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wegotarunner) wrote2015-02-09 11:47 am
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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.
[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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You should have a shower or a bathtub in your cabin. [Or both, or maybe neither, if he comes from somewhere that doesn't have those.
Based on his clothes, he'd guess he does have one.] Change of clothes, too. It'll help.
[Not much, but it'll help. He's speaking from experience.]
I'm sorry.
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[He has no idea how to go about doing that. Or if his room will have a shower or a bathtub. The guy's apology surprises him, though.]
Why are you apologizing?
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[And he knows how surreal it all feels after you've gone through something that's left you covered in someone else's blood.]
I had a key in my pocket when I got here. [Which he hadn't realized at first, because his uniform's got lots of pockets and he had a lot of other things on his mind at the time. But:] It should be somewhere familiar. I recognized my door.
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[There hasn't been much time between Chuck dying and Thomas agreeing to make a deal with the Admiral and actually showing up on the ship, he's right. He reaches into his pockets. Sure enough, he finds a key immediately and he stares at it for a second, resting in his hand. There's no question it's the key to his room here. He definitely hadn't had other keys on him.
It's the rest of what the young man has to say that troubles him.]
What if...you don't remember ever having a door?
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What do you mean?
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The last place I was -- there weren't really any buildings. Not with doors anyway. There were sort of...makeshift shelters.
And before that...[He shakes his head, swallows.] I don't really remember anything.
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I can help you look? [Even if it might wind up taking a while.] But if you'd rather eat first, I can show you where the mess hall is.
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[He's not sure he'll be able to eat with the amount of blood on his clothes and skin. Plus he doesn't want to scare people by showing up to eat looking like he must look.]
Thank you.
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Alright. [Fair enough. Gene's definitely not arguing.] Cabins're this way.
[He points towards the door to below decks, and takes a step or two in that direction, glancing back at Thomas to make sure the new guy's following him.]
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What's your name?
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Thomas.
[No last name. He probably has one, but he doesn't actually know it.]
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But he does glance back over his shoulder at him again, and cautiously throw out the offer for more conversation as they head down the stairs.] Where were you, before the Admiral got you?
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It was called the Glade. [He hesitates.] Have you heard of it?
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[And yes it's every bit as weird as it sounds.]
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[It's probably a stupid question to ask - from what he's said so far, Thomas hasn't made it sound like he'd know much about the why - but he's curious.
Although by the way...]
You see anything familiar, lemme know.
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It was some kind of experiment.
[Even saying the words now makes him feel a little ill. It was something he'd helped with, even though so many pieces are missing -- he knows he helped WICKED.]
I'm not sure I'm going to recognize a door. [He grimaces a little, rubbing the back of his neck.]