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these violent delights have violent ends.
A birthday party was something Raven hadn't celebrated in quite some time. Alcohol, raucous laughter, and tongues flowed to and from mouths like currency being exchanged. It seemed to be the most common type of trading in Dauntless, whereas information and honesty had been the preferred currency in Candor. Or, at least that was what they wanted you to think. Perhaps Dauntless should've been called Candor, because while no one trusted each other and secrets were kept close to one's chest, most Dauntless were clear in their intentions. Whether they wanted to test you, fight you, or hook up with you, a Dauntless was always straight up with their motivations.
As unnerving as Dauntless was, there was something about it that made Raven feel like she belonged here. Perhaps it was because she was a killer, or because she housed a hatred so deep inside her heart for a certain Candor that it threatened to rip her chest open and crawl out to strangle her. The darkness Raven had fought for so long was welcomed here, even so much as encouraged here. Candor would have shamed her for the beast crawling beneath her skin, but Dauntless was giving her the chance to tame that beast and make it her own.
That is, as long as she survived the initiation test. The guilt, anger, and sheer panic threatened to consume her through every step of this process. Every day Raven debated dropping out and running away, but her time spent on the street before the transfer was something she never wanted to repeat. Raven would make it in Dauntless, even if it killed her. There was no way she would let him win.
After ordering a drink, Raven began the difficult task of trying to find a place to sit. So lost in her anxiety over the next stage of initiation, the brunette didn't even notice Kirby until she'd walked directly into her, their foreheads colliding with a harsh thump that sent pain radiating through her skull. Raven winced as her nerves throbbed, looking up slowly as to not hurt her head anymore, only to see blood slowly spreading down Kirby's face. She was clearly in pain, surely the same discomfort was written across her own face, but at least Raven wasn't bleeding.
"Ah-hey Kirby." Raven grimaced, embarrassed by how distracted she'd been. Splitting open another initiate's head due to clumsiness was probably the stupidest thing you could do. Though she wasn't bleeding, Raven's brain felt like it was rattling around in her skull, a migraine piercing her whole head as she tried to focus on the girl in front of her.
"No, it's okay. it's totally my fault for being distracted." She waved the other initiate off, they both hadn't been paying attention so neither was more to blame than the other. While most other Dauntless would've been defensive, Raven was more than willing to admit when she was wrong. The Candor honesty was too deeply ingrained in her to let go of now.
"I'm fine. Probably better than you, actually." Raven frowned, tentatively stepping closer to inspect the cut on her brow. "You should get this looked at." Before Kirby could protest, Raven was looking around for their medic. Spotting Charlie in a corner booth, the brunette began frantically waving to grab her attention.
"Charlie!"