;; *totally not suspicious whistling in the background*
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Gilbert Beilschmidt
Prussia
Nineteen
Runner
In the Glade
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Gilbert sat back against a tree, watching the others. He glanced out towards the maze's entrance with a annoyed yet quiet sigh. He looked away, being reminded he would have to go in there later on. It was pretty early, which was surprising since the young male didn't get up this early usually. But this time it was a different story. He couldn't sleep well and so he just stopped trying. He slumped against the tree before just sitting on the ground. He pulled his knees to his chest before burying his face in his arms.