***ON HAITUS***
𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗞𝗘 𝗨𝗣 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗡𝗢 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗬- of who he was, where he was from, or how he got into the Box. When he finally could get out of his thoughts, light poured in and he was met with a boy named Newt.
There are three rules t...
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SOFT SNORES COULD BE HEARD ALL AROUND APOLLO. The faint smell of a fire dying out made his nose twitch. Pushing himself up, he blinked a few times to try and focus his eyes and wake himself up. Sleep didn't come easy, not as easy as he would have liked.
A sigh escaped his lips, he tried to recounter his thoughts. The night before was quite the experience. His name was Apollo. And he was a Glader. That word, that term felt new and foreign in his mind – he even had to move his lips to try and say it to get used to that idea. The sky was still dark, torches burnt out or even blown out so that resources weren't being wasted.
Tossing his legs over the side of the hammock, it swung lightly and almost shivered at the weight of his body. Standing, he tugged his shirt down so that his skin wouldn't show from his messy and useless sleep. Creeping past the few that slept, he knew he wouldn't be able to fall back into a slumber – too much going on in his mind already.
