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Ghost // Male // Age 18 // Training Instructor // Erudite to Dauntless

When Blair passed him the sketchbook, Ghost stared numbly down at it as if he were a truncated body holding his own decapitated head in his hands. Tendrils of shame crawled over him, leaving him feeling violated in a hundred different ways. The sound of his own swallow was deafening. He reached for a witty reply to downplay the situation, to show that Blair flipping through his sketchbook was no big deal, but for once he had no words. The contents of the sketchbook were painfully personal, and the fact that Blair had leafed through them meant that she had glimpsed the innermost workings of his mind. Most of the drawings were too ridiculous for many people to take seriously—a lightbulb with a fishbowl contained in its interior, a harlequin holding a fistful of balloons that were really cloudy planets.
Knowing that Blair had seen them all made Ghost feel as though he were standing before the gates of the afterlife and all the competing sins and virtues written on his soul were being evaluated in divine judgment. It wasn’t that he was afraid of Blair scorn, though. Ghost knew he was abnormal; he was afraid of being understood on such an intimate level. It had been years since he had last drawn within the sketchbook’s pages, but it had been his coping mechanism on those darkest days when all hope had been snuffed from the world.
The only thing to defuse the suffocating pressure building inside of him was the compliment Blair bestowed upon his artwork. And she didn’t seem to be saying it superficially or mockingly, or because it was the kind but meaningless thing to say. She regarded him with a tilted head and her words were lined with grudging respect, as if she were making invisible calculations and assessing him anew. It was the same way Ghost looked at an opponent who had successfully bluffed him at the poker table and stolen a stack of chips from him. He felt fortunate to be on the receiving end of such a gaze this time. “Thank you.” He accepted the compliment quietly, tucking it away for future ego-stroking purposes. Then, with his usual modesty, “But if you think those scribbles are good, then you should really see some of the graffiti art I used to do. You know that mural in Candor territory of the tree with falling leaves that are really birds taking flight?” Ghost smiled crookedly, his brown eyes glowing. “Oh honey, with me flattery will get you everywhere.”
The blue sheets wrinkled as Blair shifted beneath them, swinging her legs over the side of the bed in preparation to stand. But a dangerous wobble ran through her body and she flung out an arm to catch herself against the closest wall. Ghost instinctively stepped forward to lend his assistance, but Blair stopped him with a voice as rough as a knife against teeth. He tried not to feel wounded as she found her footing and brushed past him. While Ghost could completely understand not wanting to be touched, there was an edge to the way that Blair had waved him off that made it clear she still did not trust him. Perhaps she didn’t even like him outside of their mutually beneficial alliance. Frustrated with her contradictory behavior, Ghost couldn’t resist the bait. “Like I said before: If I wanted to kill or otherwise sabotage you, I’ve already had ample chances. Such as the thirteen-hour window where you were out cold. You realize that, right?”
Ghost knew it was an insensitive thing to say, and as soon as the words left his mouth a new thought occurred to him. Maybe Blair wasn’t angry with his treatment of her, but his treatment of Christian and his father. Whether he remembered them or not, Obadiah Parks would never be able to take back his insults aimed at Blair, insults that never would have been uttered if not for Ghost and his complex plans. Perhaps there was nothing to be done about the situation with Parks, but Christian would remember how Ghost had previously hurt him. I have to do something to fix that, or at least try. Something today, he thought, his eyes softening on Blair as she navigated to the door of his bedroom with minimal collisions with furniture. She turned the corner and disappeared into the hall. So lost in thought that he only just now realized that she was intending to waltz through his apartment unaccompanied, Ghost tensed and then darted after her. The last thing he needed was for either Caspian or Maverick to see that he’d brought an initiate to the apartment and start asking questions.
“Hey, uh, I have roommates and maybe it’s best that they don’t see you h—” But Blair marched down the hallway implacably, without so much as a backward glance at him, perhaps because she currently lacked the coordination. Which was just as well, because at that moment Ghost’s chest burned with hot rings of pain and a cough tore out of him. Just one short series, but it was enough to throw him against the wall and make his knees buckle. His vision swelled with tears, making the world swim. Ghost squinted through them. Blair was still moving down the hall with the slow determination of a storm cloud, oblivious to him. With small, surreptitious motions, he reached inside his coat, silently grateful for the fact that he’d fallen asleep in yesterday’s clothes. His fingers encountered the thin, plastic baggie with the insidious silver powder inside. Trying to minimize his shaking, Ghost dumped the contents into one hand, cupped them close to his nose, and inhaled. It was a crude way to take lull, coating the insides of his nose and mouth with fire, while it was so much less abrasive when dissolved into water. But also much harder to conceal.
There was a shallow nudge in Ghost’s mind, one that had become less and less intense over time. Instead of becoming deafening, the volume of his thoughts clicked up only a decibel louder. His shoulders were squared in a way that indicated he’d been worried about something, but it must not have been very pressing, because he forgot what it was. He watched Blair vanish into the kitchen and pursued her, discarding the now empty plastic baggie in a trash can. “You barbarian,” he called out as he watched the blond initiate pull her hair to the side and lower her mouth to the faucet. “If you want something to drink, next time just ask for a cup. What am I going to say, no?” He stood in the kitchen doorway, hands clasped together as he admired Blair. She was haloed in sunlight from the window above the sink, her previously sallow skin now a healthy liquid gold. Ghost decided that if he were to draw her as she was presently posed, with her back to him and her feet spaced wide apart, he would transform her shining hair into the metallic helmet worn by a warrior goddess ready to do battle.
As if feeling his gaze, Blair whipped around. Her eyes flitted down at herself in self-conscious assessment, and when she found no obvious mistakes with her appearance, she asked Ghost if there was something on her face. “When you were asleep,” Ghost mused curiously, ignoring the question, “you mentioned something about pirouettes. And don’t try to tell me I misheard, because I didn’t. So what was that all about?” Ghost tipped his chin up and returned Blair’s stare through half-lidded eyes, equal parts amused and smug. “And to answer your previous question, you don’t have something on your face. However.” He frowned and tentatively started toward Blair, not liking the ring of dark, shapeless splotches around her neck. Obadiah’s parting gift, it seemed. “You do have something on your neck that looks nasty as hell. Let me see?”
Emboldened by the hit of lull, Ghost didn’t wait for permission and rested a cool hand on Blair’s chin. A spasm rolled through Blair, whose body was sandwiched between Ghost in front of her and the kitchen counter behind her, but she didn’t move to push him away. His touch as gentle as a moth, he tipped her head to the side so that he had a better angle to view the bruises. “Yeah, you’re going to want to wear turtlenecks for the next few days,” he murmured, scowling. “Shall I get you some ice for it?” Even though his cursory observation was over, Ghost didn’t immediately move away from Blair and didn’t plan to, not until she sent him away. He was seized by a sudden curiosity to see how she would respond to his closeness, and had thrown her the question as an easy out for her to dismiss him without having to be awkward or assertive about it.
 














Fable




Mood: Void

Location: Barracks

Interactions: Open






Just because she slept didn’t mean she felt any better than she had the night before. Upon returning to the barracks after all the events that unfolded Fable spent close to two hours in the showers. She hadn’t even realized it at the time but as she stood with the hot water raining down on her and washing the blood away it occurred to her that not all of this blood was hers and in a way she was washing Dante away as well. It hurt, the thought ripped the wound right open again and she froze before sinking to the ground where she stayed for far longer than she ever realized. The water ran over her body and her wet hair created a curtain around her face as she hung her head and watched the water run crimson. The swirling blood-stained water was almost hypnotizing for her and she kept watching it until it ran clear, her heterochromatic gaze never breaking away from the small whirlpool that danced along the metal grate. She could remember feeling nothing except the slight tingling sensation across her skin that always occurred when she heard falling water. It wasn’t much but part of the young woman wondered if that slight sensation had been what kept her grounded as she mourned the loss of her friend.

Fable shook the memories of the shower away from her mind as she looked around the barracks and noticed others initiates getting dressed. She noted that many of the outfits weren’t anything like they normally wore for training and for a moment she wondered what the hell was going on. Suddenly the memory of someone mentioning today being a faction-wide party day in honor of one of the leaders hit her mind like a freight train and she realized that everyone was getting ready for a day-long bender. Part of her wanted to run away and hide, to take no part in the celebration because she did not deserve it. However, another part of her recognized that she needed to look and act like nothing was wrong, she needed to be normal and part of that included partying with everyone else. If she didn’t show up and someone noticed it could lead to people poking around and getting involved in things from the day before that they shouldn’t. Drink until you forget. Today you are allowed to feel nothing. She told herself in order to motivate her to actually stand up and get ready like the others were doing.

Making her way to the bathroom Fable quickly changed into one of the few party outfits she owned. It was a few articles of clothing she bought when she first came to Dauntless and hadn’t had a chance to actually wear out yet. Her outfit came together as a plaid black and white mini dress with long sleeves that didn’t really look too dauntless, coupled with a black leather jacket and a few rings that gave the look its edge. Fable wasn’t like the other girls who would be out there in crop tops and backless dresses. There were still parts of her that she didn’t want others to see, part of her that no one except her and those who hurt her had seen. She didn’t need others seeing the scars that littered her shoulders and back, she didn’t want them to see what was done to her when she had still been too afraid to protect herself.

Looking in the mirror she applied a natural-looking layer of makeup to her face and pulled a few front locks of her hair back casually. Slipping into her knee-high lace-up combat boots the flame-haired girl finally took a moment to look at herself fully in the mirror. She looked together, she looked the same, but she did not feel like the girl she had been before yesterday. Some part of her was gone…or had changed. She wasn’t sure if she would ever get it back or in the long run if she would ever want to, but for now, she would act like she hadn’t taken the life of her best friend and hope to any god listening that she did it well.





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Randi




Mood: Undecided

Location: Bedroom

Interactions: Cas, Blair, Mav, and Ghost






The night at the club ended up being just the pick me up Randi needed, and she hoped the feeling was shared by Mav and Cas, though the latter had disappeared rather early on. She had wished that Cas would have stuck around because she had a feeling the girl could be a whole world of fun and that the two of them could easily raise a little hell if given the chance. However, Mav was more than enough for her as she remembered them swaying in sync on the dance floor, her hips moving in perfect rhythm to the music and his doing the same. Dancing with him was like lightning in her veins and drove her to truly put on a sensational show for the young man who had been all across her thoughts the past few days. She remembered snaking her hands across his shoulders as they swayed to the music, her fingers gently gliding up the side of his neck before softly brushing against his cheeks, almost teasingly. Randi had never been shy and last night wasn’t any different, she let the music take control and didn’t care how many eyes were on her so long as she held Mav’s attention above all.

Being around him was intoxicating in a way Randi had never experienced before. Sure she had been intimate with plenty of people, male and female, but none really kept her attention the way Mav seemed to. Jax had been sweet and very fun, for a bit she had considered possibly indulging in more but in the long run, she feared he would get too attached to her and attachment wasn’t really her style. With Mav though she almost didn’t mind the idea of being attached to him, she wanted him to have eyes only for her and it was a feeling she had never truly felt before. Honestly, it terrified her because she did not like the idea of being tied to someone, and ever since they had begun to spend more time together the blonde had been having to CONSTANTLY remind herself of that. Still, as she lay in bed looking at her phone and the drunken pictures she had taken last night she couldn’t help but smile. One selfie, in particular, caught her eye. In it Mav was smiling with eyes closed, the neon lights of the club hitting the side of his face in a flattering manner while she was on the other side of him with her lips pressed to his cheek in a cute and very flirty looking kiss that she could see her own smile shining through. For a moment she debated deleting it but decided to hold onto it until she could figure out what she wanted and what Mav wanted from their flirtation.

Tossing her phone to the side she looked around the room and noticed that she wasn’t in the barracks but rather in her bedroom at her uncle’s apartment. She could vaguely remember drunkenly laughing and strolling home with Mav escorting her to the apartment above the weapons shop. The memory caused the fair, yet sun-kissed beauty to smile a bit as she rolled over to rise from her bed. The smile was replaced by a wince as her injury from the other night made itself known. Looking down at her stomach she noticed that the bandages looked fresh and remembered her asking Freight to help her change them one last time before bed.

Carefully she got to her feet and looked around her room to take inventory of all her options for the big party today. After a few minutes, she had her options narrowed down to two dresses and decided that she really couldn’t pick one over the other. Laying the dresses out she took out her phone and took a picture of each. The first dress was an off-the-shoulder crushed velvet emerald mini dress, the second was a sleeveless hot pink sequin mini dress, both would easily show off her legs and her figure. Selecting the two pictures on her phone she smirked and sent the pictures to Mav, Cas, Blair, Poppy, and Ghost in separate chats. “Which of these will get me the most free drinks today?” She texted with a smirk.

Nerdy. Nerdy. WanderLust. WanderLust. Aviator Aviator





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Thorn




Mood: Compassionate

Location: Dorms

Interactions: Aubrey, Chris, Chet, Griffon






After everything wrapped up with Aubrey the night before Thorn did his best to try and get some sleep on one of the barrack beds. He spent about an hour laying on his side and listening to the world around him, wanting to be alert in case Aubrey needed something or someone. Eventually, though sleep overtook the young man and he managed to drift off for a few hours.

The dreams were not kind, in fact, they bordered on that of what he might face in a fear simulation. In his dream, he was back in the bar with Ghost and Randi except he was there in a position he hadn’t been in before. Instead of racing towards Randi and his father, he was standing in his father’s place. His fingers were wrapped around the hilt of the knife, and he could still feel the echo of the thrust in his muscles as the knife dug deep into the blonde. For some reason, no matter how hard he wanted to, he could not let go and watched in voiceless horror as his arm lurched forward and twisted the knife in Randi’s gut. The fiery blonde let out a gasp as the knife tore into her and drove blood from her mouth. Every part of Thorn wanted the moment to stop, wanted to make it go away and help the girl in front of him. Finally, the arm he couldn’t control pulled the blade out of the female initiate and he watched as she slumped to the ground with a pool of crimson blooming around her. Suddenly his gaze shifted to shards from a broken mirror in the bar and to Thorn’s horror he saw the face looking back at him was half his and half his father's.

The nightmare drove Thorn awake in a cold sweat with the sheets tangled around him like choking vines. As silently as he could he scrambled out of bed and looked around the dorm seeing that almost everyone else was still asleep and the clock on the wall read 5:43 am. He knew without a doubt that there was no way he could ever get back to sleep at this point, not after the nightmare he had just been forced to endure. In the young, freckled boy's mind there was no fate worse than becoming the man his father was. He would never condone violence for the sake of violence. Peace was always an option, even when it seems impossible, or at least that is what Thorn believes and tells himself at every turn in which he is confronted with battle or peace. He didn’t want that to change but still feared that since part of his father is within him…he will become a monster as well.

Deciding to stick around the complex, per Charlie’s request, Thorn made his way up onto the roof to watch the sunrise. It was a beautiful morning, and he was glad he got to witness the first rays of light spread across the sky. The time of silence and natural beauty calmed him and helped him to find his grounding once more. He sat with his arms on his knees as he just breathed and watched the world around him awaken. When he heard the growing noise of Dauntless coming alive on the streets below him, he knew it was time to head inside once more. Getting to his feet he walked back towards the roof access and looked up at the sun a final time with a small smile.

Once he was downstairs Thorn made his way over to the small trunk of clothes he had stored in the barracks like most other initiates. Pulling together a semi-formal outfit from the pieces he had the young man soon adorned black slacks, a black button-up, and a pine green blazer. Like almost everyone else he was getting a bit more done up than usual for the celebration of Jeremy Daniels birthday which was a faction-wide celebration. As Thorn finished fixing the sleeves on his blazer he heard a familiar voice mention his name a looked up to see Chris nodding him over towards his and Aubrey’s direction. Approaching casually the young man gave both of them a cheerful morning smile and mentioned how nice they both looked. Hearing the question asked and the request made Thorn look at the daggers. Asking Aubrey if he could examine them closer he took her nod as approval and carefully picked the blades up to look them over. “Yeah, I could do a custom engraving. What were you thinking of having done?” He inquired as he appreciated the beautifully crafted blade.

His attention once again shifted as two of his pals approached and bid him good morning. “Morning Chet! Morning Griffon!” He greeted with a smile as he carefully returned the daggers to their owner. His eyes noticed the redness on the side of Griffon’s face and he stepped forward to examine the young man. “Griffon, are you okay? What happened? Do you want some ice?” He asked as he looked over the spot where his friend had been hit. Hearing the kind young man's question Thorn’s gaze traveled from the injury towards Griffon’s eyes. “You are never a bother to me Griffon.” He assured his friend with a warm grin. “And it’s okay to be confused, I think a couple of people are. Today is Jeremy Daniels birthday so all training has been canceled and there is a faction-wide party.” He explained kindly. “I think training resumes as normal tomorrow.”

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Shayla




Mood: Tired

Location: Apartment

Interactions: Cassidy & Lainey






Shayla had gone to bed not long after Chris left and rose early due to the sound of workers getting everything ready for the day-long party that would fill the streets of the Dauntless compound. For days she had gone back and forth about whether or not she would participate in the festivities of the day, thinking over pros and cons until finally, she decided she would rather live a little today. It was a funny thought but one she decided to embrace because even if she did drop dead tomorrow, she was happy that she allowed herself a little bit of normalcy today rather than staying in like she always did when she wasn’t training.

Standing at her dresser the young woman finished touching up her makeup when a sharp pain shot through her head and she felt the itch of something in her nose. Quickly she grabbed the towel on her bed and pressed it to her nose gently, pulling it away for a moment to find it stained with fresh blood. Her head was still killing her and so as soon as she could manage she reached into the compartment on the side of her nightstand and retrieved her pain meds. Popping three white tablets with practiced ease the young woman sat on her bed until her nose stopped bleeding and a bit longer as she waited for the meds to kick in. Outside she could hear Lainey’s friend Cassidy arriving, her entrance made known by several sharp knocks on the apartment door that caused Shay to wince.

Soon the pain medication began to kick in and once she could stand without risk of falling the ebony-haired girl decided to finish getting ready. She had quite the collection gathered in her wardrobe, some gifts from her father, some set by her mother as an attempt to restore some form of relationship, others she bought herself for special occasions such as today. Looking through her closet she selected a thin-strapped light rose dress with a plunging neckline and a goddess-style slit that showed off her thigh. On her exposed thigh, she placed a golden thigh chain that had two chains hanging from the jeweled chain in the center. Quickly layering on two simple thin necklaces and adding a cute pair of nude open-toe heels Shay took a second to examine herself in the mirror.

After a few minor adjustments to her hair, she leaned over and gave Lev some pets and a few kisses on the head before finally exiting her room. As she stepped out, she noticed Cassidy and heard her inquire about pain meds. Shay tended to keep a spare bottle in the kitchen in case of emergency so with a nod she replied, “Second cabinet left of the fridge, first shelf.” She knew the question probably wasn’t meant for her but if the girl was in pain Shalya felt that she should help in some way. She looked over the attire of the girl in her kitchen and sighed as she moved towards the laundry machine to put the blood-stained towel in to wash. “If she doesn’t have something for you to wear you can look in my closet.” She said finally and in a rather neutral tone. Shayla didn’t tend to be super possessive of things and she felt bad for the transfer girl in need of something to wear. Honestly, clinging to things, much like relationships, seemed rather pointless to her with the hand she has been dealt, so if Cassidy found something she liked Shayla didn’t mind her using it.

Nerdy. Nerdy. WanderLust. WanderLust.





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Chester Jensen — Transfer Initiate — 16M — Griff, Chris, Aubrey Nerdy. Nerdy. + Thorn Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1
Ever since Chester had transferred into Dauntless, he had been struggling just a bit with the pace of things. It wasn't that it was too fast or too hard for him to maintain a good standing, but it was the sense of routine that he found ruinous. He found that routine was not helpful for his anxiety. The more he fell into any sort of habitual pattern, the more vulnerable he felt to panic attacks— if he started a routine and it became broken, it became very upsetting and could agitate his panic attacks. In Amity, while routine was normal for some people, outside of school he felt free to change up his days however he pleased. So, the break from training was a welcomed change. Typically by now, Chet would be up and getting ready for the day, but he was taking advantage of the morning since training had been canceled. Many initiates were already from Dauntless before their choosing ceremony, so they seemed to retreat home to their families when they felt no need to be there, leaving the dormitory to be much quieter and allowing Chet to sleep for much longer. Well, that was usually the case at least. Not this morning.
He had already woken up a handful of minutes before to his typical alarm, and excitedly shut it off to roll over and get a few more winks before he felt any obligation to get up. Just as he was sinking back into the warm embrace that was sleep, it felt like the dormitory exploded with sound. It started with a soft thud that Chet might explain away as the usual morning blunder of trying to get around and get ready for the day. But the soft thud was immediately followed a by a girl yelling. He sat up quickly, surprised and alarmed by the sudden noise. He was normally the one to step in and help mediate conflicts whenever they arose, so he was ready to jump in and help out anyways. And then he watched his buddy Griffon get punched in the face. "Woah, woah, woah!" He interjected, quickly getting to his feet. Truthfully, he was shocked things escaladed so quickly. There were maybe a couple verbal exchanges between Griffon and the girl he bumped into before the other kid got involved. He swiftly moved to position himself between the two males and faced the aggressor, keeping his hands raised and away from his chest in a clear posture that stated 'I'm defenseless and have no intention to hurt you'. He spoke in a very calm and soothing manner, almost like a school teacher trying to get a small child to calm down. "Jackson— it's understandable to be upset that he bumped into you and your friend, but it's kind of early for a fight, isn't it? He definitely should have watched where he was going, but he apologized. We'll do our best to make sure it doesn't happen again." The teenager offered a shy smile to the blonde boy, and then a concerned look. "Is your hand alright? I could run with you or Indira to go grab you some ice, if you'd like." He could barely get his offer for help out before the girl rolled her eyes and sauntered away, her blonde buddy in tow. Well. He guessed that solved the main problem.
Chet turned and looked at Griff, expecting him to return to whatever task he had been intending to do before he was interrupted by all the needless drama. His friend said he'd needed his hearing aids and in response he stepped out of the way to allow the other boy to pass to be able to make it to his own bed. He scrunched his brow and gave Griffon a quizzical look as he turned back to say his good morning. Had the other boy already forgotten about the punch he just took? Even if Jackson couldn't throw a good punch, it should still sting a little— Jackson had no meat on his knuckles and Griff had no meat on his jaw. "Good morning. It's okay, you already apologized. There's nothing to make up for when it's a small accident like that. Sometimes people just want to be heard, and people probably don't listen to those two much." He shrugged. He couldn't help but grin at how quickly Griffon had moved on. "Is your jaw okay? I guess he must like you if he didn't go for the nose, he kept your good looks in tact."
The teen would have answered his friend's question as to why they weren't training today, but he'd forgotten the real reason. There was a party, but Chet couldn't remember who it was for. Plus, it looked like not knowing would pull Thorn into the duo.
Despite all three of them having different birth factions, he, Thorn, and Griffon had a surprising amount in common. It wasn't something Chet had been expecting out of Dauntless, especially since his own aptitude test had told him he belonged back home, in Amity. He had wondered to himself numerous times if the other boys also shared the same aptitude result. He knew they weren't supposed to talk about it, so he never brought it up. Throughout initiation, Thorn and Griffon had been the two people he really connected to. Well, them and Lainey Covington but Lainey was a different story. With Lainey she was pushing him to be more outgoing and helping him assimilate into Dauntless. But with Thorn and Griffon, he felt at ease. Like he could be himself. He trotted after Griffon as they made their way over to Thorn.
He grinned as Thorn greeted the two of them. "Good morning!" He chirped back, thought quickly fell quiet realizing they were in less familiar company. Chris and Aubrey. Chris and him definitely had a nearly non-existent relationship. Chris and him didn't speak much, and that never bothered Chester so he never felt the need to close the gap between the two of them. He just knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he should not get into any altercations with Chris if he could avoid it. He was pretty large, and Chet had a feeling the blonde boy could explode into unrelenting fury if provoked properly. And Aubrey... Well. He pursed his lips slightly at the thought. Aubrey had said a few things early in initiation that rubbed him the wrong way, and he guessed his response also rubbed her the wrong way. Ever since there had been a bit of a tension between them. He had internally forgiven her for said comments, and has done his best to not treat her any differently, but he still felt tense around her. He threw a glance her way while Thorn talked.
His freckled face to Griffon as Thorn explained it was a birthday party for someone important in the faction. He wasn't usually the first one to speak, but this time he spoke up. "What do you think, Griff? Are we going?" He asked. The idea of a birthday party was neither super appealing or unappealing to Chet. He had a suit ready, and he was used to going to birthday parties. Though the ones he remembered attending in Amity didn't have quite the dress code that matched Thorn's current outfit. If he was going, Chet definitely needed to brush his teeth. And figure something out with his hair. He was still in the t-shirt and shorts he had slept in, and his fluffy brown hair was quite the mess at the moment.
 














Bloom




Mood: Concerned

Location: Home

Interactions: Charlie






The night had been a long one but Bloom would have done it again and again if it meant she could be there for Charlie. Though she couldn’t say it she had some semblance of an idea of what her best friend was going through and felt terrible that she couldn’t do more to help her. She had laid there for hours last night watching her friend sleep, afraid that at any moment Charlie would start to have nightmares and might accidentally hurt herself. She managed to sleep a bit and any time she saw that her best friend was beginning to stir and awaken slightly she would close her eyes and pretend to be asleep so Charlie wouldn’t feel guilty. Bloom was, of course, careful to keep her distance and give her distressed friend all the space she needed but at one point in the night, she noticed how cold Charlie looked and dared to carefully drape a blanket over her. Luckily the sensation didn’t wake the sweet medic from what little sleep she seemed to get and Bloom was relieved.

When early morning rolled around Bloom was more than happy to get up and make breakfast for the two of them while Charlie went to get a shower and get ready for the day. She told her that the closet was open to her and she could wear whatever she liked, so when Charlie appeared to show off her chosen outfit it made Bloom smile like the sun. “You pull off that look far better than I ever have.” She chuckled with praise. “Let’s see another spin superstar.” She added with a smile as the two of them laughed together and for a moment the world seemed normal again. The moment faded however when they sat down to eat and Bloom could tell something was tearing at Charlie’s heart. She wanted to ask but worried she might risk making Charlie feel worse if she did. She knew that at a certain point her best friend would want to deal with stuff on her own and if she needed Bloom she need only ask.

Hearing the wavy-haired brunette ask about Ghost and if he had shown up at the funeral yesterday caused Bloom to pause and think. So much had happened yesterday and truthfully her main concern had been focusing on Charlie. As she thought back to the funeral however she slowly shook her head. “Sorry, Char but I don’t think I saw him there at all.” She replied after a moment.

As they finished eating Charlie insisted on cleaning despite Bloom attempting to do so herself. Eventually, the sweet young woman won Bloom over and she agreed to allow Charlie to clean so long as she was sure she wanted to. As she began to walk off to go get ready for the day she heard her friend inquire what she planned to do and paused. “I told a few people I would be at the celebration but I can totally skip if you want me to stay here?” She offered, her words genuine. “I don’t mind. We could stay in, eat junk food, watch a stupid movie, the works.” She added as she tried to make sure her friend knew the offer was sincere.

Charlie didn’t seem to want to be the reason Bloom couldn’t go to the festivities no matter how much Bloom insisted she would rather stick around with her. To be honest the former bartender didn’t know what more she could say to convince her best friend that she would happily drop everything to be with her, especially now. When Charlie gave her that signature Charlie look Bloom knew she couldn’t win and with a sigh, she nodded and turned to head towards her room. “You’ll need to judge my outfit though.” She called over her shoulder before disappearing into her bedroom.

Less than half an hour later Bloom reemerged from the back of her apartment with her black heels gently clicking against the floor to sound her arrival. Mimicking Charlie’s earlier twirl she showed off her outfit of choice to her best friend. “So, what do you think?” She asked as she struck an overly dramatic pose that showed off her black dress that draped over one shoulder and ended mid-thigh. Her hair was down and framing her face nicely as she had applied a beautiful crimson lipstick to her lips as well as a delicate smoky eye around her lids and lashes that made her eyes pop.

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Maverick Maddox // Male// 18// Dauntless Born // Instructor
Interacting With: Ghost Aviator Aviator

Maverick was lost in grief and anger. The feeling had become standard since Caspian’s passing. Confusion and helplessness compiling inside of him until he barely had any control over his emotions. A brick wall of muscle on auto pilot, his heavy boots thudding against the ground as he thundered down the street with dangerous purpose. He had been out ungodly late last night, dancing with Randi and letting himself disappear amongst a crowd of anonymous faces. It had been therapeutic in a way. When Randi had finally decided to head home with Cas, Maverick had resolved to stay a little longer. The hours ticked by as Maverick sipped on water, not trusting himself with any more alcohol. Before he knew it, the sun was slowly beginning to creep up above the horizon, and Maverick still sat at the bar, lost in thought. Had Maverick gone home with Randi, perhaps he wouldn’t be on the violent mission he was currently pursuing, but the situation had indeed durned catastrophic. After receiving a text from Randi that morning, inquiring about which dress he thought she should wear, Maverick had been reminded of an unpleasant memory he had been trying to bury.

Caspian’s phone still sat in his pocket, weighing him down like he was carrying around Caspian’s tomb with him. The phone was a piece of junk, and Maverick probably should’ve just thrown it out, yet still, the small device remained in his pocket, his last tie to his deceased brother. For the first time, Maverick unlocked the phone, guessing easily enough that the password lock was the digits of his brother’s birthday. He immediately felt a pit of guilt forming in his gut, as if he was violating some sort of privacy, breaking some final shred of respect, yet still, he couldn’t help it. He casually sifted through the text messages on the phone, looking for any clues as to what his brother’s final moments might have been like, but he came up dry, no answers, nothing out of the ordinary. With a sharp exhale of breath, the dark haired boy clicked a few more buttons on the phone, pulling up the call log to see who his brother had most recently talked to before his demise. His stomach churned, his fingers clenched tighter around the phone as his breath started coming in heavy waves. On the night of his death, Caspian had made seven outgoing calls to Ghost. Not one of them had been answered. In fact, Ghost had not even sent a text to Caspian in response. The other instructor had given Caspian complete radio silence despite his brother’s persistent calls. Maverick felt his blood beginning to boil.

His thoughts were racing almost as fast as his feet were, already headed towards the most likely place he would find Ghost, their shared apartment. Had Caspian been calling Ghost for help? If there truly was foul play involved in Caspian’s death… if he had been murdered, than Ghost was at least partially responsible wasn’t he? Maverick’s jaw was locked in anger now as he pounded up the steps to the apartment, obviously not thinking clearly. He had to know. He needed to know why Ghost had ignored Caspian’s calls. Maverick threw open the front door with distinct rage, taking a few steps into the apartment before his eyes landed on a strange sight. Ghost was tangled up with a familiar looking blonde… Blair Avalon if he was not mistaken. The initiate was leaned back against the kitchen counter while Ghost hovered dangerously close to her neck. Maverick stiffened but did not look away. In fact, it was Blair who finally broke the silence once she noticed his presence, quickly stepping away from Ghost and excusing herself. Ghost made some sort of exasperated comment, trying to explain Blair’s presence, but Maverick didn’t move. His eyes simply narrowed at Ghost as his chest heaved with anger. Blair quickly padded away, disappearing into Ghost’s bedroom, only to return with her shoes on and her jacket zipped up. Her cheeks were flushed a bright pink as she wordlessly slipped past Ghost and Maverick. Maverick still did not break his gaze, his eyes locked on Ghost until he heard the door latch behind him and the two men were alone.

Ghost seemed quite flustered as he angrily asked Maverick what his problem was. Maverick practically growled as he shoved his hand into his pocket, once again removing Caspian’s phone and pulling up the call log before tossing the phone to Ghost, who just barely caught it. The other instruct seemed confused, but Maverick didn’t care, his voice was dangerously even as he spoke. “They gave that to me at the hospital when I identified his body.” Numb. He was so numb even as a fire burned in his chest. “He called you seven times the night he died. My guess is you were so concerned with yourself that you couldn’t even bother to pick up the damn phone.” Too many emotions to process flickered across Ghost’s face, Maverick had no idea what to make of it, but he didn’t care as he stepped closer to him, the anger and betrayal clear on his face. “Do you ever care about anyone other than yourself, Ferris? Look I know you don’t care about me but Caspian?” His voice cracked ever so slightly with anger as his emotions began to slip through the cracks of his mask. “Caspian was good. Caspian cared about you but you don’t care about anyone but yourself.” He snarled, his rage finally escalating to the point of physical manifestation as he extended both hands and shoved Ghost hard in the chest, hard enough to send him stumbling back a few steps. “Why didn’t you answer him? What was so god damn important in the world of Ghost that you couldn’t even answer one fucking phone call?”
 
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Ghost // Male // Age 18 // Training Instructor // Erudite to Dauntless

Neither Blair nor Ghost spoke, as if they were sharing an illusory dream that might shatter if handled without the utmost caution. It reminded him of when a storm was about to break, the clouds piling up, the air so thick with electricity that it was difficult to breathe. Blair’s cosmic-blue eyes held an infinite depth, and Ghost felt as if he were falling into a seam of reality where space and time did not exist as he stared into them. Desire stirred low in his belly, his heart hammering fast and hard and everywhere at once.
Suddenly Blair’s eyes were expanding. Even after Ghost thought they had surpassed a point that they couldn’t get any larger, they somehow did, until they seemed in danger of popping out of Blair’s skull. She wasn’t looking at him with wanting or lust. Sparks of self-consciousness kindled into a shameful inferno inside of Ghost’s chest. Had he been too bold with his approach? Had he horrendously misread the situation? He fumbled for words, his lips moving soundlessly as he tried to remember how to produce articulate sound, and then Ghost realized that Blair wasn’t staring at him at all. A sense of dark foreboding walked up his spine. He turned around and immediately wished he hadn’t.
Maverick Maddox’s face was as expressionless as the granite side of a mountain. He stood rimed in light, hulking in the doorless entryway to the kitchen, his broad shadow slanting across the floor. Ghost’s heart gave a piercing judder inside the cavity of his chest, as if it might break through and fling itself to the floor in what it thought would be a pleasant death compared to the grim fate that awaited it if it remained where it was. Seeing that it was far too late to step away from Blair to avoid being caught together, Ghost’s hands unconsciously tightened around her, as if he could fold her up and tuck her away from harm like a magician’s scarf. In response, Blair pushed against his whitening grip on her shoulders and slid along the kitchen counter at her back, disengaging from Ghost. In the oppressive silence that had befallen the kitchen, her words echoed louder than gunshots. His breath paused as Blair made her way up to the doorway to slip past Maverick, filled with the irrational fear that he would turn the full strength of his rippling muscles against her and punish her for Ghost’s transgression.
Maverick let her pass unmolested. Ghost could have sunk to the floor in relief. A minute later she reappeared from his bedroom with her jacket balled up inside her hands and her shoes untied in her haste. The front door shut with such force behind her exit that it quivered in its frame. Conscious of Maverick’s unrelenting glower in his direction, Ghost didn’t meet his eyes, seeking out any and all distractions to occupy his attention. Eventually his hand closed around his phone. Randi had texted him in the last few minutes, asking which of two dresses would earn her the most free drinks at today’s party. Go for the green whenever you’re taking people’s money, Ghost judiciously texted back. Pretending to be highly engrossed in his phone, he shuffled as casually as possible toward the kitchen doorway where Maverick loomed, keeping his head bowed. If Blair had been successful skirting around him, then there was no reason to assume that Ghost wouldn’t be too.
But that hope shriveled up and died like an unwatered plant when Maverick shifted his weight to more effectively block the center of the doorway. Ghost briefly considered whether the indignity of ducking down and squeezing himself between one of Maverick’s legs and the wall would be worth dodging the brewing disaster. “Excuse me.” Ghost cleared his throat and self-importantly puffed himself up a little. “I seek to pass here, and you’re rather in the way,” he said to Maverick, flashing the other boy a bland smile, as if Ghost had just bestowed a generous shred of wisdom upon him instead of stating an obvious fact.
Maverick did not move over. Instead, he thrust a dark, rectangular object at Ghost, who accepted only because it was forced into his hand and still almost dropped it because Maverick withdrew immediately. Light gleamed off the phone’s glossy black screen. Ghost felt as if Maverick had sucker-punched him and nearly folded over, certain that his fellow instructor intended to have Ghost call the leadership panel and inform them of his advance on Blair before Maverick did so. You call them, or I will, the phone threatened silently.
Yet Maverick’s words—his first since his arrival—were wildly incongruous with the scenario that Ghost had concocted in his head, and were just as enigmatic across the wide variety of contexts he attempted to assign to them. Selfish relief that he wouldn’t be fired today mingled with utter bewilderment at Maverick’s meaning and morbid curiosity at the body that Maverick had purportedly identified. “Did… someone die?” Ghost tentatively responded, attempting to read Maverick’s implications since he clearly had no intentions to outright say what he meant.
Maverick’s twisted face hovered over him like a demonic death mask, promising vengeance and damnation. His next words rattled around in Ghost’s head, taunting him. Called you seven times… Memory washed over him, closing around him. He remembered flipping through his phone inside Randi’s too-bright hospital room as the injured initiate lay sleeping, just as the screen flashed with an incoming call that he had ignored. As Maverick spoon-fed him clues one at a time, Ghost felt as if his goal were to guess a dark and grisly riddle, the answer to which would tilt his world on its axis. Or were these the absent ramblings of a drunk man reliving some horror from his past? Maverick was standing so close that the smell of cheap liquor was overpowering, yet his glare managed to be penetrating even through bloodshot eyes. Ghost started to suspect that Maverick had fallen into his brother’s pattern for drinking more than he could handle, and this spontaneous confidence in Ghost of past trauma would never be happening if he were sober.
All curiosity about Maverick’s drunken woes abandoned Ghost the second that his colleague invoked the forsaken name of his childhood. Ghost’s senses dulled at the edges and then rapidly sharpened, as if he’d just taken another hit of lull. Unbidden, a wisp of cigar smoke pushed to the forefront of Ghost’s mind as Averill Jacobi smoked in his study, the company’s ledgers spilled on the surface of the heavy wooden desk before him. The rapid clacking of a keyboard falling silent as Tabitha pursed copper lips at whatever sentence she had just written, hard at work on her next publication. They and Margot were the only ones allowed to call him that name. And since Ghost had run away from Margot and was never going back, that name had essentially died with them. The fact that Maverick was using it now was a disrespect that Ghost could not let go unaddressed.
Ghost tilted his chin up so that he was looking at Maverick through dispassionate, half-lidded eyes. “Out of respect for my roommate’s brother, I’ll forget you ever called me that this one time. But I would like to remind you that you’re a guest in my apartment who’s been freeloading for the past week.” His voice was as cold as a dead fish across the face. “Make sure you don’t overstay your welcome, Maddox.”
He’d barely gotten that last syllable out before Maverick started rambling about Caspian’s goodness in that incensed, implacable tone of ex-soldiers who are lost in their cups bemoaning how their country never did a damn thing to repay their service. His voice sharpened, turning suddenly accusatory as Ghost became the object of his ire. Words surfaced in his head, like bodies on the water, words that his tongue itched to say despite his better judgment knowing that to do so would be to self-incriminate. How’s knocking Blair out of a bullet’s path and not killing Fable when it would have been the most personally convenient option for not caring about anyone other than myself? Ghost knew with fiery defiance that he didn’t have to justify himself to Maverick, that he didn’t owe his temporary colleague a damn thing other than perhaps his rightful portion of this week’s food and electricity bill. “You ignorant, sanctimonious fuck,” Ghost spat. “There’s no such thing as good people, your piece-of-work brother included, and neither are there bad people. There’s just people making choices, and how others wish to view those choices is a subjective th—”
Before Ghost could finish his thought, Maverick’s face spasmed with crazed fury. He lunged forward and bulled into Ghost, hard, sending him careening into the kitchen counter where he’d been standing with Blair minutes ago. His back teeth snapped together as his head flew backward from the momentum and collided with the row of overhead cabinets. Ghost’s vision spotted black. A taste like rust filled his mouth. When he straightened, his back shrilled in protest, bruised from his scuffle with Anika Vex in the Erudite laboratory. On the surface, Ghost was calm and composed as he smoothed his long black coat, but internally he felt the darkness boiling inside him like molten rock. “A minute ago I missed seven phone calls, and now it’s just down to one? In another minute will it be three?” he mocked, lip curled. It was true that he wouldn’t stand a chance against Maverick in a fistfight, but Ghost hadn’t survived the snake pit of Erudite high society, the streets of Baneberry, and then the fearscapes of Dauntless initiation by playing fair. More than anything, he wanted an excuse to stab this arrogant bastard and teach him a lesson, which he could legally do if Maverick attacked him in his own home. “Do you care to iron out the wrinkles in your story before you go putting it up for sale?”
 
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Charlotte "Charlie" Stark || 20 || Medic || Dauntlessborn


While Bloom showered Charlie had cleaned the dishes, put away the food and wiped down all the benches. Maybe she went a bit overboard by cleaning so much, but genuinely she found the cleaning process to be very therapeutic. She felt a buzz in her pocket and she checked it, but instead of being from Ghost, which she had been hoping and half expecting, it was a call from Sasha, confirming the time of the family dinner tonight. Charlie nodded, blushing as she realized her mother couldn't see her nod through the phone. "Yes it is tonight, I... will make sure with... Everyone." She said, almost name dropping Ghost, before realizing that Sasha hadn't met him yet, at least not as Charlie's boyfriend. Was he her boyfriend? She bit her lip as Sasha relayed how excited she was, and how she would begin getting ready immediately, "You don't have to go to such extremes mum..." Charlie tried to assure her, but stopped when Sasha spoke. "Charlie, let me do this, it distracts me from today." Charlie sighed a sigh of realization and again relief. They said goodbye and Charlie walked out into the living room, sitting down on the couch as she sent a text to Aubrey. "Are you and Finn still coming tonight?" Charlie was surprised when Aubrey messaged her back so quickly, yet what surprised her more was that Aubrey said that Thorn would be coming instead of Finn. She supposed it was fair for Aubrey to choose whoever she wanted to bring as a date, Charlie wouldn't be mad at all, she loved Thorn dearly and found her heart had warmed drastically at the thought of him being there. She then sat there with her phone in her hand, hovering over Ghost's contact number on her phone. She nibbled at her lip harder, probably too hard, and barely resisted the urge to suck the ends of her hair. She didn't know whether she wanted or didn't want to message Ghost, because he had been... well... nearly Ghosting her all of yesterday, and that made her feel very unconfident. She breathed out shakily, slowly, and finally clamped her jaw shut as she sent Ghost a simple text that should have been easier for her to write, as it wasn't very complicated or long. She just struggled from her anxiety over what Ghost would reply. Charlie found it hard to start the text, almost dropping a "hello Ghost" in it, but thinking that might be weird, she simply decided to be very simple in her writing. Just confirming that you are still available for dinner tonight? Charlie sent it, and closed her phone, not wanting to see Ghost's reply, if he were to reply as fast as Aubrey would. Instead, she was delightfully distracted by Bloom as the beautiful woman walked out and surprised her by looking so gorgeous. Charlie clapped her hands as Bloom mimicked her spin from before, and grinned. "You look gorgeous, it compliments you amazingly." She said. The two girls smiled warmly at each other and Charlie felt a buzz in her pocket again, but ignored it, expecting it to be Ghost. If he would ignore her all of yesterday, he could wait a few minutes for her to see his reply. Bloom suggested that they take a selfie, and Charlie agreed, as they huddled close and Bloom used her own phone to snap a couple cute and silly photos of the two girls.

After being completely ready for the day and having finished chatting and being together, Charlie and Bloom exited the apartment that Bloom used and walked slowly away from it. The road and area was bustling with lots of people and everyone was looking fancier, well... as fancy as Dauntless could look, Charlie surmised that Erudite parties would be much more elegant. Everyone was looking much like Charlie and Bloom and everything in between. Charlie avoided looking at any pictures of their "great leader" and tried to ignore the festivities in general as they walked away form all the bustle in the compound. Bloom had made it sure to Charlie that she would stay with her if she wanted, but Charlie knew that not only would she feel guilty for taking Bloom away from the party, but she had something to go to this evening anyway, and didn't need to steal Bloom only to leave her later anyway. "I wouldn't mind if we hung out before the party though, I am going to have dinner at my mother's tonight, but I'm free for now..." Charlie was surprised as her phone started buzzing and ringing in her pocket, and she picked it up, not even looking at the name, as she was certain that it had to be Ghost. She motioned an apology to Bloom as she put the phone to her ear. "Hello?" She said, excitement at hearing Ghost's voice causing her heart to beat drastically. However, when the nasally and unpleasant sound of Noah's voice rang over the phone she winced, her heart lowering her spirit and she glanced at Bloom almost in desperation. Bloom caught the look, and inched closer, Charlie quickly flicked the phone onto speaker mode so that Bloom would be able to hear the conversation. "Charlie, I have been thinking about what we talked about... I haven't thought of anything quite worthy for you to do for me, I mean, I have everything I need. But I do not have a date to take to the party tonight, and I thought since you owe me some favors, you could be my date tonight? I would be heavily convinced to open up about having seen you the night of..." Charlie interrupted Noah, not wanting to hear him abuse Caspian's name with his disgusting voice. Bloom was not happy, Charlie could tell, but she motioned and shook her head, not wanting Bloom to answer. "Unfortunately I am occupied later this evening Noah, so I wouldn't be able to accompany you for the evening." She relayed, a large relief welling up within her. "That is very unfortunate, I guess I can't quite help you either then, but... You could at least begin the party with me, until you need to leave that is? Surely it's the least you could do, and I'll say that your favor ha s been partly paid off?" He said, his voice like a snake. Bloom shook her head at Charlie, but Charlie hesitated to saying no, and actually surprised herself when she said. "Yes, okay, I'll join you for the beginning of the party. But that's it." She said, and hung up, before Noah could continue to grate upon Bloom and Charlie's ears with his weasel voice. "I know what you want to say Bloom, but I need Noah, he's the only one who can help me get out of my situation. Plus, I think I can handle him." Charlie admitted to Bloom, and smiled. "Now let's ignore the idea for a while, before I have to go and be his date, I can hang out with you!" Charlie spoke faster and more excitedly than usual, but it was likely that it was her nerves doing that, rather than Charlie being entirely excited or chatty.

Charlie hardly spoke though as she began to regret her decision to say yes to Noah. It meant she had to spend time with him, and it meant she had to go to this forsaken party, it meant she had to see Jeremy and it was entirely likely that she would have to interact with him as Noah was very close to Jeremy. She just hoped that she could avoid that at all costs. But the idea had made her tense up and she felt her heart tense in pain as she walked. As they walked post a local cafe she asked Bloom if they could pop in, and she ordered a chamomile tea, and then once she got it they left again. She began to sip at her tea, burning the roof of her mouth before realizing how hot it was, and then sipped it very slowly after that.
"Can we make a trip to the infirmary?" She asked Bloom, but didn't even need to guess that Bloom's answer would be a yes. They changed their direction and began to walk to the infirmary. The tea did help but Charlie was feeling the beginnings of an anxiety attack, and her vision was almost centering, and she struggled to see the sides of the hallway, her eyes only focused forward, as the beating in her ears extended and got louder. She swallowed. "Bloom, can you tell me something? Anything? Just... can you talk.... please... " Charlie's voice was strained and painful, and Bloom was a beautiful woman as she began to talk about something. Charlie felt guilty for making Bloom practically baby sit her right now. But she was eternally grateful. It didn't take them long to get to the med bay, and Charlie placed her half drank tea on the bench as she searched for some anxiety reducing medication. She didn't want to take too many, but she took a small dose. Even the thought of having took them began to calm her down, and Charlie sighed, shooting an apologetic but grateful smile at Bloom. "Thank you. I'm sorry, I think I just started overthinking. I'm okay now." She looked around the room, frowning slightly. "it looks like this got a lot of use out of it yesterday." She said, as she noted the bin was almost overflowing with bloody bandages and sterilizing pads. Certain things were emptier and had been put back in the wrong place. Charlie nibbled on her bottom lip, "I wonder what happened, I hope everyone is okay." She said as she emptied the bin into the larger one that was down the hall slightly. She then felt her phone buzz again, and she almost didn't look at it, but was grateful when she did. "It's Phillip! What a goofball. Does he also only message you in gifs?" She asked, showing the goofy gifs to Bloom and causing the two girls to giggle, and Bloom checked her phone, and they began to watch as Phillip began to send them a number of stupid gifs that seemed to be asking if they were going to the party. Charlie raised her eyebrow at Bloom and waited to see what Bloom would reply. Charlie had an inkling that Phillip might have had a crush on Bloom, but she wanted to know whether her friend reciprocated any feelings before ever making fun of it. They both received a couple more gifs, Phillip asking if they liked his outfit, and then a gif of him. Charlie laughed. "Wait... how did he gif that? where even is he? Oh my, Phillip is such a good laugh."

Interacting with: Bloom Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1 Aubrey, Ghost Aviator Aviator (Also Noah and Phillip)

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Aubrey Amber Stark || 16 || Initiate || Dauntlessborn


Aubrey wasn't sure she was excited about the idea of getting the knives engraved, but as she thought about it, and as Thorn examined them and told her that it was entirely possible, she thought about it some more, examining them herself as Thorn passed them back and Christian continued to braid her hair. She wondered what she would engrave them, and decided to place them down as Christian finished up with her hair. He murmured something about needing to get changed and hopped off of the bunk. Aubrey nodded herself, knowing she needed to change as well. She firstly put her hair up into the style she had wanted it before, weaving the long braid around her head in a beautiful blonde crown. She then flicked her phone on to use the camera to check, but before she could she saw a text from Charlie, asking about tonight. Aubrey felt a stab in her heart as she remembered how she and Finn were going to go to the dinner but... she sent back a text quickly. "Not Finn, but Thorn and I are coming. See you then." She sent, and then flicked to her camera and began to pick at pieces of her hair until it was perfect, and then began to apply her make up, she only put on a small amount of gold eyeshadow, then some dark mascara, and to really make the outfit pop she put on some vibrant red lipstick. She took a few selfies as she sat on her bed, ignoring whoever may have still been in the dormitory as she did so. She wanted to send pics to Finn and ask him how she looked, but even as her finger hovered over his name she simply shut the phone off and hopped off of the bed and almost fluidly removed most of her clothes and slipped into her sleek red dress that she had hung up before. She smoothed it over her tall body, and made sure the sleeves came all the way to her wrists. She looked at the heels she had brought, and then gazed at her dauntless thigh high boots, humming and haaing over the decision between heels or boots. She was going to grab her heels, but then she noticed some boots that had accidentally been shoved under the bed, and she dipped down to grab them. Some black boots with about the same heel as the ones she was about to put on, and they only went up to her ankle. She slipped them on. wondering how long she'd lost them under Finn's bed. She spun around and then nodded as she looked herself over, believing herself to look good. She looked around the room, wondering who she was going to hang out with today. Her eyes lit upon Thorn, who was standing with Chet and Griffon. Although she knew neither of them well, Griffon seemed nice enough, plain and not very interesting, but nice. He was quite easily already claimed by Cas though, which seemed odd but Aubrey wasn't going to try for him. Chet was good looking, and he seemed fun enough, but early on they had clashed rather spectacularly, and Aubrey had just made a note to try and avoid him most of the time. Thorn however, was coming to the dinner with her tonight, and she had opened up to him about the mission that she had from Jeremy.

The mission was simple, and it had fallen into place almost too perfectly. Aubrey had found out that what Jeremy had stated was true, she had found the evidence inCharlie's room, blood stains, clothing with rips and blood on it, Charlie always wore makeup and clothes that would conceal bruises but it wasn't always possible. Both Sasha and Charlie were quite private and quiet people, the perfect kind for abusing. But the question of WHO it could be had been a mystery. The first person one would think when thinking of men that were close to Charlie was only Caspian. But Caspian couldn't hurt Charlie, Aubrey refused to believe it, plus... he was... dead. But now she had found out that Charlie had a suitor, something Aubrey could never remember Charlie having before, and was bringing him for dinner tonight. Aubrey ran through how the day would go. She would go to Jeremy's party, she might be able to tell him the plan but... she felt her knees wobble as she thought about it, maybe not... He was a little intimidating. Either way, she would go to the party, then she and Thorn would leave early and go to her mums place, then they would meet Charlie and her new suitor. they would have dinner, play along nicely, maybe Aubrey would ask interrogating questions if she could slip them in well, or maybe not. Otherwise she would simply eat happily and pretend all is well. When, inevitably, Charlie and her man would leave, Aubrey would call or message Jeremy to tell him who it was, and then she would follow Charlie and the bastard. She wouldn't leave Charlie alone with him for a second. How the night would go after that was a bit fuzzy. Aubrey hoped she would be able to maybe attack him, tie him up or get him in a vulnerable position. Wait for Jeremy and back up. She realized that she might be... well... she refused to believe that she would be incapable to do this, but she had no idea who this person was, it might have been entirely probable that they would be too much for her. But Thorn would be there, and he would help her, he was big and strong, and of course eventually Jeremy would be there too.

Jeremy. It was his birthday today, and Aubrey knew that meant she would likely see him at the party. That was brilliant, she could tell him to keep an eye on his phone since she would find out who had been hurting her sister. She realized this meant she needed those knives on her. She sighed, and knew that meant she would have to wear the thigh high boots, as there was nowhere else to keep the knives hidden. She took off the boots she'd found, placing them back under the bed, and wondering whether they were hers, or Finns. She then put on the thigh high boots, placing the daggers one into each. She moved around a bit, making sure they were comfortable, before finally feeling prepared for the night. She chewed the inside of her cheek and looked again for whom she could interact with until the party started. She sat on Finn's unused bed and looked at everyone. She had this sinking feeling that if she were to call for allies, if for any need she needed them, that it would be for naught, as she hadn't made many, or any, friends. The only people she felt close to were the ones she had grown up with and had been friends with since birth, basically. And she was losing them too. Finn was seemingly gone. Charlie seemed distant. Christian was obsessed with Blair mostly. She'd never completely fit in with Randi, Poppy and Blair either, anyhow none of them were here anyway, and then Thorn was just.. .Thorn. Nothing wrong with him of course, but she admitted that she'd never pursued a friendship with him since she'd always had Finn right there beside her. She laid back on Finn's bed, looking up at the boards of the bunkbed, trying to decide what to do until the party. She finally resorted to going and seeing if Thorn would allow her to hang out with him and his friends. She would die of boredom otherwise. She rose up and waltzed over to Thorn's little party of boys and plastered a smirky grin on her face. "Hey guys." She said, smiling at all of them, that's when the idea popped into her head. "You're all going to the party right? Awesome, well I am fairly bored waiting for it to start. I was wondering if you'd want to take us to your workshop Thorn? You could even help me think of what I could engrave on my daggers? Or give me a chance at doing something? I have a feeling I could be good at it, but I've never tried. Wouldn't it be fun though?" She babbled on excitedly as ideas seemed to flow into her head as they came out of it. She linked her arm with Thorn, as if to claim him from the other boys, just in case they wanted to steal him away. "We could all go to the party together then!" She flashed a toothy grin as she looked at Thorn expectantly waiting for him to agree to her request about seeing the workshop.

Interacting with: Christian, Charlie, Thorn Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1 Griffon, Chet spyder spyder


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Christian "Chris" Parks || 16 || Initiate || Dauntlessborn


Christian had finished Aubrey's hair as quickly and as well as he could. It wasn't that he was in a rush, but from his own experience if you waited too long with hair, it could fall out of place, especially when you had hair as long as Aubrey's, and it had been recently washed. But it didn't take him too long to finish her hair. He excused himself then, saying he needed get ready for the day. He jumped off of the bed and went over to his own bunk, which he rarely used. He ruffled through his clothes, eventually finding one of his many suits. It was a carbon copy of the others, a light blue button up, a black jacket, pants and shoes, along with an expensive watch that had been passed down from his mom. He put everything on right there and then, and then made his way to the bathrooms so he could check himself in the mirror to make sure he had gotten everything on properly. As he went in he saw Fable stood there staring into the mirror. "Hi." He said briefly as he walked in, watching as she almost twitched in surprise to his greeting, before returning one herself. Christian stood near her, but not too close as to be rude, and checked that his suit was correctly positioned and didn't look too shabby. His eyes weren't quite on himself though, as he looked in the mirror his eyes washed over Fable, she looked really pretty, but almost lost, as if she weren't currently there with him in the bathroom, but somewhere else. Christian cleared his throat slightly. "You look really pretty." He said, hoping he didn't come off as being too creepy or if it was an unwanted compliment. He simply said what he was thinking. It was a cute outfit and he liked the way it complimented her different colored eyes and her fiery hair. "I like how your hair and eyes are so bright against the black and white colors." He smiled and then continued to look at himself, his hair had been combed, but now it was again in it's usual floppy style of being in his eyes. He ran some water through his fingers, then ran those fingers through the hair, not finding a way of making it look presentable. He found himself getting frustrated as he looked at the hair becoming almost more and more messy as he stood there. Finally he gripped the sink with his hand, and gripped it so tightly that his knuckles went white. He took a couple of deep breaths as he tried to think of some way to get his hair to look presentable. That was when he heard Fable's gentle voice open up, asking if he needed any help. He looked at her, his blue eyes swimming with grey swirls. "I can't seem to style my hair, honestly I think it needs a cut, it's probably gotten too long." He said, his hair almost agreeing with him as it fell into his eyes. He tried to flick it out of his eyes, but instead all her did was flick Fable gently with a small amount of water. She startled a little, and Christian stepped forward, "Sorry! I didn't realize it had that much water in it..." He said sheepishly. He realized that Fable's hair looked amazing, and wondered if she would be able to help him. "Would you be able to do something with my hair? Your's looks lovely." He said. He hoped he wasn't disturbing Fable so much by talking to her, she had looked a little pale when he walked in, but now she had a little bit of colour to her face, or at least, that's how it appeared to be for him. She agreed to his request, and Christian waited as she ran out to get a comb. He stared in the mirror as she was gone. As she came back, he turned to her so she could get to his hair, though as there was a little height difference, he crouched a bit so she could reach it quite easily. Fable worked easily and quickly, and when she was finished, stepping back from him, Christian stood up and viewed her handy work. She had combed his hair to the point where it looked tidy and was no longer in his eyes. "Wow. Thank you. It looks much better." He said with a smile, and faced her.

Christian knew that it was maybe impolite to ask Fable to go to the party with him, but he hoped she had someone to go with.
"Hey, I need to go find Blair. But if you don't have anyone to be with at the party, please do come find me, I would enjoy having you around, and I'm sure Blair, if I find her, won't mind." He smiled, stepping closer to her to hopefully relay the serious nature in which he said something like that. "Only if you want to, of course, but I don't like the idea of someone having to go alone." He said, and briefly began to reach out to touch her arm in a loving and friendly way, but quickly stopped himself. That was likely inappropriate, so he instead simply nodded and waited for her to say something, anything, so that he could leave. Once she had done so, he gave her a small wave, "I'll see you then, hopefully." He said, and walked past her and out into the dormitory. He walked past Chet, Griffon, Thorn and Aubrey, and out into the corridors of the Dauntless compound. He was determined to find Blair. She still hadn't replied to his messages and he was getting properly worried. If Ajax, or someone else, had hurt Blair while Christian was helpless to do anything, he would be hard to stop. He felt anger rile up within him as he walked towards the Avalon residence. He hoped that Blair wasn't there, but it was the first place he should look. She had promised him that she would stay with him last night, but she had never come. She had also told him to leave Ajax alone, she had told him to not worry about where she was going, to not follow her. Christian wished he had broken most of those rules by this point, if it had meant that he knew her safety. So he found himself storming towards the Avalon residence with one of two options. Either finding Blair and stealing her away, or finding Ajax... O:f course he hoped for the first one, but if Blair wasn't there, he had words... no... not words... he had things he wanted to do to the Avalon boy who had hurt Blair so badly as to make her look like an art project. Christian knew the way to the Avalon's so well he may as well have done it with his eye's shut. However he had his eyes wide open, and the blue orbs he had were raging into an angry and stormy grey as his mind darkened and he thought of nothing except Ajax, and Blair. He found the Avalon residence and walked up to the door, slamming his fist into the door almost angrily.

As if by some miracle, the person who opened the door happened to be Ajax. Christian found himself almost overcome by his hatred of the boy, and he grabbed his collar, pulling him out the door and slamming the door whilst doing so. He dragged Ajax, who was complaining badly, to the wall where he slammed the boy into.
"WHERE IS BLAIR? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER?" He yelled in his face. The fear in Ajax's eyes seemed to almost be replaced (though not entirely) by mirth and glee. "That's what this is about? Blair? Oh Christian you are some lost child if you have fallen into her wiles, has she beguiled you? Bewitched you? Surely you know her disea..." Christian found the anger in his belly grow, and before Ajax could finish his sentence Christian slammed his fist into the Avalon boy's stomach, hard. Unable to move, Ajax was simply heavily winded, and unable to curl in pain he let out an almost indiscernible whimper, and Christian pushed him harder into the wall. In his pain Ajax couldn't speak, so Christian whirled his fist back, ready to hit the boy in the face, and so he did. The blood that started to spread down the boys nose and over his lips and consequently Christian's knuckles was as satisfying as anything Christian could imagine. He would have done it again if he hadn't been stopped by a certain feminine voice declaring for him to stop. Christian recognized the desirable voice of his girlfriend, and as if she truly controlled him as one would a robot, he dropped Ajax and turned, running towards her. Ajax was left spluttering and in pain on the ground, but Christian's one track mind was now fully absorbed with Blair. He didn't even hear any of her words as he enveloped her within his embrace, pressing her close to him, and only barely hearing her whimper of pain, or the gasp of breath from the suddenness of his movements. Christian took a long time hugging her, and he may not have let go if Blair had not requested him to eventually, and Christian let go, though not entirely, one hand he kept on her waist, drawing him close to himself, but no longer embracing her. His eyes washed into her own, though she struggled to look at him for some reason. Christian felt his chest tremble at the fact that she was again safe in his arms, in his presence. "Blair... where have you been? You... I don't like you disappearing so much. You promised you would stay with me last night. But you didn't. I couldn't find you anywhere."

Interacting with: Fable Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1 Blair WanderLust. WanderLust.


 
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Vex




Mood: Deadset

Location: Dauntless

Interactions: Mentions Ghost






Oh, how she wished she could sink her nails into Ghost after the stunt he pulled yesterday. Not many men had ever gotten away from her in all her time as an Erudite assassin, fewer still had managed to live more than two hours after their escape. Ghost now was one of a rare breed which caught the eye of Vex’s creator, Dr. Munro. After her mission report, the good doctor had ordered Vex surprisingly not to eliminate Ghost but rather attempt to recruit him for their cause. It was a bit disappointing to have her fun taken away from her but anything Dr. Munro wanted Vex would make happen.

Along with the encounter with Ghost, Vex reported that she had been injected with the memory serum but it seemed to have had an adverse effect on her. She reported to the doctor that rather than forgetting the events in the Lab she believed she had remembered parts of her life that she wasn’t even aware existed. For a moment it seemed she was able to see herself, a younger version of herself, in the arms of a kind woman who she felt cared for her. This woman left her with a mixture of phantom feelings that didn’t sit right with the young weapon and by the look on Dr. Munro’s face he didn’t like the sound of it either. As ordered Vex endured a rather aggressive tune-up on the spot to try and control the damage done by the serum and as painful as it was part of the young woman felt relieved to rid herself of the memories and emotions. She was a weapon, a machine, it was not her place to feel or dream, only to desire the ultimate success of her creator.

As a new dawn painted itself upon the Dauntless compound Vex returned looking fresh and strong and well aware that no one would have missed her since initiates tended to sleep wherever they pleased most nights. Knowing that the day was one in which training was canceled in order to celebrate one of the Dauntless Leaders' birthdays Vex made sure to fit the mood as well as the attire the day called for. Stopping by one of her multiple hidden stockpiles Vex looked at her arsenal and selected the weapon she would most need to complete her mission, a dress. The outfit she selected was unique and beautiful, much like herself. It was a netted gown with two large slits down the side and a strap that went across her chest and over one shoulder with matching slitted sleeves starting midway down her arms and a black belt. Under the netted gown was a golden one-piece that acted as a corset and cut off at the bottom like a bathing suit with fishnet hosiery beneath it. All in all the outfit pulled together beautifully and fit perfectly into the dauntless vibes. Once her outfit was adorned, her makeup perfected, and her hair styled Vex left her hidden sanctum and began to make her way through the streets of Dauntless.

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Cassidy "Cassie" Wickham || 16 || Initiate || Erudite Transfer

Cassidy's head swiveled as she turned to the source of the voice she had heard. Instead of Lainey's familiar and memorable voice, the one that had spoken was one that Cassidy was still getting used to. Shay had directed her to the medicine that was stored in the cabinet, in the kitchen, and Cassidy had gratefully gone and partaken of the medication she had found. Cassidy was not someone who often took medication without checking, but she trusted Lainey, she trusted Shay to an extent, and she also just hated being in pain enough to take whatever was given to her. While flicking her head back to swallow the bitter tasting pills via a glass of water, Cassidy was again listening as Shay offered her wardrobe as a source for Cassidy to find something to wear. Cassidy came out of the kitchen, her dark eyes lit up with curiosity and excitement, something about getting to look inside another person's house, room and wardrobe excited her, and she had no doubt that Shay had amazing taste. Simply gazing at the beauty in front of her was enough evidence to cause Cassidy to desire the wardrobe of clothing that she must own. "Thank you Shay, I might just do that. You have amazing taste." She complimented the Dauntlessborn initiate and pointed towards the room she supposed was hers, waiting for a nod from Shayla, Cassidy confidently walked in, leaving the door semi-open so that if Shayla found it suspicious or didn't like Cassidy being in there she could check on her and have the comfort of the door being open. Plus, Cassidy didn't really mind if Shayla watched her dressing, she was a pretty girl, had a mystery about her that made Cassidy's insides quiver, and had that Dauntless style that Cas was starting to devour. Looking through the wardrobe, she respectfully only took out the dresses that looked like they would suit her, as she did so, she felt her phone buzz, she never took it off silent but always had the vibrations on; Looking at her phone, she noted that she had received some pictures of Randi, along with a message asking what would be the best outfit to wear. Cassidy quickly replied back, "Definitely the green one, I'll buy some for you myself ;)" She sent, before tossing her phone on the bed.

Cas had picked out a few dresses from Shay's closet, a red one that flowed down to the floor, it swept around her ankles and had rather pleasant patches where it showed her skin. Unfortunately Cassidy had very few, but prominent scars that were a little too obvious with that particular dress on, she did take a couple of flattering selfies with it however, along with one in the mirror. She moved to a deep blue dress that was mismatched in length, the left much longer than the right, but even just holding it out in front of her, Cas ended up disliking how it fit her, and put it back in the wardrobe without trying it. Finally, she tried on a tight and very short black dress, the feel was silk, and when she had a look at the tag she confirmed that it was. It wrapped around her petite but voluptuous curves, and dipped low on her torso. She tried a number of angles, and took a few selfies, sending a few of them to Randi with a short message. "You think I can contend?" She put the clothes she had decided against into the wardrobe again and waltzed out into the lounge, she whisked past the two girls and flashed a grin at both, before grabbing her handbag and entering their bathroom. She then applied her make up that she had brought, dark red, almost black, lipstick, with a dark stormy eyeshadow and deep mascara. She then sat on a useful stool and pulled out some interesting looking art supplies, beginning to draw and paint a strange, incan looking mask upon her shoulder. She had always been fascinated with tattoos and images on the body, but unfortunately she knew that the pain it would cause her was too intense to sit through, she had tried only once, and had a mere three lines on her hip to show for that, almost indiscernible. Body paint was a fun and harmless way to give her the look without going through the pain, and Cassidy had a steady enough hand and a good enough eye to paint something that looked good, plus, she had enough patience to do so as well.

It took her a little while to finish the painting, touching up her eyebrows and combing her hair, before exiting the bathroom. She spun around and winked at the two girls. "What do you think? Shay your wardrobe is fantastic, I'm positively envious of all the dresses you have in there. I hope you don't mind me wearing this one?" She asked, receiving a confirming nod that it was alright for her to wear the dress. She beamed, and sat down, finding that he coffee had still been sitting there. She began to sip at it again, though realizing it was cold she simply downed the coffee, scrunching up her nose a little as the dreggs at the bottom of the cup left an uneasy taste in her mouth. She stood up, "Do you have any fruit here?" She asked, not really requiring an answer as she had a check in the kitchen while she asked. Finding a rather red and luscious looking apple in the fridge, she pulled it out and began to eat it, returning to the lounge she leaned against the wall, staring at the apple in her hand. "You know, they say an apple gives the same amount of energy as a coffee. Some say you should have them instead of coffee in the morning." Cassidy took another bite of the apple, relishing the juices that swirled around her mouth and removed the aftertaste of the coffee. "I say it just means you should have both!" She laughed. She returned to the balcony that Shayla's apartment had that overviewed the commotion outside, she leaned upon it almost dreamily, watching as people paraded around trying to decorate, set up stalls and overall just look and act excited. Eventually though she finished her apple and was promptly bored with the people walking outside. She aimed her apple core at a nearby trashcan, and hurled it, watching as it swung through the air and thankfully fell straight into the can. She was about to boast to the two girls as she froze midway through her sentence, and her skin paled drastically, her eyes frozen on a female who walked through the compound. Cassidy blinked few times as she stared at her, not believing her eyes. How in the world was her mother here? Ever inch of her body screamed at her to hide, but part of her knew she needed to keep watching, if her mother was here, then Griffon and her were in trouble, and they needed to escape. But... Cassidy watched the person closer, leaning over the balcony, the person was identical to her mother but she walked so confidently through the Dauntless compound, how could that be? Did nobody notice her? What... Cassidy almost squealed as the woman turned around, and she ducked down and away from the side, pretending instead to be very interested in a potted plant that Shay had on the balcony. Her heart beat so fast that it drowned out all other noise, and Cassidy struggled to look natural, finally deciding it had been long enough, she peeked over the balcony and checked for her mother. However, the woman - if it were her mother or not - was gone, and Cassidy felt equally relieved and more terrified. She shakily shut the balcony door and sat on the couch. Had she just imagined that?

Interacting with: Shay and Randi Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1 Lainey WanderLust. WanderLust.


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Griffon Mordo || 17 16 || Initiate || Abnegation Transfer

Griffon touched his cheek as Chet, and then Thorn, asked if he was okay. In truth, he hadn't felt the small, blonde boy's fist hit him, and if he hadn't have been watching it as he did so, he wouldn't have noticed. It must have left a mark though, as the others remarked on it, so he supposed the small blonde boy was possibly a bit stronger than he looked. He could feel nothing though, and shrugged with a smile at Chet and Thorn. "It doesn't bother me, I just hope it doesn't bruise, the face is an odd place to get bruises." He noted, remembering many that he had seen or had over the course of initiation. It had become almost normal to see people walking around with a limp, with bandages and wraps, even some if they had to would wear a sling or a cast of some sort, though most felt that to be too weak. But the most common thing that one saw on the initiates during training was the bruises, not so many cuts, as the instructors seemed to prefer them to stay alive and mostly uninjured, but the bruises were almost like an art project that everyone competed in. He wasn't sure though if the bruises on your own body was your project, or the bruises you made on others. Griffon himself had tried to put as few bruises on people as he could, but he had usually ended up with many on his own body. He didn't mind, however, as he felt near to none of the impacts that people placed on him. Therefore, he had already forgotten about the punch to his jaw as the conversation with Chet and Thorn continued on, and he listened intently. Chet's compliment caused Griffon to blush, more from surprise than embarrassment. He was unsure of how to reply, so he simply rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a small giggle. He wasn't quite used to having so many friends and people to hang out with in Dauntless, and he was even more unsure about how to take compliments. Having come from Abnegation, he had grown up, at least for a third of his life, believing that compliments and self-gratifying behaviors were wrong. However, Dauntless seemed to relish in them, and it was a strange thought and time for Griffon to come to terms with.

Thorn had answered Griffon's question and Griffon remembered having heard about it, as the words exited the Dauntless boy's mouth. A party was also a foreign idea for someone from Abnegation. The only parties they had... no... if Griffon remembered correctly there weren't any such things as "parties". They had amazing times volunteering to dish out soup for the factionless, sewing clothes for them, gardening. Griffon had absolutely adored the life he held in Abnegation, and the ideals it seemed to portray, he had only decided to come to Dauntless for the sake of Cassidy. It wasn't like he hated Dauntless, on the contrary he found there were still many instances in which his desire to be selfless was a good thing, and well used. But it was certainly strange. Griffon looked at Thorn's outfit. "That is a nice outfit, I hope I'm not under dressed, this is one of my nicer outfits. They all sort of look like this though, so I guess they're all sort of nice? I do miss my grey sweaters from home though, they were so warm and cozy, they don't quite fit in with the Dauntless aesthetic however." Griffon murmured almost to himself. As Chet talked about his own suits and asking whether or not they should attend. "I haven't had a chance to g o to a party before, so I have to say I'm quite curious. Plus, it looks like almost everyone is going, so I think it would be fun to go along, don't you?" Griffon replied to the Amity boy, tilting his head slightly as they spoke. He scanned the room again, wondering where Cassidy was, before remembering that she had gone off for the day, convinced that he would be safe with his friends. Griffon did not resent how protective Cassidy was of him, in fact it mirrored his feelings towards others, especially Cassidy and Fable, he would protect them with his life, and maybe he had, given Cassidy's reports on their shared time together as siblings, before he lost his memory. But he only had her words to go on that and didn't know himself how those times felt to him, he only got glimpses into the past during the fear simulations, and all of them unpleasant. He was sure that they couldn't all be unpleasant memories, but to be fair, Cassidy didn't relay any good ones to him, so maybe they were all bad.

As Griffon was about to ask when the party started, he was stopped by the bright blonde who bounced into their trio. Aubrey, he believed her name was, she was tall and blonde, he was surprised that her hair wasn't so long, until he realized it was braided around her head. Her blue eyes were startling, and she looked very excited and pretty in her dress. Griffon personally didn't find dresses like that enticing, he was more into being more covered and... well he wouldn't use the word respectful, but maybe more modest. However, he had no problem with other people enjoying the dresses and outfits that Aubrey currently wore, it did fit her well and he was sure that most boys found it quite enticing, he simply found Aubrey herself to be beautiful. When she chattered on to Thorn, he found it enticing to watch her talk, she seemed to do so without breathing, or taking breaks, and it was like an endless stream of thought exiting her mouth. It was sort of adorable actually, and he found himself smiling as he watched her speak, maybe too much so, as she blushed a little when she noted him staring. "Oh I'm sorry, I just... you look very beautiful. I would personally love to see Thorn's workshop and I would enjoy having you with us at the party, if that's okay with everyone else?" He looked at Chet and Thorn hopefully.

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Blair Avalon // Female // Age 16 // Dauntless Born Initiate // Divergent
Interacting With: Christian Nerdy. Nerdy.

Blair's voice had come out harsher then she intended it to as she stumbled across the scene before her. She had been on her way home in the early hours of the morning when the sounds of a scuffle had caused her pace to quicken. Her heart nearly stopped in her chest as she saw Christian throw Ajax into the wall. The two tangled mops of blonde hair shoving each other, each with their own bubbling rage and grunts of fury. "Christian!" She practically wailed, and suddenly, she was running, her feet pounding and pain rippling through her tired legs with every step. "Christian, STOP!" She collided with her boyfriend mere moments after Ajax had crumbled to the floor, a bloody mess. Her fingers immediately reaching up to inspect Christian for any injury, terrified that Ajax had done something to him. Her breath was coming in quick and shallow pants, as if she were on the verge of hyperventilating, tears pricked at her eyes as Christian wordlessly wrapped his arms around her. This was the only time she felt truly safe, when she was cuddled close to Christian, it sometimes felt like the world turned slower when she was around him, like she could breath again.

Blair ignored the pain that pulsed through her as he held her tightly. She didn't mind it honestly. It was a small sacrifice to make as she inhaled deeply, forcing herself to slow he breathing and focus on Christian's comforting scent, lest she get lost in a panic attack. It was only when she heard her older brother mumbling incoherently on the floor that she took a step back from Christian, only far enough so that she could look at him clearly as her eyes grew cold. "I told you to stay away from him..." her brows furrowed as if she had been betrayed. In reality, she couldn't have cared less if Christian wounded Ajax, but her deepest fear was that things would get out of hand... and Ajax would wind up hurting Christian. She once again placed her hands on his cheeks, desperation and panic once more flooding her features as she shook her head, her voice cracking as if she were clearly on the verge of tears. "You can't do that again... okay?" Pathetic... she sounded so pathetic. "I can't lose you... I can't- Christian please." Tears continued streaming down her cheeks as she buried her face in his chest, her arms wrapping tighter around him. After everything that had happened... she couldn't risk Christian getting hurt on her behalf, because he felt like he needed to protect her. She shook her head, mentally scolding herself. She was the one that needed to be protecting him.

It was only when she heard Christian's voice that she realized what a hypocrite she had been. Here she was, scolding Christian for putting himself in danger when she had been out all night, and she couldn't even tell him the truth about what she had been doing, not the whole truth anyways. She took a deep, shaky breath as her guilty eyes peered up at him through thick lashes. "Let me go get changed, Okay? I promise I'll explain everything on the way to the party." She gave him a reassuring nod before slipping past Ajax's unconscious body and heading up the wooden stairs to her bedroom. She nearly jumped at her own reflection in the mirror... she was such a mess. Her eyes now red and puffy from crying, her blonde hair tangled, her clothes wrinkled and stained. She quickly stripped down, tugging a brush through her hair while trying not to aggravate any of her preexisting bruises. She had to clean herself up before the party or people would start asking questions she couldn't answer. Once her hair was pulled into a neat, thick braid she searched through her closet for something suitable, finally deciding on a pretty blue dress with lace on the sleeves and collarbone. The dark colored lace did a wonderful job of hiding any bruises that might be lingering, and after slipping on a pair of silver heels, Blair made her way back downstairs.

As she approached Christian once more, she realized that Ajax was no longer on the floor. Her brother must have regained consciousness and slunk off to brood over his scuffle with Christian. It gave Blair an uneasy feeling, like he was plotting revenge or something far more dangerous. A soft smile tugged at her lips as she closed the gap between herself and Christian, her hand instinctively reaching out for his as she laced her fingers with his. Ever so softly, she tugged him in a different direction, away from the Avalon residence and towards the path they needed to take to get to the party. The silence between them was easy and light, but Blair knew she couldn't leave her absence last night left unexplained. "Someone's been kidnapping divergents and taking them... somewhere." she finally breathed, keeping her voice low enough that no passerby's would accidentally overhear them. "I really was planning on spending the night with you last night..." her blue eyes peered up towards his with regret and shame, "but things got a little out of hand..." she trailed off. When she next spoke there was a bit more confidence in her voice, "I was with someone who is trying to help me learn more about it... to understand what exactly I am." She flinched at her own words. She had said 'what' I am and not 'who. When her ocean eyes once again landed on Christian it was clear that she was asking for forgiveness, but incase her gaze wasn't clear enough. "I'm so sorry, Christian." her voice cracking ever so slightly.


 
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Lainey Covington // Female // Age 16 // Erudite Transfer
Interacting With: Cas Nerdy. Nerdy. and Shayla Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1

Lainey was clad in a beautiful satin gown, the silver material hugging each and every curve of her body. She had always valued fashion highly in erudite, but it seemed in dauntless she had less and less functions to wear her illustrious wardrobe to. Lainey loved dressing up, loved doing her hair and makeup, loved making herself look as close to perfection as humanly possible. Naturally, when she emerged from her bedroom, her thick brown hair was in lose beauty waves. Her baby blue eyes framed by her dark lashes, and a dark pink lipstick applied onto her naturally pouty lips. She looked good, and she knew it. Her confidence was something she had always admired about herself. It was only when she made her way into the shared sitting room area that Lainey even noticed Cas was there. As the brunette walked out onto the balcony she couldn't help but notice the way her friend was crouching down... as though she were hiding from something. "What on Earth are you doing?" Lainey raised a perfectly arched eyebrow at Cas, who nearly jumped in surprise at the sound of Lainey's voice. Cas wasn't quick to offer an explanation, so Lainey didn't pry. Not asking questions was one of the benefits of their friendship, the two girls both had their secrets to keep and Lainey was no snitch.

"Geez it's just me..." she laughed softly, "No need to have a heart attack." Lainey smirked as she looked over Cas. As usual, her long time best friend looked stunning, and Lainey couldn't help but notice that she had chosen a black dress. "You always did look best in black." She cooed, making a subtle reference to their token ballet roles. When they were fifteen, Lainey had been cast as the white swan in the ballet against Cas' black swan. The two were undeniably the best dancers in their class, and complimented each other nicely. Things always felt effortless with Cas. "Let's see, give me a twirl..." Lainey grinned as Cas did a full 360 spin to show off her outfit and Lainey immediately brightened. "Oh! I have the perfect shoes to go with that dress, come with me!" Lainey gently grabbed Cas' hand, tugging her in the direction of her bedroom. She was always careful when she touched Cas, having seen all too well how her friend registered pain differently. Once they were in Lainey's bedroom she immediately flung open her rather large closet. It was not the kind one would expect to be found in a dauntless apartment, but Lainey had insisted upon it. She needed the closet space more than she needed a bed to sleep in.

The bedroom was a soft shade of grey with silver and white accents everywhere. Not to mention the giant, full length mirror and vanity where the erudite transfer often did her make up. She paced back and forth as she sifted through her multiple selections of shoes before reaching for the ones she had been thinking of. An elegant pair of shiny golden shoes that tied around the ankle in an intricate braided design. "Here try these on." She handed the shoes to Cas, already having a firm knowledge that they were the same shoe size. When Cas had finally slid the heels on and finished examining herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but grin. "God I wish my clothes looked half as good on me as they do on you." She smirked before glancing briefly at her phone. She had a text from her older brother Sebastian. He was supposed to be meeting her at the party today. "Shit. We're gonna be late. Come on. We better get moving." She stood up gracefully and glided out the door, everything about her screaming elegance and class.

She was immediately greeted by the sight of Shay in the kitchen. She let out a low whistle not bothering to hide the shock on her face. "Damn you clean up well, Shayla." She said, clearly admiring the other girl. "We were just about to head to the party if you wanted to join us." The trio of girls were a sight to behold, each one of them glorious and gorgeous in their own right. "I wanted to introduce you to my older brother, Sebastian." Lainey frequently talked about Sebastian. He was the only member of her family she was still close with after everything that had gone down at the choosing ceremony. She didn't like to talk about her defection from erudite much, in fact, she was fairly certain that Cas was the only one that had any knowledge of her reasons for defecting. Her stomach still churned at the thought of her exboyfriend, Peter, in bed with her older sister, Evangeline. When most people looked at Lainey, the only thing they noticed was her illustrious last name. The notorious Covington family fortune more than lived up to its reputation and everything about Lainey exuded wealth and an elegant upbringing. She had grown to accept that fact that she stood out like a sore thumb in dauntless, but she kind of liked it. It was a welcome change for her to feel unique and special. "So... who are you ladies dressing to impress?" she inquired playfully as she reached for the door, leading the way towards the party. She had her suspicions that Cas was secretly harboring a crush for Griffon, but Shayla was much more reserved. Who knew? Maybe Shayla wasn't trying to impress anyone but herself. Still, Lainey loved to gossip about boys and crushes as much as the next girl. She couldn't help but think of a particular boy when she mentioned dressing to impress.
 
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Maverick Maddox // Male// 18// Dauntless Born // Instructor
Interacting With: Ghost Aviator Aviator

Maverick's icy anger only briefly softened when Ghost asked if someone had died. Did he really not know? Maverick found that extremely hard to believe. The likelihood of Ghost not even hearing a whisper of his coworkers sudden death under suspicious circumstances was near impossible unless Ghost had quite literally been off the radar for over 48 hours. Still, as he continued his onslaught of insults and his meaning became clear, Ghost either didn't care or just didn't care enough to make a comment about his older brother's death. As mad as Maverick wanted to be, Ghost's evident indifference only served to turn Maverick's rage into a sullen and brooding calm. He briefly raised his eyebrows at Ghost, as if shocked that he had the audacity to worry about what name he was referred to as when Maverick had come to talk about Caspian's murder. Eventually, he set his jaw and shook his head in utter disappointment. "Do you always have to be such a narcissistic jackass?" There was no edge to Maverick's words, there was sadness however. As if he had actually, stupidly, been expecting Ghost to comfort him. He didn't know such a ridiculous notion would even cross his mind. He and Ghost shared no mutual ties except for Caspian and he was gone now. There was no reason Maverick even needed to be here. Yet, there was pity in his voice, as if he genuinely felt bad that Ghost was unable to form any meaningful attachments with anyone that didn't offer him some benefit in return.

Simmering. What had once been an out of control fire was now simmering into the subtle burn of heartache and loss. Maverick looked down at Ghost once more, grey stone piercing liquid honey, his expression unreadable, before turning to his left, towards the sitting room and the couch where he had found Caspian's body. Already it felt like ages ago since Maverick had sat on the floor staring at Maverick's cold body before getting enough wits about him to call the police. However, looking at the couch now ripped the wound open all over again and Maverick winced at the fresh wave of pain that shot through his chest. There was a hole in his life now without Caspian. Granted, six years of his life had passed by without his older brother by his side, but at least then Maverick had still known he was alive somewhere out there in dauntless. It suddenly dawned on Maverick that perhaps this was how Caspian felt when Maverick had disappeared, presumably perished in the fire with their parents. Only, Maverick was the last one standing now, the lone Maddox. When he again turned to face Ghost, he rolled his eyes, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I'm not going to argue over semantics with you Ghost. I just wanted to know what happened to my brother." His eyes again strayed to the spot on the floor where Caspian's body had laid. The world around him momentarily blurring as he heard the sound of Ghost's footsteps nearing, as if he were curious what Maverick was looking at.

"That's where he died." Maverick jerked his chin in the direction of the couch before swallowing thickly. It was hard to talk about it, a lot harder than he had expected. He no longer had the benefit of anger on his side and his mask was quickly crumbling to expose the vulnerable, grieving boy beneath. "Or at least... that's where I found him. Took me a bit to call the cops. I just um..." He swallowed again, clearing his raspy throat "I didn't want to believe it was real I guess." He shrugged as if this were a casual conversation. "The coroner suspects foul play, but I didn't see any marks on him. Apparently the police are investigating. Just figured you might want to know in case you end up on the suspect list." The cadence of his voice made it sound like this was a routine briefing. While death was not entirely uncommon in dauntless, it should've been a bigger shock than this shouldn't it have? So much of Maverick's life had been pain and death. Never being good enough, never living up to his fathers expectations. Now, he feared he would never live up to Caspian's, living out the remainder of his existence in his older brother's shadow. He forced himself to take a deep, shaky breath. He wouldn't break down, not now, not in front of Ghost. The man standing next to him had yet to display any remorse or concern, so why was Maverick bothering? As if he had made this sudden realization, that this conversation with Ghost wasn't worth the breath that he was wasting, Maverick shook his head once more, pinching the bridge of his nose as he decided he needed to let this go. "I can't make you care about Caspian but... if you need someone to talk to I'm here... I guess." He finished as if he sounded unsure of his own offer.

He wasn't sure why he had even bothered extending the olive branch when he was fairly certain Ghost had no interest in grieving Caspian. Resolving to end this morbid conversation, Maverick figured he'd get the last bit of information he had off of his chest. "By the way, Caspian left his share of this apartment to me in his will..." Maverick trailed off. "I'm going to be staying in Caspian's old room but I'll stay out of your hair." He said numbly. He waited to see if Ghost had anything more to say, but after a long moment passed without any words passing between them, Maverick figured that his roommate had no interest in the conversation. Maverick didn't know what else to say, didn't really have anything left to say anyways, and so he began to head towards Caspian's bedroom door. He hadn't stepped foot in there since his older brother's death. Part of him wished he had had Randi come with him to do this. He didn't want to walk into his brother's tomb by himself. So many memories there, so many secrets. Maybe at the very least he'd find some clues as to what might have happened that night, Caspian's last night.​
 














Fable




Mood: Complicated

Location: Barracks

Interactions: Chris & Griffon






She had been lost for a moment, or at least she hoped it was only a moment. Her mind had wandered away again and she wasn’t sure where it went but she knew that part of her wished to go with it and be far away from everything that had happened. She was pulled back from the void though by a familiar voice uttering a simple greeting. With a slight jolt of surprise Fable’s mismatched eyes glanced over at Chris who was dressed up in a well-fitted suit and seemed to be checking himself in the mirror not too far away from her. She could see his gaze flickering from his own reflection to hers and she did all she could to lock herself in the moment, using Chris as her anchor.

As his complement settled on her she let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding and felt her lips part into a small smile as she glanced down at herself, almost forgetting what she looked like. “Thanks.” She breathed as she gently ran her hands along the black and white dress to smooth it out. Looking back up at the boy beside her she gave him a nod and ran her eyes over his outfit, truly taking it in. “You look rather dashing yourself.” She replied, not the best at making complements but genuinely appreciating how well Chris filled out the suit. When his complement became more personalized she couldn’t help but feel a bit of heat in her cheeks. She had personally thought the outfit looked good on her but she hadn’t been expecting someone else to say it, let alone give a direct reason for why it fit her so well. It was something she was less than used to but felt nice and she wanted to repay him. “The color of your jacket brings out your eyes, it makes them look…kind…if that makes any sense?” She stumbled over herself a bit as she tried to voice what she was thinking as she looked at him.

When Chris accidentally flicked water at her Fable couldn’t help but crack a genuine smile and laugh. As the fiery-haired girl wiped water from her cheek she listened to Chris try and apologize while trying to quiet down her own chuckles. It was such an innocent thing but that was what she loved about it and Chris’s reaction made it all the better. As he talked about his hair and then suddenly asked her to help him with it since hers looked so nice Fable found herself nodding without hesitation. For a moment the simple request reminded her of one of the few good memories she had from Abnegation. Since they weren’t allowed mirrors she had always helped Griffon with his hair, it was one of the things that became theirs when he was brought into her family. She would fix it just the way he liked it and the smile he gave her each time she did it made her happier than she often thought possible. Now as she stepped up to fix Chris’s hair she couldn’t help but miss the special time she and Griffon once had and found herself more than willing to help Chris out.

Running her fingers through his golden mane Fable quickly and carefully positioned her fellow initiates hair in the style she believed he had been aiming for. “Take a look dreamboat.” She encouraged as she took a step back and examined her work. “I hope you like it.” She added and smiled, giving a small curtsy when he expressed his approval. “Any time.” She informed him and hoped he knew she meant it.

A few moments later Chris was leaving after inviting her to meet up with him later. She had agreed to try and waved to him as he raced off. She didn’t necessarily feel better once he left but the brief time with him had been more help than she knew he realized. Quietly she departed the bathrooms and looked around the room to where she saw Griffon standing with a small crowd. Not caring about how weak it may look to others or her reputation Fable walked over to Griffon and gently tapped him on the shoulder. As soon as he turned around she wrapped her arms around him in a gentle but much-needed hug.

Nerdy. Nerdy.





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Ghost // Male // Age 18 // Training Instructor // Erudite to Dauntless

Maverick’s eyes were as hard and blank as an ice field, but Ghost wouldn’t allow himself to be deterred. If Maverick had come here to start a fight, then by god, Ghost would ensure he got one and see it through to the end. Instead of wilting beneath the midday sun of Maverick’s fury, Ghost rose to the challenge, his mouth curving into a lopsided smile. “Always might be a bit of a stretch, but ninety percent of the time sounds about accurate. Living with Caspian, one is obligated to save some narcissism for him.” He ran a hand through his hair like a bird preening his feathers, pleased with his own wit.
If Maverick was half as amused by Ghost’s quip as the latter was, he did not show it. He kept staring at Ghost, silent and unblinking, a strange sobriety swallowing his features. Ghost quieted, his mirth gradually transforming into bewilderment; he didn’t know Maverick all that well, but the other boy seemed uncharacteristically laconic. Maybe it was due to the fact that almost everyone but the most self-assured of men was eclipsed by Caspian’s show-stealing radiance. Maybe Maverick had recently been rejected by whichever girl had left the smudge of lipstick on the mug that Ghost had found on the coffee table yesterday morning. Maybe Ghost’s points about Maverick freeloading were finally sinking in, and he was struggling to come to terms with being an unambitious lowlife incapable of supporting himself.
Maverick’s well-defined physique slumped in resignation. With the weariness of a man who held the weight of the world on his shoulders, he turned and trudged out of the kitchen, his next words so low they were almost inaudible. Ghost wondered whether they were meant for his ears so much as for Maverick’s own. Half out of sheer curiosity and half out of a bellicose need to lord his verbal victory over Maverick, Ghost pursued him into the living room, dodging a short ficus tree spilling over the lip of its pot and a jump rope coiled on the floor, having never been put away. On the coffee table was a litter of sugary cereal crumbs and a half-empty glass of orange juice. Ghost forced his frustration down. It was early, not yet nine in the morning. So long as Caspian cleaned up his mess before Ghost returned home in the evening—as had been their agreement—there would be no problems.
Or no further problems, Ghost thought cynically, mentally cringing away from the memory of his latest spat with Caspian about boundaries where Leah was concerned. The thought of his roommate fooling around with the girl to whom Ghost had been betrothed for the first half of his life was prickly and uncomfortable, but for them to do it in Ghost’s own apartment, while he’d been home felt like a multi-tiered betrayal, conspiracy against him as the final remnant of his past crashed into his present. Ghost had been ten kinds of sincere when he’d told Leah that kissing her had been a mistake, doubt swirling in him that Leah was thinking of Ghost as much as she was trying to forget Cas—
An unprecipitated quaver in Maverick’s voice wrenched Ghost from the spiral of his thoughts. He focused on the Dauntless-born boy with renewed intensity. A minute ago Maverick had been all self-righteous fire and lightning, but like a snake that had slipped from one skin into another, now his face was creased with anguish. Ghost’s determination to slam the coffin lid on a rival withered and vanished. Damned if he knew what Maverick was so torn up about, but he wasn’t so low as to kick a man who was already down. This nascent empathy turned into a building sense of foreboding as Maverick continued talking, and Ghost pieced together that the him who the coroner had found no marks on, the person whose death the police were investigating, was none other than Caspian. The elder Maddox, once Ghost’s only confidant, the recent bane of his existence, his and Maverick’s only shared connection, without whom they might have gone their whole lives without ever talking to one another.
A whiplash of confusion and sickening realization descended on Ghost both at once. “Wait, what?” Jagged pieces of incomplete thoughts bubbled up his throat. Maverick had already abandoned the conversation and turned to start down the hallway, as if having deemed Ghost either a lost cause, a complete moron, or both. “What are you trying to say, that Caspian is dead?” Ghost felt as if he were rapidly nearing the edge of hysteria, his stampeding thoughts plunged over a cliff, tumbling until they hit bottom. Understanding hovered just outside of his grasp, elusive, like a half-remembered dream. Or a nightmare. “For real, man, what the hell is going on?” Ghost’s bafflement turned to furious impatience as Maverick stood rigid, facing away from him, not providing information at a speed which suited the racing of Ghost’s mind.
In the interval that it took Maverick to turn around and compose a sentence, Ghost’s phone leapt into his hand. His fingers shook as he typed in his pin, the phone beeped in aggravation at his error, and he retyped it. Ghost pulled up his call log, and indeed, just as Maverick had claimed, Caspian had called him seven times yesterday morning, the last of which had been at 6:04. Right around the time that Randi would have been waking up in a hospital bed, the gaping hole in her stomach stitched up.
Ghost desperately tried to remember whether he had hit his cannabis pen at all today, and since he had barely been awake for half an hour, it was a swift analysis. His skin felt like it was peeling from his bones the way it did during an especially bad trip. Light glinted off the shiny surface of the gold bracelet on his left wrist and he clutched at it, as if physically holding something would tighten his grip on reality.
Caspian is dead. Ghost saw Maverick’s lips shape the words, but a tinny whine in his ears obscured all sound. The muscles in his legs suddenly turned to water, and Ghost’s hand shot out and closed on the back of the nearest dining room chair. Regret sluiced over him like a rogue wave, nearly knocking him off his feet. If I had just answered my phone like Maverick said. If I had just answered, even once… The volume of his thoughts was so deafening that Ghost was utterly unsure whether he was speaking aloud. If he had picked up just one of those seven times, would Caspian’s fate have changed? Would Ghost’s intervention have been enough to save his life? Part of Ghost’s reason for ignoring Caspian’s phone calls had been Charlie’s earth-shattering revelation of the abuse she had endured at Caspian’s hands. But even that seemed like a feeble excuse to ignore what must have been a dying man’s last pleas for help.
Ghost wondered if that thought made him a disloyal boyfriend; he already knew he was a disloyal friend. He wondered if the question of whether he could have saved Caspian would ever cease eating at him, or if he would live out the rest of his days believing himself his former instructor’s indirect murderer.
“How’d he die?” His voice was as rough as a serrated blade. Then, realizing what a dolt he was for asking something Maverick had already answered—there wouldn’t have been an investigation if Caspian’s cause of death were known—Ghost amended, “I mean, how do you suspect he died?”
Ghost had his own theories: For one, Caspian was a party animal who either didn’t know or didn’t care about his limits. Ghost had had to drag his shit-faced friend by the hair out of a bar more than once. He’d always warned Caspian that it was a matter of time until the drinking and drugs caught up with him. And then there was the fact that, like most Dauntless-born, Caspian would never walk away from a fight if his honor was called into question. Perhaps he’d been accidentally killed in a scuffle, had taken one too many blows to go down. Or he could have been the victim of a premeditated killing from previous defeated opponents who couldn’t let go of a grudge. And then there was the case of Caspian’s heart arrhythmia, for which he had already been recently hospitalized… It was a very legitimate illness that Caspian had liked to keep quiet about, denying himself treatment due to misguided insecurities about his own weakness. Caspian had only received surgery after collapsing during a game of capture the flag, when he had been too incapacitated to refuse.
Or perhaps his illness was just a very convenient cover-up for a murderer with an agenda and a score to settle.
Death wasn’t an uncommon occurrence among the Dauntless, among initiates and graduated members alike. Ghost often thought that the faction was unhealthily desensitized toward it; that the fact that plenty of Dauntless individuals had died in the faction’s dangerous line of work in the past somehow legitimized the tragic ends of the newly deceased, rendering them inconsequential. But Ghost couldn’t forget his surprise upon hearing that an initiate had committed suicide two days ago. The boy had allegedly accepted defeat when his class hadn’t even completed half of the Phase Two training and still had ample time to improve his rank before the next round of cuts was made. Between Ben’s untimely demise and the shadowy circumstances surrounding Caspian’s death, something just didn’t sit right with Ghost. Given that Caspian knew he had a considerable ailment, it wasn’t out of the question that he had written a will, yet Caspian’s parents had been anything but poor, and he’d inherited everything. Ghost could only speculate at who might have stood to gain in the event of Caspian’s early departure. Himself, maybe?
But Caspian’s grieving brother wasn’t interested in Ghost’s conspiracy theories. Spitballing ideas about the nature of the elder Maddox’s death wouldn’t change the outcome: that he was well and truly gone. “Maverick,” Ghost pronounced slowly, managing to keep his voice level. “I’m sorry. Not just for your loss, but because I wasn’t there for your brother—and for you, by extension—during his greatest time of need.” The words felt woefully inadequate to describe the way that Ghost’s insides were roiling with guilt, and he was fully aware of the possibility of Maverick throwing his apology back in his face. Justifiably so, too.
Emotions warred on Maverick’s face. Just as Ghost was bracing himself for a storm of accusatory wrath, the other boy visibly deflated, the fight going out of him. In a moment of unexpected vulnerability, Maverick stared at his shoes and told of his endless admiration for his older brother, whom he had striven to emulate since childhood. At the end of his narrative, Maverick darted a simultaneously hesitant and hopeful look up at Ghost as if for confirmation, his words a statement but his tone a question.
Ghost felt a jolt like a missed stair, aware of the awkward position he had been thrust into. On the one hand, Maverick had already confronted enough dark truths for one day—for a lifetime, perhaps. He didn’t need Ghost’s condemning opinion of his brother’s character on top of it all. But on the other, it would be a disgrace to Charlie’s suffering for Ghost to just smile and nod along in bland agreement. “You… shouldn’t believe everything you hear, Maverick,” Ghost equivocated, and immediately winced at his overt attempt to dodge the question. A politician’s answer if ever he’d heard one. “What I’m saying is, there’re at least two sides to every story. One city’s celebrated war hero is another’s feared tyrant and conqueror. How other people choose to interpret someone’s actions is often just as important to their legacy as the actions themselves. While it’s not wrong for you to have venerated your brother growing up, just realize that both of you were very different people then, and people are constantly changing as they navigate life. Whether they want to or not.”
Please don’t hate me for not giving you the answer you wanted, Ghost silently added. Funny how that worked: While Caspian had been alive, Ghost hadn’t cared half a damn what his ill-tempered little brother had thought of him. But now that they’d very nearly come to blows over a misunderstanding, Ghost wanted Maverick to have a favorable opinion of him. Or at least a lukewarm one. If Maverick was displeased, he didn’t immediately indicate it. In fact, he said nothing; just stood, head cocked, like a spectator watching a disappointing act at the fair. Ghost seized the lull in conversation in an attempt to repair some of the damage he’d done. “If there’s anything more you want to know about your brother or otherwise, I wouldn’t be opposed to discussion over a game of chess or darts sometime. Especially if we’ll be rooming together for an indefinite period. What do you say?”

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Attending a party three hours after discovering the person who usually dragged Ghost to parties had died was the grimmest of ironies. Ghost wasn’t an atheist, per se, but if gods did indeed exist, they had a cruel sense of humor. That much he knew without anyone having to tell him.
Once he had finished prepping, he was simultaneously elegant yet the most casually dressed in days. When one made a habit of dressing sharply, sometimes the only way to turn heads is to dress down; particularly when half of the attendees at Jeremy Daniels’s party would be parading their best. That being said, Ghost took pride in never looking sloppy. He’d taken Blair’s advice about the button-down, sporting a business-casual garment of fine silk with the sleeves rolled halfway up the forearms, revealing several yellow-gold bracelets on each of various shapes and patterns. The button-down itself was porpoise gray, a refined yet unassuming shade, with white filigree around the collar and cuffs. The pewter slacks he chose had a matching white stripe down the side. After much deliberation Ghost decided to forego shaving, concluding that he looked too strait-laced and serious when clean-shaven, and he wanted to endear himself to Sasha Stark with playful witticisms. Combined with the top two buttons of his shirt undone, the effect was that of a debonair swashbuckler, his hair dramatically swept back from his forehead with abundant gel that made its glossy darkness flash in the light.
About to leave the apartment, Ghost sifted through his phone for unread messages. There was a new one from Charlie within the hour; Ghost hadn’t checked his phone once during the extensive process of readying himself. She wanted to know whether dinner at Sasha’s would proceed as planned. That was tonight?! Ghost texted back, feigning ignorance and snickering to himself. A moment later, before Charlie could read it and have a panic attack, he sent a follow-up text: Of course I’m available. Nothing would please me more. See you at our noble leader’s honorary celebration?
 
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Randi




Mood: PARTY

Location: Random Party

Interactions: Open






She had just finished her makeup when her phone went off a few times to tell her replies had come into her text. So far she had an overwhelming response to the green dress and after reading Ghost and Cas’s messages she was sold. Quickly she typed back a message to each person who replied with a little smirk painted upon her pink lips. This is why I asked a professional, great choice! She replied to Ghost with a little wink emoji at the end. To Cas she typed back, I think I’ll hold you to that with the added bonus of dancing after with a little smirking face inserted at the end. Looking through her messages she was a bit bummed that Mav hadn’t replied with his opinion but she didn’t take it too personally. She was well aware of all he had been through in the past two days and knew that her indecision with outfits was the least of his concerns at the present moment. For a few heartbeats, she wondered if she should text him again but decided against it when she realized that it might come across as too pushy when he is already dealing with so much else. He doesn’t need her acting all clingy and in his business when he needs to focus on himself.

Soon enough Randi was dressed in the emerald green dress that left little to the imagination as it hugged her curves. She added a simple gold necklace with a little flame pendant on it for flare; it was honestly one of her favorite accessories that had been given to her when she was small after being recovered from the rubble of her burnt home. Her uncle told her the pendant belonged to her mother who, according to the stories, was as much of a firecracker as she was. Before leaving the platinum blonde secured some strappy black heels to her feet and took a quick selfie, one of many she planned to take during the party with her friends.

As she walked down to the ground floor of the building Randi made her way through her uncle's weapons shop and looked around at some of the new merchandise. She noticed some brass knuckles that had what looked to be wings etched into them and for a moment she couldn’t help but think of Mav. She truly hoped to see him during the day and without fully admitting it to herself she did plan to stop by his place that night if she didn’t run into him sooner, just to see how he was doing. She wanted to give him time to deal with everything but also space for her to figure out her own thoughts on how close they had become. As she continued walking through the store she spotted a butterfly knife that had just come in as well. The handle was black with gold etching along the sides and Randi couldn’t help but think that such a graceful weapon would be perfect for Cas. She didn’t know the girl too well yet but she had seemed elegant and agile even when in great pain which could honestly say a lot about a person. The blonde was fascinated with the young woman and eager to get to know her better. Lastly, at the entrance to the shop, a large katana stood on display that reminded Randi of no one other than Ghost. As if on queue her stomach wound ached and she smiled despite the pain. Ghost had been a wild ride so far and getting to know him better held the promise of much more excitement. She hoped she would get the chance to do so without either of them having to get stabbed again, but if one of them did she was pretty sure it would become some twisted joke between the two of them.

With that Randi exited her uncle's store and began to make her way down the streets of Dauntless. While things were still getting set up for the day she could see a few parties had already started and she trotted over to join in on the fun. As soon as she appeared she was met with friendly greetings, cheers, and offered a few shots that she downed without hesitation or so much as a flinch. It truly paid to be the life of almost every party in Dauntless.





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Thorn




Mood: Compassionate

Location: Dorms

Interactions: Aubrey, Chris, Chet, Griffon






“I think you look great Griffon!” Thorn assured his buddy with a smile as he looked the boy up and down. Honestly, Griffon was one of the best-dressed people Thorn had ever known which had been a bit surprising when he found out the young man came from Abnegation. What he knew of Abnegation didn’t suggest style was a big thing there but from what he had seen their clothes still looked comfy. “I think you should feel free to wear your gray sweater. I can go buy one too so you don’t feel alone?” The heavily freckled young man suggested as his friend spoke of how he missed his old gray sweater from his past faction. “I’m sure the three of us would look great in gray, we could coordinate an outfit.” He continued and nodded to Chet and Griffon encouragingly.

His plans to continue to hype his best friends up for this idea in order to help make Griffon feel better came to a pause as a familiar blonde came bouncing over towards the group. “Hey, Aubrey!” He greeted with a warm smile as he turned to look at her. “Wow, you look lovely.” He admired as he took in her outfit and the way the color of her dress complimented her skin tone and eyes. “I hope it was okay that I said that, I don’t want to sound rude.” He added as he ducked his head slightly, feeling a bit embarrassed for blurting the complement aloud without knowing if she wanted it or not. “What I meant is…that dress is very flattering on you and not just the dress but…you as a person are very lovely…” He trailed off and shook his head looking embarrassed. “What I mean to say is…you always look nice but this is a different kind of look that also looks nice and…I am gonna stop now because I am making this worse.” He sighed as his face grew red with humiliation. “I’m sorry.”

He was glad for Aubrey’s ability to speak freely after his floundering though it did take him a minute to be able to look her in the eyes again. As he heard her ask to join them and suggest that they all go to Thorn’s workshop he looked up at the group. “Of course, you can join us.” He said without hesitation. He had no intentions of leaving the still grieving girl on her own if she didn’t want to be alone and even without her loss she would always be welcome wherever he was. “And…yeah we can go to my workshop if you guys want.” He agreed with a small smile. “It’s a bit of a mess as I work on some custom orders but I think I could still show you some stuff if you’d like.” He offered as he heard the excitement in Aubrey and Griffon’s voices.

Looking over at the last member of the group Thorn smiled at Chet and nodded towards the door. “Do you wanna come too?” He inquired and hoped his friend would agree to tag along. “Like Aubrey said we can all go to the party together after. Plus it would be pretty cool to get to show off my space to you guys.” He added with a kind voice that indicated he was not going to pressure his friend if he didn’t want to go but that Chet was also more than welcome to join them because Thorn wanted to share his passion with his friends. “It’s a bit of a hike away but it is in a really great spot and the rent isn’t too bad.”

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Bloom




Mood: Concerned

Location: Infirmiry/Streets

Interactions: Charlie & Ghost






She was worried about Charlie, there was no hiding it or denying it. She knew her best friend could read the worry on her face which only lead to Charlie looking and acting more guilty which was the exact opposite of what Bloom wanted. She knew her best friend had a heart of gold and would do anything for anyone except herself which both broke the former Amity girl's heart and motivated her to move mountains for her best friend. Anything Charlie could ever want or ask for she knew she would give away entire parts of her to obtain because that was the love Charlie gave to others and it is the kind of love Bloom always wanted for her in return. This is why Bloom was less than happy that Noah had practically bullied Charlie into a date at an event she clearly didn’t want to go to. Had she been able to Bloom would have grabbed Charlie’s phone and given Noah a piece of her mind but deep down she knew such actions would only result in hurting sweet Charlie more than anyone else. Still, she wished she could take that man on a long walk off a short pier.

After the two of them picked up some tea Bloom could tell things were only getting worse for Charlie so the moment the medic asked her to go to the infirmary and to talk, just talk, about anything Bloom did so without hesitation. Not even sure what she was going to say the brunette with red-streaked hair just began talking about the first thing that came to mind. “So, I was reading a story the other day and it was a retelling of Snow White and the Seven Dwarves that was so different from any version I have ever heard before.” She explained as she went with the first subject that came to mind. “In it, the Evil Queen did not start out as evil but instead was a beautiful nymph who was the guardian of a sacred apple tree in the sacred nymph garden. Tales of her beauty had been told all across the world and after the death of his queen Snow White’s father began his search for a new bride and asked his daughter if she had anyone in mind to which Snow White told him the tale of the beautiful nymph. The king searched the lands for this sacred nymph grove until he one day found it and witnessed the true beauty of the nymph from the legends. He asked her then and there to marry him and was surprised when she said no. Each day for three months he came and asked her to marry him and every day she politely declined and reminded him that her place was in the grove with the other nymphs. One day after she once again refused his proposal the king informed her that he was tired and would return only once more to ask her to wed him to which she replied that he could expect to once more be told no.” As Bloom spoke her lips pulled into a frown as she spoke of what happened next. “Just as promised the king returned on that final day and when he did he returned with an army. He began to slaughter the nymphs until they managed to wake the nymph of the sacred apple tree. She was devastated to see her people in such pain and to find so many dead and the king told her she had need only say one thing to make it stop. Finally, the nymph said yes, the one word that could save her people. She did not wish to marry the king but felt it was the only way for her to end the slaughter of all those she loved and so she agreed. This nymph was clever though and knew that the king understood little of her people and their ways. As the king rode off with her and his armies he left her tree behind. Without the tree she was bound to the nymph knew she would die and thus deny the king the glory of having her as his wife. All was going according to plan until the king's daughter, Snow White, informed her father that the new queen was ill and dying because she did not have her sacred tree. The king of course was furious that the nymph had tried to trick him and went back to the grove to claim the tree and bring it to his palace, killing off the rest of the nymphs while he was there. He made the nymph a prisoner in his home and constantly reminded her that her people died because of her actions. Over time the nymph’s heart grew dark with anger and hatred and the sacred apples of her tree that once brought healing and life became touched by the anguish of her heart. One day when the king went to eat one of the sacred apples, something he and his daughter did often, he took one bite into it and died. Not long after Snow White was forced to flee the castle as the nymph queen desired to punish her for the role she played in the destruction of her people.” She continued and glanced over at Charlie. “I thought it was a very interesting retelling of the tale or at least the beginning of it.” She explained with a smile as she hoped the story had distracted her friend and hopefully helped her.

As the two of them hung out in the infirmary and cleaned a few things up Bloom noticed several bandages and medications had been used. “Whoever was in here clearly knew what they were doing.” She pointed out as she threw an empty package away. “Which gives me hope that they are fairing well.” She added to try and encourage the lifting of Charlie’s spirits.

While they spoke Bloom noticed Charlie’s phone going off again and hers was as well. She smiled and laughed as she watched the explosion of gifs come to life on her phone screen. It always amazed her how Phillip could find the perfect gif for any and all situations, usually in less than a minute. She laughed so hard at the messages he sent that at one point the former bartender almost dropped her phone and had to lean against the counter. “I am hoping to get to meet up with him and some of the others later tonight. If you feel up to it you could always ditch Noah and join us instead.” She suggested though she knew Charlie was less than likely to agree to such an idea. “I mean wouldn’t you want to see Phillip dressed to impress?” She pointed out as if it was her best bargaining chip.

Like usual she could tell when Charlie simply wasn’t going to budge and this was one of those times. Bloom offered to stick around and sneak into the party with her so she wouldn’t have to be with Noah alone but Charlie declined the offer. She wished with all her heart that her best friend would one day learn that she didn’t need to face the world all by herself. Finally, the two young women had to part ways as the time came closer for the festivities to begin. “Be safe tonight and call me at ANY point if you need ANYTHING.” Bloom made sure to emphasize so that Charlie would hopefully know that she truly meant it.

Making her way out of the infirmary and back onto the streets of Dauntless Bloom made sure to turn her phone's volume all the way up in case Charlie tried to talk to her. As she was looking at her phone and walking towards the massive party that spread through the streets of Dauntless she felt herself knock into something or someone solid. Looking up from the screen before her she was surprised to find a face she knew staring back at her. “Hi, Ghost!” She greeted with a smile towards her fellow instructor.

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Ghost // Male // Age 18 // Training Instructor // Erudite to Dauntless

Attending Jeremy Daniels’s party afforded the unique opportunity of discreetly acquiring information on Caspian’s death while appearing to be distracted by an array of vices. As such, Ghost had aimed to arrive there at a quarter after noon, the start time. He didn’t want to seem overeager by arriving right on time—especially when he wasn’t supposed to know Daniels on a personal level, at all—but he wanted the advantage of scoping out the party before most of its attendees settled in. However, after one too many hits on his cannabis pen, Ghost felt an irresistible desire to throw darts at the target on the back of his bedroom door until all three of his shots landed on the triple twenty, and then afterward Blair’s commentary on the sketchbook still laying on his bed fueled him with rare inspiration to start a new drawing. All in all, it was 2:26 when he poked his head outside of the compound for the first time, where he found that the first of several parades scheduled for that afternoon had just ended.
Damn, this dude gets not one but multiple parades to celebrate his birthday? Ghost thought, equal parts incredulous and envious. I want a parade for my birthday. St. Andrew Street was littered with a snowfall of colorful beads, cracked plastic cups, discarded bottles of hand sanitizer, canvas bags stained with shoe treads, unopened packets of custom napkins, blinking headbands, and small stuffed animals fallen from children’s hands, all of which had been thrown from passing floats. In the intermission between parades, a sea of people had abandoned their dutiful posts on the sides of the street and were milling about in small clusters, excitedly chattering and sifting through their collected prizes and lining up at food vendors. The energy was infectious and the dress code variable; there was a near-even distribution of people dressed in t-shirts and jeans versus those in suits and summer dresses, with several wild cards donning eccentric costumes of capes and bombastic hats.
Ghost’s mouth was watering at the aroma of pepperoni calzone from a nearby stand, unable to remember how many days ago he’d last eaten a hot meal to completion. He was in the process of making his way over when a little boy with a rainbow ribbon streamer darted out in front of him, causing him to abruptly halt with one foot raised in midair. The boy’s mother simultaneously admonished him and shot Ghost an apologetic glance before similarly cutting past him in pursuit of her child, just as Ghost was preparing to finish his step and resume walking. He lurched to successive stops, feeling thoroughly disoriented. Apparently he wasn’t the only one, too, as the soft impact of another body jostled him from behind. It wasn’t a whole lot of force, but the conflicting momentums were enough to spin Ghost halfway around, and his hand clamped on a pale forearm for balance. For their balance, not mine. He did a quick mental calculation of passing the movement off as such and decided his odds were not great.
Vernal Bloom was almost as tall as Ghost on a regular day. In heels and at such close range, she was looking down at him. Yesterday her two-toned hair had fallen in elegant cascades, but today it was pin straight, conspiring with the midday sun to highlight the fine bones of her face. She wore a short black dress of an asymmetrical cut, passing neatly over one shoulder while leaving the other bare. Instead of looking displeased with Ghost for literally latching onto her, she was beaming at him, and it wasn’t a condescending smirk from towering over him, either. Rather, Bloom appeared genuinely glad to see him. Which made Ghost feel immediately guilty on account of his rudeness toward her the previous day.
“So which is your natural hair, the wavy or straight?” he wondered aloud, undeterred by the awkward circumstances of their present encounter. Ghost removed his hand from Bloom’s wrist and gestured at her hair. “Considering I’ve only ever seen you once before, I can’t decide which version is standard for you. But if I were to hazard a guess, I’d have to pick the wavy hair, since you’re dressed up today and obviously put effort into your appearance. Not that you need to, though.” Ghost returned her grin, though where Bloom’s was soft at the edges, his was sharp. “Fancy meeting you here, Bloom.” This time, when he said her name, he deliberately left off the Miss, remembering that she preferred to be addressed by her surname alone. Ghost’s sanguine demeanor suddenly sobered. “Listen, though. Before we get too carried away with debauchery, please allow me to apologize for my untoward behavior to you yesterday. I was frustrated that all three of my colleagues are seemingly incapable of showing up to work all on the same day and wrongly took it out on their replacement—you. Not that that’s an excuse, of course. For however long you’re part of the team, I look forward to working with you.”
A dull roar went up from the crowd, and Ghost turned part way around to see that, at the very end of the street, two uniformed members of a marching band were carrying a pennant between themselves announcing the start of the next parade. “Say,” he mused, facing Bloom once again. “Do you have any plans for the afternoon? I’m afraid I missed the first parade, but I’ll gladly stick around for the second if I have company.” He snuck a glance at his watch; almost four and a half hours until his scheduled dinner with Charlie’s family. Until then, while he was out in public, Ghost didn’t want to risk being seen with her, especially at an event where her father was guaranteed to make an appearance sooner or later. He wondered whether Charlie, her mother, and Daniels were the only people to know of the true relationship between one of the faction’s leaders and its medic, whether of Daniels’s design or not. Either way, it wasn’t a risk Ghost was prepared to take. “So what do you say?” he prompted Bloom. He hadn’t planned on spending the afternoon in her company, but one way or another, he’d have to occupy himself until dinnertime.
 














Shayla




Mood: Tired

Location: Apartment

Interactions: Cassidy & Lainey






As Cas and Lainey both appeared in the social area of the apartment dressed for the day Shayla glanced over to see what each of them had decided to go with. Lainey’s silver gown was very flattering to her figure and it was clear she took great joy in dressing up so that all eyes would be on her. Cas had gone with one of Shayla’s black mini-dresses that honestly looked better on the transfer initiate than it ever did on Shayla. Internally Shayla made a note that she could suggest Cas hold onto the dress at the end of the night and simply let her keep it. While Shayla knew she could be standoffish and even act like a downright cold-hearted bitch she did tend to allow herself some short bursts of kindness and so far Cas hadn’t tried to get too close which meant she could be more lenient with her. Lainey and she had come to a sort of understanding of boundaries so while living together Shayla didn’t normally have to act as harsh as she did towards others. Lainey had her problems just as she did and they respected each other’s privacy which went a long way with Shayla even if she didn’t always show it.

Putting her cup of tea down on the counter she gave Lainey a nod upon hearing her comment, “The same can be said for you.” Her voice made it clear she meant it as a casual but still genuine compliment as she straightened up and placed her cup in the sink. Hearing the offer to tag along for the party Shayla considered it for a moment before nodding her head. “Thanks.” She agreed and reached over to give Lev some goodbye pets before heading towards the door with the two other girls. At the mention of meeting Lainey’s brother, Sebastian Shayla’s brow quirked a bit and she remembered all the stories she had heard about him. Lainey practically gushed over him at any point she could slip him into the conversation so the idea of meeting him was a rather interesting proposition. Shayla found herself curious over whether he would live up to the hype of his sister or not, she knew some siblings could see each other as gods if they were close enough.

The thought of running into siblings made Shayla a bit cautious about going out for the day. She personally had cut her siblings off when she cut everyone else out of her life. Of course, she had kept tabs on them from a distance and knew from her father what many of them were up to. Her brother was dead set on following in their father’s footsteps by rising through the ranks of Dauntless to become as powerful as the man who raised him. From the sounds of it her sister might not be staying in the faction when her choosing ceremony would occur next year. From what Shayla had gathered through her brief talks with her father, Zarya had taken Shayla’s abandonment very hard especially since no one would tell her the truth about why Shayla did what she did. Because of this she no longer feels at home in a faction so full of lies and plans to join Candor when the time comes for her to make her choice. Deep down Shayla wishes she could apologize to her sister and find a way to make up for the hurt she caused but at the same time she still believes it is better for her to hate her now so Zarya won’t be hurt later on.

As they exited the apartment Shayla’s thoughts were brought back to the present by Lainey’s question about who they were dressed to impress. Shrugging slightly the ebony-haired beauty looked down the hallway ahead and tucked her hair behind her ear. “I’m simply dressed for me.” She stated knowing that she had no real specific person in mind when she got all dolled up. “What about you Cas?” She inquired trying to sound as casual as possible but feeling regrettably nosy instead.

WanderLust. WanderLust. Nerdy. Nerdy.





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Charlotte "Charlie" Stark || 20 || Medic || Dauntlessborn


The time Charlie spent with Bloom was exactly what she had needed, the delightful bar tending brunette had delighted her with the story of the evil queen from snow white, although seen from an entirely new and fantastical perspective. Charlie was intrigued, and that kept her from overthinking and also kept her mind whirring as the day went on. As Bloom and she parted ways, Charlie nodded sincerely at Bloom's words, "You're one of my emergency contacts!" She reminded her bestfriend, before watching her leave. Charlie sighed softly as she made her way to Noah's house, setting herself up again for the same behaviour that she had received from him and Harrison the last time she was there. She knew, she knew this was a foolish idea, but she also knew she didn't kill Caspian, and yet the only one who knew where she was that night had been Noah. She had to do these things he asked so that he would stand up for her. How long his "good" intentions would last however, that was something she was not excited to find out. She knew Noah well, she'd gone through initiation with him, she knew he was crafty, weaselly, and yet... he was the weakling of the four bullies she had, so she believed, somewhere in herself, that she could handle him. So, she steadied herself as she walked, set her shoulders and kept her back straight, and marched up to Noah and Harrison's door. She pulled her denim jacket tighter over her and reached out, knocking on the door three times before stepping back as she waited for someone to come and open it. She could hear a lot of movement and voices from inside, and she realized with regret that it wouldn't just be Noah and Harrison home this time... it would be everyone. She was just about to knock again when Noah finally opened the door, the look on his face betrayed the fact that he had not believed she would come, there was almost a softness, a gratefulness, but it was soon lost in the disgusting arrogance that covered the rest of his face. "Charlotte... You look..." Noah looked her up and down, frowning as he did so, and Charlie immediately knew that her outfit was not inspiring confidence in her ability to win Noah over. She hadn't planned on coming to the party, otherwise she might... might have dressed better. "A bit masculine. Here, I picked out a dress for you, and some accessories, and please cover your face with some type of make up, you look awful." Noah finally finished his sentence, and he reached out, grabbing Charlie's wrist and pulling her inside. Charlie gritted her teeth together at his touch but said nothing, simply following him as it was all she could do.

Noah whisked her through the living room so fast she was only able to briefly recognize Harrison, Alyssa and Wolf all sharing some drinks, they paid little to no attention to her as Noah dragged her to his room and shut the door. She ripped her arm out of his grip. "I didn't agree to anything except going to the party with you Noah, and I shall let you know I can scream loud enough to bring a number of people here." Charlie tried to say those words without a hint of doubt or shakiness, but she doubted that she sounded very convincing. She didn't actually know if she would scream, should Noah try anything, but she hoped that he would think she would. Noah laughed slightly, awkwardly, nervously, and pointed at the bathroom. "Your dress and things are in there. Get dressed them come out." He said, before opening his bedroom door and closing it behind him. Charlie took a deep breath, and moved her way into the bathroom, her eyes alighting on the dress that Noah desired for her to wear. It was hanging from the curtain rail, and it flowed so far that it nearly touched the tiling on the floor, Charlie was surprised at the elegance of the dress, having expected Noah to find and choose something slutty for her to wear, this was very unexpected. She reached out, touching the teal silk dress and almost smiling at how it felt under her fingertips; she closed the bathroom door,k hoping that they wouldn't open it while she changed, and stripped out of her casual wear. It wasn't easy to put the dress on, but once it was on Charlie couldn't believe how stunning she looked. The silk hugged her body and yet flowed in all the right places, the teal was shimmery and she didn't even mind the split that came up the dress. She looked at the shoes Noah had picked out, some golden heels, along with many accessories, golden bangles, rings, and an interesting beaded necklace with gold adornments on it. She placed all of these on, and dug into her purse to put some make up on. She wouldn't put too much on, Noah had said she looked awful but she doubted he would actually notice what she did with her face, so she simply applied a bit of highlight and lipstick on. Once she was finished she almost giggled girlishly at herself, only cringing as someone knocked harshly on the door, Alyssa's voice yelling through the timber "HURRY UP! We are meant to be going." Charlie quickly folded her clothes and left them on the bench of the bathroom, hopefully she'd be able to come back and get these, as they were Bloom's and not hers.

Exiting the bathroom, Alyssa's eyes widened only for a second before narrowing and pointing to the living room, motioning for Charlie to hurry up. Charlie did as she was shown, and went into the living room. Each step she took was one that made her feel like a confident roman goddess, but also like a chained roman slave who was forced to do her masters bidding. The strange juxtaposition of feelings made her confusion heighten and her feelings with it. Noah smiled brightly, almost warmly, at her as she entered, and he stood up, gazing up and down. Wolf and Harrison followed suit, and they all ogled her like a piece of artwork, eventually nodding, licking their lips and almost subconsciously stepping closer towards her. Charlie took a step back, while Noah pushed the other two away, telling them that this was his date. The two shrugged and finished their drinks as Noah linked arms with Charlie. "Noah I can walk by my..." Noah's grip tightened and Charlie gasped slightly, realizing that was his way of telling her to shut up. Just for the beginning. You have an excuse to leave, and you have your phone in your bag that yuou can call Bloom, Sasha, Phillip or Ghost if you need too. Charlie felt sad that Caspian was no longer in that list of people she could call for help. She took a deep breath and followed Noah and his groupies out of the apartment and towards the VIP area of the party, since it was a huge party, there was a smaller section that was VIP, unfortunately, Charlie had an easy entry. Thankfully, nobody knew that Jeremy was her father though. She tried to avoid eye contact with anyone, spotting very few initiates on her way, she simply kept her head up high and strutted along to Noah's fast pace. She didn't speak to them, as if she really were a stubborn slave, and simply thought through what she would do if worst came to worst. She would feign ignorance if introduced to Jeremy. She would feign feeling faint or needing a drink or the bathroom if she saw him. And if Jeremy, or Noah, or anyone tried to take her away, she would ring Bloom. Her hand that wasn't stolen by Noah, was wrapped around her phone in an iron grip and she knew she could get Blooms number ringing in an instant. Plus, Bloom would understand the necessity of her call even if someone made her hang up before finishing. Bloom was good like that.

The VIP section of the party was not hard to get into, it was more hard to stay in. Those who passed out drunk were thrown out onto the street, those who were making fools of themselves were also thrown out, and those who just had no place being there were...
encouraged to remove themselves. Charlie recognized a few faces, Malia and her family were there, and Charlie hoped she wouldn't have to associate with them, that included Indira and Jackson. Obviously Jeremy was somewhere around... She noticed Terra and Felicia, but even if they noticed her they were pretending not to. She couldn't see any of the other Parks family there, but she knew that it wasn't likely that the boys would go to the VIP section... Noah turned to her. "Can I get you a drink?" He asked, Charlie shook her head. "You know I don't drink Noah, but thank you, I"m okay." She said, watching as he frowned, and yanked her along as he went to the bar to order drinks for the group. She wasn't sure if he would respect her not drinking, but even if he gave her water, Charlie would never trust any food or drink that Noah would give her. Not after he drugged her not so long ago. She didn't trust Noah at all, but she would play along, for her own game, not his. She was sure that even if he didn't follow through on his own promises she could find ways to blackmail him if she stayed close to him. Is that what you are Charlie? Someone who blackmails and tricks? She cringed inwardly at herself. Only because someone has done the same to me, and framed me for my bestfriends death. She was determined that... somehow.. that made it okay. Plus, it was Noah, and he was a douchebag. She sighed, the loud music in this area drowning out her own voice in her head, and she tried to forget that she was here with the bullies who used to beat her unconscious, and pretend that it was just Caspian. I miss you. She called out silently into the universe.

Interacting with: Noah, Harrison, Alyssa, Wolf at the party - Open for anyone else to come up.


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Aubrey Amber Stark || 16 || Initiate || Dauntlessborn


Aubrey was taken aback only a little as Thorn's eyes turned to her and were noticeably altered as he took in her entire outfit and look. A familiar surge of pride and self-confidence rose up in her chest, causing her to stand straighter and hold herself higher, but at the same time she felt that tad bit of shyness and doubt, though she was not sure why she felt those at all. Her arm still stayed wrapped in Thorn's as if she needd him for balance, but in all honesty she needed him for security, because she had no idea what she was going to do at these parties now without her bestfriend, and she couldn't stand to spend them alone. Since she had something to go to later in the evening - the dinner with her mother and sister - she knew she needed to stop herself from getting drunk off her ass, and she needed to keep an eye on the time. Thorn was coming with her, so she knew she could rely on him to keep an eye on her, plus, it hadn't escaped her notice that Charlie had asked Thorn to look after her and keep an eye on her, it hurt Aubrey's feelings to think that Charlie thought she wasn't able to look after herself, even after Caspian's death, but she hadn't brought it up with Thorn or Charlie, since she could find no way to fault them except... maybe weakness. They weren't your typical gung ho Dauntless jocks, they were sweet and gentle, and deserved each other wholeheartedly, in fact, if they successfully managed to rip Charlie out of her abusive relationship with her so called "boyfriend", Aubrey had half a mind to set Charlie up with Thorn. Screw the rules about initiates and trainers, they had always been a close and friendly match, in her opinion. Her opinion of Thorn was quite high, even if she never showed or mentioned that to anyone.

Aubrey had her time to blush however as Thorn, and then Griffon, complimented her greatly. She laughed a loud but girlish giggle and spun around, letting go of Thorn's arm purely for that reason, and then took a bow, making sure to hold eye-contact with Griffon to see how he would respond. He simply held it, his eyes steady and his gaze almost pure, Aubrey shivered slightly under the intensity, and stood up straight, her arm snaking around Thorn's again. "Thank you for the compliments boys, you all look very dashing yourselves, I'm sure you'll be hard hitters at this party." She claimed, gazing on each of them for a short moment of time, albeit letting her gaze on Chet be noticeably shorter than the other two boys. She turned as Thorn continued talking, thinking her idea to go visit his workshop a wondrous idea, she beamed and checked to see what the other boys thought on the matter. Griffon seemed to agree with them, but it wasn't long before he excused himself, as Fable, his sister, stole him away through a gentle hug. Aubrey felt a little jealousy at that, as she replaced Fable with herself, and Griffon with Finn. She missed him so much... She clamped her jaw shut and turned to Thorn, and whomever was still with them. "Let's go! The party has surely started already, if we take too long we'll miss all the best food and drinks, and there wouldn't be anything to go to anyway! I've heard there are parades, and free food and alcohol, there's free sparring arena's, training exercises like axe throwing, archery, target hitting... I plan to set high scores on as many as possible. So whoever is keen to come with us as we take a small detour to Thorn's workshop should come now." Aubrey grinned, and then turned to Thorn, her wide blue eyes motioning towards the door, as if begging him to take the lead and go. She wasn't sure if he did so because he saw the look in her eyes or simply because it was the right time for him to be doing so, but she delightfully followed him, humming slightly as she did so, and stepping with a little hop in her step.

The Dauntless compound was already packed with people and floats and crazy shenanigans, so Thorn had decided to take a rather back route to his workshop in order to avoid the muss and traffic. Aubrey always loved to know a back entrance into or out of somewhere, it always felt exciting that way, and she tried to remember it as they went along so she could use it in the future. Thorn opened up his workshop, letting himself, Aubrey, and any others who had followed them into his workshop to check out a few of the items on display. Aubrey was immediately impressed with the work that was on display, as her eyes skimmed the dazzling metal objects and designs. Intricacy would not have been something she would have pegged on the tough looking Dauntless boy, but he certainly had a way with metal, and had crafted a number of beautiful items. She had noticed the necklace he had made for Charlie, although it wasn't until recently that she had put two and two together and figured out that it was Thorn who had made it, and therefore, given it to Charlie. "Wow Thorn, this is so beautiful, and wonderfully done, you're quite talented." Aubrey purred out as she finally let go of his arm and walked around the shop in an almost awe like way, her hands hovering over the different items. Of course, she headed more towards anything that looked like a weapon, and her eyes scanned each object she could find. She hadn't thought of Christian's idea to have Thorn weld something into her daggers too interesting, but after seeing the amazing things that he could do, she wondered whether or not it would be beautiful, and she was coming to the conclusion that it would be. She reached down, taking a hold of the daggers handle from inside her boot she pulled it out to gaze at the blade and handle, wondering what she would ask Thorn to do if she desired to actually have him edit it. She spun it slowly in her hand, holding the point of it to her finger so that it spun smoothly, maybe she could dedicate one to Caspian and one to herself? But how would she do that? She could put Caspian's name on one and hers on the other but that seemed... cheesy? No... Caspian's name deserved to be commemorated like that. But what would she put on her own one?

"Thorn? Could you put Caspian's name on the blade?" She asked, again giving the dagger to Thorn to look over, her blue eyes wide and bright as she watched him.

Interacting with: Thorn Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1 Chet spyder spyder Griffon, and Fable


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Christian "Chris" Parks || 16 || Initiate || Dauntlessborn


Christian sighed, as Blair asked him to wait for her, but he did as she asked, and stood outside of the building, arms crossed in front of his chest, and heavy breaths making their way through his body. Blair was his love and desire, he would do anything for her and he knew that her pain was his pain, and that if she were to die or be hurt that he would never forgive himself. But he had never doubted Blair's trust, he viewed her as the most trustworthy of people, yet now he couldn't count that as a certainty, and he hated that uncertain feeling that now sat in his stomach. Blair was doing thing that Christian didn't know, but she had told him that, yet... she had not kept her promise to him, and she had kept even more secrets from him, he could tell. He didn't understand why she wouldn't let him be a part of whatever it was she was doing, was he not good enough for that? Surely she knew he would do nothing but love and protect her, never hurt her. He kept his mouth firmly pressed together as Blair finally made her way down. The sight of her, in her beautiful blue dress, caused Christian's worries and doubts to somewhat dissipate into oblivion as his body twitched and his heart lurched in response to the beauty that was his girlfriend. As she came near him he wrapped his arms around her, bringing her close to him and breathing deeply her secure and perfumous scent. "You look so beautiful, Blair." He said to her, his blue eyes shining as he watched her pull away from him ever so gently and instead interlock her fingers with his so that they could walk while still being as close as possible. She began to speak, her voice so quiet that Christian had to bend down slightly so that he could hear her, and told him what she was doing, and why. Christian's demeanour was silent, almost judgemental, an unusual thing for Christian to feel, but when it came to Blair, there were many things that Christian felt that he had never felt before.

"Are they keeping you safe?" Christian asked, his question obviously surprising Blair, and her hesitation was all the confirmation he needed. "You say you worry about me, Blair, but it isn't me who come back from days apart, covered in unexplainable bruises!" He raised his voice slightly at the end of his sentence, before clenching his fist in the hand that was not holding Blairs, and breathing out slowly and steadily. "I could protect you, I DO protect you, and I want to protect you. I don't understand why you won't let me be a part of this. I would help. What do I care that you are Divergent? Nothing, except if people are trying to kidnap and hurt you, I don't want to take you out of my sight, and I swear that unless you directly command me to leave you, I won't leave your side." Christian's claim was serious, and his stormy grey eyes bored into Blairs. It was at this moment that he realized it was possible that he was scaring her, and so he stepped back, letting his fingers part from hers for a second as he paced around. He needed to think for a few moments, simply enough so that his anger and emotion could come in check and wouldn't explode unnecessarily at Blair or anyone else. Thankfully, nobody noticed a good looking couple talking while the most popular man in Dauntless was having a faction wide birthday. Finally Christian managed to calm down, and he reached out again to take Blair's hand in his own. He bent down, so that their faces were on the same level, and he reached out to hold her jaw softly in his large hand. "Blair, I love you. I never want to spend another day apart from you." He said, as he pressed their foreheads together and sighed again. "Tell me how to help, don't leave me behind, please." He finally pleaded with her. He stood like there for a few moments longer, enjoying the closeness that it gave them. Eventually though he had to straighten up.

"Can we go to this party and not go off on secret missions please? Can we dance? And eat? And have fun?" He looked at Blair sincerely, and when she finally agreed he felt his walls break slightly, and his heart grew in warmth and size, his grin was noticeable and he scooped her up into his arms, burying his head into her shoulder. 'Thank you. I've missed you." He said, and squeezed her, only stopping because he heard a slight yelp of pain. "Sorry." He said, wincing at her pain and letting her go softly. They linked their hands back together, and made their way to the party. There were many aspects to this party, parades were going down almost every street, and you had to step around almost a million pop up stands. Christian was in the mood to spoil Blair, even if she didn't desire it herself, and before an hour had passed he had already bought her slushies and treats and bought so many tries at a stupid arcade game that eventually he had won her a stuffed toy... and in fact it wasn't he who had won it but Blair herself. However, that was the first time she had laughed, and Christian hoped that the laugh would set her up to continue laughing and smiling for the rest of the day. She was so beautiful when she was happy, and so trustworhty. "Shall we make our way to where the dances and real parties happen? We can get something to eat as well." He asked her, eventually taking her answer as a yes he led the way towards one of the richer parts of the party. He didn't think it was the VIP section, but honestly Christian wasn't quite certain, so it altogether could have been. He found a nice almost secluded area for them to sit at in the edge of the area, and went off to order drinks and food for the two of them. After about 5 minutes he returned, with a light but fruity cocktail for Blair, and an identical mocktail for Christian, along with a bowl of hot fries, and an ice cream sundae for them to share. Their little sit down area was not so private as to have curtains or doors, but it was tucked nicely into a corner, and Christian used this to his advantage. Instead of sitting opposite his beautiful girlfriend, he sidled up next to her, and they sat with his arms around her, as they drank, ate, and talked. Every now and then Christian would interrupt her with sweet kisses, some short and adorable, others more heated and with more wanting, his grip always tightening too much, making her flinch, and causing his kisses to break off. "Sorry." He said, after one too many, and let go of Blair, feeling guilty at his own inability to control himself well in this context. "It's just... really good to have you back with me." He said, and smiled warmly at her. The music in the area began to grow familiar, and he looked at Blair with hopeful eyes. "Did you want to dance?"

Interacting with: Blair WanderLust. WanderLust.
 
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Blair Avalon // Female // Age 16 // Dauntless Born Initiate // Divergent
Interacting With: Christian Nerdy. Nerdy.

Blair felt like herself... for the first time in a very long while. As she sat with Christian she could feel herself relaxing, melting into him as more and more weight began to lift from her weary shoulders. She couldn't stop thinking about what he had said. She had been so concerned with endangering Christian that she had allowed her divergency to come between them, driving a wedge. Christian had shown an aptitude for Candor and Blair knew that, so why was she being dishonest with him? If she was being entirely honest with herself, she knew it was because she didn't dare risk endangering him. She couldn't bare the thought of him getting hurt trying to protect her. Yet, she hated the wedge that this was driving between them. She knew that her time left with Christian was limited, and she didn't want to spend that dwindling time arguing over who needed to protect who. They would protect each other, she decided, and she wasn't going to leave his side again.

So far, the night had been filled with laughter and sweets. She had indulged on the sundae Christian had bought for them and was currently snuggling up next to him in their secluded booth. She was absentmindedly stroking her thumb over the ear of the stuffed bunny that she and Christian had won at the arcade game. Calm washed over her as his lips caressed hers. She kissed him back without hesitation, savoring every moment with her handsome and caring boyfriend. Blair couldn't help it, despite herself, her eyes were slowly starting to drift shut. Her head lazily draped on Christian's shoulder. She would've fallen asleep right then and there had Christian's voice not graced her ears, asking her if she wanted to dance. She immediately turned to look up at him, a dreamy smile on her lips as genuine happiness flooded through her and she nodded eagerly. "Yes, I'd love to dance with you." She smirked and stifled a laugh as Christian stood up and offered a hand to Blair. She safely tucked her new bunny friend at their table before taking Christian's hand with a mischievous look.

The music felt warm and familiar. It must have been a song they had danced too before. Blair's feet moved on their own, her fingers lacing with Christian's as her other hand reached up to rest on his shoulder. She laid her head on his chest, barely an inch of space between them as they began swaying to the music. "I really missed you Christian..." her voice was practically a whisper as she murmured against the fabric of his shirt. A high pitched giggle left her lips as he twirled her around playfully, she clumsily crashed back into his chest, breathing in deeply, memorizing his familiar scent. After a moment of comfortable silence her blue eyes peered up at him again, oceans meeting storms as she chewed her lower lip softly. "Can I stay with you tonight... Please?" The idea of spending the night in Christian's bed with him, waking up the following morning in his arms, it gave Blair butterflies. She yearned to let her limbs tangle with his under warm blankets, to let her lips linger on his soft skin all night long. To feel the safety and warmth that Christian always carried with him. When Christian enthusiastically agreed Blair's smile widened. A devious smile crossed her lips as she grabbed his hand and began tugging him back in the direction of their secluded table.

When she had finally pulled him back to the table, Blair sidled so close to him that she was practically sitting on his lap. Her lips brushed again his with a renewed urgency, a fire that had been embers for so long. She was burning for him, hungry for him as she pressed closer to him. For a while it became hard to tell where Blair stopped and Christian began, they were merged together so passionately that Blair was completely oblivious to their surroundings. She let out a soft breath as his lips began trailing down her neck. Every once in a while he would squeeze her a tad too tight, but she didn't make a sound. She was too happy to care. At one points, his hands began running over the bare skin of her leg, and Blair practically swooned. She bumped into the table amidst the passionate embrace, knocking something over but not caring to see what it was. Her fingers reached up to tangle in Christian's blonde locks as she savored his taste, his smell, the feel of his hands caressing her... and then... a male voice, clearing his throat, enough to make Blair jump as her head whipped towards the source of the sound. Her heart was thudding in her chest as her eyes landed on Maverick, an eyebrow cocked at the blonde pair as he looked them both over. They were in varying states of disarray, the evidence of their previous passions written all over their faces as a hot blush rose to Blair's face. Finally, Maverick broke the uncomfortable silence as he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Do either of you know where Randy is?"
 














Vex




Mood: Calculating

Location: Dauntless

Interactions: Mav






The streets of Dauntless were alive with flashing lights, thumping music, shouts, and laughter from parties all across the faction. Everywhere she looked Vex could see members of the Dauntless partying like it was the end of the world and they had no plans to go out quietly. She smirked as she watched two men begin beating each other senseless in front of her and took a graceful step back as the large of the two tossed the smaller one at a pile of garbage bags and yelled something about keeping his hands off his woman. She didn’t even give the fallen fighter a glance as she walked past but did check out the victor, taking a moment to assess him and run a combat scenario between herself and him in her head.

He was far bigger than her but size meant nothing when it could so easily be used against you. It was clear from the brief analysis she conducted that the larger man relied heavily on brute strength and would be easy to take down with some swift strikes to vital areas he wouldn’t think to protect. A knife to the artery in the leg would be the quickest way to take him down but certainly not the most entertaining. If Vex were to fight him she would take her time and play with him like she often did with most of her prey. By the time she was finished with him, he would be a whimpering mess on the floor that couldn’t stand even if he wanted to, all that strength turning to dead weight that would anchor him down.

A soft sigh slipped through her nostrils as she continued on from the scene and left the victor to his howls of celebration after the pathetic fight between him and the smaller man. Truly the majority of Dauntless posed little threat from what Vex had seen, their only true use was the fact that they could become easy foot soldiers that almost operated like a hive so long as they had a strong leader. Without that the faction would all too easily devolve into anarchy that Vex was sure would end in their overall eradication by more respectable factions such as Erudite. As she looked around, she couldn’t help but think about how much simpler everything would be if Erudite had the true control it deserved. Her masters there had never steered her wrong and it is because of the upgrades they bestowed upon her that she is the weapon and woman she is today, she owes them everything, especially her undying loyalty.

Continuing on her journey through the faction Vex grabbed a drink off a random serving platter without the waiter noticing as she passed by. She sipped on the electric green liquid and noted how it tasted faintly of watermelon and strongly of liquor. She smiled and casually danced through a few crowds, truly a master of blending in with her surroundings, no one would recognize that she was on the prowl. To the random onlooker, she would simply look like an initiate trying to fit into the chaos of the faction-wide party, another pretty face in the crowd, no one of any real consequence.

As she continued to search for Ghost her gaze fell on a different handsome face that could be just as useful for different reasons. Closer to one of the house parties that lined the street Mav stood and seemed to be looking around for someone. Carefully making her way through the crowd and dancing along with several people who danced around her she smiled and laughed and acted as though she had consumed quite a bit more than the sip she had taken from her glass, the sip only sealing her story as she now had the taste of alcohol on her breath. As she twirled around with a group of girls who were spinning and grinding on one another Vex performed a rather convincing stumble right into the solid form of Mav. Upon contact, her electric green drink spilled all over him as she caught herself on his arm. “Oh no! I am soooooo sorry!” She gasped and made herself sound as though she had consumed quite a bit of alcohol before her current drink which was now all over the instructor's shirt.

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Cassidy "Cassie" Wickham || 16 || Initiate || Erudite Transfer

Cassidy recovered quickly as Lainey called her out for her strange behaviour, she shrugged it off as nothing, but in her head she stored away the important and vital information. My mother is somehow, somewhere , in Dauntless. This was something she would keep to herself, but it was also something she needed to pretend wasn't real, both for the sake of her mental stability, but also so it wouldn't come out by accident. Lainey didn't pry any further as Cassidy entered back into the nice apartment, and they simply continued to have their natural platonic yet flirtatious behaviour that they had always kept between themselves, with the added bonus of Shayla to the mix. Lainey and Cassidy had opened up to each other about a lot, but both of them still held secrets, and maybe they both had their own perceptions and opinions on the secrets each other held, but they respected the hell out of each other, and that meant that neither girl pried on the other, when it came to the important stuff. Maybe someone would call their friendship shallow, but it was much more than that, it simply had boundaries that both girls respected. Cassidy was soon whisked away as Lainey offered to give her some shoes, and the girl couldn't help but giggle as she was whisked to the bedroom of her former ballet partner. She enviously spied the bedroom as Lainey searched for the shoes she had in mind, wishing that she could just give herself the leisure and pleasure of living in a place like this, as it reminded her very much of her home in Erudite, but she needed to keep as low profile, and as integrated with the rest of the initiates as possible, plus there was Griffon that she needed to keep an eye on. She felt guilty simply being away from him at the moment, but what with a party, and the friends that Griffon had made, she trusted he would stay safe.

"Damn, I might have to steal from your wardrobes more often." Cassidy purred as she entered back into the living room area, twirling again in the sheen gold heels that now graced her feet. The gold of the shoes delightfully went with the body art that she had drawn on her shoulder, having done it with gold paint with black for the outline, it made her whole look come together, and she was grateful she'd gone for gold eyeshadow as well. "You both have tremendously good taste." She said, feeling that she actually did look amazing. As they got ready to leave, Lainey hinted at the fact that she was trying to impress someone, and Cassidy's eyebrow raised as she looked her over, she was almost certain that Lainey had her eyes and desires set on Chet, and Cas couldn't blame her, there was something charming and interesting about that boy, although Cassidy herself had no interest in him, no more so than she had in anyone else. If there were any people that she was particularly interested in, she could list them: Randi was a beautiful and similar beauty that Cassidy felt herself genuinely attracted to, whether as a friend or more, she was unsure, but she actually found herself flirting genuinely with the girl. Vex, Kirby and Shayla were all similarly interesting, mysterious and beautiful women that Cas wanted to delve into, she wished she could sneak into their minds and understand how they worked and what they were all hiding. Maverick was pretty, handsome and a hunk, but his moods as of late had been a downfall for Cassidy's own preferences, she sympathised with him, losing a brother was not something to make light of or anything, but she had to admit that it was a difference in personality that she didn't prefer out of him - plus he seemed to have eyes only for Randi, having pretty much ignored her the last time she was around him. Now Ghost? That was a boy whom Cassidy wanted to know about, she had heard and found out that he was originally from Erudite, but she had never seen him there, and she had been a lot of places in Erudite. She wished she knew his real name, having come to the conclusion that Ghost was just his nickname, but she had not yet figured that out. Was she romantically interested in any of these people? Cassidy wouldn't admit that to herself even if it were true, she believed that it would hinder her abilities should she become too attached to anyone, even Griffon. So as Shayla answered and both girls gazed at her, Cassidy winked at replied. "Oh you know, I like to impress everyone, most importantly myself." She said and flicked her hair a little as she ran her hands over her sides, admiring herself for a moment, before laughing and continuing out the apartment with the two girls.

It was very fun and exciting to be out amongst the crowds, and although there was a little part of her that wanted to hide and investigate her mother, whom she had seen earlier, she had pushed it so far back in her mind that she hardly remembered that. Instead the girls strutted down the main streets of Dauntless with style and integrity, and almost played a game of "how many people can I get to fancy me?". This was a popular game that Lainey and Cas had played growing up in Erudite when they had gone to boring fancy parties, as the parties themselves had been a bore, the twoo had always enjoyed trying to win over as many poeple as they could. It was a skill both girls were incredible at. They made their way through parades and stalls until finally reaching one of the bar areas, Cassidy recognised a few of the people who were there, but her eyes were searching for someone in particular, and as if summoned through thought, a flash of emerald green caused Cassidy to double take, and finally she did see Randi standing and dancing in the bar. Cassidy, not wanting to yell over the music, simply waved at Shayla and Lainey to say that she was leaving for a bit, and headed to the bar, ordering two mimosa's, one strawberry and one pineapple. Once the two had come and Cassidy had paid for it, she sidled her way through the bustling dancers and drunk men and women till she reached Randi, and she smirked as she smoothly cut in front of the blonde, dark eyes catching each other. "I believe I promised you a drink and a dance?" Cassidy purred as she held up the two drinks, licking her lips slightly, "Is now a good time?" Her eyes twinkled with excitement and interest.

Interacting with: Lainey WanderLust. WanderLust. Shayla, Randi Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1


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Griffon Mordo || 17 16 || Initiate || Abnegation Transfer

Griffon was happily conversing with those in the group that had formed, his friends Thorn and Chet were obviously his priorities, if that was even a thing for someone like Griffon to have, but each new person that joined their group was equally important in his mind, and worthy of his attention and interest. So when Aubrey joined in he was more than happy to compliment her and listen to what she had to say, he agreed with her on seeing Thorn's workshop, believing it would be a nice way to support and learn more about their friend, but he had no time to finish his sentence as a familiar and delightful presence was suddenly there, and Griffon had no time to process as Fable tapped on his shoulder, and embraced him as soon as he turned around. Griffon's heart leaped in his chest, and he held her warmly against his chest, holding her respectfully and yet very possessively, as if she were his precious and most valued person. He had no idea why she had come to him just now to hug him, and to need his support, but that was his job, to support her and protect her if he could, and so he held her without saying any words, allowing her the time she needed to come out with what was wrong, if something was actually wrong. Although he had his back to his friends now, he could still hear their conversation, and he heard as they finally agreed to follow Thorn and go look at his workshop. Griffon was interested in going, but he waited till they left before bringing it up with Fable, not wanting to make her feel pressured into responding one way or the other. He assumed that she was going to the party since she was dressed very nicely, but he had no idea if she was comfortable with going to Thorn's workshop or not.

"Fable? Is everything okay?" A line Griffon had used much as they grew up, it was almost like clockwork that Fable began to reply that she was fine, and yet Griffon had no idea whether it was one of the times that were true, or one of the times that it was her way of saying she needed time to process, before opening up. Either way, he simply hugged her a little bit tighter, just so she knew he was right there, no matter what was going on. They had grown up very close, to Griffon, Fable was like his angel, and he could see almost no flaws in her. Although he was the perfect candidate to be the perfect Abnegation, and he loved Abnegation, and believed much in what they preached, he had always loved Fable much more than the propaganda and religions that held Abnegation together. That is why he had stood up against his adopted parents, even though he loved them dearly, when he had seen their abuse upon Fable. He had accepted many punishments for doing so, as he did believe it was wrong of him to stand up against his parents like that, but he truly believed in the wellbeing of all, something that not everyone in Abnegation agreed with. Plus, Griffon loved colour, and Fable was the most colourful thing in his life. She would always remain that. Cassidy and Fable were both his sisters, and yet he had more solid memories with Fable than Cassidy. Although he spent most of his school time with either both girls, or just Cassidy, he spent all of his other time with his family, and that meant being with Fable. They had done as much together as they could, for Griffon didn't want to give their parents chances to hurt Fable any more than they already did.

After a little time, and the dorms had emptied somewhat, Griffon relaxed his embrace around Fable and let his arms slide so that his hands held her arms gently, so that he could look at her. "Would you like to go to the party with me? I was going to check out Thorn's workshop, but now that he's gone I'll simply have to go another day, as I wouldn't know the way without him leading me. But I would be delighted if we went to the party together." He offered, and waited and watched as she thought about it, replying eventually that it would be nice to go together, like old times. Although they had never actually gone to a party together, they had gone to many fundraisers and volunteering together, because that's what one did in Abnegation. Pretty much the only "parties' that they had were private, when they would hide away somewhere and have a picnic with the most elegant food they could find, and Cassidy would bring them snacks from Erudite and even sneak them alcohol (which Griffon personally hardly touched). Griffon reached out his arm, allowing Fable to loop hers through it as they made their way towards the more exciting areas of the party. "Do you remember when we would have picnics back in Abnegation? How we had to hide and sneak around to do that? That's so foreign to the culture in Dauntless, I think one would have to sneak around here only to do things like... reading or private tutoring. It's very strange, not altogether bad, but very strange. Don't you think?" Griffon asked to Fable, as they looked at the immense amount of colour, flavours, smells and loud music and talking that surrounded them, all of which were things that were basically forbidden in Abnegation. It was almost over stimulating, but Griffon had gotten used to it enough to not find it overwhelming, but it was still, certainly, strange.

Interacting with: Fable Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1
 














Thorn




Mood: Compassionate

Location: Workshop

Interactions: Aubrey






The journey to his workshop was full of crazy scenes and displays as people had clearly pre-gamed for the day's celebration. Several times Thorn escorted Aubrey around vomit on the sidewalks and did his best to guard the group from fights that got a little too close. He knew it wasn’t his job to be their protector but it was just something that came naturally to him after spending so much of his life protecting his mother. He knew Aubrey and the others were perfectly capable of defending themselves but still being there to make sure no one spilled anything on Aubrey’s beautiful dress or bumped into her too hard felt like the right thing to do.

Upon reaching the workshop Thorn took a moment to unlock the doors and remove the chain from around the gate. He had to keep the place pretty tightly locked up or risk having people rob him of his tools and creations. This was something he had learned the hard way when he first started his craft and the biggest offenders were his father and uncle. He had run into them stealing from him multiple times and so he figured if he made things harder to get to they would eventually stop, and they did. It was one of the few times he had been able to successfully deny them in a way that they couldn’t beat out of him.

Opening the door for the small group Thorn stepped back and let them enter the shop with a timid smile. It wasn’t often he had guests in his workshop, and it wasn’t exactly in the cleanest shape but then again it was a forge and smith studio so nothing tended to be too clean at the end of the day aside from the blades and jewelry pieces. His pure smile grew when he heard Aubrey’s praise as she walked around the workshop and examined his creations, her eyes noticeably drawn towards the weapons rather than the jewelry. Moving over towards the wall she was looking at he unfastened a display case and took a decorative hatchet out and handed it to her. “This is one of my favorites.” He admitted and ran his finger along the carved wolf's head on the hilt before pointing at the head of the hatchet. “The trees and runes took a while to engrave but it was work worth doing in the end.” He continued and ran the tip of his pointer finger along the maple trees and Celtic runes.

After Aubrey had a chance to look at the hatchet close up he took in back from her carefully and placed it back in the display case. When he turned around, she was holding the daggers she had inherited from Caspian and seemed to be examining them closely as she spun them slowly in her hands. He paused and watched her for a moment as she examined the blades, seeing how she watched them so carefully like a chess master about to make her next move. Finally, her blue gaze traveled over to him and she spoke his name. Hearing her question, he gave her an honored smile and nodded, “Yeah of course.” He agreed and looked around for his notebook so he could get the details she would want for the blade. “Do you want just his name?” He asked as he wrote down her request and glanced back up at her with a gentle and curious gaze. “I can sketch out several designs for you?” He offered.

Nerdy. Nerdy.





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Fable




Mood: Comforted

Location: Barracks / Streets

Interactions: Griffon






The moment Griffon’s arms wrapped around her and held her close Fable felt like she could breathe again, at least a little bit. She held back from completely breaking down in his embrace because she didn’t want to worry him too badly but internally she wept as her arms held him tight. Years of memories were tied to these kinds of hugs, they were what kept her grounded when she felt she was going to be blown away in the storm of her parents and their punishments and demands. Griffon was her safe harbor and had been since the day he was brought into her home. When he was around things were better and the love and light that filled his soul made the hard times far more bearable and the good times even brighter. Growing up she always knew that she could go to him when she was upset and it was nice to see that through all the change in the past few weeks that this one beautiful thing had stayed the same. Whenever she was hurting whether from beatings or whippings or internal devastation Griffon was there for her just as she tried to always, always, be there for him.

Hearing his simple question Fable buried her head against his chest and mumbled out a soft, “Yes, I’m fine…everything is fine.” She knew it was less than convincing but her brother, because that was, he was to her, didn’t pry, he never did and for that she was grateful. They knew each other so well; he could read her like an open book and she liked to believe that she could do the same for him. Griffon had seen her at her most vulnerable and had shown her nothing but compassion and never made her feel pitiful. She knew he was aware more was going on, but this was something she couldn’t tell him about, no matter how much it weighed on her. She had killed someone, her best friend, and she didn’t want Griffon to see that side of her. He hadn’t been there when she almost killed their mother after the fiery redhead had been pushed too far, he hadn’t been there to see her at her darkest moments then or yesterday and she was fine with that because she didn’t need that weighing on his heart.

Holding him close for a moment longer Fable finally took a breath and released him from the embrace. It took her a moment, but she finally managed to lift her mismatched gaze and meet the concerned yet warm brown orbs looking back at her. “I’m fine, I promise.” She assured him again, her voice a bit stronger this time as she gave him a small smile and squeezed his hands. “I am so sorry I made you miss your friends though, that was completely thoughtless of me.” She apologized as she registered that the small group that had been gathered was now gone and she and Griffon were practically alone in the Dauntless dorms. A small frown pulled at her soft pink lips, and she looked back at Griffon with regret in her eyes. “I shouldn’t have interrupted.”

Griffon, being the saint that he is, had already forgiven her and by the look, he gave her she knew she was silly to think he was ever irritated in the first place. As she heard his offer for her to attend the party with him the small smile returned to her lips, and she nodded her head. “I would love to.” She replied and looped her arm in his when it was offered. As they walked down the streets of Dauntless she did her best to remain focused on Griffon and the festivities. It was hard because almost any loud noise reminded her of the gunshot and caused her to flinch a bit. She felt absolutely pathetic but being with Griffon did ease her soul.

While they walked Fable glanced up to look at her brother and saw a nostalgic smile forming on his face. A heartbeat later he was glancing over at her and talking about the old picnic they used to have back in Abnegation. They were one of the biggest secrets the youngsters had and she remembered how much fun they had been, especially for a group of kids who had never done anything truly wild before in their lives. “Yeah, I do.” She nodded with a small smile. “I also remember you having to practically carry me home the first time someone snuck tequila to one.” She chuckled lightly and gave his arm a squeeze of gratitude. “You saved my butt that night…it is amazing we didn’t get caught.” She added and looked up at him. As he continued to talk about how foreign the Dauntless culture was and how they had such different views of what is and isn’t allowed she shrugged lightly. “It feels right to me…ya know? Like this is the stuff that makes sense to my soul.” She tried to explain. “That sounds so cheesy though.”

Nerdy. Nerdy.





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