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wegotarunner) wrote2015-02-09 11:47 am
wegotarunner) wrote2015-02-09 11:47 am
Day One, Greenie.
[Open Spam]
[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.]
[Video]
[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.]
[Video]
[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 looks at the older man on the video feed curiously.]
Why?
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Because it's not exactly the kind of news most people just take in stride.
Mazeltov, you've got a twin. Nothing?
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[So having a twin is weird, but not as weird as the feeling of not even knowing what you look like.]
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Why not?
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Water? Glass?
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[And it just hadn't been a priority.]
I know it probably sounds weird.
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[Dean says this like he's confirming something, not like he disbelieves it. It's probably nothing. Nothing ever seems to be anything around here, but one of the very few things Dean still is and always has been is a hunter.]
What's the Glade?
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It's...this outdoor expanse where we were all sent. They were monitoring us for an experiment.
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He's not. He knows how to collect all the impossible details and work his way up from there, no matter how impossible those details are.]
Gonna need more than that.
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I don't really know all the details. I woke up in a metal box and I didn't know what my name was and there were about sixty other guys there already. They said that the Creators sent a new person up once a month.
[He looks frustrated, but he runs a hand over his face.]
It all has something to do with some kind of end of the world event. I don't...know all the details.
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Or maybe ended.]
Sent up a new person once a month to do what? Just hang out, wait around? Or were you supposed to be doing something?
[Were you supposed to fight to the death to lead an army?]
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There was a maze. We had to find the way out. People had been trying for over two years. It changed every night.
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Well, that's a new one on me. What if you didn't?
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If we hadn't gotten out, they would've killed everyone.
[That was the trigger. The motivation to get out. He had it without that, but so many of the others had been okay with just staying in the Glade, like Gally.]
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He tips his head back slightly, eyes narrowing.]
But you did get out.
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Yeah. But I don't know what's left outside of it.
[He's afraid that there probably isn't much, if the video left by Chancellor Paige was anything to go by.]
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[It's an educated guess; Thomas could be an inmate, but he's not nearly confused enough for it, he's not asking enough questions. He clearly doesn't know everything but, well, that seems par for the course with the Admiral.
It's still amazing to Dean, sometimes, what people will do without thinking. Self included.]
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[He doesn't say it like it's funny. Or like he's joking. It's not, and he's not.]
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[Now he's warier than he was before.]
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I can't prove the Admiral is the same kind of creature, but no one else can prove what he is, either.
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[Dean makes a very genuinely disgusted noise, but he doesn't wait:]
The Admiral clearly isn't human. Humans can't do what he promises and what he does. So what is he, then? Where's he getting the power? What good are lost souls to him, and what's he get out of giving you wishes? It ain't out of the goodness of his heart.
Congratulations. You just accepted candy from a goddamn stranger just like you were always told not to.
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It hits a little too close to home, is a little too much of a reminder of Gally and all his accusations.]
Maybe it'll end badly like you think. Maybe it won't. But at least I did something. At least I'm trying to figure it out.
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