[The new tattoo he's found on himself is alarming. After being so recently branded as Property of Wicked, this new tattoo that reads REGISTERED rubs him in all of the wrong ways. He'd thought they were finally safe, escaped from WICKED's clutches, but then there had been everything that happened at the dormitory and now this place. It was hard to trust the information he was being fed, but he was smart enough to stick around for the debriefing, whether he believed it all or not.
He slips away from the crowd, a slight limp when he walks and looks around in a sort of stupefied awe. Even without a trace of his memories, he's sure he's never seen a place as bustling and alive as this, or even this technologically advanced. But he could never really be sure, and that bothered him too. There wasn't time for that, though, he needed to look around and a get a feel for the place. See if this wasn't some kind of trick.]
None of this makes a bit of bloody sense. [Muttering to himself mostly as he presses his hands up against a store window, staring in at a television that's on the news.] The date's all buggin' wrong.
newt | the maze runner series
[The new tattoo he's found on himself is alarming. After being so recently branded as Property of Wicked, this new tattoo that reads REGISTERED rubs him in all of the wrong ways. He'd thought they were finally safe, escaped from WICKED's clutches, but then there had been everything that happened at the dormitory and now this place. It was hard to trust the information he was being fed, but he was smart enough to stick around for the debriefing, whether he believed it all or not.
He slips away from the crowd, a slight limp when he walks and looks around in a sort of stupefied awe. Even without a trace of his memories, he's sure he's never seen a place as bustling and alive as this, or even this technologically advanced. But he could never really be sure, and that bothered him too. There wasn't time for that, though, he needed to look around and a get a feel for the place. See if this wasn't some kind of trick.]
None of this makes a bit of bloody sense. [Muttering to himself mostly as he presses his hands up against a store window, staring in at a television that's on the news.] The date's all buggin' wrong.