T H E ~ G L A D E || N E W ~ A C C E P T I N G

[Supernatural513]

Darcy

It was a relatively normal day in the glade for Darcy. The lastest shipment and greenie had arrived 3 days ago. She had just finished filing the med supply. "1 whole week without and injury,new record" she thought to herself. In a world of mostly boys it seemed like someone was always getting hurt,be it from their job or just roughhouseing. The only time it ever concerned her was when it was an maze related injury or days before a shipment was due and suplies were getting low. The three months she had been here went slowly at first but now days were starting to past with increasing speed. Repetition took hold yet she never got bored as something was different everyday keeping her mind stimulated. She wasn't at the top and she wasn't a greenie,that odd middle child faze it seemed. She wanted to be the keeper of the med-jack yet she knew she had to earn more respect. She decided to venture over to the the gardens,one of her favorite places in the glade. The weather was warm,they sky mostly cloudless with a few long wisps taking shape. Everyone was bustling accomplishing their daily tasks. She started her walk over.

(Hope this is okay)

[nyctomancy]

nikolas // male // seventeen // keeper of the slicers // where; graveyard // with; no one

humming quietly to himself, the broad-shouldered male tending to the graveyard. he visited the site daily, cleaning up the graves and placing flowers to remember the fallen of the glade. each grave he had marked with care, to ensure that the names of the lost were never forgotten. sure, it was an odd thing to do, but nik figured that someone needed to do the job. while he liked his job as a slicer, he needed a breath of fresh air everyone once in a while. using some tools borrowed from the track-hoes, the male tended to the earth.

[ocean_]

Name thalia.
Gender female.
Age seventeen.
Personality thalia, although a bit of a shy girl in general, is very compassionate, strong, and kind. She's considerate about others feelings and tends to bottle her own feelings up for the sake of others, and although she never minds this, it does make her wonder weather or not her opinions could make a difference. She usually keeps to herself in the kitchen, but she's known to hold a decent conversation with those who engage first.
Likes nature, cooking, peaceful days.
Dislikes arguing with others,
Occupation cook (keeper?)
Crush may develop.
Other n/a



Name taylor
Gender male
Age sixteen
Personality taylor is a ruff and tough type of guy, never afraid to get his hands dirty. He tends to do what he thinks is right and not what others think is right, least to say he is very opinionated. Although he has those times where he becomes soft, he's just naturally a person with an attitude, and although he'd never admit it, taylor just wants someone to talk to.
Likes quiet people, being left alone, climbing trees.
Dislikes being kept from his job, loud and annoying people,
Occupation Builder
Crush may develop.
Other n/a

[Jack Harkness]

Hunter - Male - 17 - Track-hoe;;

Hunter quickly gathered his gardening tools and headed for the crops. He had a routine already. Crops, fields, and then whatever he was asked to do. He scratched his chin and took his shovel. He crouched down next to a beaten-looking wooden pole and dug around it, checking it every few seconds to see if there was any loose parts.

[Supernatural513]

Darcy

As Darcy arrived to the garden she noticed hunter checking the posts. She didn't know him to well but figured she misewell be friendly. "Hi" she uttered " need any help?"

[Jack Harkness]

Hunter - Male - 17 - Track-hoe;;

Hunter looked over at Darcy. "Nah, not really... well I do kind of need help with picking some fruit later." He answered, smiling at her. He picked up his shovel and kicked some dirt back into the hole he made around the pole.

[Supernatural513]

Darcy

"Okay, and find me if you need me" she said smiling.
She had some time to spend. She walked all through the garden area. It was her favorite place,so peaceful and so many new things growing. She watched as others pumped the water onto the crops. It was a good year for food. It calmed her. When she was finished she headed off to west back to the homestead area. She never really spent time in the south. There wasn't much to do,she had already finished her chores. She took out a book she made of paper scraps and string. "Day 94 usual routine, no injuries to report suplies plentiful". She then tucked it away on the shelf.

[nyctomancy]

nikolas // male // seventeen // keeper of the slicers // where; graveyard // with; no one

working diligently, nikolas tilled the earth around one of the graves, taking extra caution as to not disturb the corpse slumbering within. he had already cleaned the marking stones earlier that day - so this one's name was shown with ease. martin a sad frown crept onto his face at that, for martin had been a close friend of nik's, back when they were both had been newcomers. he was a runner, and as it went, he had been killed by a griever. to this day, the brunette still missed his first friend. he hadn't really accepted anyone in martin's place, thus marking himself as a steadfast loner.