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n a m e: Peyton
a g e: 14
g e n d e r: Male
j o b: Pit Guard
c r u s h: None
l o c a t i o n: The Glade
t a g g e d: Open
a g e: 14
g e n d e r: Male
j o b: Pit Guard
c r u s h: None
l o c a t i o n: The Glade
t a g g e d: Open
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- Peyton watched as Clary burst through the door. If only we could build something that would prop the door up so that it could give runners some extra time... He thought it was a good idea, but knew it was impossible because they didn't have anything strong enough. Maybe if they melted down all the metal tools and such they could wield it into a first most... He shrugged. He sat and rested his chin in his hands as he inspected the Gladers.
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n a m e: Julia
a g e: 16 or 17
g e n d e r: Female
j o b: Farmer
c r u s h: None
l o c a t i o n: The Glade
t a g g e d: Open
a g e: 16 or 17
g e n d e r: Female
j o b: Farmer
c r u s h: None
l o c a t i o n: The Glade
t a g g e d: Open
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- Julia bounded over to Peyton and stared at the boy for a while. "Nothing?" She asked after he just stared at her for a while. "Alright." She saw Watson again and wanted to ask about food again, but she figured she'd probably bugged him enough today. You can only stand so much of Julia's optimistic dumbfounded ways.











