wegotarunner | Day One, Greenie.

Day One, Greenie.

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[Thomas arrives on the deck of the ship with a look of weariness not only on his features, but one that's settled into his shoulders. Chuck's carving is still clutched tightly in his hand. There's still blood on his clothes. On his hands. His face is streaked with dirt and sweat and blood from a cut above his eye and another on his cheek.

So this is the Barge.

He looks up at the sky with wide eyes, momentarily distracted by the sight and forgetting the events of the last few hours. But only momentarily. He blinks himself out of his dazed stupor and rubs a hand over his face. It takes him a moment to get his bearings. The first thing he needs to do is find his room, and take a long, hot shower. Change his clothes. Get something to eat. It's been hours since he last ate anything and his stomach isn't happy about it.

And then he's going to explore the Barge, find out where everything is. Figure out what to do from there. He's sure there's a lot to learn about this place, about the people he's now sharing space with. He's not completely thrilled about having to meet a whole slew of new people. People who won't know him, who will probably treat him like an outsider. Like he's not to be trusted.

Truthfully, he's still not sure should be. He remembers Newt's words. That who he used to be doesn't matter, it's who he is now that counts. And he can't save them if he focuses on things he can't do anything about. He has to stay focused.

For Newt. For Minho. For Teresa. For Alby. Ben. Even for Gally.

But most of all, for Chuck.]

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[Thomas appears on screen looking better than he had only an hour ago for those who ran into him on the way from the deck to his room. He's cleaned up, all the blood and sweat and dirt gone from his skin. The cut above his eye and the one on his cheek are still there but they look a little less angry now. He also looks a little hesitant, like he's not sure about this.]

Someone said I should introduce myself.

I'm Thomas.

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[He hears the dog before he sees either of them. But he doesn't have time to fully turn around before a pretty redhead is standing in front of him, the little dog sniffing at him.

Thomas starts when she lays a hand on his shoulder. The way she reacts makes him think she knows him, but the likelihood of that is so slim. Isn't it?]

Do you know me?

[When he turns around, she pauses. After staring at him for a full moment, she takes a step back. He doesn't feel like Stiles. And the hair-- she just spoke with this-- with him.]

Are you Thomas?

[He looks at her warily even as she takes a step back from him.]

You do know me.

[And by the look on her face, he's going to guess it's not a good memory. He swallows hard.]

Kind of. [But she scared him away last time, so she'll be more careful this time. She has to find out who he really is.]

Were you just in the-- Glades?

[His eyes widen just a little as he stares at her.]

Who are you? Did you work with WICKED, too?

[Lydia shakes her head slightly, pursing her lips together. She's not gonna lie to him but now that he's actually there, she's pretty sure he's not actually the Nogitsune.]

No, I don't. But whoever they are, they aren't here. And you're safe.

But you know me.

[He doesn't understand because it doesn't make sense. She wasn't in the Glade. But if she isn't from WICKED, how could she possibly know him?]

How do you know me?

Not a lot. I've met you briefly.

[She takes a deep breath. He looks freaked out, but not extremely freaked out.]

Do you know where you are?

[He's freaked out, but not necessarily afraid. He's curious. He wants to know how she knows him at all.]

Yeah. Yeah, the Barge.

Are you a Warden?

[Because he knows where he is, and he seems comfortable with it, so she's not entirely sure.]

[Comfortable is relative. He can't remember the last time he actually was comfortable. What he's used to is not knowing what's going on. At least this time he has an advantage, however slight.]

Yeah. Are you?

Yeah.

[As a show of trust, she takes a step forward but doesn't touch him this time.]

Are you hurt?

[Not physically. Not really, anyway. A few scrapes and bruises, minor things that he's not worried about. He looks down for a second, at his clothes, then shuts his eyes, shakes his head.]

No.

I can help you find your cabin, or get you a change of clothes, if you need. [Obviously Stiles' clothes would fit him, if necessary.

That and she just wants to help somehow because even though he's obviously not Stiles, he still looks a lot more like him than the Nogitsune did when it had his body.]

[He lets out a shaky breath. He's barely been here ten minutes and there've already been so many offers of help. It's a much warmer welcome than he got when he first showed up in the Glade. At least no one's thrown him in a pit by himself yet.]

How do you know me?

[His voice is small. Tired.]

I don't know much about you.

[And although she doesn't wanna give him everything she knows right away, she figures the best way of gaining his trust is by being honest.]

There was a glitch on the Barge's network a few days ago. We spoke very briefly but people who aren't on the barge tend not to remembed these things.

[As she probably expects, he has no idea what she's talking about. His eyebrows furrow. He definitely doesn't remember that. Then again, there's not much he does remember, so it probably shouldn't be a surprise, and it shouldn't catch him off guard. It still kinda does. But only a little.]

Oh.

[She takes a deep breath and picks up her communicator, scrolling back to her own message, then showing it to him.]

Here.

[He eyes her warily for a moment, then looks down at the device in her hand, staring at the conversation that the two of them had, but that he has no memory of.

One more thing he doesn't know about his life shouldn't matter. Shouldn't make a difference. He rubs a hand over his face, his fingers curling around the carving in his other hand. Chuck's.]

Yeah, I don't remember any of that.

[He looks like he's been through a lot. Most of them have been when they get here, though. So she doesn't wanna ask him why he's here.]

Do you want me to help you try to find your cabin? Or maybe get something to eat?

[He's glad she doesn't ask. He's not ready to talk about it yet. He wavers between wanting to shower, needing to sleep, and needing to eat something. He scratches the cut above his eye, wincing a little.]

You don't have to. If you just -- tell me where I could find something to eat I can probably find it okay.

[He glances down at the small dog, who's now whining at his feet. He glances at Lydia and then hesitantly kneels down and lets the pup sniff his fingers before petting him gently behind the ears.]

He barks a lot, but he's a good dog.

[And she won't acknowledge that he turned down her offer, instead, she'll just kind of guide him to the kitchens, at least. She feels kind of responsible for him, so she'll just continue their conversation.]

You'll probably get called Stiles a lot. At least for a while.

[He nods absently as the dog patiently allows Thomas to pet him. Then he glances up at Lydia with a furrowed brow.]

Stiles? [He shakes his head.] Right. Your boyfriend. That's his name.

Yeah, that's his name.

[She smiles as she watches Prada shifting closer to him, she doubts they smell the same, since they're different people.]

You two look a lot alike, here. [She reaches for her phone then shows him her background picture.]

[He hesitantly reaches out and takes the phone from her, staring at the picture of Stiles and Lydia together. So that's what he looks like. It's been weird not knowing.]

He looks older than sixteen?

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