Are You Sure You're Up to This? {Athena, Marrick, Wentworth}

[cameo]

Athena Sconosciuto

Another restless night is solely what awaits for me beyond this meal. Silence rumbles amongst the bites of sweetness, the mediocre reward for pathetically consuming all vegetables. Children we may be, while it rings of an improper tittle when they’re prepping us for ultimate slaughter. Rules and regulations schedule every minute of supposed freedom prior to entering the unforgiving Maze, and angst stirs within me because of this. So without even awaiting to be excused from desert, I breach from my seat without an explanation to follow.

“Late night Training.Better prepare as much as possible before the maze.” Explanation eventually combs across my tongue, when a baffled voice questions me.

“But the Training Center’s closed.” There’s an attempt to halt me from my desires, which purely fails. A pointed middle finger even gestures back in a reply to the basic Stranger residing upon my floor. Who is he again? A stylist? The escort? Truly it doesn’t matter in the least. Ales’s voice doesn’t seek to refrain me, though I’d probably reject listening to him as well.

Within moments the elevator’s doors breach open, welcoming me into the dark abyss of the slumbering Center. Emergency lights flicker on to a vague dimness from my movement, and numerous opportunities sprawl out before me. “Time to have fun, and piss some people off.” Whispers across my tongue with a light chuckle of sin, as if stalkers were amongst to eavesdrop. A shelf of weapons comb across my palms, tempting me with sadistic thoughts, until another possibly plagues within my wicked mind.

Activity within the Maze-Makers loft sings for my company, drawing me to venture towards it. An open door provides me with easy access. “Out.” I demand the innocent Avox who’s simply doing her Job. Dire consequences might await her for not fulfilling her task of cleaning, while it’s my command she listens to currently. And within seconds I’m left to satisfy my demonic cravings. An ajar liquor bottle from one of the Maze-Makers calls for me, and instantly I’m downing half of what remains without a single care. Then destruction urges for my attention next, as leftover papers upon the tables begin flying in every which direction - until I get bored of the minuscule disturbance, and flip the table over altogether with an easy jerk.

[Arrow]

Marrick Cystalis

    The night isn't easy to succumb softly to. Although the song of sleep skillfully persuades my surrender from the plight of day, another anthem harbors itself deeper into my dimension. A symphony of sorrow screams louder than the passage to peaceful paradise, it surely won't cease until I'm either dead or home blood brimming my hands. Panic pulsates through my mind at such terribly twisted thoughts. Covers create a mess on the floor as I'm scurrying out of my sheets sweat staining my skin. How can I kill another kid? There's no possible way it will be easy... Is there ever any forgiveness for the malicious intention of mass murder? Of course not, if I kill then I'm certain my Ma won't be smiling down upon her son any longer. 

    A suit swiftly stretches over my skin as I'm all but sprinting from the suppression of my cell. Will the demons dwell in every architectural angle of such an sinful society as the one which surrounds me? Certainly. I can't allow such negativity to negate me from escaping the horrors haunting me inside what is meant to be my own sanctuary... Perhaps actually practicing what might allow my continued breathing for another moment longer will aid my fight against the fears I face seemingly alone among a sea of statues ready to slice skin in order to save their own. 

    Empty expanses is what is expected when I arrive within the walls of the Training Center. Sleek steel smiles at me from every crucial corner created for survival preparation, yet each sends shrill shock down my spine. Instead something else irks my interest as I draw daringly closer to the daunting shadows dancing in the Maze Makers' viewing area. In suspicion I suspect one of the Head Maze Makers making final marks for the Maze soon to start but instead discover a scene of much worse circumstances. My skin grows stiff watching as she warps the world with her war against whatever the heck it is she hates. I don't just fear for my own witness of such a waging war but for the repercussions when the dark lord forever knowing discovers what she's done to his scared station. Mr. Locke will most certainly sever her head in seconds if such a secret is said aloud.

    A startled leap occurs from reaction as an avox runs terrified to most likely alert someone of the situation. My stomach spins slightly at the thought of what punishment Mr. Locke will inflict upon the innocent soul. Still... My teeth tighten against my bottom lip as actual interest and a sense of something more draws me out of the dark of the door and into the light of the clever chaos. Quietly my voice informs the wrecker of my presence by her current position. "You know if Mr. Locke finds out about this its not going to end well for anyone involved." A sudden sense draws me towards the dishes waiting to be taken for washing. I shove them shattering their existence with an actual smile, this would make Ma smile certainly. Perhaps I'll just be with her sooner than later this way. My feet break a stool before smiling at such a stupid set up, "I guess we are both screwed. Who cares anyway?"

[EMS]

Right now I'm falling apart, and I want to spend time alone. It's hard being here with my twin, but my main goal is to get all the attention on me. To make the mazemakers hate me so much that they kill me and leave my sister alive. Most of the time is spent pacing back and forth until I make my way to the gym where it's already occupied by a couple people. Most are gone, and I can hear one person saying the mazemakers will hate us, but who gives a crap? Surely not me. I can't go around being strong and brave. Why not have some fun and join them?

I slowly walk towards them grabbing buckets of paint from the camo station. Paint is fun, and it's good for ruining things. It's good for destroying things. Making things pretty in color.

I open one, and throw the paint into the open before turning towards those who're here.

"Who cares if he gets mad? What's he going to do? Make sure we die?" I ask trying not to sound dumb. But right now it's about having fun. "He's making our lives hell, so why don't we make his?"

I open another bucket of paint and splash it across the gym.

If it keeps my sister alive, then it's entirely worthit.