Wee Little Fat Shank

This is an Indie RP for Chuck from The Maze Runner. Just a heads up I will follow multiple characters, but if it gets too confusing I might have to stop. I track the tag: slopperoftheglade You're probably going to get spoiled in regards to what happens to Chuck in the books/movie. I'll try and keep things spoiler free, but it'll be tricky. I'll have tags for spoilers too. Follow at your own risk. I own NONE of the gifs/icons/graphics I use. They belong to their respected creator. In fact I don't have very many gifs or icons to use right now. I took the tmr anti-bullying pledge

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+ slopperoftheglade

It wasn’t until he saw the shadow across the sand that he looked up from his work. He squinted against the desert sun - and frowned in surprise. It was a young boy. Not one he’d seen in the city. Not even dressed like the other boys. Daniel stood up. 

"Hello," he said cautiously. "Are you lost?"

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He’d been wandering around for what felt like hours now, lost and confused, unable to find anyone he knew, or just someone to talk to for company. His feet were beginning to ache, and as he approached a few structures he thought about sitting down to rest in the shade, but came to a stop when he saw someone up ahead. Maybe there was hope after all! “Hi,” Chuck responded, voice parched. Lifting his hand he gave a small wave to the fellow, and nodded, “Ya could say that. I – I don’t even know where I am. Last thing I remember was… getting out of the Maze.” Maybe he hadn’t even made it out of the Maze? Maybe he was still somehow in it, and this was all just a trick. “Do ya have any water by chance?”

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"We could, but it oughta be a helluva lot more work considerin’ the sharpeners way the hell in here." Aphrodite nodded her head towards the building, arms straining under the weight of both boxes. "Your call. I’ont mind either way, long as the god damn job gets done ‘n outta my way."

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“That’s not that far,” Chuck responded considering the thought. “Does the sharpener weigh much? I can try and bring it out if ya’d rather me go get it.” Right. Like he knew where the thing was in the first place. Setting his boxes down outside the building, he glanced over at Aphrodite, “I think outside would be better.”

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Her smile didn’t falter as she watched him before patting down the empty spot of dirt beside her. A gesture for him to stay and sit beside her ❝I feel older, trust me.❞ She chuckled; at times she felt old, thirty-three only brought her closer to forty. Although her fight kept her young at heart.

❝Gally?❞ She furrowed her brows, something struck with in her head, the name sounding so familiar yet she knew she had never met someone with that name. Perhaps a history lesson long since forgotten. ❝I am eager to meet him, the name sounds oddly enough. Well, I certainly hope, if they want to know anything about everything here, they’re going to have to.❞

Another smile rose until it faltered into a saddened expression, her eyes coasted downward. She wanted to forget it, all the battle’s, the flare swimming beneath her skin, the fading memories of losing her son. She wished she could have forgotten, but she couldn’t. ❝I remember my full name, I remember the life before this, the sickness and WICKED. I even worked for them, well, now I’m sure I’m fired. I remember losing my son…❞ her voice became hollow, distant, and sad. ❝I remember WICKED taking him from me, I remember fighting, I remember his eyes and his short little hair. He always kept us together, even just a little kid, he always kept the family tight like…glue. Hm…anyways, yes, I remember…many things.❞

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Chuck glanced over his shoulder at the other Gladers who weren’t far off watching. He wasn’t sure if he should approach, but curiosity won out and eventually he walked over and took a seat beside her. Sucking in a breath, he shrugged, “Well, you’re not my age, but ya don’t look that old. Just not our age.” Certainly there was no one else like her in the Glade. “Yup. Gally. He likes to think he’s the leader of the Glade, but really that falls to Alby and Newt. They’re the really leaders if you ask me.” He tilted his head at her, “Good luck to ya, if you really want to go and meet that Shank. Wha – Wait, what do you mean, know about everything here?” Did she know something about the Creators and who put them there? Is that what she meant? His jaw dropped in shock, eyes widening at everything he was hearing, and if he wasn’t rooted to his spot in the grass he would have stood up and cried out. She remembered everything. No. Not just everything, she remembered a son, who could possibly now be a Glader. “Your – Your - ” Words completely failed him as he sat there, stunned now into silence for the first time since he’d woken up in the box. Finally he found the words to speak, “You’re someone’s mom? Do – Do you know any of the other moms?”

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'The Maze Runner' Trailer + Gladers

[likezoinksguys]

[Text] There's a mouse eating all your crackers. [/sent]

[Text] Alright man. Like I’m guessing you’re in the kitchen since you know this. [/sent]

[Text] And the fact that you’re texting me makes me think you’re not planning on doing anything about it. [/sent]

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[Text] No, I'm in the basement. [/sent] [Text] Jokin'. [/sent] [Text] Ya, I'm not sure what to do about it in the first place. [/sent] [Text] Want me to catch it? Kill it? [/sent]

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"We’ll see, I ought not make someone who aint a slicer do it. Guess it depends on how many there are." She began to walk, carrying her own blade in a loose, relaxed grip. "Try an’ hold y’er food in. Tired watchin’ people throw their guts up the minute they step inside the goddamn place"

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He walked over to retrieve one of the boxes, lifting it up with a soft grunt and following beside her as they walked. “Feels like there’s a lot.” His eyes rounded at what she was saying, heart beginning to race. “Ya mean we cant do this outside? I’ve seen the other Slicers work outdoors before.” His stomach churned, and he pushed down the thought of what went on in the building. “It’s a nice enough day.” What was he saying? It was always a nice day in the Glade. The damn weather never changed.

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She couldn’t help the smile that lifted her cheeks at his question. In fact, she remembered more than just her name. She remembered from the day she had been born…to the day she birthed Newt. The fight a never ending with WICKED. But she wasn’t going to admit it all in one day, after all, who could blame their fear after all they have lived through.

So she found her way to the box, sneaked her way in, and the mental cackle she gave at WICKED’s stupidity would never end in the back of her mind.

They were all just children that grew up too fast. It wasn’t fair—not in her eyes. ❝Ah, because I am no longer sixteen years old?❞ she chuckled ❝a good amount of us are weird in our own way. I certainly hope they do, for now I think I’ll jus’ leave them to their assumptions. My name? Of course, my name is Margeret Valor. You may be surprised how much more I remember. And you? What do you remember?❞

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“Ya. You’re the first one who’s come up through the Box that’s been older than any of us. Not that you’re old, just… older.” He sheepishly glanced at the ground, kicking the toe of his dirty shoe into the grass. There was no point in hiding it, she was definitely older, but it seemed rude to him to say out loud, like something someone had taught him before he’d come through in the Box. Chuck began to laugh, agreeing with her on the weird part, “Wait till ya meet Gally. He’s the weirdest of the bunch.” Easiest to play pranks on too, but for some reason saying that to her seemed like something that would get him in trouble. “They will, you’ll see.” His mouth began to fall open in shock, and he stood rooted to the spot, stunned by what she’d just told him. Not only could she remember her name, but her full name at that. Now he was more than curious to know what else she remembered, and even more, who she remembered. “You know all that? I – I don’t remember much. Just waking up in the Box like all the others do. But… but you really remember your full name and stuff? What about life outside of the Glade? Do you remember that too?”

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"Don’ bother. Ya wanna help? I gotta box or two’a old dull blades that need sharpenin’ an’ there aint nobody else willin’ t’help me carry ‘em" The slicer noted, an angered expression still painted across her features. 

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“Ya sure?” Chuck asked, eyes widening as they glanced down at the boxes. Well, it beat having to do Slopper work, plus, he’d already managed to upset her, so he owed her this much. “Ya, fine. I’ll help. But you aren’t gonna ask me to help sharpin’ ‘em are ya?”

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"Do I look mad t’you?" 

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Chuck fidgeted guilty on the spot, "Well, ya don't look happy. Do ya want me to return the towels I took from the bathroom?"

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open to verse

“ —Ya ought not t’make me mad, you’ll regret it “

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"I wasn't tryin'. I swear. Are you really mad?"

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     She’d heard he was the youngest; though they didn’t seem very much obliged to trust her, she didn’t really cause scene. Her action of damage was enough to get them all killed—then again, she wouldn’t go down without a fight. Her eyes reverted to the boy, halting her hands from picking at the grass.

❝The youngest, correct?❞ She sent a small smile ❝it seems your friends haven’t really taken a liking to me.❞ 

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Chuck had approached the new Greenbean with a side of caution, a little wary that she was different than all the others that had come up before her. It wasn’t just gender that stood out, but age too. Whatever the Creators were up to this time, it certainly seemed to have all the Gladers on edge. Stopping when she held up her hands, he tried for a polite smile, placing his hands on his hips, “Ya. But that’s just because you’re…” Tilting his head to the side and pursing his lips together, he tried to think of a relatively decent way of putting it. “different. But we’re all a little weird, aren’t we? They’ll come around. You’ll see. My name’s Chuck. Do you remember… your name?”

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"Where do ya want all this stuff?"

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Glader’s 2015 Resolutions

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[slopperoftheglade-blog]

//Hey guys! 

I’m still in the states, but heading home to Canada tomorrow! I should be back to posting regularly again once I’ve had a long rest and settled back in. Cant wait to get back into it <3 

Thanks for the patience <333 

[slopperoftheglade-blog]

//Hey guys! 

I know I promised I'd get back around to posting, but I've been busy, and now I'm going on a trip for a week to the states. Hopefully when I get back I'll get to them. 

Thanks so much for your patience. And I'm really sorry I've been away from this account!