always hoping. ~

delilah, second in command. hoping some day we'll finally get out of this place.

[gladerdelilah]

kxxperminho:

“Yeah well good. I almost vomited all over your face because I couldn’t stand you negativity. People call me a shank?” He said a grin landing on his face and then he brought his hands up to hit her’s when she held them up. “I mean ‘out’ as in not always working. Maybe rebelling from authority? I swear you could use an adrenaline boost I bet.” He titled his grin at her and slipping his hands into his pockets giving her a little nod of apporval. “First things first – you sound exactly like that! Especially when you get all worked up like right now. You voice goes like two octaves higher.” He couldn’t help but grin a big bigger once he noticed her smile. It almost gave him a bit twinge inside of him and not noticing where it came from he pushed it back down. Minho always tried to not let his emotions or feelings get the best of him unless it was the one’s to keep him survive. But with girls or the mushy gushy shit, he tried to just keep it the farthest away from him. It wasn’t like he didn’t have sex or whatever, he was a boy and sometimes life just needed to get their way, but it was just casual, no strings attached. Or at least it was on his side of things. “Definitely the most cold hearted person in the entire glade. No heart. That’s why it makes it so much easier for people to talk to you because you just give them reality, no fluff, marshmallow shit in between. Robot? Maybe that’s why you voice is so high? – Me? Sweetheart as much as I know you love talking about me I noticed right away when things are about me.” When she placed her hand on him, the initial shock made him catch his breath in his throat. After a moment though he smirked at her and placed his warm hands over her’s, holding them in place on his chest and titled his head, his smirk deepened and his voice lowered. “Yeah? Well then I guess I really am human. With a beating heart. Guess that means I’m the better man here doesn’t?”

“If you almost vomited all over my face, wouldn’t you be – I don’t know – making some sort of pukey face like you’re about to throw up? Unless you naturally look like you’re going to throw up, I mean,” Delilah challenged, a smug smirk on her face. “Besides, I’ve heard a lot more negativity than that – not coming from me, which I know, is a shocker but what do ya know? People can be surprising,” she added before gently trying to push him back as his hands met hers. Refusing to believe that she sounded like that – or ever sounded like that – she shook her head with disbelief, thinking that he was just having her on. He had to be. “No I don’t, stop saying that! You know it’s not true.” Then, as though a lightbulb flickered in her brain, Delilah had an idea. Smirking lightly, she tilted her head to the side and said, “Fine. If I do sound like that – then prove it. If there’s no proof, then it’s obviously not true.” She peered up at him with an innocent smile, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. When it came to some people, she was different. With some, she was able to be playful and perhaps let her guard down a little bit. When it came down to others, it didn’t work as well. Perhaps it was because they thought she was too up tight, or they caught her on a bad day and held a vendetta against her for that sole reason. However, for some unknown reason that even Delilah couldn’t explain, she always held a soft spot when it came to Minho. Not like she’d ever satisfy his ego with the knowledge, but the feeling was there, no matter how much she tried to push it to one side. “I thought that’s what you’re here for. The ‘reality’ stuff is what they run away from. Ah, of course. You’re my favourite subject to talk about, obviously. Because what else would I ever think of exactly?” Perhaps her hand lingered there a little too long, but the sudden moment of silence between them struck something within her that almost made her weak at the knees for some unexplainable reason. Minho’s hands over hers caused her to snap out of it as she looked back up at him, trying to steady her breathing, completely ignoring the fact her heart was thumping against her chest. “Considering that I’m not a man, I guess so because there’s no other man around here to take the role of being the better man. Because everyone else is over there,” she grinned up at him, nodding her head in the direction where the other Gladers were.

[kxxperminho-blog]

”Fucking hell Delilah you called me a buzzkill? Listen to yourself – talking about all this deep shit that I can’t think about unless I’m completely drunk or at least have a drink in my hand. Seriously you need to get out more.” He said giving her a look that combined his weirdness of her just talking about what she did and sarcasm because even although what he said had its truth, her’s was much more truthful. It wasn’t as if he never thought about all the consequences or something that could happen, in actuality that was the only thing that kept him going. All he really wanted to go was just sit around in the maze but the only thing that kept him going was to find a way out of the maze. And that was impossible so why did he keep trying? To make sure that everyone was doing their job – as well as himself. After Newt’s accident he couldn’t bring himself to stop what he was doing because part of the reason was because of his best friend. He had to keep going for him, he needed to run in and out of the maze everyday because he couldn’t break down at all the greenies who asked him ‘if he found anything new today’. When she scoffed though he broke out of his thinking trance and rolled his eyes at her shifting his weight onto his other leg. “Well that would be the thing. You wouldn’t be able to go on. Never until you guys find a way out of here. Because everyday just looking at the maze would remind you of me and you would break down and cry out “Oh Minho why was I ever so mean to you?!’ “ He imitated her when she joked around it, his hands using the girlest actions he remembered and his voice going as high as it could. “But whatever – you wouldn’t cry because your the most cold hearted person in the glade. No heart. No soul.” He jabbed her in the area where her heart was out of boyish intentions and smirked back at her. 

[gladerdelilah]

“Alright, alright! I’ll let you off on that one. I don’t even know what I was thinking,” Delilah rolled her eyes again before holding her hands up defensively, as though she was ‘surrendering’ on that one occasion. It wasn’t like her to give in so easily, but then again she was pretty tired and she had no other valid excuse to retaliate, so she let the boy win. Only this once though, she vowed to herself. “But about the ‘you need to get out more’ comment, I’d say that I would... but as you can obviously see, there’s no way to ‘get out.’ Our way ‘out’ is the maze, and unless it is an exit we are following, I am not going anywhere. No matter how much I supposedly ‘need to’.” Though part of her could see where he was coming from in regards to the ‘deep shit’ she kept discussing, but in matter of fact it was difficult to talk about anything else. For the majority of the time, her genuine thoughts were locked up in her brain, never to be opened. It was rare she spoke about how she actually felt as opposed to what she should be thinking, but the slip up like that reminded her every reason why she should keep her mouth shut; nobody would take it seriously. Which granted, was difficult in itself but for the majority of the time, she was content in it because her mind would be occupied with more important things, such as the gladers. They were her priority, and usually prevented her from going back to the lonely place in her mind. And for that, she was thankful. At Minho’s impersonation of her, Delilah couldn’t help but start laughing before replying. “First things first – I do not sound like that! My voice isn’t that high.” she huffed playfully, putting her hands on her hips, acting as though she looked cross when in reality it was the opposite. “Ah yes – I’m definitely the most cold hearted person here. It’s one of the reasons why everyone comes to me when they need something – because I don’t have a heart. In actual fact, I am a robot! Or something mechanical considering that if you don’t have a heart, surely you can’t be human right? Or maybe… maybe we’re talking about you here, not me. Now let’s see, do you have a heart?” She asked with raised eyebrows, another smirk etched on to her lips as she gently swatted his hand from her, before pressing her hand against where his heart was. “Oh wow, there is a heartbeat. I stand corrected; you do have a heart! Impressive.”

[kxxperminho-blog]

    ”Oh really? I can just – I don’t know get eaten by grievers and everything would still go back to normal? Because I mean, nobody has been out there as long as me, not to mention know every inch of that maze out there. Despite the fact that there’s other runners. don’t you think they wouldn’t want to get back out there because their keeper whose been running in the maze for like, three years now suddenly dies? Not so safe anymore is it?” He stated as he turned back around to her leaning back on the map room’s door. It was true in a self centered way. Sure people would be scared and perhaps sad, but still – life would have to go on. But he wasn’t going to just tell her that. He knew that she knew – she was a smart girl and that’s why he enjoyed speaking to her. Though when he spoke he had a smirk planted on his face. It wasn’t harsh, just his signature one to indicate he was joking around. Though something in the back of his mind wasn’t. But pushing that away he crossed his arms around his chest and looked down at the girl when she got caught up. “Not to mention everyone would be beaten to shit when they don’t have anything to look at anymore. Especially you. You would have to comfort those shucks when in reality your the one that would be crying.”

[gladerdelilah]

“Wow… you sure know how to make a conversation turn drastically morbid. Such a buzz kill,” she couldn’t help but allow a barely audible laugh escape her lips from slight amusement. “But let’s say if that were to happen… then to answer your question, yes, everything would still go back to normal. I mean, sure it would take time and all but it would happen eventually; it’s still plausible,” Delilah said casually with a shrug, as though it was already obvious or something. “Let’s be honest, it’s never been safe. Just because we’ve adjusted to this absurd reality of ‘normal’ when none of us know who we really are… In retrospect it’s never been safe – the grievers could pop out of the Maze at any point, you know?” Although she knew that the conversation only intended to be light, the words that came out of her mouth held some weight at least – just some words that she’d thought of but never verbally spoken aloud. It felt moderately weird in some respect. So, to conceal the seriousness her sentences implied, she added a small smile to suggest that she was also just kidding. His other statement, though, she couldn’t help but scoff with rolled eyes. Folding her arms so that she was mirroring his stance, Delilah couldn’t help but give him a challenging look. “Ah, course. I’d be the one crying on the floor forever. Dramatically thinking, ‘how can I go on?’” she joked before shaking her head. “They’d still have plenty to look at. Just not you. At least ‘comforting those shucks’ would give me something to do – something to keep me occupied. Can’t see how I’d actually be the one crying though.”

[kxxperminho-blog]

When she followed he buried his smirk under his hard face and continued walking to the map room. Rolling his eyes at her he let out a little chuckle out of context. “Right, there’s a huge difference Delilah. – Like throwing and putting are two different things here. And of course you wouldn’t be able to do it. I mean look at you – you look like the flimsy flowers Newt wears around his head when he’s drunk.” He didn’t know if that was a compliment or not so he gave her a huge shove to make sure she got his point. But he did it at the point where the grass was soft and right before they entered the dense forest getting closer to the map room. He kept walking not looking behind him when he heard a soft thud on the ground and yelled behind him. “There would be nothing you would be able to do without me! Your whole fucking world revolves around this piece of shit right here! Sorry to burst your bubble!”

[gladerdelilah]

Despite the retaliation, she wasn’t going to back down. A stubborn one at that, Delilah was always up for a new challenge. Besides, this newfound conversation during their interaction seemed to keep her occupied for the time being. It would most likely last until she got bored, or if someone else needed her help which could vary from any extent to the other. “Technically, they are different. To throw, is to propel something through the air with force by a movement of an arm or a hand. Whereas putting something – or in this case, someone – means to simply place or move something to a particular position. So while I can see why you could confuse the two, they’re still different,” she responded with a playful smirk and raised eyebrows, thinking that she was in the right here, as she typically thought. Furrowing her eyebrows with confusion as she tried to register his next comment, Del paused for a moment as she tried to think of an answer. “Looks can be deceiving. Didn’t you know?” she challenged back, as much as she did not understand whether his statement was supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing. Her eyes widened at the sudden force which knocked her back on to the grass behind her and she couldn’t help but laugh quietly, shaking her head before pushing herself back up, not backing down. “As I have already said, there’s more than just you here! We could easily find a replacement version of you, Minho! There’s plenty of people here who are just as capable of doing things just like the next person! Sorry for bursting your bubble again but then… I’m not exactly sorry.”

[kxxperminho-blog]

It wasn’t like he exactly liked picking a fight. He just had a certain bone to pick with everyone in the glade, whether it was from last night or last year. Everything stayed with him, if it meant something or not. Before anyone could get him away from the other glader he shoved them away from himself, but only after they got back on their feet again. Once a familiar brunette did get in between them he stopped, letting out a quiet breath of relief – because who knows what he would’ve done if a pretty face didn’t get in the way. Not that she was just a pretty face – it didn’t matter anyways. Smirking slightly, he looked down at the girl and crossed his arms, them automatically flexing somewhat. “You couldn’t throw me in the slammer if you tried shank. And anyways if I did, how would end up keeping you company? Your way to lonely to just mope around without someone to bug all the time.” His smirk grew, and by the end of his last sentence his face was only a few inches away from his. Not giving her the benefit of the doubt, he pulled away and let his arms fall down his sides before turning his heel and walking to the direction he was going. There were only a few answers he could give to her question. One, because that slinthead got into his way – which he did, or two, the keeper could have completely let his rage out on her, but he would never hear the end of it from Newt and Alby. And three, he could have told her the truth – that he was extremely tired of everything and that he just hadn’t let out all that testosterone building in the past couple days, but what did someone like her care? Instead he planted a seed in her head and if she wanted to play along with his game, which he knew she would, it would be the highlight of his day.

[gladerdelilah]

All in all, she was glad that she managed to intervene when she did. Because who knew what it could have potentially escalated into if she had just decided to leave it, or pretend to be completely oblivious to it? Things could have taken a dangerous turn for the worst, and that thought alone frightened her. After all, they needed every person here if they had any chance at getting out. And she genuinely cared about every single person in the Glade. Give or take, she cared about certain people more than others but nevertheless, she still cared. Noticing the slight smirk on the boy’s face, she narrowed her eyes, about to ask what was funny until she heard his response, trying her best to stop herself from rolling them at him, even if part of her felt amused by his retaliation. Delilah wasn’t even granted the opportunity to give a reply because he’d already walked off. Of course, that wasn’t going to go down well in her books. At any given opportunity, she would do whatever she could to ensure that she had the last word for the majority of the time. Shaking her head at him, despite the fact he’d already headed off, she followed his trail to defend her point… or more so, elaborate. Whatever it was, it totally wasn’t her idea of an excuse to keep talking to him… That’s what she told herself, anyway. “I never said anything about throwing you into the slammer, exactly,” she rightfully pointed out, raising her voice slightly until she caught up to him so that she was walking right behind. “I said put. Not throw. There’s a difference, you know that right? And nobody said anything about me trying. That’s what the others are for,” she joked lightly even if her tone was an attempt to remain serious. There was no way she was going to allow herself to break out into a slight grin when she was too busy challenging him, even if the corners of her lips were twitched upwards ever so slightly. “Pfft, it’s not like you’re the only person I talk to. Besides, I wouldn’t be lonely. There’s more than just you and I. Sorry to burst that little bubble of yours,” she teased with a shrug of her shoulders, trying her best to resist grinning at him.

[kxxperminho-blog]

It was a few minutes after he had finished his day in the maze. Slowing down and jogging inside the maze he finally took in a large breath letting it out quietly so his partner didn’t hear him. He needed to make sure no body knew how tired he actually was – and to be honest, he was dead tired. The last couple days, or he meant the last couple weeks were the worst one’s yet. Everyone and everything seemed on edge. The girls were breaking more noses and the boys kept complaining till the end of time. He just assumed it was their time of the month, but knowing better just kept his mouth shut. Everything seemed all dead and murky – and he just wanted to lie in bed until he just slipped away from everything that was actually happening. Getting more cuts and bruises from ruthlessness in the maze made him more sore than usual, and kept away from any fight he could. But of course, who could keep him away from his sass streak. Then, out of nowhere he slammed into something – hard. It didn’t hurt of course, he was more like he was getting hit less than lightly with a pillow. And fully snapping out of it, he quickly grabbed the other person about to take a hurtful plunge to the ground and pulled them close to himself. Coming to a full stop his eyes blurred and he held tightly. “Shuck! What the hell do you think your doing slinthead?”

[gladerdelilah]

For as long as she could remember, it had been a rough day. From dealing with a couple of shanks who did not understand the meaning, ‘play nice’ to having others complain about the dumbest and most pointless of things, Delilah was pretty sure she was ready to just give in for the day. Besides, a couple of the gladers had been giving her enough slack as it is. She wasn’t the only one who helped run the place after all, and did not understand why others would start for no apparent reason. After all, she always tried her hardest to suit everybody’s needs, but some days, she just could not win. Finishing a conversation with a fellow Glader, she heard a raised voice as she turned her head to face the direction of the commotion. Rolling her eyes with an annoyed sigh, she walked over to where a potential disaster was erupting and placed herself in between Minho and the other Glader, twisting her body slightly to allow herself to place both arms outwards in order to try and separate the two. “Hey! Pack it in or you’ll both end up in the slammer,” she said sternly, glaring at the two. While a couple of them took the other person away, she sighed with slight frustration as she turned to face Minho. “Calm down, yeah?” she assured, looking up at the boy in front of her. Pausing for a moment as she contemplated her next words, she added with raised eyebrows, “But seriously? What was that all about?”

[gladerdelilah]

Yes! Found the account. Okokok, so hi if anyone’s still following me. Feel free to unfollow this account because I’ll be using it for a 1x1 rp c: Also ignore any posts under this one because they are old, but I’m too soft to delete them so yeah. Also, the blog needs a bit of updating but I will get round to that when I’m feeling less lazy c: So yeah!! 

[gladerdelilah]

heading to bed now guys, i'm tired! if you want to plot something out with either deli or aiden, then feel free to pop in either inbox, i'll be happy to plot something with you all. <3 it's been a great, active day. keep it up!! :) goodnight, all. xxx

[kennagroupc-blog]

"What if the rest of the gladers think we’re crazy and lock us up?  Then they may never discover their true potential and we could be locked in here forever. Maybe the people in the outside world are threated by us because we’re so powerful.  Or maybe we’re not as powerful as we think and that’s how they were able to get us in here.  Now that I know my true identity, I feel so free.  Tiny wizards will conquer."

[gladerdelilah]

"All we will need is to get Jackson on our side because he's the leader and then we should be sorted. Then they can't touch us. We'll be like, invincible. I don't think they'd ever even think of locking us up because everything would go downhill. We must persuade them. Hmph. Maybe! Maybe they're in denial over our power which is why they sent us here. But if we weren't that powerful then why are we here? Same! Only... we're not free. Yet. We will unite and gain power again. We'll be unstoppable!"

[adam-tmr-blog]

Everybody seems to be in a rush or busy whenever I wanna talk. It’s fine-whatever. If you don’t want to talk to me, just say so. I haven’t annoyed anyone, people just keep ignoring me. I’m as much human as anybody else is, yet I get moaned out for just wanting a chitchat.

[gladerdelilah]

Haven't you ever thought that they might be... well, you know, in a rush or busy? Not just when you want to talk? Adam... it's not that I don't want to talk to you. Literally, there's just a lot to do. Well, I'm not ignoring you so... happy? Nobody said that you're not human... I don't get where you're getting that idea from? Who's moaning at you for just wanting to talk?

[gladerjune-blog]

Positive. Wait.. that’s what you’re shocked about? Is that something I should know?

[gladerdelilah]

Yes! No! -- maybe? I don't know, I just always assumed that everybody knew how to set a fire. Guess I was wrong. It's not a necessity or anything though. Speaking about that fire -- you didn't happen to see who did it, right?

[tmr-bradley-blog]

Delilah, that was so rude. I’m actually offended right now that you called me thick, because that was uncalled for. I am listening and I’m listening to every single word that you’re saying, but that doesn’t mean I have to agree with it, whatever the circumstance. Just because you’re second in command doesn’t mean I have to agree with everything. I’m not going to stop until I’ve been listened to. You’re not even thinking about its-your just coming straight out with a simple no. No, I’m obviously not asking to be killed. I’m not putting myself in the position because I want to get hurt, I’m doing it because it could get us out. If I get hurt in the meantime if I get to go out there, then so be it. At least they’ll be something I can tell if I make it back. Ouch-I’m being a dick? Yet you’re the one dissing out all the negative points about me. I don’t think I’m always right, so don’t put words in my mouth. I just know this ones a good idea, and yet I’m getting denied..yet again.

[gladerdelilah]

You're taking it the wrong way as usual! I wasn't calling you thick. I wasn't calling you anything so look who is putting words into my mouth now. I was saying the idea and just -- I'm not going to explain myself like you because you're.... not in the right state of mind. You're pissed at me for being pissed about your idea and not taking no for an answer. That's all it is and honestly, you're being childish about it. Grow up. Clearly you're not listening hard enough! I didn't say that you have to agree with everything; but what I am saying is you should respect my final opinion on it - which you clearly are not. I have listened to you!! I have done nothing but listen to you but because I'm saying no, you're throwing a shucking hissy fit over it. Yes, you are asking for yourself to be killed or get hurt by even suggesting this stupid idea! You don't seem to be understanding. Do I need to talk slower to you or something to get it into your mind? I'm. Not. Stating. The. Negative. Points. About. You. I'm. Stating. The. Negative. Points. About. The. Suggestion. The only good point about it is potentially getting us out; a slim chance of it. Of course, because the sun shines out of your arse and you puke rainbows so obviously it must be a good idea. Grow up, Bradley.

[thomlee2]

The rustling went on, untill she heard a voice calling out to her. ”Oh, Delilah. Hi, yeah i’m okay. How are you?” Tris asked, while looking up at the girl. ”What where you doing around here?”

[gladerdelilah]

"You sure? Seemed a bit quiet," she stated, taking further steps to approach the girl. "I didn't mean to disturb you. I was just checking on everyone, seeing how they are and stuff. You know? Plus, whenever there are quiet areas, it makes me suspicious for some reason so I have to go and check it out," she smiled warmly, sitting down next to her. "Alright if I sit here? If not, I can totally move and leave you alone."

[gladerdelilah]

Getting through replies on Del and Aiden now! I'm drafting them so I can publish everything at once.

Also, welcome welcome welcome to anyone I haven't introduced myself to yet - I'm Jade, one of the admins and I play Delilah (Troian Bellisario FC) and Aiden (Iain De Caestecker FC). On the main, I used to have the Iain FC but now I have changed to Elizabeth Henstridge (don't mind me and me Agents of Shieldness omg) to avoid confusion. :)

If you ever need anything, I'm always here and I hope you enjoy love this roleplay as much as I do! :) <3

[gladerdelilah]

Really really sorry about the slow responses today, guys! Acceptance day is usually a big whoopy sort of thing and then I owe loads of replies on both Delilah and Aiden and I know so I'm sorry!! I'm going to take a bit of a break for a minute because my internet is doing nothing but play up. I'll be around properly soon. <3

[thomlee2]

Tris actually wanted to be alone for a second. It was one of those days again. She ruffled her hair, something that she does all the time. She noticed it a long time ago. The only time when she did it, is when she was nervous. She didn’t feel nervous, at least, the girl didn’t really know how she felt. It was a calm night, the stars where bright. Did other people outside of this place looked at the same stars? The girl was in deep thoughts when she heard something rustling behind her.

[gladerdelilah]

Going on about her daily rounds is just the typical routine for Delilah. Doing this, doing that, the other. It never really seemed to end. If she weren't caught up in one thing, then it was the other. It just seemed as though somebody always needed something. But of course, she had no choice but to press on with it. The usual. However, when looking around, she noticed Tris on her own. She wondered for a moment whether or not to approach her - some people just liked their space - or not. She decided to just head over and say hello! The worst that could happen is being told to go away. "Hiya, Tris! How's it going?"

[adam-tmr-blog]

Is it alright if I keep you company? It seems like everyone I’m trying to talk with is ignoring me. If not, its fine.

[gladerdelilah]

Now? Adam, I'm kind of in a rush but if you don't have anything better to do, you can always help me if you want? Who have you annoyed today then?