Posts by Fadedclaw

{ᴏᴏᴄ; The one that has the best leadership skills, and has proven to be a great friend.

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{ᴏᴏᴄ; Sure, ᏝᎥᏝᎩᏕᏖᏒᏋᏗᎷᏕ ᏰᏗፈᏦᏦᏦ! 》:Ɗ. c:

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{ᴏᴏᴄ; I forgot to mention, the sun has a dimmer glow to it, like a winter sun, but it still emits heat. And there is no weather in the Glade, and it never gets too hot or too cold. c:

{ɪᴄ; "Where the shuck are we?" Sam said, even though she already knew they were in the Glade. Suddenly, a metal lizardlike creature slithered up to her, and a bright red light came from it's face. Eyes? She shrieked, and took a few steps back. Suddenly an alarm went off, and she covered her ears in surprise. The box that they came from opened, and the alarm stopped just as soon as the box came to a halt. She jogged over to it, and found that inside there were running shoes, apples, tomatoes, t-shirts and gym shorts, knives, swords, bows & arrows, soap, and water. So someone was taking care of them, afterall. She knew that if the people that sent them here hadn't given them these things, they could still survive off of the fields of crops in the far corner of the Glade. Plus there were cows, pigs, and chickens."Come on, you shanks! There's some supplies here." She wiped the sweat off her forehead, and climbed into the box, grabbing a sack full of produce. She climbed back up, setting it on the grass, and going down for more.

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{ɪᴄ; "Don't waste supplies!" Sam snapped. "You don't know how long we'll have them." A voice then boomed from the speakers. "Welcome Gladers," it said, "you have been chosen out of thousands to save us. Now, you may question we we chose you, and what you're saving. You will figure it out in time. Try to survive." The voice cut off, and Sam was shaking in anger. "They shucking put us here? How are we-" She cut off from her tantrum, stomping off into the woods. Then, the doors opened, which startled her. Everything was happening so quickly...
The walls seemed to defy all laws of physics, gliding along the stone with ease. It made a screeching noise as it came to a stop. There were more walls outside of the Glade. This is the maze, she thought. Everything seemed familiar. Had she been here before?

{ᴏᴏᴄ; I hate you. Now I have Trypophobia ff.
That actually did freak me out. Lol.

{ɪᴄ; She nodded at Candie. "I definitely agree." She then heard Ron mutter her name, and replied, "what?" She asked, turning towards him. She had a small knife that she'd placed in her pocket from before, taking it out, and she began walking into the maze. "Come on, we better check this place out."

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{ɪᴄ; "Should we chart the maze down?" She wondered out loud. "I think they may have given us paper." She turned to look at Eva. "Why are you even trying to look over the walls? They're hundreds of feet tall, you slinthead." She walked back into the Glade, where all of the stuff was, next to the box. She grabbed a few pieces of paper and a pencil. She then jogged back to the maze.

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{ɪᴄ; Cut the vines with knives when you run by, a voice told her, and watch out for grievers. They'll kill you. "Did you say something?" She'd jumped from the voice being in her head. How had that happened? Telepathy? Did that exist?

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{ɪᴄ; "Eva, wouldn't it be better if we stayed together?" Sam sighed, following her. She marked down the path as they walked along it. She then noticed the sun was almost down, and an alarm sounded, and a screeching noise followed. "The doors," She said out loud. "The doors are closing!" She yelled, running back to the Glade.

{ᴏᴏᴄ; Hope you don't mind that Ron will most likely die out there. :/

{ɪᴄ; Sam barely made it through the doors before they shut. Darkness soon enveloped them, and she felt worry for Ron. "Did he make it through?" Her eyes shone with worry, and she had a fearful look on her face. She sincerely hoped he had. He was the only boy in this group. She didn't understand why he was, though. The rest of them were females.

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{ɪᴄ; Her face lost all color. That person that talked to me said something about grievers.. "The grievers are going to kill him." She then heard Candie's question. It was a great one, that she had no answer for. "Hopefully not for reproduction." She shuddered at the thought. A beetle blade - that's what she decided to call it - watched her from one of the dead trees. She noticed something. It had the letters WICKED painted on its side. What did that stand for? Did it mean that it was bad?

{ᴏᴏᴄ; Dunno how to explain a pissed off voice. Just hoping everyone can think of what I mean, LOL.

{ɪᴄ; Sam felt a surge of anger overwhelm her when Candie said she wouldn't mind it, and her face even turned a bit red. She resisted the urge to slap her. "Okay, go to bed. We need the sleep." She said in a pissed off voice. She was worried about Ron dying. Please don't die, Ron. I love you, she thought right before she lay down. She felt stupid thinking this after they'd just met. And now he was probably going to die. Several tears fell down her face, and she cocooned herself under the blankets before falling asleep.

{ᴏᴏᴄ; Grievers can climb walls. c:
And me Sam and her pervy mind.

{ɪᴄ; Sam had a bit more of an... inappropriate dream with Ron. She woke up an hour or two later, being unable to stand thinking of things like that. She fell asleep for several more hours, and woke up with sunlight shining in on her face. She could hear the walls opening. "The walls are opening! We need to get Ron!" She yelled, and ran out of the shack, barefoot.

{ᴏᴏᴄ; Bump? *cough* [i]someone sign up *cough*[/i]

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{ɪᴄ; Sam embraced Ron without even thinking about it, she, too in tears. "Are you okay? Did the Grievers hurt you?" Her eyes were red and puffy, showing how much she'd cried. She felt silly, but she supposed that was okay if she did. "Ron, I thought you died-" She stopped, and let go of him, not realizing she was still hugging him.

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{ɪᴄ; "Come on, I'll get you some food and you can sleep." Sam couldn't even imagine what he'd seen. She took his hand, walking towards the homestead. There were apples on the table. They hadn't properly made a breakfast yet, so that would have to do.

{ᴏᴏᴄ; Bumpabumpabumpbump.
We're active and stuff come join us I love you <3

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{ᴏᴏᴄ; Your memory was wipe, you don't know recipes. o: You just know the basics of cooking etc.

{ɪᴄ; "Candie, I think I've got this handled," she said with a tight smile. She was obviously jealous of Candie. It was ticking her off about how much she tried to get all over Ron. Sam grabbed an apple and a pear, and headed over to where Ron was sitting. She sat next to him, and gave him the fruit. "This stuff is pretty good," she smiled.

{ᴏᴏᴄ; I move things along too fast I'm sorry I'll go hide in the corner now. :(

{ɪᴄ; "Oh, sorry." She smiled. She took the pear back. "Allergic to apples?" She asked. She wondered if there was anything besides produce downstairs. Like bread or something. She then worked up her courage and kissed Ron on the cheek, out of the blue. It was more of a peck, really. It was stupid that she was doing that so soon, she just didn't know how long they would live. "Ron, I was so worried you were dead," She said, and waited for his reaction to her kiss.

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{ɪᴄ; "Yeah, okay." She said, blushing. She went to her own bed, on the other side of the room. "Candie, why are you crying? You have to be tough to live out here.." or else the grievers will get to you, she thought to herself.