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"It'll be okay, Brid--"Paizlie was cut off by an ear piercing scream from Bryant.
Bryant wasn't sure where the screams were coming from until he realized it was him. Just when he was about to give up, that he would never get out of this blackness a slight wind started to pick up that quickly turned into a gray tornado ripping at his clothes and hair. Then a thick mist started to head toward him. He tried to run away but he couldn't move, he tried to scream for help but it was no use.Bridget held Bryant's hand even tighter like if she let go she would loose him. His body started moving like it was trying to get away.
Paizlie frowned. "I better go find Emmett." Honestly, she hated seeing how much Bryant meant to Bridget.
Bryant didn't know how long he struggled to run from the mist. It was like the maze. You couldn't escape. Finally the mist reached him and consumed him. As soon as it did memories started coming back. Like a vacuum had sucked them all out and now that vacuum was put in reverse. There were horrible memories and good ones too. They just kept coming. His brain felt like it was about to explode. Then the pain started. His entire body was in pain.
Bridget let the tears slide down her cheek. She didn't really have a choice she couldn't stop them. She didn't want to watch this but she couldn't leave.
Bryant watched all the memories like a slide show in fast forward. Then one caught his eye. It was him and Bridget. They were talking to each other but their mouths weren't moving. They were talking to each other, with their minds. He decided to try it. Bridget? Bridget was startled. She had heard Bryant's voice in her head. He was saying her name. No your just paranoid. She told herself.
Bryant saw another flash by. Apparently Bridget had problems with it. Bridget, it's me and I know you can hear me. Try to talk back. Please!
Bridget was startled. Okay maybe I wasn't imagining that. She tried to say something back. Is that really you?
Bryant waited a while but nothing came.
Paizlie left the room to go find Emmett.Emmett was still sitting on the grass. Paizlie headed over to him and sat down. "Another victim." He said and smiled at her.
Bryant finally decided she either couldn't hear him or couldn't talk back. Bridget? I can't hear you. Hopefully you can hear me. I won't be able to say anything because I'm in enough pain as it is and this gives me a headache. It wasn't your fault. Bridget was shocked. Had he suddenly developed the ability to read minds along with the ability to talk in her mind. She did blame herself. Of course it was her fault. She watched his body. It was moving like it was tied back and trying to escape. She couldn't watch anymore so she turned away and stared at the wall.
((Yeah, sorry. Something exciting needs to happen and we need more people.))
(( Ya didn't we get two new people recently that haven't posted yet?? ))
((I'm waiting for a good time to arrive in the box? should we do that now?))
(( Ya go right ahead!! ))Bridget felt the tears roll down her cheek. Then she wiped them away. She wasn't about to turn all mushy.
Bryant watched the memories fly by. There were many with him and Bridget in them. One stood out. They were standing outside a door.
(( Haha I'm totally steeling this from the book. ))
Bridget leaned up against the door and motioned for him to do the same. He reluctantly put his ear to the door. "Do you think this will work?" A mans voice said. "Does it really matter? We'll all be dead by then. If the four kids pull it off than we have saved humanity. If they don't then everybody will be dead with us." That was a woman's voice. Bryant realized that two of the kids were him and Bridget. "All the original designers. Gone. Only the kids will be left." The mans voice said and then he started walking towards the door. Bridget motioned for them to go and Bryant followed quickly.
((Soooo should i say like an alarm sounds and the box opens and so on?))
(( Ya you can either start your charrie in the box or you can start when the box opens, it doesn't really matter ))
(( Ember I was reading back through what we have roleplayed so far and I realized you had originally called Emmett Merlin. Was that by accident or did you change his name?? ))
((alright i'll just do my best then!!))Emerson's eyes flutter open to darkness, and she realizes she's lying on cool metal. She waits for her eyes to adjust but they don't frustrating her into panic mode. Where am I? What's going on? Emerson slowly runs her fingers along the surface under her, to try and understand her surroundings. About two feet away from her she reaches a wall, and stands up only to fall down again when it seems as if an earthquake has struck. Her head smashes into floor and she blacks out.
Next thing she knows she's waking up to a ring of teenagers standing above her. "Who are you guys? Where am I, what's going on?" She sits up and groans from the pain pulsing through her head.
((Lol, no. That was intenuonal. "Merlin" is like another way of saying a holy figure, ya know? In other words, she was kinda like "Heck no." And such.))Emmett smiled down at her and Paizlie did the same. "Welcome to The Glade." He said.
Paizlie's long blonde hair seemed to glow in the Glade's artificial sun. She smirked as she watched the confused look on the new girll's face.
"And your name is?" Emerson says with a frustrated look on her face. She took this moment to contemplate her surroundings. There was a towering stone wall on all sides of this 'glade', with openings on each wall leading into long corridors. Emerson looked back at the boy who had spoken to her. He had a warm smile on his face that made her feel anything but comforted.
"Emmett." He responded, offering a hand down to her. "Paizlie." She responded, standing a bit back. "And you?"
((Oh. My. God. I got post 333 this seems lucky to me...sorry just had to mention that XD))"Emerson." She says gaining back her self-confidence. She grabs Emmett's hand and jumps out of the elevator sort of thing. "Someone explain this whole place right now. What the hell is going on, and why am I here."
Paizlie chuckles drily. "Think of yourself as a experiment Guinea Pig. The Glade is surrounded by this...maze. Our task? Survive."Emmett shrugged at her words sadly and folded his arms.
(( Oh got it!! ))Bridget had heard the alarms but had decided to stay put. Now she wanted to go see the new kid that would replace her and Bryant as the greenies. She got up and started walking towards the door.
Bryant heard the screams again. He knew they were coming from him but he couldn't stop.
Bridget turned right around and went back to his side.
Emerson smirks, "Sounds absolutely wonderful, kinda reminds me of candy and rainbows." She looks around at all the people, inspecting each and every one. Finally she sighs, "So where do I go from here?"
Paizlie frowned, not liking the girl's attitude. She glanced at Emmett, her eyes giving the simple request: "Can I hurt her?"He laughed at Paizlie and looked toward Emerson. "I'll grab a Slopper to get you a sleeping bag and then we'll fix you up with sone food, maybe show you around a bit."
"Well, alright then." Emerson walked through the crowd of kids and over to a shaded patch of grass, near one of the walls. She plopped down leaning against the cool stone, and then finally let her confident exterior crack. She broke into tears that shook her entire body. Emerson wanted to miss home and her parents and anyone or anything from her past but she just couldn't. She couldn't remember anything. Everything up until the crazy elevator ride was a blur of faces, and places.
Emmett sighed, knowing this was his time to now comfort the greenie. Paizlie was too rough, harsh sometimes. He could tell Emerson just needed some comfort. He sat across from her and frowned. "Hey. Hey, everything's going to be okay. You're confused. Scared. I know how you feel. Nothing makes sense. Just stick with me, okay?"
Emerson jumped at the sound of Emmett's voice, she hadn't thought anyone had seen her cry. She hurriedly wiped her face clean of tear marks, and looked off towards the buildings on the other side of the glade. "Does it ever get any better?"
He offered her a warm smile. "Of course it does. You'll get the hang of things soon enough."
For the first time since she'd woken up in the box, Emerson smiled. "And can you inform me of when soon starts?"
"Not quite. But I'll get you a tour around, is that okay?" He spoke, the comforting grin never leaving.
"Sure, I'll just wait here then." Emerson said leaning back against the stone wall once more.
"Okay."He then turned around to walk away, calling a nearby Slopper to get her a sleeping bag and feed her.
Meanwhile, Paizlie had gone up the Homestead stairs to see how Bryant was doing. She knocked gently on the wood of the door and smiled to herself.
"Come in." Bridget said. The screaming had stopped a little while ago but Bryant still didn't look to good.
Paizlie walked in. "Hey Bridget, how is he doing?"
"He's doing better. At least he stopped screaming." Bridget said.
She nodded and sat by Bridget. "He's going to be different when he awakes."
"I know." Bridget said sadly. She didn't want him to be different but he was going to be and she needed to be prepared for that.
The Pain continued and Bryant didn't know how long he would be able to take this. He tried to focus on the memories hoping something would help them get out of here.
"Emmett changed." Paizlie muttered. "I thought he didn't change. But...he did."She looked over at Bryant.
"Ya well. He's still the same Emmett inside right? I mean he is still the same person just a little different. Right?" Bridget asked hopefully.
"I don't know anymore." Paizlie whispered, wondering where he was now.
Bridget sighed. She didn't know what she was going to do if Bryant was different.(( I won't be posting for the rest of today. ))
Bridget fell asleep eventually laying on the floor.
Paizlie sadly smiled and nodded to the medicks. They told her that Bryant should awake any moment. She stared at Bryant for a bit, waiting for him to awake.((He should wake up. But not Bridget.))
Bryant opened his eyes. "Wha..." He said sorta wearily.
"Bryant!" Paizlie whispered. "How are you feeling?"
"Queasy" Bryant said grabbing his stomach.
Bridget turned around and flashed a sad smile at Paizlie, who knew what it was like to be going through this.