☆彡 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿
❛ 'cause someone is out there, and they're sending out flares. ❜
FLARE | NOUN OR ADJECTIVE
a sudden brief burst of bright
flame or light, a sudden burst
of intense...
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ "Hey— we gotta runner!"
"Ay!"
"He's goin'!"
Every glader watched the greenie dash, shouting comments and laughing amongst themselves. Kennedy had quirked a brow as she observe the scene — she wasn't sure where this greenie planned on going, but he probably wasn't all too sure, either.
No idea, actually.
In a state of panic, people usually followed their instincts. Fight and flight. He had followed instincts, and instincts told him to run.
She had to admit, while his flapping and stumbling made him a bit of a loose cannon and amusing to watch, the kid was fast. He was very fast actually, and she wondered if the statement wasn't so far-fetched: greenie had a run on him. He flew across the glade in seconds, it seemed. He moved with ease — those long legs pushing him miles, a slim and athletic build that he carried weightlessly. As she watched, Kennedy didn't doubt that Minho would have an eye on him, later on. Minho would know if he had what it took to be a runner, or not. More than Kennedy did, anyway. He was keeper of the runners, after all.
