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The next day...
(3rd Person POV)
The Keepers of the Glade all sat at their designated seats in the Council Hall. Alby and Newt stood at each end of the table, their arms crossed.
Frypan, Clint, and two other boys were conversing quietly while Gally and Winston talked amongst themselves. Minho had his arms folded over the table, growing impatient with the slow start of the Gathering.
"Can we get on with it?" He spat out, staring up at Alby standing to his right. Several Keepers stopped talking to look at what else Minho had to say.
"Why'd you call a Gathering?" Gally asked, straightening in his seat.
"Vanessa's been here for almost a week and we still haven't discussed matters as a group." Minho began, getting up from his seat to get everyone's full attention.
Newt leaned over the table, his hands pressed firmly on the surface to balance himself, "Why would we need to talk about her?"
"Oh, I don't know, Newt," Gally responded sarcastically, "Maybe 'cause we've never seen a shuckin' girl come up in the Box before?"
The two boys glared at each other for a hot second before Minho continued, "Too much has been going on, we haven't gotten a chance to assign her a job yet or anything."
"I mean, she's gone through every single one, so we can start talkin' about which one fits her best," Alby suggested, placing his hands on his hips.
"Alright, then. I'll start this time. I think she'd make a good Gardener." Newt chirped up, nodding his head proudly.
Zart smiled at that, "I wholeheartedly agree. She made it look so easy."
"All I know is she ain't going to be a Slicer. She couldn't even stand in the Bloodhouse for more than a couple of minutes without scolding me for hurting the animals and walking out." Winston added, rolling his eyes.
Minho grinned to himself. He knew she wouldn't like that job from the start.
"This might be a stretch," Clint spoke up, "But I've got an itching feeling that she'd make a great Med-Jack. She's good with people and knows how to follow instructions and initiate them precisely."
Alby listened closely to Clint's opinion, nodding in agreement. Newt and two other Keepers nodded as well.
"I'm going to trust Clint's word on that," Alby pointed at the curly-haired boy, "Minho? Gally? Your inputs?"
Gally scooted closer to the table, "I haven't even talked to the shank much, but a Med-Jack sounds promisin' to me."
Everyone looked at Minho, waiting for his opinion. He didn't make eye contact with anyone, only stared down at his hands while he thought things out. He promised Vanessa he'd talk to the guys about letting her be a Runner. But hearing the other Keepers suggesting being a Med-Jack, his vote began to teeter. Minho could picture her doing both jobs. But she'd enjoy running more than cleaning blood off the floor.
