped a few feet away from her and looked at her bloodstained hands.

"Oh, Wendy," he sighed with relief. "I--what are you doing?"

"Punching a tree, what else?"

Wendy stops and wipes her knuckles on her pants. From many incidents before, her hands were still cut up and bruised. This time, her hands were bleeding.

Alex lifted her hand and examined it.

"Wendy." His tone was serious. "I am calling a MedJack. Why were you punching a tree anyway?!"

"Don't be such a little girl. I punched a tree because i was angry, simple as that." Wendy's knuckles were still bleeding, but she just wiped them off again.

"I'm not the little girl here," Alex said. "Don't be immature. You should have that looked at. Why were you angry."

He sat on the rock beside her, still holding her injured hands and inspecting the wounds.

"Well, punching a tree is better than punching a glader." Wendy mumbled as she looked at the tree. She had punched it hard enough to make creases in it's trunk.

"Oh, Wendy," Alex sighed. He finished his examination. "No broken bones, far as I can tell. You won't be able to move your fingers tomorrow morning, though. And the cuts are deep. Eeegh," he shuddered. "I can practically see the bone underneath. Come, Wendy. I know a little MedJack girl, she won't say a word to anyone. Just let her see them."

Wendy only sighs and nods.

Alex dropped her hand and led her back through the forest.

((Move to "hospital"??))

((Yup ;)))

"Wendy!" Alex felt like an idiot. And a complete jerk. He should have come out earlier. He should have followed Wendy immediately. Alex leaned against a tree, feeling sore and exhausted. He ran a hand through his hair and stopped when his knuckles brushed the tree trunk. It was wet. He pulled his hand away, and saw the blood smeared on his hand. He swore and jumped to his feet. He just hoped it wasn't Wendy's.

Alex ran though the trees, jumping at every snapped twig around him. He couldn't understand why he was so jittery. He took a deep breath. "Wendy?" He called again.

Wendy would sit in one of the trees in the woods, she starring at the walls.

Alex trampled through the forest, no longer worrying about making noise. He ran past Wendy's tree twice before he saw her.

"Wendy," he said, dropping to the ground beside her. There was nothing else to say. Alex cursed himself silently, again. "Wendy. You must be freezing."

Alex took Wendy's hand and frowned. "Wendy, it's freezing." He shrugged off his coat and tossed it in her direction. Alex was flushed from his run through the forest, and wasn't cold.

***

Lena shuddered slightly as they stepped into the cool shade of the forest, grateful that she was not alone. This place, along with the maze, obviously, was the setting for most of her nightmares. She knew that grievers couldn't get here, but that didn't stop her from jumping slightly whenever she heard the snap of a twig or the hiss of a breath in the forest. Did Greivers breath? Lena wasn't sure, and she didn't want to find out.

"So..." she smiled at Kai, grateful for his presence as they stood side by side, the tiny space between them warmer and safer than the rest of the forest. Lena wanted to step closer, but she didn't. She couldn't.

((I figure since this topic hasn't been updated in a LONG time, over a month, jeez, I would start a new line of story here.))

((Great idea... RP with me? My charrie is Lena, a runner... Or Alex, one of the leaders, lol.))

Steven walks into the forest with the bucket of crumbs and klunk. "Time to do what every Slopper does after they fill their bucket. Dump it all into the forest." he said digging a hole with his hands. After he finished digging a hole deep enough to hide the odor, he dumped the contents of the bucket in and covered the hole back up. "Phew. Now to make sure nobody saw that to maintain the Slopper's Secret." Steven said as he climbed up a tree.

((Herro? You here?))

After waiting for a few hours, Steven pulled out his pocket knife from the Box and tried cutting his arm when he grabbed himself and forced the blade away from his arm, dropping it onto the ground with a clang.

Lena dropped her sleeve, trying to smother the tears that threatened to spill over once more. Taking a deep breath, she forced the shudders to subside and blinked, the skin around her eyes rubbed raw from her desperately clawing at her eyes to make the tears stop.

She would never cry in front of the other Gladers. To them, she was the fearless Keeper of the Runners. To see Lena cry would be like seeing a dancing Griever - it just didn't happen. But sometimes, she couldn't help it.

At times like this, when the sun had long since set, and it was so dark that she could only see a hazy ghost outline of her hand, hovering in front of her face. It was at times like this when the nightmares came. And there wasn't anything she could do about it. As the Keeper of the Runners, the most experienced, the best of them, Lena had seen a lot more than a girl of her age should have. She had watched people die, watched their emaciated bodies rotting away in the Maze, watched them desperately fall behind and stumble into the clutches of a Griever. She had seen people go insane because of what the Grievers had done, had seen people, friends ripped apart in front of her eyes. And Lena had just kept running. Because she had to.

It wasn't like the people she had left for dead didn't get their revenge. They haunted her every night, their pale, barely recognisable faces. The people that made her hate herself for what she had done to them. Lena was just a child. But here, in the Glade, that didn't matter. She had been forced to grow up.

And sometimes, that was more than she could bear.

Sighing, Lena took another deep breath and forced herself up, pushing down on the gritty ground with pale, frozen palms. She walked slowly, making her way across the forest trail that she now new so well. Every step, every sound was familiar.

Aside from that one.

Lena whirled at the sound of the clang, her dagger in hand in a heartbeat, ready to fight. "Who's there?" she called out, her voice steady and authoritative.

Steven climbed down the tree slowly. "Woah, hey, its just me, your average everyday Slopper. Just cleaned and since I went through the Changing, tried to stab myself. Hey, can ya toss me my knife?" he said nonchalantly.

Lena breathed a sigh of relief, slipping her dagger back into her belt and frowning at him. "It's late, Slopper," she rolled her eyes. "You scared me."

Lena glanced at the ground, trying to make out the details of the leaves below. After a moment of stumbling around, her fingers scrabbling at the dirt until they finally closed around something cold, hard and unmistakeably metal. The knife. She picked it up, tossing it towards Steven, blade down.

"Here," she said before frowning slightly. "Use it wisely, Slopper. I don't want to see you down here again...like this..." She wasn't really sure what she was implying. She just didn't want him to use the knife to kill himself, or try to again. After a moment, her expression cleared slightly. Almost amused, she asked, as though it had just occurred to her, "Hey Slopper? You got a name?"

"Yeah, name's Steven. Been ignored since I came here so I call myself Hawk. As for the stabbing, I WAS a runner, but then the Griever stung me and I changed to a slopper to avoid danger." he replied.

Lena bristled slightly. Yes, the job was dangerous and scary on so many different levels. But she would fight to find a way out, no matter what it took. Still, she had never been stung, so she wasn't going to judge this boy too quickly. "Steven," she nodded, acknowledging his name, testing it out on her tongue. After a moment, she offered him her hand. It hovered, pale and slender, long fingered and ghostly in the dim lightly. "Lena. Keeper of the Runners..." She paused. "I, uh, don't seem to remember your...runner days..." She couldn't help but ask. "Were you a runner before my time here or..." She flushed. "Or am I just unbelievably ignorant?"

It was a possibility, but Lena wasn't sure. She knew most of the Runners on a personal level, from little, eleven year old Nina to Harry, who was about six foot four and three years older than her. She would have noticed a Runner like Steven, wouldn't she? Or was she just as ignorant as the rest?

Steven took the hand. "Like I said, I was ignored. In fact, I didn't even come back my first day. Thats how I got stung."

((Hello?))

Steven started walking out of the forest back to cleaning the Mess Hall as he's sure that the Gladers have eaten their fair share at this time. "I should get going. See ya." he said.

Lena sighed, running a hand through her hair. Okay, maybe she hadn't acknowledged his presence, but he'd only lasted a day, apparently, so, in her mind, that was somewhat forgiven. Pity, though. He looked like he would make a good Runner. She smiled slightly, "Well. I think most would prefer being a Runner, to, you know...Slopping?" She wasn't sure what the technical term was, but for now, that would do. Sighing, she admitted. "Most of them would change their minds after a day on the job, though. I nearly did..." She flushed slightly at the memory. "I didn't though. And I'm glad I didn't. Not exactly happy, but I wouldn't give it up. You...like being a Slopper?"

She wasn't sure if that was a valid question. Sure, 'Slopping' was fairly safe, but no one could argue that it was in any pleasant. She hoped she wasn't keeping him waiting... She could smell the sweet scent of roasting food from across the Glade, and a pang of hunger hit her like a physical blow. "Yeah, I should go too..."

"I don't LIKE it, per say, but you know what? Maybe it's fun to take risks from time to time. Maybe since I was a runner before, they'd let me back in." Steven said, catching up to Lena.

Lena furrowed her brow slightly, unsure of who the question was addressed to. Who 'they' were. As the Keeper of Runners, decisions like that would normally fall to her. But she wasn't sure she had the answer. Was it her place to allow him back in, or should she clear it with Wendy or Alex?

Lena's shoes were soaked through from the dew-soaked fields, and, glancing down at them, she groaned inwardly. As her only pair of running shoes, those were going to leave killer blisters when she used them the next day. Lena knew from experience that soggy shoes were never good for running.

As he caught up to her, she considered his question briefly,before smiling at him, ever so slightly. "We'll see."

((So to the Homestead?))

Charlie was obviously going to be beat by Riley. There was no fighting that funny fact.

Riley runs into here "I....lost ..to..you" she pants in between breaths

"Wha... What?" Charlie said out of breath as well.

"You........win" she pant/laughs. She falls onto the ground laughing

( now THIS is me)

Charlie laughs a little, falling onto his butt next to her. "I never win! Thats crazy! :

"I'm just really slow" she said smirking. She had let him win. She squeezed his hand

Charles held her hand with a smile. "Well I suppose we should get to know eachother better. Whats your favorite color?"

"Green" she said "I like the color of the vines. You?"

"Orange. Like a sunset" Charlie said with a nod as if reminiscing.

"What's your favorite hair color?" She said with a wide smile

"Hazel, but red is definitely tied" Charlie said with a wink.

(Lol, Riley is a brunette. I'm a redhead)

(Oh yeah, I'm stupid. I had read red. Just pretend i said brunette or something)