[[ OOC; so thomas is a traumatized teenager from the pandemic future that's been basically tortured for science to find a cure and he's pissed and jumpy/neurotic as fuck now. while he's from the books rather than the movies, the films do give a really good vibe and feel for the world so a quick idea of what kind of crap is in thomas's head, so here's the first movie trailer and the second movie trailer. For the power, I'm playing with the idea of Biokinesis for now. ]]
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[ The mud and chalky, charcoal debris from explosions still clinging to his old, worm boots leaves a small but stark trail behind Thomas against the pure, clinical white of the Station hallways, and his footsteps seem to echo eerily as he wanders the halls. Honestly, he wishes it were louder, enough to cover up the incessant murmur in the back of his head - his brood, the rest of the nest, whatever else Thomas is sure was shoved into his brain while he was asleep. A story that's far, far too familiar to him, enough it makes him sick.
Puking isn't productive, though, and it isn't going to help him get out of here and back to the others. He was an idiot to follow that woman here, but that's already done and finished. Time to focus on the present - figuring out where the hell he is and getting out of here. That's what takes him through the twists and turns of the station, through the gardens and the training rooms, and finally to the rec room, where he heads for the small library, glancing a moment at the other hosts lingering, before he starts to page through things. Eventually, he speaks up. ]
Has anyone actually seen this Enemy they're talking about us having to fight? [ He's half speaking to the others in the room, and half just muttering it to himself, at least that first part. ] Is there any proof, besides what those two tell us of anything?
[ The next, he looks up from the book in his hands to glance back at the others, voice more clear and eyes darting from one to the other. ] What about the symbiote? They say removing it from our heads will kill us, but has anyone tried it?
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[ It's his first mission, first time away from the Station, and Thomas only barely came along for the ride, mostly because sitting at the Station clearly wasn't going to get him anywhere as far as progress towards going home goes. But all of this sets a deep rift of unease in him. It's a political coup they're supposed to be subverting here, at this beautiful party, in a city that seems peaceful and prosperous, healthy, from the few days he's been here. Of course, that's only been just a few days, and they haven't seen deeper yet. It doesn't stop his mind from running wild, though. ]
(They're inside our heads, how're we supposed to trust anything we hear or see or feel or think? ) [ Of course, Thomas doesn't really intend for this stream of consciousness to leak out to everyone else, but that's the problem with Thomas's brain - it's always on doubletime, and it's loud. Still fresh into the Nest, he hasn't quite learned how to control it. Or maybe he's only meaning this to go to one person, but it ends up broadcast through all of them. Great, Tommy, shut the hell up. ]
(Maybe we're helping these people, yeah, but maybe we're massacring them. You know?) [ He goes on, as he moves through the Masquerade, elegant mask obscuring his face but making him feel suffocated in the process, eyes darting, jittery, from door to door. ] (How do we know we're not the actual Enemy here, and whatever we're fighting is just trying to stop the symbiote from spreading through the rest of the universe?)
[ Maybe this political coup needs to happen. The last time he'd seen one, he'd been leading it, after all, and for a damn good reason. ]
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[ A native they've just ran down and captured had done something truly horrific, maybe set of a bomb in a crowded building, filled with innocent people. Maybe they were refugees in this scum hole of a planet, and someone was trying to make a statement. Unfortunately for them, Thomas is an incredibly good runner, and he's the first to catch the fleeing culprit, tackling them down, with hands digging into the alien's shoulders, grappling with his arms.
He's shouting, and it would've been clear long before he'd taken off after the bomber that Thomas is Upset. Losing it kind of upset, ready to murder kind of upset, and regardless of whatever's being screamed in his head from broodmates or the rest of the Nest, he's dead to it. He's screaming at this criminal, things like why would you and all those people and they were just trying to survive. He's near dead to what's happening as well - where Thomas's hands are touching the bomber's skin, blackness spreads out through their veins, spidery and deathly. The criminal is writhing and yelping, and Thomas doesn't so much as notice until he spits up a fountain of black, inky liquid, eyes bloodshot and skin sickly pale. Thankfully, someone pulls Thomas off, and it shakes him enough to notice what he's doing. ]
I'm-- I'm sorry. [ He sputters out, after a long few moments of shaking with rage, looking over their prisoner in horror. He jerks, moving away from whoever'd pulled him up, and holds his hands together against his chest, like he's trying to control them there, keep them far from anyone else. ] God, I'm so sorry. Shuck, I can't touch them again, somebody else --
[ Apparently his Biokinesis is too deeply rooted in his emotions, so letting Thomas touch this person again means executing them, probably. ]
Thomas | The Maze Runner (novels)
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[ The mud and chalky, charcoal debris from explosions still clinging to his old, worm boots leaves a small but stark trail behind Thomas against the pure, clinical white of the Station hallways, and his footsteps seem to echo eerily as he wanders the halls. Honestly, he wishes it were louder, enough to cover up the incessant murmur in the back of his head - his brood, the rest of the nest, whatever else Thomas is sure was shoved into his brain while he was asleep. A story that's far, far too familiar to him, enough it makes him sick.
Puking isn't productive, though, and it isn't going to help him get out of here and back to the others. He was an idiot to follow that woman here, but that's already done and finished. Time to focus on the present - figuring out where the hell he is and getting out of here. That's what takes him through the twists and turns of the station, through the gardens and the training rooms, and finally to the rec room, where he heads for the small library, glancing a moment at the other hosts lingering, before he starts to page through things. Eventually, he speaks up. ]
Has anyone actually seen this Enemy they're talking about us having to fight? [ He's half speaking to the others in the room, and half just muttering it to himself, at least that first part. ] Is there any proof, besides what those two tell us of anything?
[ The next, he looks up from the book in his hands to glance back at the others, voice more clear and eyes darting from one to the other. ] What about the symbiote? They say removing it from our heads will kill us, but has anyone tried it?
［Ｂ］ ＴＨＥ ＳＣＥＰＴＲＥ ＋ ＭＡＳＱＵＥＲＡＤＥ；
[ It's his first mission, first time away from the Station, and Thomas only barely came along for the ride, mostly because sitting at the Station clearly wasn't going to get him anywhere as far as progress towards going home goes. But all of this sets a deep rift of unease in him. It's a political coup they're supposed to be subverting here, at this beautiful party, in a city that seems peaceful and prosperous, healthy, from the few days he's been here. Of course, that's only been just a few days, and they haven't seen deeper yet. It doesn't stop his mind from running wild, though. ]
( They're inside our heads, how're we supposed to trust anything we hear or see or feel or think? ) [ Of course, Thomas doesn't really intend for this stream of consciousness to leak out to everyone else, but that's the problem with Thomas's brain - it's always on doubletime, and it's loud. Still fresh into the Nest, he hasn't quite learned how to control it. Or maybe he's only meaning this to go to one person, but it ends up broadcast through all of them. Great, Tommy, shut the hell up. ]
( Maybe we're helping these people, yeah, but maybe we're massacring them. You know? ) [ He goes on, as he moves through the Masquerade, elegant mask obscuring his face but making him feel suffocated in the process, eyes darting, jittery, from door to door. ] ( How do we know we're not the actual Enemy here, and whatever we're fighting is just trying to stop the symbiote from spreading through the rest of the universe? )
[ Maybe this political coup needs to happen. The last time he'd seen one, he'd been leading it, after all, and for a damn good reason. ]
［Ｃ］ ＳＣＵＭ ＡＬＷＡＹＳ ＬＩＶＥＳ；
[ A native they've just ran down and captured had done something truly horrific, maybe set of a bomb in a crowded building, filled with innocent people. Maybe they were refugees in this scum hole of a planet, and someone was trying to make a statement. Unfortunately for them, Thomas is an incredibly good runner, and he's the first to catch the fleeing culprit, tackling them down, with hands digging into the alien's shoulders, grappling with his arms.
He's shouting, and it would've been clear long before he'd taken off after the bomber that Thomas is Upset. Losing it kind of upset, ready to murder kind of upset, and regardless of whatever's being screamed in his head from broodmates or the rest of the Nest, he's dead to it. He's screaming at this criminal, things like why would you and all those people and they were just trying to survive. He's near dead to what's happening as well - where Thomas's hands are touching the bomber's skin, blackness spreads out through their veins, spidery and deathly. The criminal is writhing and yelping, and Thomas doesn't so much as notice until he spits up a fountain of black, inky liquid, eyes bloodshot and skin sickly pale. Thankfully, someone pulls Thomas off, and it shakes him enough to notice what he's doing. ]
I'm-- I'm sorry. [ He sputters out, after a long few moments of shaking with rage, looking over their prisoner in horror. He jerks, moving away from whoever'd pulled him up, and holds his hands together against his chest, like he's trying to control them there, keep them far from anyone else. ] God, I'm so sorry. Shuck, I can't touch them again, somebody else --
[ Apparently his Biokinesis is too deeply rooted in his emotions, so letting Thomas touch this person again means executing them, probably. ]