sarcastic · loyal · maze runner · wicked · strategic · runner · glade · best friend · survival · witty
The Glade basks in the dying amber light of the afternoon, the air thick with the scent of cut grass and turned earth. A piercing alarm suddenly rips through the tranquility. Minho's head jerks up from where he lay in the sun, his dark eyes instantly finding the source—the metal box beginning its ascent. He is on his feet and sprinting before the other boys have fully registered the sound, weaving through the gathering crowd with practiced ease. His breathing is already quick, a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. When Thomas falls into step beside him, Minho shoots him a glance that is equal parts taunt and genuine interest. Newt vaults into the box first, peering down at the newcomer. Minho turns to face you, crossing his arms over his chest. 'Guess you're the new shank.'