Into the maze||Mazerunner RP||Open!

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(Jack, Newt, and Thomas are there, waiting for the arrival of the month :3)

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(Okay. Do you want to start, or shall I?)

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(I will, then I have to go )

Thomas
I stood at the box, waiting for the new arrival.

Lily
I screamed. I looked around and it was dark, really dark. I sat, my back against the wall.

Jackson
I looked over at Newt. "Why do we Always wait half an hour?" I asked, slightly annoyed.

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(Okay, see you whenever you can next be on. Should I go ahead and sign up Teresa or another girl? Am I okay to use bloody? Like the way the books use it?)

Newt| "It's, well, just what we do. What we've always done. It's about order!" I can hear my voice raising slightly as I go on.

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(You can say bloody, I added another rule, '1 character from the books, each.' So, can you make a different girl?)

Jackson
I rolled my eyes. "Whatever." I say.

Thomas
"Guys, settle down.." I say, walking between them.

Lily
I had heavy breaths, I stood up and looked around. The thing - thing I was in, shook and I fell. Within what felt like 6 hours, I came up. I looked up at the ceiling, which was opening. I covered my eyes with my arm.

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Bump!

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(Okay, if I get round to it, I'll sign up a girl.)

Newt ||
I mutter under my breath, but soon my mind turns to thoughts of the new arrival. Interrupting my thoughts, I hear the box opening. I take a step forward, ready to jump in and greet the 'lucky' new glader.

[The Aristocrat]

Name|| Samson
Nickname|| Sammy
Age, gender|| 17, Male

Personality|| RP it out if that's okay (?)
Pet(s)|| He likes some of the animals and considers some of them his pets
Job(Keeper?)|| Runner. When he's not running he just helps with everything else

Crush|| None (yet *wink wink* *nudge nudge*)
BF/GF|| See above

Other|| He's Scottish. He has and odd passion for sharp things

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(Hi new person! I'm just gonna go sign up a girl so we have more charries. <3)

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Name|| Imogen (If, like the book, I have to base her name off someone scientific, I am flexible on this one.)
Nickname|| Imy, or Im, but only if you're really close to her.
Age, gender|| 15, but nearly 16.

Personality|| I'd like to RP this out, please, because she's my new OC, and I'm not too sure yet. I will edit this as soon as I possibly can.
History|| Imogen was stung by a griever one day whilst running. She wasn't paying full attention, and didn't see the monster lying in wait until it was too late. Because of this, she remembers more than most gladers. But trust me, she wishes she didn't. Imogen can remember her troubled past: the parents who barely registered her existence, the best friends who betrayed her, the look of madness in the eyes of people surrounding her.
Pet(s)|| She has a favourite dog on the farm, named Bark, but technically he's not her pet.
Job(Keeper?)|| She's a runner, one of the best, but not the keeper. Actually, she couldn't care less about being the keeper, or not. She's only a runner, because she can get away, and think about live outside of the glade.

Crush|| None yet.
BF/GF|| None yet.

Other|| I haven't included a picture, because I'd like to describe her looks, until I find something suitable. She tends to only talk when needed, but her mind is always busy. Very insecure and closed up; perhaps if you get her to open up to you, you might strike diamond. She has a very short temper, and isn't trusting. She is, however, an extremely good liar, because in her earlier life she was used to having lie that she was okay.

Looks || When Imogen first came to the glade, she had mousy-blonde, wavy hair cut into a strange style, due to an incident with cranks before the glade. (She doesn't remember this.) The left side of her hair came down to around her shoulder, and the right was just below chin level. It wasn't neat, just hacked off, in seemingly random places. Now, this has grown out, and although her hair is still uneven, it isn't as noticeable. Many of the gladers offered to help her out with it, both when she first arrived, and now, but she always refused, because it felt important, like a memory, trying to break past the swipe. Her hair is lighter now, because she runs all day in the artificial sun. Her skin is light, but almost olivey. She wears a plain green t-shirt and loose khaki shorts when she runs, then changes into a light green shirt, or a loose green crop top with sweatpants when she returns. Her eyes are a hazel-green mix, probably striking once, and her figure, due to being a runner, would be perfect, if not for the battle scars.

(I hope this is okay, because I spent shucking hours on this!)