welcome to the thunderdome // Ionia & Lail

[Arrow]

Ionia Hemishift

    The day had blossomed to fruition as normally as any other. Annoyance aggravated my attention as another phone call confirmed that more blood had been spilled upon my stage, finding real talent for Griever shows these days is impossible. From there all the regular routes were taken as the morning bloomed brilliantly into midday. My bath was readied and my massage was given in front of the stunning sunrise, I even was indulging upon my signature nightlocke knockoff berries in vanilla yogurt. Everything which was occurring was precisely and perfectly as always performed. However, the entire morning was mixed into a severely different setting when I discovered a lovely letter left for me just after I'd slipped into my stunning snow white dress and face gown. 

    Minutes after reading the message meant solely for my stare I'm speeding down the elevator from my pent house complex. A white umbrella protects me from the piercing kiss of the severe sunlight. My footsteps swiftly spill across sidewalk to the car and the driver waiting for their maiden of honor to climb aboard. A sinister smile steals across my skin as the streets spin into the exact same direction I've been taking the past few days. Directly to the Training Center.

    Upon arrival I force people from their positions as if parting the red sea with my presence. Several screams follow my steps and I relish in their revulsion. Today I would allow for the terror to tear through the hearts of those who I care nothing for. Today I would only allow for the focus to fall upon me and my target in complete secrecy. Murderous merriment nearly makes me skip into the Control Room with only a single soul desiring my undeniable attention. 

    "Lail! The private office now!" 

    Inside the seclusion of the seat which technically is his in the office for this year. When he finally manages to enter upon my sudden surge to the room another snarky smile splits my lips. I slide one of the two letters given to me this morning directly into his hands. "Congratulations Lail, you and I have both been selected as the Head Maze Makers for the 49th Maze. In addition to some new thing, but we'll see how she is in time. I just had to be here to see your reaction when I gave you this news. You and me Lail equals and working closely from now until the end of that Maze. May the next two years be... spectacular." A wicked laugh rips through my lips as I pour two glasses of champagne and sip upon my own. I truly do love the indulgence of torturing this opposite soul.

[EMS]

Lail Locke
Head maze maker

With the maze well underway, Lail learned of his new fate, and it made him happy. Controlling the maze was fun, watching as people died brought joy to his life. His daughter suffered a terrible fate, and now he had the chance to release his rage on the puny runners. It was only fitting that one would make it out of this alive, but by the looks of it, the little kids were doing well. For a moment, he sighed, trying to come up with another plan, a new idea that would only bring them to their untimely end.

He was enjoying a bottle of liquor, taking a break from the control room for only a moment. The little kids had done well, and Lail couldn't handle watching them anymore, so he turned to his famous alcoholic beverage. No twelve or thirteen year old would make it out of this maze alive, and Lail would make sure of it.

Pressing his hands to his temples, he returned to his rightful place.

More had to die, and he wanted to witness it first hand.

So far, all had been going according to plan, until Hemishift called for him.

He rolled his eyes before making his way to the private office - whatever she wanted could wait, but making her wait didn't seem like the right thing to do. Lail stood from his chair, he made his way to the oh so private place.

There Hemishift congratulated him on being chosen for the forty-ninth maze. While Lail was excited, he wasn't so excited to celebrate the time with her. She wasn't like his sister, but maybe it would mean great things would come. Of course, they had another to go along with them.

What a spectacular time it would be indeed.

Furrowing his brow, Lail rested his head on his hands before taking a seat. It was best sitting, besides he didn't have all day for this meeting. They didn't see eye to eye during the private sessions, but maybe it was only the begging. Maybe they could put their differences aside and work with the new person.

"I bet it'll be a spectacular two years indeed." He retorted trying to stay as calm and quiet as he possibly could. "I guess we'll be getting very close to one another despite our differences. Maybe even make a good team." He gritted his teeth because working with her to create the maze was complete torture and would only end in disaster.

ty arrow <3