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

Ghost didn’t stop moving. He was a typhoon of self-possessed energy, sweeping Charlie up into his momentum and battering against the throngs of people until he had cleared a path for the two of them. The belligerent pack of twenty-somethings on his heels wasn’t the only reason for his hasty retreat; between dancing bodies and over shoulders, Ghost could have sworn he’d glimpsed Anika Vex’s coffee-colored gaze staring back at him with that glassy, uncanny aura of paintings where the eyes appeared to follow your every move. It was very possible that the weed was responsible for his paranoia, but Ghost wasn’t willing to take that chance, especially with Charlie standing beside him. Something about Anika was quietly, unsettlingly dangerous, like going to put your shoe on but finding a viper unexpectedly coiled inside of it. Until he’d had time to think of a strategy to best utilize her to his own purposes, Ghost wanted as little to do with Anika as possible. Had she truly made a romantic advance on him in a curtained-off corner of the club? The whole encounter felt swathed in a sheen of surreal mystique.
Sweat glittered on Charlie’s forehead like tiny chips of diamond as Ghost scampered the room’s perimeter and shoved past an emergency exit with her in tow. It led to a sparsely furnished service hallway, which in turn connected to a kitchen where the air was hazy with clouds of steam and smelled like well-cooked fish. Ghost barreled onward, heedless of trespassing. “Keep up the good work, everyone!” he chirped to the handful of white-clad chefs standing over stoves and cutting boards, and shot through a swinging door on the far wall. He and Charlie spilled into a narrow corridor lined on both sides with doors. Ghost tried the first door on the right, found it locked, and went to the next one. It swung open beneath his touch, revealing a room stocked almost to the ceiling with canned, non-perishable ingredients. There was barely space for him and Charlie to slip inside without knocking anything over. Ghost closed the door gingerly behind them, afraid that a too-strong gust of air would lead to a violent collapse on all sides. He turned and twisted the button lock on the door into an upright position.
Ghost’s heart was dancing a quadrille in his chest. He tried to bend over and brace his hands on his knees, only for his backside to connect with the wall just behind him. A groan that was due in equal parts to the liquor sloshing around in his stomach and dread at being crammed into such tight confines boiled up his throat. As a stitch in his side formed, Ghost threw an elbow up with his forehead buried in the crook and leaned against the wall, forced to stand. “If only I had my grappling hook right now,” he moaned into his arm, uncaring whether or not Charlie took him seriously. “We would’ve run up to the roof and been swinging above the tops of buildings. None of this hiding in a closet nonsense.” Heights were always preferable to small spaces. When he was surrounded by nothing but sky, at least he was still free.
From the kitchen there came a spine-cringing sound of a pot clattering to the floor, followed by a string of vehement curses. Ghost lifted his head. The voices increased dramatically in volume and venom as the kitchen door was pushed open. “Calm yourself, lady, we’re on our way,” snarled a vaguely familiar voice. Simultaneously someone else was saying, “—no way he could have possibly gone this way. How about we turn around before—?” The multiple pairs of footsteps receded as the door at the far end of the hallway opened and shut. Ghost and Charlie’s labored breathing was suddenly deafening in the silence.
Neither of them said anything for minutes. Finally, when it seemed unlikely that a trap was waiting for them on the other side of the door, Ghost turned the lock and stepped out of the cramped storage closet. His sides heaved in and out twice with newfound gratitude for the ability to draw a full breath. Charlie sidled up beside him and he hooked an arm around her neck, drawing her close. “Was that fun?” he asked, skimming his thumb along her jawline. Charlie didn’t ask after the reason for the altercation, so Ghost didn’t tell. Not wanting to risk the chefs’ ire a second time, he exited through the same door as his would-be assailants. His head quickly turned back to Charlie, taking his first real look at her since their meeting. Her eyeliner was running at the corners, her lipstick a ruby smear. Was that a product of their impromptu flight from the club, or had something happened earlier?
“See, I told you that you wear too much eye makeup,” Ghost teased, rubbing at an errant streak of makeup along the side of Charlie’s nose until it was gone. Charlie’s cheeks blazed with color and she stammered a bit, clearly unsure what to make of Ghost’s comment. “...But it looks good on you,” he finally finished, with a smile that met his eyes.
If Charlie had looked confused before, she looked downright bewildered now.
A ripple passed over her mouth, as if she were torn between a smile and a grimace. Clearing her throat, she confided in Ghost the occurrence of a recent panic attack. Now it was his turn to be unsure of how to respond. He blinked, both startled and worried by the nonchalance of her voice, his eyes cutting to Charlie as if to make sure that she weren’t currently on the verge of a breakdown. “Of course. Whenever you’re ready to talk about it,” he said, trying not to sound awkward. The conversation was nearing dangerous territory for Ghost. Whenever Charlie talked about something that was troubling her, Ghost’s first instinct was to brainstorm solutions to her problems, but sometimes his advice was more welcome than others. Ghost didn’t understand what he was supposed to do if not that, or Charlie’s purpose in bringing her problems up if she didn’t want to look for ways to combat them. But that wasn’t a feeling he had uniquely around her.
As if summoned by his desire for a distraction, just then Ghost’s phone vibrated in his pocket. A response from Blair. It sounded as if her party experience had been subpar. Sure you got everything under control? he wrote back. Blair affirmed that she would be fine and thanked him for his concern. Pas de problème. You tell Ghost if you need anything. He sent the text and returned his phone to his pocket, not wanting Charlie to feel that his attention was elsewhere. As soon as his hand was free, something brushed up against it. A jolt of electricity went through him. Apparently his senses were still dialed up from the weed. Ghost latched onto Charlie’s questing hand, lacing his fingers through hers. Her touch felt somehow more than it usually did; Ghost was sure that he could feel each line and divot of her palm. Charlie asked what he had done earlier that day and stated that he seemed in a good mood. Her observation was guileless, but Ghost couldn’t help reading into it. His lips quirked. “Do you mean to say that ‘obnoxious jackass' is my default mode?”
Charlie swiveled toward him, horrified that he would misconstrue her comment so drastically. Off-balance, she tried to backtrack, but Ghost had planted his feet, unable to laugh and walk at the same time. He laughed so hard that a floaty feeling like butterflies in his stomach overcame him, and he sank against the corridor wall. “You can say it, I won’t be offended,” he wheezed between spasms of giggles. “It’s only this funny when it’s true.” Tears had fractured Ghost’s world into a million shards when he finally peeled his eyelids apart. Charlie was approaching him warily, as if deeply disconcerted by the strength of Ghost’s amusement. When she was within arm’s length, he enveloped her waist with his hands and snapped her close against himself. He planted a kiss on the corner of Charlie’s mouth. She tentatively reciprocated and the kiss deepened, fireworks bursting behind Ghost’s eyes as he gently kneaded her impossibly soft lips with his teeth. One of her hands trailed up his flank with tantalizing slowness and tugged aside his shirt so that she was stroking the bare skin of his shoulder. A shiver that started at the tips of his ears passed all the way through the soles of his feet.
When he could no longer stand it, Ghost broke away from her and declared, “Charlotte Stark, I am crazy about you… hold on.” He eyed the bodice of her dress critically, which had become a ruffled mess in the midst of their amorous activities. Ghost straightened the cotton-candy silk as best he could, before resigning himself to the fact that that was just how the dress hung. “I like your makeup and hair, but did you choose this dress?” He wasn’t used to seeing Charlie with so much skin revealed, the dress looping over her shoulders by flimsy straps. A knot of fabric was bunched high up on one thigh, a slit cutting down the middle so that the skirt fanned behind her when she walked. He examined it with his hands behind his back and head cocked to one side, the sort of posture one adopts when viewing art in a museum. “This shade of blue does you no favors. White and red are your colors. And the front doesn’t really mold to your figure the way the rest of it does. You can tell by the creases in the fabric that it’s meant for a woman with bigger…” Ghost’s lips flattened into a line, determined not to smile as he hunted for a word that wouldn’t sound too indelicate but still convey his meaning. “...assets,” he said at last, his eyes scrunched shut with the effort of not bursting out laughing.
Charlie’s expression wilted. A thorn of guilt immediately pierced Ghost’s heart. “No no, I didn’t mean it like that, I promise. I’m just trying to give you pointers for the future. Constructive criticism, and all that. I’m sorry if I offended you in the process. Remember: I’m the obnoxious jackass for a reason,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood. It was of dire importance that Charlie understand the point he was trying to make, and Ghost’s eyes filled his face with the strength of his conviction. “You know what would be fun for us both? I want to go clothes shopping with you sometime. You should let me dress you, because I have an eye for fashion. You know that about me, right? No one looks better in a suit than yours truly,” he babbled, catching Charlie’s hand and holding it between both of his.
“Do you think if I started my own fashion line, it would be successful?” A scowl overtook Charlie’s face at this sudden change of topic. Ghost’s mind felt like an overstuffed toy, the depth of his idea bursting the seams. “Well, what’d you think, I’d let the money just sit there and collect dust? Aw, hell nah! I gotta expand the fortune, build something with it. Something important. An eventual empire. And you could be the queen of it, if you so desire?” The words themselves were a statement, but Ghost asked it like a question. His soul felt like it was glistening. There was a brief pause as he awaited Charlie’s answer, but a sudden, irrational fear filled him, and Ghost was unsure he wanted to know it. So he barreled on before she could respond. “If ever you get tired of working in the infirmary—as you should; the hours are long and the pay is shit—you can always come work for me. But I don’t really want you to work for me. I want you to be successful in your own right, have your own hustle that you can be proud of. And then we would be the ultimate power couple!”
Ghost’s voice shook with ferocity, as if he were daring the world to challenge him. He was on a roll right now, a force of nature, and could not, would not be stopped. “Because there’s nothing sexier than a self-made businesswoman, and I have so many ideas how you could get there, do you wanna hear? Like, if you learned economics, you’d have so much potential as a policy adviser, because unlike most of them, you actually care about the well-being of others and what’s right, and not just lining the insides of your own pock—”
A finger materialized itself over Ghost’s lips, drawing his lecture to an abrupt halt. He instinctively recoiled, breaking their linked hands, unaware of how breathless he was until that moment. He’d been looking at Charlie this whole time, but now he actually saw her, and the smoldering rage that lit her eyes. In her radiant gown, every inch of her was as sharp and bright as the glare on new steel, her slender shoulders squared into acute angles. Ghost had never seen her contain such pent-up frustration, let alone directed at him. When she spoke, the words shattered against his ears. Charlie told him how he was behaving just like all the other men in her life. How he was presuming to know better than her. How his attempted altruism was really just misguided arrogance in disguise, and she could take care of herself.
“Oh, yeah… of course you can,” Ghost said woodenly. He felt dejected and thoroughly chastised. His mouth felt dry. There was nothing to say in his defense. The truth of Charlie’s words pulsed inside him like a second heart, shame settling heavily on his shoulders. “I’m sorry. I just wanted to— I just— just— I’m sorry,” he stammered inadequately, not knowing what he’d wanted at all. For some irrational reason, Ghost felt deeply wounded, like a rift had been sliced through the middle of his chest, jagged bits of flesh poking from it. Sometimes he really had no idea why he got high, because he was never this weak sober. Then Ghost felt angry and hateful for feeling sorry for himself. Suck it up, you pussy bitch. Suck. It. Up.
Not wanting to show Charlie how badly he was hurting, Ghost made a motion as if to smooth back his hair but kept his hand level with his face afterward, so that half of it was no longer visible. Then he swung away from her altogether. “Come on, then. It’s almost time for us to be at your mother’s house. I hope for your sake that you can move fast in that dress. Or that she lives nearby the compound. Like, very nearby.” He led the way through the labyrinthine tunnels of the Dauntless compound, moving briskly. Then he arrived at the top of a wide set of stairs and forced himself to wait for Charlie, having easily outpaced her. He paced in narrow, anxious circles at the edge of the first step, unable to stop moving.
When she caught up with him, Ghost kept up a steady stream of chatter to distract from the pain and awkwardness of their prior exchange. “Can I tell you a secret to make up for it? But this is very personal, so you gotta promise not to tell anyone.” He looked at Charlie sternly. Once she gave her word, Ghost lowered his voice to barely above a whisper and leaned toward her. “I may say that I’m five-eight, but I’m not. Not really. I’m actually five-seven-and-a-half. But I like to round up. And the boots that I usually wear have a low heel, so it’s believable.” The corners of his mouth curved upward and he glowed, proud of having kept the secret so long and so well. Ghost was so busy gauging Charlie’s reaction to this earth-shattering revelation that he missed a step, yelped, and clung to the nearest solid thing he could find, which happened to be her arm. Had Charlie not seen the impending disaster and been so quick to clutch the railing with her other hand, they likely would have both gone tumbling. “Heh heh, sorry.” But Ghost’s apology was more playful this time. He scurried down the rest of the stairs and skipped the last two, landing with a smooth bend in his knees. At the bottom, he held the door open for Charlie, canary-yellow sunlight slanting in a wide rectangle across the stony floor.
Ghost didn’t realize how much he’d been shivering in the heavily air-conditioned building until he stepped out into the sweltering July brightness. He typically wore a knee-length coat when most initiates were content to walk around in tank tops and shorts, and his bed was swathed in thick blankets regardless of the time of year. Because Ghost was often cold in what was commonly regarded as room temperature. He hadn’t been that way before the lull, but he’d learned to adapt since. And then it had just become a fact of life. An airy, partially unbuttoned shirt with three-quarters sleeves was the most summery he had dressed in days.
“Okay, your turn now,” he told Charlie once they had made it outside. The final parade had recently ended and the crowds were dispersing; the journey would be slow-going. Ghost sidestepped a little boy in a red T-shirt charging at him with a full-sized lollipop in hand. Charlie’s brow was furrowed, perplexed, when he rejoined her. She asked what it was her turn for. “To share a secret, of course! What, you didn’t think mine was for free, did you?” Ghost’s mouth sharpened into a cutting smile. “I played truth or dare with the new instructor today, Bloom, over a few drinks. You and her are friends, right? What the hell, Charlotte! You didn’t tell me how bloody terrifying she is!” Charlie seemed genuinely surprised to hear Ghost call her best friend terrifying. “Yes, she’s terrifying! Bloom gives off these innocent, super sheltered, girl-next-door vibes, but that woman is a monster beneath the surface. She told me our game would be real fun, right? And by the end of it I’m unable to sit upright on my stool and she’s just watching me struggle with this sadistic-ass smile on her face. That witch hustled the shit out of me, Charlotte. If I get ideas to play another game with her ever again—I don’t care what—it’s your job to smack some sense into me. Your friend is evil, that’s what she is.”
Charlie seemed equal parts amused at Ghost’s misfortune and dismayed at how wasted he must have gotten earlier that afternoon—and still was, minutes before she introduced him to her mother for the first time. “No, I’m perfectly functional now. Alcohol drags me down a little, yeah, but weed gives me superpowers. They cancel out,” Ghost asserted as they reached a crossroads, and he started to walk the wrong way before realizing that Charlie wasn’t following him. “Oh.” He spun around and was just about to backtrack, when an outdoor florist shop caught his eye. "Hey! Let's stop and get some flowers for your mother," he called across the street to Charlie. Ghost skipped up to the shop, where blooms of color emerged from pots and decorated metal shelves. Pinwheels and flags bearing the Dauntless flame stuck out from between their leaves.
"I want to create a bouquet," Ghost told the girl with red braids manning the shop. Charlie appeared at his elbow as he was deliberating between a variety of long-stemmed flowers. "No, don't tell me what Sasha likes." Ghost cut Charlie off before she could bias his judgment. "If I pick out exactly what she likes, then it'll look like you bought the flowers and I just gave them to her. Whereas if I pick them out, it'll be a more authentic gift." He carefully selected an assortment of pink lilies, red tulips, and orange marigolds, all shades that flattered one another. Then, knowing how Charlie adored roses, he placed a single white rose at the center of the bouquet, creating a focal point amid all the warm colors. “Anyway. Back to our conversation," he said to Charlie as he paid the young shopkeeper for the flowers. "You owe me a truth, and I've already got a question for you.” Ghost grinned like a thief about to get away with a terrible crime. “How do I compare to Caspian, boyfriend-wise? In all the ways that matter.”
 
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Bloom




Mood: Compassionate

Location: Testing Center

Interactions: Griffon






The trip to the testing center didn’t take long and Bloom did her best to make Griffon feel comfortable the entire way there. He kept on offering to meet her there later if she wanted to party more as well as insist that he owed her for this but she insisted that he didn’t. Griffon was a genuinely sweet kid and seemed very determined to piece together all that he felt he was missing so if she could help him in any way to do that, she would give it her all without question. The brunette instructor genuinely wanted to help this kindhearted young man to find all that he was missing because deep in her heart she truly believed memories were one of the most precious things a person could have. She clung to hers, good and bad, because all of them made her who she is today and without them, Bloom had no idea who or where she would be. As much as some of the memories hurt her she needed them just as much as she needed the ones that made her smile because without them she might begin to forget what is important to her and what she should be grateful for. Griffon’s determination to better understand what he had forgotten was inspiring to her and she wasn’t afraid to admit it as the duo crossed the street and entered the testing center.

“Are you ready for this?” She inquired as her fingers turned the key in the lock and she opened the door. “I won’t be able to control how things go in there for you and unfortunately it will still operate as a fear simulation of sorts.” She informed him as she patted the chair for him to jump up into and swiveled the screen over to her. Hearing his words of reassurance made her smile a sympathetic and understanding smile at him as she nodded her head and lifted the needle to his skin. “I’ll be right here through all of it.” She promised and gave his hand a gentle squeeze before injecting the serum into his veins and watching his eyes roll back into his head. Gently she placed his hand back onto the armrest of the chair and gave it a gentle brush with her fingers before sitting and looking at her screen.

The scene that unfolded before her was one that made her heart stop and break all at once. If this truly was a memory from Griffon’s past, then she instantly wished she could be there with him to hold his hand as he was holding the hand of a young familiar-looking girl. It took a moment through all the chaos, but Bloom finally felt certain that the young girl beside Griffon was indeed his fellow initiate Cas and the two looked to be very close in this scene. As the simulation unfolded Bloom watched the children scamper over bombed-out rubble, charred corpses, piles of metal, and blood that seemed to originate from the exploded train carts. All around them people were rummaging through the wreckage and Bloom was almost certain this was happening in factionless territory based on the looks of the people alone. It broke her heart to see Griffon and Cas in such a state, but it also reminded her of her own past, or a time when she and her siblings hadn’t been much better off even though they belonged to a faction. Cas’s scrawny features, dark hair, and wide eyes caused Bloom to feel like a hand had gripped her heart and squeezed because for a moment the little girl looked so much like Scarlet, her little sister. Bloom blinked back tears and dug her nails into her palms to bring her back to reality. Cas wasn’t Scarlet and this simulation was about Griffon, not herself. Still, it was hard to shake away the ghost of her sister who had died a mangled mess and taken part of Bloom’s heart with her.

As the simulation continued to unfold more and more began to piece together in Bloom’s mind about Griffon, his past, and his relationship to Cas. A gasp escaped her lips and she quickly covered her mouth when she witnessed young Griffon having a bullet race through his chest and a man trying to take Cas. All, of course, was confirmed when she heard the small yet determined voice of Griffon shout for the man to give him back his sister before firing his own gun and blowing the man's throat wide open. Again she fought back the memories of her own first kill which had also ended with a fatal throat wound to the boy who once told her he loved her. Cas dropped to the ground and raced back to Griffon who held her close and for a moment Bloom was uncertain if there would be more to the scene or not. Her answer came in the form of Griffon shooting up awake and alarmed in the seat beside her. Quickly his hands reached to his shirt and pulled it open to reveal a large scar where the gun wound had been in the simulation. “Griffon.” She stated his name in a firm but kind tone in order to help ground him in reality. “Griffon it’s okay, you are out, the simulation is over.” She informed him as a small seed of fear entered her mind that he might accidentally hurt himself in his shock. “Hey, hey, it’s okay.” She soothed and gently placed her hands on his. Once he had begun to calm down Bloom bit her lip and contemplated her next words carefully. “Griff…” She began and paused. “Was that…how real did that feel to you?” She inquired softly. “How much of that felt like the truth?”

Nerdy. Nerdy.





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

Cassidy appreciated Lainey's excitement, and Shay's approval in the henna that she had received upon her delicate skin. She had always desired to have tattoos, and had even started to get one (having heard once that they didn't hurt) only to shriek in pain and have to stop at the first prick of the needle. You couldn't even see the mark it had made on her, as they had literally only pricked her once, maybe a couple of times, before she had yanked away. it now was only a tiny spot or two on her hip that was barely noticeable to the naked eye. Henna, though, and the body paint that Cassidy used on herself, were beautiful alternatives to this expression of art and self. She had been thinking of dying her hair - although she had decided that it would be incredibly inelegant and unlike her - so now she was happy she had some other form of self-expression to go with. Shay's words made a warm spot in her heart, as Cas knew that Shay truly knew what she was talking about and had experience in this type of stuff. Maybe there was a form of tattooing that Cas could one day manage to handle, or maybe she could ask the medic Charlie for something to numb her skin entirely, but she was worried that in the end it would be too much pain, and she would have to stop before finishing the tattoo, and the idea of an unfinished tattoo on her skin made her cringe. Therefore, she made the decision that tattoos were simply not for her body, though maybe she would be able to convince Griffon of the idea, she doubted he would like it himself though. Finally taking her attention off of herself and looking at Lainey, she looked over the design that the beautiful Erudite girl had chosen, her eyes widened and her eyebrow arched as she looked at Lainey. She was impressed with the design itself, it was gorgeous, but Lainey was putting a lot of faith into the hands of someone she didn't know, and Cas worried that it wouldn't turn out the way she wanted. But Lainey was in an interesting mood today, very spontaneous, and she simply grinned and began the process. Cassidy watched quietly, licking her lips slightly as she cringed at the sound of the gun, glad it wasn't closer to her ears as it was to Lainey's. The sound was unpleasant and triggered the slightest urgings of a headache, Cas was immediately grateful for the strong pain medication that Shay had lent her this morning. Her attention was again moved to Shay as she let Cas know where a good place to stand was, in order to watch Lainey get her tattoo, after moving, Cas could definitely agree with Shay's point of view, as she could now watch freely without having to lean and move constantly in order to watch what was happening without being in the way.

Seeing as this was taking a while, Cassidy's eyes began to wonder, and they landed on the shape of Sebastien, Lainey's brother. Cas smiled as she gently took Shay's hand and led her over to Sebastien. "Sebby! You must meet Shay, she's Lainey's roommate. Shay, this is Sebastien, Lainey's brother." Cassidy dropped Shay's hand as she let the two greet each other for what seemed to be the first time. She smiled as she noticed Sebastien relaxing as his attention was no longer on the invasive tattoo that Lainey was getting. She heard from Lainey a slight complain that nobody was watching her anymore, and Cas just giggled in response. "Oh shush darling, you can have all the attention as soon as you're done, for now I have some catching up to do with Sebastien, plus, it's not like you can come stop me!" Cassidy laughed light-heartedly, hearing Lainey grumble in response and a soft voice of the tattooist asking her to stop moving. Cas and Lainey caught eyes for a second, and although there was some heat in Lainey's eyes, Cas winked playfully and could see the laughter in them as well. She turned back to Sebastien, hoping to catch some news about Erudite and things that were happening. "How is my.. mother? Is she doing well? I hope she hasn't been too lonely since Henrietta and I both moved factions. Has she made any mention of us at all?" Cassie was talking about Genevieve, her biological aunt, but whom she called her mother in Erudite, when they built up the lie that she was and had been part of her family. She listened as Sebastien spoke, and she felt an intense amount of tension leave her chest and shoulders as he spoke about how Genevieve spoke fondly about both Henrietta and Cassidy. Cassidy had kept in brief contact with Henrietta and Genevieve, but with how busy initiation was she hadn't been able to do so as often as she wanted, and it wasn't like she could go visit, plus, she feared the trip to Erudite, and how her parents could find her if she left the compound alone. Sebastien mentioned about how Genevieve was busying herself in her work, how she was a dutiful scientist and a teacher, even a mentor/trainer for the new initiates. Cas beamed as she heard that. "I'm almost sad I missed all of that! I wish I could have picked both Dauntless and Erudite, but my heart is here, even if a portion of it stays in Erudite." Cassidy stayed as vague as possible, not wanting to let any more information slip from her mouth than was necessary. She referred to Griffon as her heart, and he was in Dauntless with her, otherwise, she would be happily in Erudite. But Griffon was more important than Erudite. Faction over blood was a fools motto, and Cassidy would never take such a thing to heart. When you have lived outside of the faction, that motto only brings about judgement and death, no love and loyalty, so it had never rung true for her. Griffon was her family, and she would stick with him unto the bitter end.

Finally it seemed Lainey's tattoo was finished, and Cassidy, Shay and Sebastien all moved to look as Lainey wiggled and turned, trying to get a good view of her back in the mirror. When she finally pleaded that someone speak, Cas rolled her eyes and stepped forward, reaching for her phone. "Here we go, I'll take a picture for you. Plus, it looks gorgeous, the white ink was definitely a good choice." She almost cooed as she took a few photos from different angles of the beautiful design that was on Lainey's back. The flowers were particularly gorgeous as they showed Lainey's beauty, desire and softness, and then the thorns were so perfectly representative of the way Lainey wasn't to be handled brashly, you must have style and care, otherwise you would be pricked severely. She handed her phone to Lainey, and watched as she swiped through the photos, and finally seemed to relax as she was able to see them in it's entirety. "You look beautiful darling, as always. Now stop stressing and put your clothes back on, Sebastien is almost as red as your lipstick." Cassidy glanced at Sebastien, who was trying to keep his eyes elsewhere. "Almost makes me wish I'd gone and undressed like that." She said, watching as Sebastien swung his head around in alarm, only to illicit laugher out of Cassidy, and relief - yet also embarrassment - out of Sebastien. Lainey managed to dress back on, though admittedly she looked mightily uncomfortable with how the tattoo felt against the dress. Cassidy frowned as she thought about how they could fix that, and finally she thought of something interesting. Although alcohol was a great numbing agent, she personally didn't feel like getting drunk. But getting high? That was much more enticing. The drugs usually felt much nicer than the alcohol and she had a much higher tolerance for them. "What do you two... three... say about going and finding something fun to do... with maybe a few... buzzes along the way?" Her eyes sparkled as she looked at Lainey and Shay, hoping that they would agree that it would be fun. "Come on, it would help with your pain Lainey, and we'd all get to have some real fun. We could go bowling, or play pool, or just sit around and... y'know." She looked around the group, waiting to see what they would all say.

Interacting with: Shay Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1 Lainey/Sebastien WanderLust. WanderLust.
 
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Maverick Maddox // Male// 18// Dauntless Born // Instructor
Interacting With: Randi Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1

Maverick watched on with a deadly calm as Randi began to panic. The blonde whirled around, gathering as many of the waterlogged files as she could. The two of them hadn't even read a majority of them, and while Maverick was curious to see what other information these supposed divergent hunters had gathered, he knew Randi was right. The quicker they could get rid of these the better, for now anyways. He watched as Randi struggled to crack open one of her lighters, not the slightest bit surprised that she had had multiple in her purse. A step forward, and a deep breath, Maverick's chest was pressed up against Randi, and with his left hand, he slowly reached out to push a lock of blonde hair out of her face. "Randi... we're going to figure this out... together." He practically whispered, their faces so close together that their breath mingled. "Here." he reached out for the lighter that she still hadn't managed to crack, taking the thing in his dominant hand and closing his fist until he heard a satisfying crunch of plastic. He dropped the remnants of the broken lighter onto the pile of papers that Randi had gathered, and simply took a step back so that she could use her other lighter to burn the evidence into oblivious.


Fire blossomed before them, as if Randi hadn't been able to get rid of those criminalizing pages fast enough. Smoke and ash took flight into the air, and even as they watched their problems burn away, Randi's breathing did not slow. He couldn't blame her, she had just learned something about herself that would likely change her whole life. Whether or not she believed it yet, it was too much for anyone to grasp in such a short amount of time. Wordlessly, Maverick reached over, taking Randi's smaller hand in his own. Emeralds on flint, their eyes met for a moment, and as Randi seemed to fall apart before him, all he could think was that he would do whatever it took to piece her back together again. "Randi... I-" But Maverick's voice was interrupted as the sky shattered into a million refracting pieces. The following boom that ensued was loud enough to make both of them turn their heads towards the sound. Maverick's heart dropped into his stomach for a moment as he feared the worst, someone had found them out here, and that noise.... how could that noise be anything but a gunshot? He had to protect Randi, had to get her out of here, take her somewhere safe.

Just as his grip tightened on her hand, ready to sprint out of sight, towards one of the many abandoned buildings in this part of the dauntless complex, colors blossomed in the sky. The starry night erupted into shining golds and deep reds. Another boom, and the river reflected a shade of green so similar to Randi's eyes that for a moment, Maverick was sure he must be hallucinating. Randi, however, was two steps ahead of him, as usual. Her eyes had fixated on the sky with the gaze of a dreamer, as if she were seeing all those colors for the first time. "Fireworks." He breathed as the realization came to him. Someone must have set them off back at the party, but even all the way out here, they lit up the night sky. Calm seemed to wash over Randi at the familiarity of the pyrotechnics. But as the blonde watched the parade of colors dancing across the night sky, Maverick could not take his eyes off of her. He could see the colors of the fireworks reflecting in her eyes, watched the wind gently caress her blonde locks as it pushed them out of her face. Finally, his eyes fell to her lips, those soft, pink lips that he had been thinking about in his dreams.


"Randi..." He swallowed thickly, nerves rising up in his chest as she turned to look at him. But once her eyes were set on him, he felt a peace spread through him, as though he were exactly where he was supposed to be right now. "I've been wanting to do this for a long time." He admitted, then smirked ever so slightly as he reached for her, a gentle hand caressing the side of her face as he pulled her into him. Their lips met softly, but Maverick pulled her in deeper, savoring the taste of her lips, the feel of her body against his. The kiss deepened, and soon, Maverick's hand was running through her hair, tracing lazy circles on her lower back. How long had he wanted to kiss this girl? Too long for him to recall. Fireworks continued to explode around them, but the pair seemed oblivious to the noise and spectacle. Nothing could've pulled Maverick away from that moment, away from Randi.​
 
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Christian "Chris" Parks || 16 || Initiate || Dauntlessborn


Christian waited nervously and expectantly outside of the bathroom, hoping that Fable would be able to help Charlie and get through to her, find out what was wrong and then bring her out safe and sound. Christian knew Charlie well, their families had been in Dauntless together and all knew each other from childhood. Aubrey was the same age as him, and Phillip was similar in age to Charlie. As little children, the Starks would come to their house for play dates and the parents would talk, that was... until Henry and Rachel, Christian's mother, passed away due to a bad sickness that had run through Dauntless at some point. Christian and Aubrey had been only 6 at the time, Charlie would have been 10, Phillip 9. Their deaths had been a travesty for Dauntless, and their funerals had been quiet but full, as many had loved the two of them. Christian remembered getting into a fight with Phillip, or Asher, and both boys ending up hurt and bruised, he remembered how his father had just held the two of them in his arms and they had all cried together until they had fallen asleep. That had been before his family had found the drugs which he used for the majority of his life to control his angry outbursts. Needless to say, Christian knew Charlie well and felt protective over the Stark family, he was uniquely connected to Aubrey more than Charlie, but Charlie had always done well with him and had treated him equally even through his outbursts, his medication and sicknesses. She was lovely, kind and didn't fit into Dauntless, but Christian was glad she was here, Dauntless would never have been the same without her. Thus, he was struggling to stay outside of the bathroom, and had started pacing around while waiting for Fable and Charlie to come out, or at least one of them. It was taking longer than he thought, or maybe his sense of time was all off, because he had expected them to come out immediately... Christian grinded his teeth together as he furrowed his brows, walking in circles before stopping to take a deep breath, eyes shut and body tense but trying to relax. That's when something hit him right in the chest.

Given how tight he had been, and how reactive his mind was, Blair was lucky she still had her teeth, as Christian's gut reaction was to hit whatever was in front of him. But the minute he saw that blonde hair, the shape of her face and the way that she gazed at him, his hand refused to move from his side and he simply stared at his girlfriend. "Blair.." He murmured softly, pulling her into him and enveloping her in a tight warm hug, picking her up off of the ground and burying his face in her beautiful blonde locks. He breathed in deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent of his girlfriend and the products she had used that day on her hair and body. He shivered as he recalled their moments only an hour or so before when they had been so close in one of the cloistered off couches. The way her lips tasted and felt on his own, the way she moved upon his body, the way she caressed him and gazed at him with big, expecting, eyes. Christian hardly heard her as he leaned down, cupping her face and taking a deep, long, passionate kiss right there and then, unaware of who might be around, not caring, Blair was his. Christian finally relented, releasing Blair and letting her down gently, but never letting her go entirely. His hands and arms stayed glued to her in one form or another, whether it was caressing her face, petting her hair, or holding her in some shape or form. He needed to have that feeling of her beside him. "I'm so glad I found you again, well, I suppose you found me. I'm just glad you're here. I was upset about what Ghost said, and then I was upset at your brother." Christian had half expected Beckham to come out of the bathroom as well. "But now you're here, so everything is perfect." Christian mumbled again, bringing his lips down to put gentle kisses upon her brow, and cheek, and jaw, and then mouth. It was during this second kiss that he began to recall what Blair had been saying before, and he pulled back slowly, frowning slightly. "You're my girlfriend Blair, you would never be interrupting me. I wish you were with me all the time." He stated honestly as he stroked her cheek with his calloused thumb. "I had noticed Fable seemed lonely, sad, and had offered that she could hang out with you and me. Then I saw her while I was looking for you and I couldn't let down my promise to her so I offered to have a dance with her. I wish you had come over and joined us, then we could have gone to do something else." Christian sighed softly.

"I do wish you wouldn't stay away from me. I know... I don't have all the time I used to, and I want to enjoy every moment of it with you. I won't force you to be with me, but that's what I desire." Christian said, pulling Blair in for yet another hug, keeping her there until he felt secure that she wouldn't leave, finally letting go of her, this time completely. As if like a magnet, Blair seemed to wiggle her way back into Christian's arms in a second's notice. Christian smiled warmly, and squeezed her gently, kissing the top of her head fondly and stroking his thumb over her arm. "I love you." He said. He remembered though, as he said this, about Charlie and Fable still being in the bathroom, and he turned his attention to the bathroom, managing to catch as the two girls exited the room. Christian approached them, still holding Blair to his side as he did so. "Charlie, are you okay?" The blonde Park's boy queried as he looked over the smaller female. He noted that although she looked disheveled and a bit undone, she was not covered in any recent injury or looking ill. When Charlie attested that she was fine, thanking him for waiting, he looked to Fable to confer that Charlie was good enough to leave. Although he had no plans on stopping Charlie, he would have followed her, or contacted Phillip to convince her to go somewhere safe and get help. But instead, he seemed to get the idea from Fable that Charlie was genuinely fine. He nodded. "Be safe then Charlie." He said in his own way of saying goodbye, and the three initiates watched as Charlie walked off. Christian watched maybe longer than necessary, out of some duty to protect those weaker than himself, but soon enough Charlie slipped into the crowd and disappeared. He turned to the other two beside him. "Fable, Blair, did you two want to do anything for the remaining evening? That is... if that's okay with the both of you?" Christian swiveled his head as he looked at both girls, then settled his gaze on Blair for a while longer, and then Fable. Waiting for their response.

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

Griffon's heart was racing so fast that he could hardly hear Bloom, as the beating was so loud and incessant that it rang inside of his ears overwhelmingly. But he could hear the soothing nature of her voice, and the gentle touch of her hand on his skin, causing goosebumps that he neither felt, nor could tell why. However he instinctively linked his fingers with her, feeling some comfort in that. She spoke, but Griffon still sat there trying to process the simulation. He sort of wished that Cas had never figured out that the simulations were digging into memories that he couldn't access, as he wish he could believe that was just a simple simulation meant to help him become brave, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was real, that some of it was real, that maybe all of it was real.... He had hated guns, in fact he was terrified of them, so much so that he had gotten the worst scores in shooting during the first phase of initiation, until Cas had helped him remembered that they were only shooting targets, and nobody would ever get hurt. Even then, he couldn't participate in any fights involving real or fake guns, and when the incident with Bastian had occurred with multiple people being shot, he had freaked out and hid with Cas in some barn that had been close by. Guns were evil, he thought, and he wished that people never had to use them. But was it true that he had been shot by one? And that he had killed a man? To save Cassandra... Cassidy... Cassie... He shook his head, as he finally tuned in to reality, staring into the caring and concerned eyes of Bloom beside him, who was still holding his hand whilst staying silent to let him get used to reality again. Griffon blinked a couple of times before answering, his voice starting off shakey and uncertain, eventually regaining its resonant tone. "I... don't know. It felt real... it still feels real... but that's the point of the simulation right? You can't tell they're fake..." Unless you're divergent like Cassidy. He remembered when Cassidy had told him about her Divergency, trusting him to keep it a secret. He had, and he always would, he didn't see the need to tell anyone, it would never be more important to break Cassidy's trust. "But... This scar... It fits in perfectly with that scene." He followed the outline of the scar on his chest, before realizing he was shirtless in front of his trainer. Flushing a pink shade on his cheeks he let go of Bloom's hand to button up his shirt and put his vest back on over top, having flung it off in the process. "I don't think I would have carried a gun that young though... Plus it seemed a bit over dramatic? But I really don't know... I'd have to ask... Cassidy." He said softly, not wanting to give away any more than that. He brought out his journal, beginning to jot down what had happened, he looked up at Bloom. "Can we do it again?" He asked, eyes already getting back to going bright, and his body seeming to relax from the tense and emotive simulation.

Bloom stayed silent, so Griffon finished up his memory in the journal, under a specific section labeled "Simulations". Once finished, and once it was safely in his pocket, Griffon looked back at Bloom, hoping for some sort of answer. She was watching him with concerned eyes, and Griffon sensed that she might be apprehensive of sending him back into a simulation so quickly.
"It's okay, I'm mostly recovered from that last one I think. Plus, I'll probably forget it soon anyway." He joked lightheartedly, placing his hands on his knees as he laughed, then continued to smile at Bloom as he waited for her reply. When she answered, he listened seriously to her request and nodded along to it. She told him that even if he felt like he was okay, he had just re-witnessed what might have been a terribly traumatic memory, and it probably would be good to have a little bit of time in between the sessions. "You're right." He said, as parts of the simulations flashed through his mind, causing him to grimace and cringe at the "memory". He shuffled off of the chair, placing his feet on the ground and tried to think of what he could do. "Would you accept having dinner with me, then you can monitor me and see if I feel better to go again? I would like to use this time wisely." Griffon smiled widely at his idea, and watched as Bloom's eyes widened in surprise, before her familiar voice laughed joyfully and nodded along to him, saying that was a wonderful idea. "Amazing! Let's go find somewhere to eat then. I am afraid you might have to pick where we go though, as I don't know where anything is and we would get lost." He might have been embarrassed by that admittance if it weren't such a daily occurrence to him. He forgot everything in his life or so it seemed, and so he wasn't embarrassed, but he did wish it weren't true. As Bloom tidied a few things up, not wanting the room to appear messy should someone else need to use it while they were out, Griffon fiddled with his earpieces, which had seemed to come loose in his ears and weren't sitting very well in them. Thus, he didn't realize that the humming sound he'd been hearing for half a minute had been Bloom, until he looked up and saw her mouth moving and her looking at him. He flushed again, this time embarrassed at his rudeness, as he slipped the ear pieces back in and turned them on. "I'm sorry Bloom! I didn't realize you were talking." He immediately felt guilt well up inside of him as he watched her, but soon felt more comfortable as she smiled, telling him it was fine and that she had mostly just been saying she was ready to leave. Griffon nodded, offering his arm to her, and then walking out of the training room.

It didn't take them long to find a small place out of the way that seemed to serve nice enough food. Griffon tried multiple times to pay for Bloom's food, but she refused politely so well that eventually he succumbed and hoped he would remember to one day by her flowers or something. They had found a small restaurant that seemed to serve some kind of Mexican food, though it was undoubtedly nothing like what would have been served in Mexico. Yet it seemed fun, the music was loud and yet not too distracting, the heat was tolerable, the decor was pretty and colourful, unlike Abnegation or Dauntless, but Griffon assumed it was similar to Amity as it had a lot of yellows and reds. They didn't order too much food, just a simple dinner and drink. Griffon finally managed to convince Bloom that he could pay for something, and he ordered them both a glass of white wine to go with their mexican food. "I've never had this type of food before... Abnegation mostly serves salad and plain meat." He picked up a taco with some suspicious nature, yet being terribly curious all at the same time. "Though many people are encouraged to be vegetarians in Abnegation, they like to keep their animals for their other uses, like eggs, wool and milk." He watched as Bloom picked up her taco, taking a bite out of it, Griffon tried to imitate her... But his taco fell apart as he did so, barely managing to stay on top of his plate. His eyes widened as the intense amount of flavours hit his mouth in ways he couldn't imagine. He quickly chomped down the rest of the food (politely, of course) and happily sipped at his wine as Bloom finished up her own food. He watched her softly as she did so, marveling at how she managed to eat it so well, without spilling half as much as he did. "Do you like Dauntless very much? you were originally from Amity weren't you?" Griffon watched as Bloom answered his question. He himself still wavered on the fence of whether he liked it in Dauntless or not. He liked the people he'd met, he liked that he was there with Cas, and Fable. But the place itself was not to his liking, not as much as Abnegation had been. He knew that in a perfect world he would be there, but he had chosen blood over faction, something that wasn't meant to be, and yet he felt no guilt over that. He was selflessly placing everything of his own desires aside for Cassidy. She was what mattered, she had always mattered. And when he had lost her, however that had happened, he felt a semblance of guilt for leaving her all alone. Though, in the end, he knew she had lived a good life in Erudite and had been quite happy with their aunt and cousin, whom she now pretended to be their daughter. He looked at Bloom, as she stood up and said that they could start heading back, he followed along with her happily and ready for another simulation. "Did you want to ask me anything else? I am enjoying our conversation." He said, opneing up the opportunity for Bloom to ask him questions. He enjoyed her company.

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Randi




Mood: Delighted

Location: River

Interactions: Mav






The fire springing to life before her eyes as the files burned provided some sense of relief for the young blonde as she watched the flames dance. Still, she knew she had to be incredibly careful and couldn’t be totally relieved or relaxed until she knew more about why she was in those files and who had been following her. Being Divergent was a death sentence but it could also lead to worse things. Brandish Rose did not fear death, she welcomed it, but what she did fear was being trapped and tested, used as a lab rat for anyone who might want to know more about the divergent mind. Death would be far preferable in her opinion after all the horror stories she had heard about what is done to divergents though she wasn’t sure if they were true or not. She knew she didn’t need to worry about Mav telling others about what they had found here on this night and she truthfully felt lucky that he was the one with her to make this discovery rather than someone who might have not been as understanding or accepting. Her mind raced with worries and fears, some about what might happen to her if others were to find out, but most of her thoughts were focused on her worries for others such as Blair who had also been in the folders, and what would happen to the people they were close to.

Suddenly a shattering boom broke through the air and Mav’s hand tightened on hers as the older male jumped a bit in surprise. By the way his body reacted she could guess he must have taken the sound as a threat but Randi knew exactly what it was the moment the bang hit her eardrums. It was a noise she had heard and caused countless times before and instantly her jade gaze flew to the sky and she waited for a moment, holding her breath as her hand remained united with Mav’s. Suddenly colors lit up the sky and with their shimmering beauty, Randi managed to find it within herself to recognize that she couldn’t control what had already happened and what had yet to come but she could take in this moment and live it freely while she still could. She let out a soft breath through her nose and her eyes remained glued to the sky just as her hand remained glued to Mav’s. Colors danced through the air above Dauntless and Randi watched them with the same adoration she had ever since she was a child. The red, blue, green, and gold sparkling showers lit up her eyes and reflected against the water of the river in a way that only enhanced the show and its beauty. “They’re stunning.” She breathed with a small smile that she wouldn’t have currently thought herself capable of.

Mav’s voice broke through the dream-like state Randi had found herself in and she turned to look at him, her emerald gaze meeting his stormy stare. “Yeah?” She replied softly just before the words spilled out of him and his hands led her lips to his in a time-stopping kiss. It was truly as if time itself had stopped, the world had faded away, the fireworks that had held her attention mere heartbeats ago were nothing now as her lips met Mav’s. His hands on her face burned her skin but in a way that made her smile as she passionately kissed him back and lifted her arms around his neck to pull him closer to her. She had hungered for this sort of closeness to Mav for so long and now it was happening, they had crossed a line they couldn’t come back from, he had finally taken the step she had been wordlessly begging him to take for what felt like ages. In that moment she didn’t need to worry about Bella or Poppy or Jax or anyone else there had been because for now it was just Mav and herself that existed in this world. She pulled him closer as he did the same with her and she smiled as his hands moved to her hair and back, his touch felt like fire and ice and gave her life. Her own hands ran across his back and along his neck as she gently dug her nails along his skin. This moment was perfect, it was everything she had ever hoped for and yet somehow so much better than she could have imagined. All she could think in that moment was how she wanted this to never end.

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Bloom




Mood: Compassionate

Location: Restaurant

Interactions: Griffon






She was more than glad that Griffon had agreed to a break between simulations when she suggested it. Her surprise that he would want to go again had worn off rather quickly when she began to think about how taxing it could be on his mind and body which made her feel concerned instead. That concern soon faded as the young man heeded her warning and removed himself from the chair so he could take a break between simulations. What she had seen in the simulation still haunted her mind and left her with worry in her heart for someone as sweet as Griffon. Truthfully she would have worried for anyone who went through even an ounce of what that simulation had suggested and she knew that she would do all she could to keep Griffon and his sister safe from having to experience such trials again. She would never outright admit to doing that though and would do her best to make them unaware of her desire to protect them. They were at a stage in their lives where they believed only they could protect themselves and each other, she would not shatter that for them but would be their silent partner in the shadows so to speak. If she caught on to anything that might cause them pain or heartache again she would do all she could to keep it from happening or helping them through it.

The walk to the restaurant was a pleasant one as she and Griffon exchanged delightful small talk and she pushed her worries aside. The party was still going strong in Dauntless but luckily the area near the training center wasn’t close enough to the parade to make finding a place to eat difficult. The two of them settled down in a quaint Mexican restaurant she knew that made some of the best street tacos she had ever eaten. It was actually one of the first places she ever went out to eat when she was an initiate in Dauntless and truthfully the first place she ever ate meat. She remembered she ordered the pork belly tacos with cheese and that experience had changed her entire life. Growing up food had been a luxury her family hadn’t always had due to their status in Amity. Most of the time what little they could get was barely enough to scrape by until her brother got older and food suddenly became more available. Even to this day food was something Bloom never took for granted and it was one of her favorite ways to show her love and affection which was why she had no intention of letting Griffon pay for her and instead bought his meal for him.

As the young man spoke of Abnegation, their food, their ways, and his time there Bloom could tell from the way he spoke how much he seemed to miss it there. From what she knew of Griffon it seemed Abnegation would have been a perfect pick for him but she was now well aware that he would not have stayed somewhere that would keep him away from Cas. Hearing his question about Dauntless and if she liked it caused Bloom to give a thoughtful smile as she did her best to answer the question carefully and truthfully. “Amity is where I was from but I am not the same girl I was when I lived there. In Dauntless I have become the person I think I was always meant to be, it was where I was fortunate enough to thrive and I don’t think I would have felt so at home in any other faction. I had no one left for me in Amity though so that might be why the switch was so easy for me to make.” She explained and realized what she had said and how it might have sounded. “Not that you need to worry about any of that.” She assured him with a smile and chuckled as he did his best to once again try to eat his taco. “I may not agree with everything some people here believe but Dauntless is the only place I can see myself being as happy as I am.” She continued as she did her best to help clean up a bit of salsa that ran down Griffon’s chin.

The pair soon began to gather their things from the table and as they did so Griffon offered to answer any questions she might have. Bloom looked the sweet boy over and thought to herself for a moment as she put her purse over her shoulder. “I am enjoying it too. I am really glad that you came to me for help with all of this and that I can get to know you better and hopefully assist you in getting the answers you are looking for.” She informed him with a nod. “Would you…would you mind if I joined you in the simulation?” She inquired as they spoke. “It could help to have a second pair of eyes.”

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Shayla




Mood: Focused

Location: Tattoo Parlor

Interactions: Cas, Lainey, Sebastian






This day had seen more social interaction for Shayla than she had allowed herself in a long time and it seemed the interactions were unending as Cas pulled her around the tattoo parlor to meet a well-dressed man standing off to the side and watching Lainey. He, like Lainey, was beautiful to look at but Shay greeted him with the same icy and disinterested expression she tended to greet all strangers with. She wasn’t interested in making new friends just as she wasn’t interested in keeping old friends. Friends were off the menu for her which was why she felt so conflicted about Cas and Lainey. She felt a bit guilty like she had led them on today. She wanted today to be different from other days but the nagging voice in the back of her mind kept screaming at her that if she made friends she would be signing them up for possible terrible pain further down the line. She was ready to face her fate alone, no matter how scary that might be.

“You seem out of place here.” She stated rather bluntly to Sebastian as she shook his hand. She found it was usually pretty easy to frighten someone off if she started an interaction with them by sounding cold as ice as well as incredibly blunt. She ignored any looks she got from Cas or Lainey and instead pulled her hand away from Sebastian’s and crossed her arms to give off a closed-off image. It sucked but it was what she knew would be best at the end of the day. As Cas and Sebastian began to talk about Cas’s family back in Erudite and catch up on old times Shay once again returned to watching the artist work on Lainey’s back. She could see that Lainey was certainly in pain as the needle danced across her spine but still the young transfer did an amazing job staying as still as possible despite the pain. It was a difficult thing to do and something Shay had become pretty skilled at herself but a small smile formed on her lips as she felt a hint of pride in her housemate. As quickly as the small smile appeared the icy bitch face she was known for took back over as Shay once again hid behind a perfectly formed emotionless mask.

Soon after the slight slip, Shay had to take a step back as the artist put on the finishing touches of shading and Lainey’s tattoo was finished. Frozen blue eyes swept over the art with great appreciation as Shay examined every line, curve, shade, and detail of the art that now rested upon Lainey’s flesh for the rest of her days. She didn’t even register Lainey demanding to know how it looked until Cas spoke and snapped Shay from her focused trance. “Yeah, Demi didn’t let you down.” She assured after Cas finished her praise. “It looks elegantly lethal.” She commented as she examined the thorns and petals from where she stood.

Before Lainey could start dressing again Shay quickly slapped on some sterilized gloves and grabbed some bandages and soothing jelly as she walked over to her. “Stand still.” She instructed in a no-nonsense tone as she dipped her fingers into the jelly and applied the cold goo to Lainey’s freshly inked skin. “This will help soothe the pain, calm the swelling, and prevent infection.” She explained and gently began to bandage over the tattoo. “For the next few days, I will need to apply an antibacterial ointment to this twice a day since you won't be able to reach it. In a few hours when the bandage comes off, I won’t be applying another because it will need to breathe.” She added and swiftly finished her work before stepping back and allowing Lainey to finish getting her clothes back on.

Looking over at Cas as the dark-haired beauty spoke Shay considered the offer. She was tempted to decline and turn in for the night but something within her felt like this once she should just go along with it. She could always distance herself after this night, she had done so before and was quite good at it. Nodding her head Shay sighed and glanced around at the three other people in the group. “I suppose I could stay out a bit longer.” She agreed.

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Thorn




Mood: Honest

Location: Party

Interactions: Aubrey






As they walked through the strong man competition Thorn could still feel the phantom burn of the blush from Aubrey referring to him as sexy. It wasn’t something he had ever really been called before. Cute? Yes. Sweet? More times than he could count. Sexy? Never before. He never really considered himself such and always viewed his muscles as another tool in his shop, similar to a hammer or anvil, something he needed to keep in good shape in order to do his finest work. Even though many minutes had passed since Aubrey uttered the words Thorn still couldn’t fully wrap his head around them but also had an odd sense of pride in hearing it. Like anyone else he enjoyed praise and wasn’t really used to it so Aubrey’s caught him off guard. He wished he had thought fast enough to give her a compliment in return but alas his mind had failed him and he had simply blushed instead. Perhaps it was for the best though, he might have accidentally called her sexy as well without thinking and made himself look like a perv. He did admit to himself that he found Aubrey very appealing and indeed sexy but he would never say it so bluntly for fear that he might make her think he only sees her for her outer features.

The journey to the strong man competition didn’t take too long and the two of them managed to have a pleasant conversation despite Thorn mentally smacking himself in the head. When they got there a smile spread across his freckled face as he watched the blonde's eyes and smile light up light the fireworks that were going off in the sky not too far away. Instantly Aubrey seemed taken by all the competitors, the challenges, and the muscles on display. She went on and on about the different competitions and those competing, and Thorn listened with unwavering attention as he enjoyed seeing her passion light up within her.

When they got to the tug of war competition Thorn recognized a man he believed was named Jacob who Aubrey seemed to know as well. The lively young woman began shouting her cheers to the man whose muscles rippled under the struggle for the rope and as her voice boomed through the crowd it seemed the man gained even more power and swiftly managed to win the war for the rope. Aubrey instantly ran over to congratulate Jacob and as she did she of course grabbed Thorn and brought him along, not that Thorn intended to be left behind. The two chatted, or rather Aubrey chatted and Jacob listened until he could finally get a word in, and Thorn stood politely by them with a kind small smile on his features as he listened. He was surprised to say the least when Jacob seemed to know his name and his work and mentioned getting a commission done through him. “Y-yeah. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Thorn replied and shook the man's hand. “Drop by any time, I would love to hear what you are thinking and hopefully make your vision a reality.” He added in regards to the mention of making a unique piece for the bar. When Jacob began referring to Aubrey in the conversation Thorn’s smile only grew and he looked from the blonde back to the older man they were speaking with. “She has been keeping my life interesting in all the best ways today. I am grateful she has wanted to put up with me for so long.” He informed the man and soon politely bid him goodbye as Jacob departed to begin getting ready for his dinner.

The competition that followed was a tough one that left his muscles aching a bit but not too much. He didn’t want to risk making himself exhausted before the dinner that night due to his fear that something might happen and he would need to protect Charlie or Aubrey. He may not be one for violence but he could still hold someone back while taking a few blows if Aubrey needed to get Charlie out of the dinner. Deep down he knew that Aubrey would likely try to be the one fighting though and he hoped it didn’t come to that though he wouldn’t truly blame her if she did. Someone was hurting Charlie and that wasn’t okay. He might not believe in Aubrey’s form of justice but something did need to be done.

When Aubrey began to ask him about massages Thorn stiffened a bit and looked down. “I’m not really a fan, I’m sorry.” He apologized and worried he made the situation awkward. “But you should totally get one if you want one. You did do a lot today and it could help your muscles not hurt tomorrow.” He suggested as Aubrey began moving on. He personally didn’t like a stranger's hands all over him, he barely liked a friends hands on him, and some massages required taking his shirt off which Thorn was also not eager to do. He knew he had scars and accepted them but that didn’t mean he wanted to show them off. Plus he still had bruises healing from the most recent beatings he had taken from his father and uncle that he truly didn’t want Aubrey to have to see. However, he could see in her eyes that she had been truly excited for the massages and while he didn’t desire one he did hope she would indulge herself if he encouraged it. “I truly don’t mind waiting, Aubrey.” He assured her with a genuine smile. “You deserve a good massage and when else will you be able to get one at such a good price?” He added with a light chuckle. “I promise I don’t mind in the slightest. I can just hang out right here, or grab us a snack if you’d like?” He offered and knew they were on their way to a dinner but he didn’t know that he would be able to stomach too much at the table if the person hurting Charlie dared to show their face.

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


The whirlwind of a ride that Ghost took her on, both in a physical sense and in the emotions and words that tumbled consistently from his mouth, caused Charlie's head to swim with dizzy confusion and a mixture between amusement and occasional frustration. Ghost was acting like his usual self, as he put it "obnoxious jackass", but he was also acting it so differently than usual, almost boldly, with no regard for pomp and circumstance like he usually had, so very... unErudite. Charlie didn't mind this as a fact, but it came across in many different ways, some that she loved and some that she very much didn't, and it moved so quickly Charlie was sure Ghost would lose his voice by the time they reached Sasha and she might not have spoken much at all. When Ghost pulled her in for a kiss, Charlie had not been expecting it at all, which is why she was so slow and unsure of reciprocating it, as the reality of still being "out in public" dawned in the back of her mind, but began to phase away as the kiss deepened and Ghost drew her closer to himself. Her heart flipped and jumped into her throat as Ghost caressed her neck and hairline, causing her to become bolder with her own hand, inching under his shirt to feel the soft skin of his back and shoulder. Was he become bolder with her because they were about to go to dinner together at her mums, thereby basically sealing their relationship as something legitimate? Charlie couldn't wonder as to how Ghost's mind worked, especially not now when he seemed so high in energy and thought life, but she knew that she sort of hoped he would be more accepting of their relationship - whatever it was - while also wondering if she preferred the secrecy... Ghost's hands seemed to tighten for a second on her skin, or maybe that was her imagination, because he pulled away, declaring how he felt towards her in that moment, causing her to blush from the presumed compliment. But Ghost couldn't just stop there, as he began to scrutinize her dress, his eyes not caring where they stared, though Charlie had a feeling it wasn't for lewd reasons that he stared quite boldly at her bodice and at her exposed leg. She watched as he tried to fix the ruffles only to accept they were purposeful, and so he moved on to fixing it with his words, as he typically did. Charlie sighed, her soft smile leaving in place of a slight frown and her shoulders dropped from anticipation of what he'd say, when she heard the words that came out of his mouth. How little did he know of her. She gritted her teeth together as his words spilled out, the ends almost bumping into the beginnings; She had not in fact chosen this dress to wear today, Noah had forced her to wear it, for her to pay him for one of the favours that she owed him to get him to testify on her behalf that she was not near Caspian at the time of his death. Although she would never have picked a dress like this she had thought she looked pretty good in it, and had liked how she looked, but now she was over thinking it, and she felt awkward and exposed in such a color and style. Who was Ghost to decide what she could and couldn't wear? She didn't go around telling him how to live his life, and yet here he was clearly letting her know exactly what he thought would suit her best when it came to her attire, even so boldly stating that he should dress her (and not even in a lewd way, again, his mind seemed to not process the full idea of that statement). Thus, as each statement and sentence that poured from Ghost's mouth continued, Charlie's expression darkened and her body tensed as she took his meaning literally and personally.

Ghost knew best. That's what he was telling her right now. He knew what looked best on her, he knew what she should do, he knew what she shouldn't do. Therefore by simple deduction, Charlie
didn't know what was best for her own good. He's just like the rest of them. All of them. He's no different... Charlie's heart dropped at this thought, thinking that Ghost was no different to the others in her life that controlled her, took advantage of her, and told her what was best without letting her choose and decide. Except... I can talk to Ghost. I can tell him. That's how he's different. He won't hurt me when I tell him... Charlie squared her shoulders as she took her hand and pressed one slender finger against Ghost's lips, causing him to shut up immediately, she hadn't worked out what she would say, but it seemed she didn't need to, as the words spilled out of her mouth without much preparation. "Please stop telling me how my life should or shouldn't be run. You are behaving the same as every other man has every behaved in my life, deciding what is best for me and declaring that to me as fact and causing my own thoughts and desires on the matter to be irrelevant and void. You may have better insight to how my life would financially improve if I were to step onto a different career path and you may desire me to do so but I am not your doll to play with, and if you have been given that idea because I have had people do that my whole life as you have now, then I want you to rethink, and choose to see me as an equal, and therefore allow me the same agency you have in your life to choose what you do and don't do. You are not better than me for any reason, it is arrogant to presume otherwise, and that arrogance removes all altruism and good will from any sentiment that you put forward as such. Please don't do that. Not like this." Charlie took a deep breath right after the words poured out of her mouth, and her first instinct was to immediately overthink and doubt the words she'd just said, realising that she spoke more frankly than she had ever spoken to Ghost, or maybe anyone. But she pressed her lips together, causing herself to force the words to stay in there air, knowing that although she thought maybe they were a bit harsh, she believed them. Ghost was obviously surprised by her outburst, and she hated how it appeared on him as hurt and pain, but she knew that she couldn't take the words back... Ghost stuttered in response, finally apologizing a few times with genuine remorse, and walking quickly in the direction that they were going. Given that he was not in heels like she was, he was much faster, and also, she assumed, he was giving himself time to process what she said. She hadn't meant to hurt his feelings, but she guessed that with what she had just said that it was inevitable that his feelings could get hurt, especially as he seemed more emotional at the moment.

When she arrived next to Ghost, it seemed like he had come to terms with what she said or he had forgotten it, as he began to babble on about telling her a secret, as they descended the stairs. She was curious, and her curiosity turned into amusement as he told her that his height that he declared was a lie, and that he actually shorter, but gave the illusion of height with his shoes. She giggled slightly, only to gasp as Ghost tripped on the stairs, and she would have put her hand forward to catch him if he hadn't of grabbed it first, causing her to yelp and grab the railing with her other hand and grip tightly. Thankfully, neither she nor Ghost weighed the average weight of any Dauntless member so each was able to support the other, and they did not fall or trip down the stairs in any way. She smiled at the image of her supporting Ghost now, finding it ironic given their discussion just before. He laughed, getting back to his feet and descending the stairs with her. They exited the compound to sunny hot air, and Charlie was grateful, having wished she'd put a jacket on before they'd left, the dress she was wearing not having much in form of insulation. The sun tickled her skin delightfully and she briefly closed her eyes and turned her face to the setting sun, allowing it to cascade on her face for a second, before returning to looking at Ghost and the way in which they were walking. Ghost began to demand that she share a secret, and Charlie bit her lip as she tried to think. The only secrets she had, Ghost already knew about - Jeremy, Caspian - There were others that she refused to tell anyone, and then there was the fact that she was suspect number 1 for Caspian's murder.... but she didn't want to tell Ghost that, nor did she want to tell him the entirety of her relationship with Noah right now, for fear that - as always - he would step in and choose what was best for her, or work out the reason for why she must need Noah. Thankfully Ghost seemed distracted by his own question and began to talk about what he had done earlier in the afternoon, mentioning Bloom and also what seemed to be insinuating towards an uncopious amount of drugs and alcohol. Charlie knew that Bloom could handle her stuff, never having done any with her but from her knowledge and testimony. However it was the fact Ghost called her "terrifying" that really stood out to Charlie, as she never would have labeled her best friend as such, but when Ghost finished with his description as to why, Charlie began to giggle. "That does sound like Bloom, I probably should have warned you." Charlie was glad to hear that Ghost and Bloom got along, or seemed to, as she would hate to imagine Ghost and her best friend being at odds with each others. She suspected that it might be the case with Aubrey, but she hoped tonight would really smooth that over. Ghost declared again that he wanted to get flowers, and Charlie followed him, listening as he declared his reasoning for picking the flowers himself. Charlie knew Sasha would like any of them, but she also knew her favourites, so she liked Ghost's thought process and watched as he picked them out. He had picked perfectly with the red and pink colours, yet Sasha loved yellow and blue which he did not get. The bouquet that he ended up with was gorgeous though. "I think she'll love it, I doubt she's received flowers like this in a long time." Charlie murmured.

Having sort of hoped that Ghost had forgotten his wish to hear a secret, Charlie began to walk quietly, only for Ghost to bring it up again. She cringed, only to sigh in relief when he said he had already chosen the question. The question itself was interesting and Charlie pondered it for a minute as they walked.
"Well..." She licked her lip nervously as she thought about the comparison of Ghost and Caspian. It was like comparing ice cream and sorbet. "I have to think back four years ago, so it might not be as accurate as you desire... but.." She took a deep breath as she decided to say what she thought. "You were both more gentle than the other. You are more gentle physically.. much more, but Caspian was always so gentle in his behaviour towards me, and the way that he spoke. You think much more than he does, and you far outweigh him in terms of knowledge and intelligence, even Caspian would have admitted that, and yet Caspian had much more experience in Dauntless and with me personally, he had known me many years..." Charlie laughed at this thought, and her smiled wavered slightly at the sad fact that he was gone. But she swallowed and kept talking. "You are so different to Caspian that it is hard to compare at all..." Charlie pursed her lips and began to visually scrutinize Ghost as he had done so before, only slightly hoping to make him as awkward and nervous as she had been when he had done it. "You dress better, you smell better, you look better. You're not quite so tall, but to be honest that makes me feel much safer..." Charlie leaned closer to Ghost, her face becoming only a breath away from his. "Since you seem to want to know... Let me double check." Charlie gently leaned forward, kissing Ghost softly on the lips, feeling as his hesitation and yet eagerness to prove he was better than Caspian caused him to resist, then go along with it. She giggled, pulling back coyly and slipping her hand back into his. "You are a much nicer kisser, less handsy, less force, and definitely less sloppy." Charlie looked forward as she noticed her mother's house come into view. "As for... everything else.. I wouldn't be able to say as I haven't been acquainted with... erm... all of you I guess." Charlie felt herself blush as she mumbled that last part, finally finding it too awkward to continue on. "But like I said, I dated Caspian a long time ago and it wasn't for very long, I probably don't remember as well as I could, it wasn't exactly rainbows and sunshine... Not that I'm saying it will be with you, but it's not all pleasant memories." Charlie and Ghost had arrived at Sasha's house, thankfully stopping Charlie's overthinking mind from going over the sad reality of how Caspian had used her, raped her and then fell in love immediately with someone else. Not to mention everything else. Charlie took a deep breath, as she knocked on the door and awaited her mother to open it, she could smell the delightful scents of a kitchen that had been used all day, and some lovely candles that Sasha must have left on to give a delightful aroma. She squeezed Ghost's hand nervously, wondering how her mother would take to Ghost, and how Ghost would act around her mother.

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


Aubrey was fond of getting a massage, and Thorn was so happy for her to have one, that she finally relented. "Thanks Thorn, it won't take long, just ten minutes or so will make me feel so much better. You don't have to go anywhere, I mean, you're welcome to watch, or help. What do I know, you could be a master masseuse!" She watched with humour as Thorn's face lit up red again. "I'm just joking you silly goose. You can do whatever makes you comfortable in the meanwhile, I won't be long." Aubrey giggled as she playfully punched Thorn, a familiar action she usually did with Finn and nobody else. But Thorn was growing on her, maybe that's why she was playfully teasing him, though she admitted it was possibly a bit too much, as Thorn was not the flirtatious type and seemed much like Charlie, and Aubrey didn't want him to get the wrong impression.. yet. She didn't know how she felt about him right now, comfortable enough to flirt and play with him but not so much to let him have her heart right now. She wasn't ready for that. Finn still gripped her heart like a raptor, and it felt like his grip would never let go, not without some form of closure, which seemed impossible given the silent treatment she was receiving from him right now. Not even silent treatment, it was complete disappearance. Nobody had seemed alarmed, so Aubrey knew that it was just Aubrey that Finn was avoiding and not everyone else. She thought about this as she lay down on the massage table, letting the masseuse unzip her dress so they had access to her back for them to massage, as that was where she held the most tension and pain. She immediately felt better as they began to work on the knots and tension in her muscles, using a delightful shea butter smelling oil or lotion. To hell with it, I do hope Thorn is watching... at least he'd get a good look at my tattoo. Aubrey thought vainly as she lay there. True to her word and the amazing work of the masseuse, it only took about 15 minutes for him to finish, she felt almost sleepy when he tapped her shoulder, having already zipped up her dress, and said that she was good to go. She thanked him profusely, looking around for Thorn, finally locating him nearby, and bounding over to him with newfound energy within her. "Thank you Thorn! I feel so much better... it's a shame we didn't get one together, I'm sure you would have loved it. Anyway! We're totally going to be late! I shouldn't have had it really but... I don't even regret it! But we should definitely go... have you even been to our place before? Probably not right? You didn't really come around to our place much did you? To be honest I didn't spend that much time there either, not aftetr my dad died, I sort of spent all my time at Finn or Chris's place because their places were much... well they were a lot more fun for a young girl given that they were both more expensive... I would even sleep over with Caspian sometimes! Aww I am going to miss our movie nights and training sessions.." Aubrey had grabbed Thorn's arm as she spoke without pause or breath, leading him towards the exit of the compound. She wasn't hurrying per se, but neither was she slow (if Aubrey could be slow..) so she was aware that it did sort of feel like she was pulling Thorn along with her.

Aubrey managed to fill the air with conversation for most of the walk to Sasha's. The air outside was much warmer than in the compound, and yet much fresher than inside, so it gave heat and relief from the sweat and indoors. "Wow it's a gorgeous day out, sort of wish we could have had days like this to train in during the physical training we had... It's been hard to continue physically training at the moment don't you think? Emotionally I feel so overwhelmed by the fear simulations, and then I lose all motivation for my normal training routine, and just do whatever is on my fancy, usually a very long run or a try at the boxing bag. You know I thought that maybe we could try training together sometime, I know you're super strong, you could help improve my strength! Maybe I could help improve your stamina, we could do work outs together, running, sparring, weights... You could even teach me to do some blacksmithery? Just for fun? I don't know, just trying to think of what could be fun to do..." Aubrey looked around happily, her mind on pleasant things, not worrying about the day at all, even being in such a good mood to almost forget the point of the dinner tonight. However, it didn't take long for everything to rush back into her at once, at the familiar appearance of someone who she had been thinking of only 5 or so minutes ago. Finley Day appeared in front of her so quickly and without explanation that Aubrey almost wondered whether she was in a simulation, and if anything was real. But it did appear to be real, she could hear birds and people, she could feel Thorn's warmth through his arm, she could taste the scent of flowers nearby... She blinked rapidly, then slowly, finally letting go of Thorn's arm and crossing her arms over her chest protectively. "Finn." She said blandly, forcing herself to lack in emotion, though her voice quivering slightly against her will. She gritted her jaw together firmly, furious at herself for feeling emotion at the sight of him. Only a few days ago, maybe a week, he had kissed her, and then he had disappeared from her, ghosted her. She'd had to find someone like Thorn to take his position in her plot to save Charlie. Is that what he was here for now? Aubrey stared daggers at him, waiting for him to respond.
"Aubrey, I'm so glad I bumped into you, how are you? You look... really nice... And you're with Thorn... Does he?" Finn stumbled along his words, a red bashful look on his face. His hair was messy and he had bags under his eyes like he hadn't been sleeping. "He knows everything, he's helping me tonight in place of you." Aubrey said flatly, words icy and cold. Finn's face flickered from sadness, to rage in almost an instant. Aubrey had never seen him in an angry state, and she was sure that he could see it on her face, because he tried to hide it again behind embarrassment and shyness. "Well, I mean, I was thinking I could come along... Help out?" Aubrey shook her head almost before he had finished speaking, herself finally getting furious at him. "So you're trying to tell me you want to come along? After ghosting me for like a week? And before then you kissed me. The mixed signals are enough to make me not want to have you along for this one Finn, I don't even know whether you will help me or stab me in the back." Aubrey spat the words out like fire before Finn, fueling each word with the rage and buried distaste for what he'd done seep out in her words and actions. She moved closer to him with each word, till they stood nose to nose, staring at each other, brown eyes bouncing of blue orbs of fire. Finn's hands clenched and unclenched tightly and terribly slowly, and Aubrey could hear the bones in his knuckles crack. "You are a selfish bitch Aubrey. You have no idea what you're doing, you're taking orders from Jeremy Daniels of all people? The man who runs Dauntless like a dictator? Who would kill you if you didn't do what he wants? Who kills Divergents just for fun? You probably don't care because you're not a weak Divergent. But guess what, some of us are! And we have people like you to thank for all of our downfalls and ostrasicastion, and I wish I'd never kissed you, and never befriended such a cold, heartless cow!" Finn's words sharply tore into Aubrey's soul but she refused to back down, neither moving, flinching or replying. She stared straight at Finn until the realisation of what he had just admitted to them became apparent in his hard facial features, and he turned around. There was no farewell, no goodbye, just a snide remark that Aubrey couldn't hear, but sounded like "You'll regret this.". Finn ran quickly to an alleyway, and Aubrey just watched, body shaking with fury, and then as soon as he disappeared her shoulders dropped and she bit her lip as tears welled up in her eyes. Finn hated her. That much was evident. But why? Did he really think and mean all the things he had just said about her? He was so angry... She hadn't even realised she was so angry either, she had just thought she was sad. But when anger meets anger... well she was surprised that fists hadn't started flying.

Aubrey jumped as Thorn appeared beside her, a comforting hand resting on her shoulder and a concerned gentle look from him was all it took for Aubrey to wrap her arms around his neck and bury her face into his chest. She didn't cry, she couldn't, but she needed to hide her face, hide the deep sadness, the deep regret, remorse, pain, anger, betrayal and more... If Finn hadn't already broken her heart, it was no hanging on by mere pieces. Thorn squeezed her gently, assuringly, not saying anything. Aubrey was sure that he had hated how she had acted towards Finn, but she didn't care about that, she just cared that he still stood here with her, she could trust him. He would help her, keep Charlie safe and help her win this battle. He wouldn't let her down. She couldn't take another person letting her down. She wanted to believe that other people were good too. She took a deep breath, finally pulling away from Thorn and smiling to hide the pain within her, she knew that it probably wasn't a smart idea, but she couldn't help herself as she leaned forward and gave Thorn a kiss on the cheek, before pulling away and giggling girlishly as if nothing had happened, linking arms with him again. "I'm sorry about that. Let's keep going. Please... don't mention that to anyone there, there's no need to upset anyone more." Aubrey looked around the block as they walked, trying to see if she could see Finn anywhere, but it seemed he had disappeared for good again. Aubrey began to feel nervous as they neared Sasha's house and the reality of seeing Charlie with the man who had been abusing her for so long. What if she couldn't fight him, couldn't get him down? She patted her phone that was in her purse, and sighed in relief, at least she could still call Jeremy and tell him. Jeremy could get anyone. Even Finn... Her heart flipped as she thought about what he said. He had hinted towards the impossible, towards being Divergent, but she had known him for years, and he'd always been Dauntless.... He must have been on some drugs, he was acting crazy after all. He wasn't Divergent. Divergents were weak and sick individuals, Aubrey didn't necessarily think they should die, but they shouldn't be given the same things as everyone else... they were like factionless people right? That's what she had been taught. Finn was being idiotic. Aubrey had been over analyzing so much that she barely even noticed that they had walked straight up to the door of her mothers house. Thus, when she knocked on it, still holding Thorn's arm and plastering a silly and gorgeous grin on her face, she felt her smile drop when a familiar and yet highly unexpected face opened the door. Before her stood Ghost. "What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, a hint of that anger that she hadn't fully hidden coming out in the obvious spite she held for her - inferior - trainer.

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Fable




Mood: Concerned

Location: Party

Interactions: Chris, Charlie, Blair






Fable was of course worried about Charlie and had the sneaking suspicion deep down that something more was going on than the medic would admit. She didn’t however wish to pry as she helped the kind-hearted older girl out in the bathroom along with Blair. Between the two of them, Charlie was cleaned up and back on her feet after just a few minutes, and several words were shared. Charlie did her best to assure Fable that she was okay but doubt still stabbed at the redhead's heart and she hoped she was wrong. She didn’t want to pry into the kind medics' personal life but she did decide that she would keep a closer eye on Charlie in the future and make sure she knows that she can help her if the need ever arises. Fable might not have enjoyed her time in Abnegation but she still knew many ways to be useful to others due to her time being raised there and hoped one of those skills might be useful to the older girl.

Blair was the first to leave the bathroom and Fable couldn’t help but sense a weird vibe coming from the girl during their entire time around each other. Instantly the scarlet-haired female worried that Blair might have issues with her after the events leading up to this day. Blair had seen her kill Dante, they had committed crimes together. Fable believed at first that such a thing might bond them but with how standoffish Blair seemed to be towards her she was beginning to have her doubts. She couldn’t even begin to wonder about what she might have done wrong because truthfully she knows she did so many things wrong that day on the streets, not in regard to the mission but in regard to morals. Perhaps Blair did hold it against her that she killed Dante even though it was to save the blonde. Or perhaps she was beginning to loathe Fable for ever associating with Dante in the first place, for ever taking part in a conversation about turning her in. Dante had mentioned it before his death and Fable knew how it sounded but she NEVER would have done what he had suggested.

A few minutes after Blair departed Charlie also made her way out of the bathroom. Fable could hear Chris and Charlie talking beyond the now-closed door and she hoped he would also get the feeling she had. Chris knew Charlie better than she did and if something was wrong she was sure he would pick up on it as well. As she stood alone in the bathroom for a moment Fable found herself washing her hands for a much longer period of time than normal. She continued to apply soap, rub it all over her hands, rinse it off, and repeat. It took a moment for her to realize it and she quickly flinched away from the water as soon as she did. It was her body working subconsciously to wash away Dante’s blood from her hands and she couldn’t keep doing it. His death was on her hands no matter how many times she washed them and nothing would ever change that.

Drying her hands on a paper towel Fable pushed the bathroom door open in time to see Charlie departing. Blair and Chris remained outside however and Fable did her best to give them both a soft and reassuring smile as she approached. “Sorry about that…I think Charlie will be fine for now.” She assured Chris but made a mental note to check on her again later. She tried to catch Blair’s gaze and gave a small wave as she stood among the small group. “Hi, Blair.” She greeted. “You look nice.” She added to try and make the situation less awkward but instantly realized she might have failed at that. Chris’s voice cut through the awkward silence that followed and Fable had to keep herself from sighing in relief. “Sure.” She replied after a moment. “I mean so long as I am not bothering you two. I don’t want to ruin a couple’s night out.”

Nerdy. Nerdy. WanderLust. WanderLust.





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Vex




Mood: Calculating

Location: Secret Workshop

Interactions: Mentions Ghost






When on the battlefield things change in an instant, plans shift, objectives are altered, a good soldier simply has to adapt and overcome. That is exactly what Vex had found herself doing every second she was with Ghost in his less than sober state of mind. He was in and out of conversation like a tired child who had stayed up all night and was hardly able to make sense of the world around him. Yet, there were clear moments when the Ghost she had been observing pulled his way to the surface and she was reminded of why Dr. Munro had grown interested in her findings in the first place. She had gathered a good amount of information and observations on each of the instructors, aside from Vernal Bloom who was new, and sent her findings back to the good doctor along with reports on others who might be of interest. She was so much more than a pretty face or a killing machine, she was the finest piece of espionage equipment to ever be crafted in the Erudite labs. She picked up on so much more than she let on in even the smallest of interactions, she was programmed to remember just about everything, to read the smallest eye twitch or nose scrunch and understand the thoughts and emotions behind them. Those little details as well as larger ones were one of the reasons she had such an amazing track record, especially when freshly tuned up.

A small smile pulled at her lips as she remembered the way Ghost had scolded her as if his opinion of her or his words held any real meaning. She, of course, had to pretend that they did so he could feel he had some form of an upper hand but in truth, the only approval she ever needed came from Dr. Lance Munro. He was the only one whose words held any true meaning to her, his word was law, and his wish was her command, if he was displeased with her she would break herself over and over to fix whatever was wrong. Dr. Munro had her complete and unquestionable loyalty and if he were to ask her to gut herself she would do so without question, without him she was nothing. So no, Vex found she didn’t really care about if Ghost liked her or thought her impulses undesirable but since Dr. Munro wanted him she would bend and adjust to procure the young instructor for her creator.

Playing with Ghost had been great fun for her and Vex found herself energized at the thought of pursuing the young man further for the benefit of her masters as well as herself. So her direct approach hadn’t worked but she was more than capable of adjusting and intended to do whatever it took to deliver results. The phantom feeling of Ghost’s lips still lingered despite the moment being long past and Vex found herself desiring to feel it again. Ghost was an attractive male and while he claimed to be a gentleman she was sure that she would be able to win him over for her own personal benefit as well. She could truly see herself having fun with him, or at least a version of fun that didn’t involve hunting and killing. Emotions being attached to it didn’t seem likely since she had been programmed to be incapable of true emotional attachments to others long ago, but still, she was sure Ghost could provide some form of leisure for her.

Walking down the street and away from the festivities Vex ducked into a run-down graffiti-covered building and made her way through a maze of old construction equipment and crumbling walls. She had moved her workshop of horrors to this location after ridding the world of sniveling Bella and now she had a reason to use it. It was clear no one had found it and just to be sure Vex checked all the little traps that would likely maim or kill anyone who got too close without knowing the way through. Once she was determined the area truly was secure the dark beauty grabbed a chair and straddled it in front of a set of monitors, she had set up on a table with some stacked bricks to give them height. Her fingers glided over the keyboard with graceful clicks that never halted or hesitated until suddenly a map with a street grid and buildings popped up. Dark lips pulled into a perfectly sculpted smirk as Vex’s whiskey brown gaze settled on a little red dot that was moving steadily across the screen.

Her little trap for Ghost had been sprung without the young man being any the wiser. She knew from her observations throughout initiation as well as her analysis of police records that dear Ghost, or should she say Zion since that’s the alias he chose when arrested, had a bad habit of pickpocketing. She had picked up on his fondness for a golden bracelet he had shown up to training with the day Randi had been absent, one he hadn’t had the day before, so she knew exactly what he liked. Finding a piece of jewelry to do the trick of catching his eye wasn’t hard after that and neither was installing a tracker that now showed her his exact location as he traveled through the Dauntless compound. She had seen him walk away from the party with Charlie and had to acknowledge the fact that she might still be with him as she figured out his location and where he was headed next. As the dot came to a stop on the grid she looked at the map and typed quickly with an address soon popping up onto the screen. Less than 30 seconds later Anika Vex knew Ghost had just arrived at the home of Sasha Stark.

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

Ghost glowed with eager anticipation and unabashed pride as Charlie’s cinnamon eyes swept over him in appraisal. There was something so flattering about being looked at with the sort of careful consideration she was paying him now. Charlie had an honest face, and—as she had demonstrated before leaving the compound—few inhibitions about expressing herself for fear that she might hurt Ghost’s feelings. Which was an asset, in this context. Ghost wanted a truthful assessment of himself compared to his womanizing roommate and former instructor; he didn’t want a sugarcoated, empty answer designed to make him feel better about himself. Whatever Charlie told him, he would believe it, because he trusted her, and because he wanted to believe her.
Yes, yes, Ghost thought greedily, wanting Charlie to continue stroking his ego. Calling him immeasurably intelligent was always a good start. But he had already known that about himself. “I look better?” he echoed incredulously, uncertain as to Charlie’s meaning. “Are you saying I’m hotter than Caspian?” Ghost’s infectious self-assurance was rarely lacking, but he had never viewed himself as superior to Caspian in terms of appearance. Sure, Ghost was good-looking, but Caspian had a million-dollar smile, a hard panel of muscle that rippled with his every movement, and dressed in effortless tank tops and shorts that somehow enhanced his appearance instead of detracting from it. Caspian was the more conventionally masculine museum piece. Whereas Ghost sometimes struggled to find shoe stores that carried his size and was often mistaken for an initiate or younger after a shave. So to hear Charlie bestow such an unexpected bit of praise on him was both pleasantly surprising and slightly hard to comprehend, like a waiter finding himself tipped with a hundred-dollar bill.
Suddenly Charlie was leaning forward. Intoxicated by her previous compliments, Ghost had briefly spaced out, and wasn’t sure what to expect. And then she was kissing him, her lips molding themselves to his, her chest pressing up against his so that there was no space left between them. Ghost’s body sang like a tuning fork with sensation. He responded, savoring the gentle, impossibly soft caress of Charlie’s glossed mouth, letting his tongue flicker out and sweep along the edge of her lower lip. God, kissing while high was absolutely delicious; why would anyone do this sober when—
But before he could complete the thought Charlie was pulling away with a girlish titter of laughter. Ghost had no idea how close or far away her house still was, but he didn’t have a single reservation against putting on a show for her neighbors. Charlie clearly did, though, and disappointment welled up inside him when she slid her hand back inside his and tugged him down the street with no intention of resuming their affectionate display.
Her next words caught him off guard like a shove from behind. A knot of mirthful nervousness worked its way up Ghost’s throat and manifested as a short bleat of laughter. “That’s a very circuitous way to phrase it,” he observed. Curiosity and enthusiasm warred with fear as he considered his next words as best he could while still slightly crossed. Meanwhile a curtain of conspicuous silence had fallen between Charlie and him. “Would you like to, ah, as you say, become acquainted with… more of me?” he equivocated. Charlie’s head snapped sideways, her expression a tapestry of shock verging on horror. Oh damn, had Ghost made a mistake in asking? “I would be willing to experiment. Maybe. If you are, of course,” he backtracked, talking fast. “We don’t have to. Or we can wait, if that’s what you’d prefer. Take it slowly and all.” Ghost remembered the scent of Anika’s jasmine perfume as she pushed him back against the cushions of the couch, the way he had frozen up when she’d touched his face. He wanted to have that kind of fun with Charlie—at least try it—but hells bells, would it be blatantly obvious that he was inexperienced? What if he made a complete fool of himself? Charlie had such high expectations of him across the board. What if he couldn’t meet them?
Charlie sucked her bottom lip with obvious apprehension. As they walked she swung left, herding Ghost toward a modest-looking two-story house with a rocking chair on the porch and old-fashioned shutters trimmed in white. The grass was slightly overlong and yellow with the heat of summer, the single car parked in the driveway a battered Scorpion that had seen better days. A dark five-pointed star hung above the entryway. With her gaze fixed firmly on the house, Charlie murmured that she would think about Ghost’s proposal and get back to him later. Understandable, Ghost thought, trying to convince himself that her deferred answer wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. She just wants to see how things go tonight. Determined not to give her a reason to regret inviting him into her home, Ghost forced his shoulders back and lifted his chin as he marched up to the door beside Charlie, gathering his resolve. There was no doorbell, so Charlie knocked on the faded brown wood of the door.
Silence. Not so much as footsteps or the bark of a dog answered Charlie’s knock. She knocked again, and Ghost kneaded the welcome mat with the toes of his shiny loafers, restless energy building inside of him. Time seemed to stretch into an endless abyss. Having forgotten what he was doing, standing there and waiting, he reached out and tried the doorknob with intent to let himself in, but it was locked. Charlie shot him a look. “Oops, sorry. We should probably wait for your mom to open the door, huh?” Okay. Maybe he was a little more than slightly crossed still. “But what’s she doing, isn’t she expecting company now? It’s two minutes past seven,” Ghost blurted in an impatient gasp. “Time is money.” It was a proverb his father used to say all the time when Averill’s company was not working as efficiently as he would have liked.
The thought of his father triggered something. Suddenly Ghost was nine years old. He was playing a racing video game in the aftercare room at school, because no one had come to pick him up when the school day ended, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. But then aftercare ended too, and still neither of his parents in their big glossy cars was anywhere to be seen. He was the only student left in the room, and an aide in a purple Tinker Bell sweatshirt was telling him that he had to turn off the video game, because they would be closing and locking the room up soon.
Phone calls and more phone calls were made to his house. And still no one came. It was dark outside by this point. Finally, a young teacher assistant named Miss Isabella had volunteered to take Ferris home, because she said she had to drive in that direction anyway. Ferris had gotten into her car because she had pretty red hair. His mother had warned him about stranger danger, but his mother wasn’t here now, and this small act of defiance pleased him. Miss Isabella drove him all the way home, and her car remained outside the wrought-iron gates of his family’s property until he was inside the door. Sitting in a reclining leather armchair in front of the television was Ferris’s father. He reached toward a side table and impassively tapped his cigar over an ashtray.
“Where were you?” Ferris asked, taking his shoes off before treading across the freshly mopped marble floor.
Averill didn’t turn around. “Be quiet, can’t you see I have the television on?” Some historical fiction documentary about the nineteenth-century Russian tsars was playing.
“Why didn’t you answer the phone?” Ferris demanded, indignant.
This time Averill looked up. “Did you not hear me when I told you to be quiet?”
Ferris asked the housekeeper, Margot, to make him a burger for dinner. Medium rare, with bacon and extra cheese and grilled onions not raw ones, please. He quietly sat in the armchair next to his father and quietly watched the program about the tsars. After that day, arrangements were made for Leah Young’s father to pick Ferris up after school and drive him home.
On the doorstep of Sasha Stark’s lower middle-class suburban home, Ghost frowned. The shade of the awning sheltered him from the unrelenting sun. Which was a good thing, because if he was out for much longer in this heat, he’d start burning. He had almost forgotten about Miss Isabella and her pretty red hair. He glanced over at Charlie, who had her phone pressed to her ear. The memory had seemed so real to Ghost that he marveled at how he and Charlie could be standing side by side in space but exist in two completely different planes of time, oblivious to what was going on inside the other’s head.
Charlie hung up the phone. She relayed to him that Sasha was just about to step into the shower and that they were to let themselves in; apparently her mother wasn’t used to family dinners starting on time. Ghost smiled sunnily. “No doubt your sister’s doing,” he said in a silken voice. “You would never be late to dinner, isn’t that right?” Charlie seemed to catch on to the fact that she was being teased and lightly jostled Ghost. He took a step to catch himself and snickered as she dug in her purse for her keys. “Do you know why women’s clothes don’t have pockets?” Ghost mused as the door swung inward. “Why, to keep the bag industry in business, of course. I would imagine that there’s an inelastic and eternal demand for bags when the only alternative is stuffing items down one’s bra.”
The inside of the house smelled like cloves and nutmeg and slow-cooked meat. Charlie and Ghost walked into a living room with an intimate, square dining table in the center. Four elevated chairs surrounded it. A mismatching fifth one had been hastily added to one side. The table was bare, unset, but the mouth-watering aromas from the kitchen indicated that all the food had already been cooked. Soft cream-colored carpet stretched away from the short foyer, rendering Charlie’s heeled shoes mute as she strode across.
“Shouldn’t we take our shoes off?” Ghost asked automatically, having not yet moved from the welcome mat. But Charlie assured him it wasn’t necessary and motioned for him to step inside. Feeling like he was committing a capital sin, Ghost followed her lead and trod across the carpet in his mirror-polished loafers. Charlie suggested why don’t they find a vase for Ghost’s flowers, which he had forgotten that he was still holding all this time. He nodded decisively, trying to appear as if he’d had the same thought, even though Charlie’s back was to him. “Good idea.” He followed Charlie into the kitchen, the walls of which were covered in green-and-white paper with an ivy pattern. The cabinets were pale golden wood with carved handles, surprisingly ornate. Ghost was busy staring at salt and pepper shakers in the shape of Tweedledee and Tweedledum, and it wasn’t until a long silence passed that he turned around. Charlie had her elbows propped on the edge of the sink and was massaging her forehead with the tips of her fingers. “Something the matter?” Ghost asked, slowly approaching.
Charlie answered with a wet sniffle. Ghost felt a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. Trying not to feel awkward and like he was intruding on something he shouldn’t be seeing, he laid a tentative hand on her shoulder, tracing small circles with his thumb. Charlie visibly collected herself. Her chest shuddered with a deep exhale. She turned her head and pressed her cheek against Ghost’s, her breath warm against his neck. She told him that the cabinet beneath the sink was the one in which she used to hide when her father would go on murderous, drunken rampages throughout the house. Until one day he discovered her hiding place and locked her inside.
“Oh my,” Ghost said, very unsure how to respond. He suddenly felt stupid and petty, lamenting how his own father had refused to pick him up from school when having Jeremy Daniels for a father would have been much, much worse. But he tried not to focus on his own discomfort. Charlie was close to tears, and he had to be there for her sake. He asked the first question that sprang to mind, just to say something. “How did you survive it all? What strategies did you have in place, for when your father got in one of his moods?” Ghost tried not to think about how trivially he had worded his question, discussing strategies as if they were playing a game of tennis.
But if Charlie minded, she didn’t show it. In fact, having any question at all to answer seemed to distract her from her inner turmoil, and her voice became steadier the more she talked. Ghost nodded solemnly, not wanting to interrupt. Finally, when Charlie drew to a stop, he gently pushed back on her shoulders, holding her at arm’s length so he could examine her. She looked anywhere but at his eyes. “You mentioned having a panic attack earlier today. Is this in any way related to that?” he prodded gently, with a thief’s light touch.
Charlie’s eyes brimmed with wetness. Beneath his hand, her shoulder tensed, tendons standing out rigidly. Her swallow was audible. She told Ghost that the dress she was wearing had indeed not been her own choice. “What do you mean?” he asked. A sickening feeling that he would not like the direction of this conversation crept over him. She asked if he remembered Noah. “Noah…” Ghost said, his eyes losing focus. The name was familiar, and he finally placed it. “That sleazeball from the bar like two weeks ago?” Charlie nodded, and ambiguously said about how she owed him “favors.” As such, she had been his unwilling date to the party this afternoon. “What favors do you need?” Ghost sputtered, revolted that his girlfriend was being exploited. “If money is the problem, then you can always just ask me. You know that, right?” Charlie said that it had nothing to do with money. “Is he blackmailing you, then?” Charlie looked Ghost dead in the eyes but stayed silent. “I won’t ask what it is he’s holding over your head. Can you just answer yes or no whether he’s blackmailing you?”
She said sort of.
“That son of a bitch,” Ghost spat. “The next time he comes knocking for any favors, you tell me. And I will kill him where he stands.”
Charlie’s eyes widened with alarm. She told Ghost he couldn’t do that and not go to jail.
He snorted. “Yes, I can. There’s a legal way. Read the rules enough times and there’s always a way.” Ghost’s father had been an expert on using the law to separate customers from their cash. And sometimes, when the law was unbending, Averill had circumvented it entirely.
The trepidation in Charlie’s voice was palpable when she asked if Ghost was going to challenge Noah to a duel.
Dueling was an old Dauntless custom, mostly outdated but still perfectly legal. The reason that it had gone out of fashion was because duels were fought until either one combatant conceded or could no longer fight. The latter condition typically resulted in death.
Just then, something clicked inside of Ghost’s head, like the tumblers of a lock falling into place. For his and Blair’s next plan to work, they needed a guinea pig. One that was alive. So long as he spared Noah upon the conclusion of the duel… “No, I won’t,” Ghost answered decisively. The path forward was clear. “He’s going to challenge me.” A feral grin slowly spread across his face.
A loud rap came from the front door. Charlie jumped, her breath coming in quick pants. Ghost wondered whether she expected to find Jeremy Daniels on the other side of it. Or perhaps Noah, the creep. But Charlie had already informed Ghost that Aubrey and Harper’s little brother would be attending the dinner, too. “Here, I’ll get the door,” Ghost told her, giving Charlie a quick kiss on one high cheekbone. He snatched up an empty vase on the kitchen counter, filled it with water, and placed the bouquet inside. “In the meantime, why don’t you get some plates and silverware and we’ll set the table together?” Charlie nodded numbly, detached herself from Ghost, and dragged herself up before a set of drawers.
As Ghost exited the kitchen and circled the living room, he plopped the vase with the pink and red flowers in the center of the dining table. At the door he briefly tugged on the collar of his shirt, straightening it. Aubrey was halfway through her second flurry of impatient knocks when he swung the door open. “Bonsoir, mademoiselle et monsieur, comment allez-vous?” Ghost said in jovial greeting.
Aubrey’s face turned a dangerous shade of red as her eyes fell on Ghost. Any second now, he expected to see steam gushing out of her ears. While he’d been eager to see her expression the moment that Charlie’s mystery boyfriend was revealed, he hadn’t been banking on such an intense reaction. This, right here, was priceless.
Aubrey was not amused by Ghost’s theatrics. Aubrey was not remotely friendly, or even cordial. She demanded to know what the hell he was doing here.
“Setting the table, of course. Nice to see you too, Aubrey.” Ghost locked eyes with her and curled his lips into a nasty smile, the most condescending in his arsenal. Then he made a show of looking at his wrist, pretending that there was a watch there in place of the thick golden cuff he wore; now there was one on each wrist, after he’d stolen Anika’s bracelet. “Hm, seventeen minutes late. Tsk-tsk, initiates, is this how you repay the woman kind enough to make your dinners?” If it was at all possible, Aubrey’s face contorted further. After letting his charade hang in the air for a second, Ghost winked to indicate that he was kidding. “Messing with you. Now, then. Come inside and help us out, please. Don’t leave all the work to your sister and me.”
Inside, Charlie had already begun to load the table with covered pots and wide bowls of food. Ghost swept into the kitchen and found plates, utensils, and glasses already assembled on the counter. He grabbed an armful and strode back to the dining table, his pace brisk. Ghost folded napkins with crisp efficiency and stacked salad plates atop dinner plates, properly arranging silverware as befitting of a semi-formal dinner. Aubrey stamped up to the opposite side of the table with her own share of dishes and slammed down forks and knives at random. Ghost paused his work and observed her with a critical eye. “Aubrey, may I give you a word of advice? Make sure to put the fork on the left, atop the napkin. And the glass goes on the right. Switch the order of your spoon and knife, too.” It was obvious from Aubrey’s failure to correctly set even a casual dinner table that etiquette had not been a prominent point of her education. Probably not Charlie’s, either. It was another reminder that Ghost had come from a very different social class than the Starks. He suddenly felt glad that he hadn’t worn one of his formal, tailored suits to the dinner, after all. He looked passably fancy in his button-down and slacks; outshining the hostess in terms of fashion would have been in poor taste.
Aubrey flung the silverware down with a lyrical clatter and threw her hands up. With a huff of frustration, she flounced away from the dining table. Ghost rescued a butter knife from the salad bowl it had fallen into and resumed Aubrey’s position at the other side of the table, picking up scattered utensils and rearranging them to perfection. He broke the sullen silence that had descended over the living room, addressing the male initiate—Aubrey’s friend—for the first time. “Thorn, is it? Pardon my curiosity, but I was told that Finley would be Aubrey’s guest for the evening. Did you best him in a duel for your fair lady’s hand?” Ghost took the excuse to look up and analyze Thorn’s face. Yes, this was indeed the same boy who had helped usher Brandish Rose to the hospital upon the violent conclusion of the poker game with Kain and Jarvis. “Say,” Ghost said, narrowing his eyes as an idea came to mind. “You don’t happen to play cards, do you, Thorn? I’ve been dying for a game of spades, if you’ll perhaps indulge me after dinner?” Ghost bit back a cheeky smirk as he measured the other boy’s expression, aware that Thorn had witnessed him rob those two cardsharps in the tavern blind the other night.
 
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Blair Avalon // Female // Age 16 // Dauntless Born Initiate // Divergent
Interacting With: Christian Nerdy. Nerdy. Fable Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1 Beck spyder spyder

No matter what had happened, it never ceased to amaze Blair how easily she could melt into Christian. When her emotions had been a whirlwind of chaos only moments ago, his touch was enough to tame even the wildest waves of fear and despair. What had once been storms in her blue green eyes slowly tempered off into calm seas as she met his gaze and suddenly, it was easier for Blair to breathe. His voice reverberated through her chest and her knees went weak. Her fight or flight mentality slowly dissipated as she leaned into his touch, her head resting on his chest, focusing only on the steady sound of his beating heart. "I'm sorry." she mumbled into the fabric of his shirt, she wasn't sure what exactly she was apologizing for. Everything, she supposed. Sorry that she had run off with Beck, sorry that she had been disappearing so much, sorry that she hadn't come over when she saw him dancing with Fable, sorry that she couldn't control her powers, sorry that she didn't have enough time with Christian. There would never be enough time with him. She nuzzled her nose into him, breathing deeply as if it would help her memorize his scent, she could've sworn she was in a dream, or maybe a simulation. Everything felt too perfect - and then -

Blair heard Fable's voice before she saw her. She felt those nagging tendrils of jealousy and inferiority snake their way through her core as her mind once again brought forth the image of Christian smiling with his arms around Fable as they danced. She tried to swallow it, try to push down those feelings. She liked Fable, she truly did. Christian would thrive with a girl like her... someone warm and caring, steady and reliable. It brought a pain in her chest to even think about it. She finally untangled herself from Christian as she turned to acknowledge the fiery haired girl who had just complimented here. "Thanks, you do too Fable." She smiled softly, but there was no disguising the sadness in her voice. It didn't take long at all for Christian to suggest the three of them find something to do together, and just as Fable claimed she didn't want to interrupt a couples night out, a third voice cut into the air, and Blair couldn't help the sigh of relief that she breathed. Beck had approached the small forming group, and Blair was grateful for his presence. "Well, now there's four of us, so no third wheels here." She shrugged, "Maybe we could go play a few games? Christian and I versus Fable and Beck?" She grinned, knowing that Beckham and Christian wouldn't be able to help getting a bit competitive with each other. "Come on, lets go see what games they have."

The conversation between the group was surprisingly pleasant as they made their way past the game kiosks and snack tents looking for an acceptable challenge. She had hoped that her heart to heart with her younger brother earlier had made him more amicable towards her boyfriend, that was the way it seemed right now anyways. Perhaps now that Beckham knew the truth about Blair's bruises, and where they had come from, he would see Christian for two he truly was. The game that finally caught their attention was a dunking tank. A snarky man who's job was no doubt to annoy patrons into wanting dunk him into the water, sat atop a flimsy looking wood board that would collapse if any of the players were accurate enough to whip a ball into the directly into the target. He had set his eyes on Beck first, arguably the best choice to provoke into wanting to dump someone into a tank of water. The insults were surface level, but just enough to get under their skin. He had made some comment about Beckham's blonde hair that had irked him enough to slap a five dollar bill on the counter, earning him three shots at the target. Blair couldn't help but laugh as she knew her brother was about to send the man careening into the icy water below him.

She leaned in towards Christian, who's fingers were interlaced with her own. "I'm gonna go grab a cotton candy. Do you want anything?" Christian smiled at her, clearly entertained by Beck's attempts to dunk the stranger into the water, but shook his head, saying he was fine for now. Blair pressed a quick kiss against his cheek before following her nose towards the sweet, strawberry flavored sugar that was being swirled onto cones just around the corner. She placed two dollars on the counter, requesting one swirled cotton candy, the blue and pink sugar mixing into a marvelous and delicious combination. As Blair reached for it with a quick thank you, she was sourly disappointed when a hand that was not her own reached forward and snatched the cotton candy before her eyes. Her brows furrowed as she turned to see who would've done such a thing, and her heart dropped into her stomach as her eyes landed on their parallels. A messy head of blonde hair and a devious smirk, Ajax stared back at her, as if daring her to say something. What once would've provoked waves of fear in her, now only roused a mild annoyance. "You owe me two dollars." She snarled, before turning on her heel and heading in the opposite direction. She had no intentions of dealing with Ajax now, but a sharp pain shot through her left arm as a firm grasp latched around her wrist. Blair jerked back against him, not wanting to cause a scene but not wanting to seem helpless either. "Let go of me, asshole." She growled under her breath. "Where's your little boyfriend, Blairbear? Out here all by yourself? Dangerous for someone like you... don't you think?"
 
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Chester Jensen — Transfer Initiate — 16M — Lainey, Sebastian WanderLust. WanderLust. Cassie Nerdy. Nerdy. Shayla Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1

The nervous and fluttery and sweaty feelings that Chester had been having that day could easily be explained away for him. He was nervous because there was such a high volume of people that he was anxious and out of his element. He was fluttery because Lainey had just dared him to steal, which is something he'd never done before. He was sweaty because, well, he was a sixteen year old boy. Which sixteen year old boy wasn't sweaty? Plus, the slight burning sensation of the alcohol was not helping him out in any of the nervous, sweaty, fluttery feelings. Guilt swelled in his chest as he reflected on the moment he was in. He should really find a way to pay back the bar for the stolen bottle of whiskey.
His smile had only faltered for a moment, returning in full swing as Lainey took her own turn in their little torturous game. His friend was much more graceful in her tasting, taking a few delicate sips at a time instead of shooting half the glass in the unceremonious manner he had consumed his own. He suppressed a chuckle as she shivered with disgust. "I told you!" He exclaimed, readjusting the way he was resting in his seat. The two fell in a comfortable silence as his counterpart closed her eyes and seemed to be transported elsewhere. While she swayed and listened to the music that was barely audible to Chet over the bustle of the crowd, his hands found his glass again. Feeling obligated to finish the spoils of his plunder, he held his breath to take another long swig from his whiskey. This time he managed to stifle his cough and repress a gag, though the warm feeling that accompanied the alcohol was unsurprising this time around and he found it to be kind of a fun sensation.
He lurched forward as Lainey rose to her feet, as she seemed unsteady, preparing himself to support her in case she fell. Instead, much to Chet's surprise, she offered him her hand. He stared for a heartbeat or two, surprised the proposal. He grinned, taking it in silence. He'd never danced before, and stood rigidly beside his feminine counterpart, his hand resting— once again, sweatily— in hers. His mind wandered slightly as she guided his free hand to her waist. He could finally hear the same music that prompted Lainey to rise and begin their dance, though it was hard to completely make out over some of the noise. It sounded like a classical ballad, but way too stripped down to be a full orchestra. He could pick out some sort of smaller string instrument being played over a piano. He couldn't tell if it was a violin or a viola— truth be told he couldn't tell the difference between the two, he just knew that a violin existed and a viola existed and string players got awfully testy if you called one the other— but he could tell it was meant to be the lyrical voice in the piece as it whined over a more percussive piano.
Such a weird pick, he though to himself. This doesn't make sense for the venue or the occasion. Or, do bars really play songs to slow dance to? Maybe this was a once-in-awhile occurrence, and the songs typically picked for a change of pace are more bluesy, like the ones back home. Although his hand was poised in the leading position, he didn't feel himself doing much leading. He honestly didn't know how to dance. He'd had his sisters— no, cousins, they're your cousins— stand on his feet while he lumbered around, taking small steps so he wouldn't trip and fall over the younger girls. This felt easier than that. He felt that even if he were to lift his fingers from her perfectly shaped waist, she'd still glide around on the polished wooden floor with the same amount of elegance and grace that he personally felt he lacked— and she would manage to do so in heels! He dared a glance down at his dance partner.
He felt comfortable, for once. In a crowd full of people, he didn't feel so out of place and alone. Even though hardly anyone else was dancing, he didn't feel as though every burning gaze was burning into the back of his neck. Usually, he always felt as though everyone was staring at him. But right now, there was only one set of eyes on him. Chet's blue eyes locked with Lainey's, only a handful of heartbeats suddenly feeling like an eternity, until she broke free and rested her head against his shoulder. He rested his cheek against her hair, taking in a full breath as he did so. To be clear, he was not trying to sniff her, but he couldn't help but notice that she smelt sweet and that she smelt fresh, like summery fruit. He closed his eyes. The string duet started to diminish and the sound of the crowd began to swell, but he wasn't ready to open his eyes yet. The hopeless romantic in him couldn't help but feel this was an important moment in the movie called life. He and Lainey were close and intimate, he should plant a kiss on her hair or whisper some confession of love. That's how it would happen in a novel. Unless they were interrupted by a strikingly handsome man, whose sole goal was to separate them because he and Lainey were better suited for each other and had been secretly in love with each other for the entirety of the novel. He would probably have to be a childhood best friend. But, that was all a silly notion. He and Lainey were just friends. They wouldn't ever be together in a romantic sense.
Chet had barely registered anyone saying Lainey's name before she ripped herself from their tender embrace, causing him to start. He flinched and his eyes flew open, shocked by the jarring movement of his, now former, dance partner. Lainey was practically across the sea of people by the time he caught sight of her, charging towards a man he did not recognize. They had been interrupted by a handsome man. Chet slowly followed after his beloved friend, in a much more casual kind of stride as Elaine gleefully wrapped her arms around the mysterious encroacher of their dance. He had deep brown hair, baby blue eyes that matched her own, and a charmingly crooked is smile on his lips. "Sebastian, I want you to meet my friend Chet - Chester." She said, after inviting Chet to close the gap between himself and the pair. He shot Lainey a puzzled glance, confused by the sudden correction on his name(I suppose Chester is my name, but so is Chet. Chet would have been fine.) while Sebastian extended his hand for a handshake. He blinked at the gesture, hesitating for a moment while he assessed this Sebastian, though the manners his mom— er... Aunt— had instilled in him early on in his youth took over. He firmly gripped the other man's hand and nodded curtly as he took it, offering a polite smile. When the reticent Sebastian implied that the two were more than friends, he chuckled bashfully. "Just a friend," he echoed, his smile breaking into a grin and throwing Lainey a glance. "No need to worry, sir, Lainey and I are just friends." When Lainey clarified that Sebastian was her brother, something in Chet's body eased. A tension he hadn't realized he was holding released and he felt that breathing came just a bit more easily.
At the offer to go shooting, he tensed slightly. He had performed somewhat inadequately during the shooting and guns section during initiation, and while he was certainly okay with losing to Lainey, some proud part of him had sparkled to the surface and did not want to lose to Sebastian who he could only assume came from Erudite like Lainey had and had very little experience with guns in his lifetime. How embarrassing, he thought, if I lost to him what would Lainey think? And once she joined them: And Cassie? He leaned down and spoke softly to Lainey to excuse himself. "Actually, I kind of told some friends I'd meet them here," he said, thinking about Thorn and Griffon, who he was yet to see either of. "I think I'm gonna do a quick sweep to see if I can find them, so I'll catch up with you later?" With a short nod of approval, he turned and quietly left the trio behind in search of his two friends.
Feeling guilty for having forgotten them, he spent some time wandering around the busy area of the party in search of them. Griffon and Thorn were kind people, and he was sure they'd forgive him if he missed them entirely. He finally caught sight of Griffon, though he was engaged in conversation with one of the instructors and in case it was a discussion about something serious(maybe the same kind of serious that Griff's conversation with Fable was), he avoided going over, though did attempt a subtle and polite wave in his direction. Similarly with Thorn, he had managed to catch just a glimpse of the freckle-faced teen leaving for some sort of game with Aubrey just as he had left with her from the dormitory earlier that morning. He did hang around for a short while, just in case one of them became freed up and came to find him. In that time, he had subtly attempted to return the stolen bottle of whiskey, though was too fearful to hop back over the counter. So in lieu of a clever plan and the extra help of a distraction, he discreetly placed the glass container of amber liquid on a far corner of the bar where waiters seemed to be trickling in and out of as people came in, sat down, and ordered. He ordered himself a glass of water from the bar, wanting to stay hydrated in the summer heat, and after a couple of refills he paid and left, intending to return to Lainey, Sebastian, and Cassidy. He sent a text to both Griff and Thorn that read, 'sorry i missed you, hopefully i'll see you later' with a smiling emoticon attached to the end of it.
Leaving the bar, he followed in the direction the three had been walking in when he left them. He was disappointed and a bit apprehensive when he found the shooting gallery fair-style game was void of any familiar faces, resolving to wander up and down the streets until he could find someone familiar. It was quite easy to get lost in the hustle of a growing drunk and excited crowd. He knew he could, and probably should, text Lainey for her location but he didn't want to throw her off her game if she had challenged her brother and Cassie to another game. So instead he wandered, feeling a bit silly being by himself, peeking into tents, attractions, and shops as he did so. By chance, he happened to walk by the tattoo parlor. He didn't actually think he'd find any one of his friends in there, but something in his gut told him to check anyways and lo and behold, the very group he had left a little while ago.
"Hello," he greeted shyly, entering the shop and finding himself very grateful for its air-conditioning. He had grown quite warm(and once again, he was sweaty) venturing the outside streets in search of some good company. He had stepped in at a weird time, missing Cassie's proposal for some more fun that was certainly going to be out of his comfort zone, but stepping in while Lainey's bare back was to him and her brand new tattoo was still on display to him, Shayla beginning to seal the skin with a wrap that appeared to him to be plastic and pinning it down with tape. "Woah, Lainey, your tattoo..." He paused, his steely blue eyes taking in the tattoo's appearance. It trailed down her spine and the white ink made it look like one really badass scar. Suddenly realizing that Lainey was shirtless, he flushed and turned away, wanting to give her some privacy. He was the only member of the group who surely should not see her without her shirt. It made sense to him if Lainey was comfortable with her two girlfriends and her brother saw her shirtless, but wanting to be a genteel guy friend to her and respect her, he kept his eyes carefully adverted from her figure. "It looks really cool." He said timidly, though he tried to project his voice so he could still be heard with his back to her. Shayla said something that he couldn't quite hear, and he followed up with an explanation for his absence. "Sorry I took so long. I was just checking for Thorn and Griffon, since we said something earlier this morning about meeting at the party. But the party is so big I think I missed them." He fell silent, and so did the room. He felt very awkward, standing with his back to the group, and he kept his gaze anchored straight ahead to avoid and accidental glance into a mirror that might reveal too much to him.
The teen rocked slightly, shifting his weight between the balls of his feet and his heels a couple of times. With his back turned, he couldn't hear the best(since, unfortunately, the ears faced forwards), and he wasn't sure if he should fill the lull or not. The longer it was quiet, the more tension built in his chest. He wasn't particularly good at conversation, and there were know about two more people than he was used to dealing with at a time. Say something! He mentally shouted at himself, biting his lower lip in his apprehension.
But what if it's wrong to say something? What if they don't hear me? Or don't want to hear me?
Who cares?! The silence is killing me!
Killing you? It's killing me! But I think it's better if we die than if we say something. What if we say something stupid?
Everything we say is stupid.
Exactly.
Seriously, just say something.

He blinked furiously, trying to shake the anxiety that was coming with the quiet. Usually quiet wasn't so bad, but after being in a loud environment he found the hum of the lights and AC deafening alongside a quickening heartbeat. He could feel his hands start to tremble slightly. He shoved his unsteady hands in his pockets, sucking in a full breath and holding it for a short amount of time before exhaling in an attempt to ground himself before he had any adverse reactions to what should be and could be identified as regular every day life for everyone. Regular everyday life for himself, is what it should be. In all honesty, he was getting very overwhelmed. He could not let any vulnerability show, even if he was overwhelmed. It was too intimate, too close. He'd be judged, ridiculed, laughed at. He pinched at his thigh from the interior of his pocket in a desperate attempt to distract himself. "Just let me know when it's okay to turn around." He said sheepishly, though much quieter than he had spoken before, returning to the comforting motion of rocking himself slightly back and forth.
 
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Maverick Maddox // Male// 18// Dauntless Born // Instructor
Interacting With: Randi Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1

Self restraint was never one of Maverick's strengths. Consequently, it was no surprise when Maverick found the taste of Randi's lips too intoxicating to retreat from. His hands had roamed over her waist and lower back, his tongue had dared to dart in-between her lips, his fingers tangled in her long, blond locks. Every instinct inside of him reluctant to let go. As Randi's nails trailed down the bare skin of his shoulders he couldn't help the small growl in his chest, goosebumps rising on his skin at her touch. It took every ounce of control he had over himself to untangle from the beautiful girl in front of him, and even once he did, he seriously debated going back for more. He leaned in again, only this time, he pressed his forehead against hers, his hands gripped her waist, holding her tightly against him as they both attempted to catch their breath. Their lips were still hovering so close that their breath mingled, and a playful smirk tugged at the corner of Mav's lips. Above them, another firework exploded into beautiful hues of green, though neither of them even flinched at the thunderous noise. His gaze was fixated on Randi's jade eyes as the green fireworks reflected in her irises. "Beautiful..." he muttered, barely even aware that he had said it aloud. She was devastatingly beautiful in a way that made him feel entirely overwhelmed and unworthy to stand before her.

He could've stayed like that forever, and he did for longer than he should've allowed. They were terribly exposed, out in the open like this, both of them still dressed like they were going for a swim in the river, their discarded clothes a few feet away on the rocks. It would be far too easy for someone to spot them now and come to the conclusion that something far more carnal than a kiss had taken place... or was about to. As the burning files crackled, the smell of the lighter fluid began to sting at Maverick's nose. Still, he couldn't bare to part with Randi just yet, his grip on her tightened subconsciously before he finally tore his eyes from her, shutting them for just long enough to take a few paces away from her. He knew he wouldn't have been able to if she set that emerald gaze of hers on him. "You are dangerously close to breaking my self control Ms. Rose." he teased as he reached down towards the rocks where his discarded grey t-shirt lay. He tugged the thing on in one swift motion, before gathering up the rest of Randi's clothes and walking back towards her, offering her the garments. "But we shouldn't stay out here, it's too dangerous." He sighed, knowing that one of them had to be responsible here.

He watched as Randi's gaze fell, like something in her sunk at the thought of them parting ways... and he completely understood it. He didn't want to leave either, wasn't ready to be away from her just yet. "Come back to my apartment with me." The thought had burned its way into speech before Maverick had been able to use his better judgement, and the request hung there in the air as nerves swelled up in his chest. Randi showed only the slightest bit of surprise as she cocked an eyebrow at him. Maverick didn't own the apartment alone... he shared it with Ghost, who he suspected would likely be stumbling in drunk late tonight after the evenings festivities. Ghost could hold it over him... anything that Ghost found out about his relationship with Randi could be used against him, and yet he didn't retract the offer. Wasn't it only this morning that Maverick had walked into the apartment to find Ghost pinning a young Blair Avalon against their kitchen counter? If Ghost truly wanted to pull the holier than thou card, Maverick knew exactly how to even the playing field. "Please?" Definitely out of character, for Maverick to beg a woman to accompany him home.... but Randi was different. Some ominous feeling in his gut told him that she was special.

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Maverick's bedroom could easily be described in one word. Bare. The walls were void of any posters or pictures. The bed covered by a simple grey blanket and white pillows. It lacked any sort of personalization. Admittedly, he hadn't been in residence for very long. Until Caspian's recent passing, Maverick had called the couch in the apartment home. He had only just finished clearing out the rest of his older brothers things. A blank slate, an empty pallet. "Try not to judge me too harshly on my decor." He smiled sheepishly, before sitting down on the bed, his eyes never leaving his blonde companion as she began to explore the bedroom. On his night stand, there was an old copy of 'Lord of the Flies'. Caspian had read it to Maverick when he was younger, which was the only reason Maverick still hung onto it. If Randi dared to look inside, she would find a very old picture of a young Caspian with his arm around an even younger Maverick. It was one of the only photos that had survived the Maddox house fire, so naturally, it was more valuable than treasure to the last surviving Maddox. Randi seemed perplexed as she stared at one of the vastly boring grey walls, and Maverick couldn't help but wonder what she was thinking. Slowly, he approached her from behind, lacing her arms around her waist and placing the gentlest of kisses on her shoulder. "Maybe you could paint it for me." He grinned, placing another kiss along her jawline, then her neck. He had no idea if there was actually any paint in the apartment, though he was sure he could find something for her to decorate the walls with if she so wished.
 
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Charlotte "Charlie" Stark || 20 || Medic || Dauntlessborn


Charlie had not expected such forwardness from Ghost after she had left the end of her compliments hanging so... The shock that she displayed was mostly from surprise and utter disbelief, rather than any form of disgust or betrayal. Charlie had taken Ghost to be rather adverse to intimate activities, that was one of the things that had drawn her to him, and one of the reasons he excited those very intimate feelings within her. He never made her feel like he would take her intimacy for granted, or that he deserved her physical intimacy; Rather he desired her intellect, her conversations, banter and simple quality time. But the idea of doing anything like that with Ghost? Charlie hadn't given it much serious thought, only a small fantasy every now and then, as all girls would have trouble denying, she tried to hide her lack of response as Ghost continued speaking, trying to show that he wasn't asking her if they would, but if she might consider it. Charlie thought to her experiences with Caspian and cringed at the thought of anything like that with Ghost, she thought of how close both Noah and Jeremy had gotten to her before, and again she cringed. But then, her mind transported her back to that visiting day dance, the way that Ghost's lips had intoxicated her and set a fire that she had not felt before, deep inside her heart. When they had lain with each other in that tiny closet, and had danced their fingers against the bare skin of the other... Charlie felt a shiver of delight bounce up her spine and she took a shakey breath. "Let me... uh.. think about it." She said, her mind racing with all the horrible possibilities, and all the delightful fantasies. She blushed a deep red, trying to remove any image that had no right being in her head right now, and focused on the reality that Ghost was here to have dinner with her and her mum, and he had left everything in her hands. He wasn't going to take her as his own, he was going to let her have her own agency and decisions. One of the many things that made her so attracted to him. They finally arrived at Sasha's house, and Charlie began to nibble at her bottom lip as Sasha did not open the door. Had something happened? Had Jeremy come back? Had someone hurt her? Had she forgotten? Was she asleep? Had someone broken in? Charlie went to knock again as Ghost tried to open the handle. Her look of disbelief must have been palpable, as he laughed at his own actions, and went back to standing there dazed as she opened her phone to call her mother.

As Sasha answered the phone, Charlie tried not to laugh at how apologetic Sasha was about not being on time. "It's fine mom, we'll set up, you have a nice shower. Aubrey's not even here yet. Don't worry." Charlie assured her mother that it was okay, and hung up, getting out the key for the door. Sasha and Charlie were the only two who owned keys for the house, Aubrey always asked for one but they had never allowed her one. They kept the front door locked at all times so that even if Jeremy came they would get some warning, as he would knock incessantly at the door. Some people left their doors unlocked when they were inside the house, but not Charlie and Sasha. Charlie finally unlocked the door as she spoke to Ghost. "Sasha is just showering, I told her we could set up?" She suggested as they walked through the front door. Ghost began to give a quip about her mother not being used to being on time and Charlie laughed at his words. "Having three women living in one house, things either get done early or late, never on time." She joked lightly with him. "Don't worry about your shoes." She said in reply to his question, happily walking in her heels, something she did like from Noah's pick of an outfit, and giggled to herself at the look on Ghost's face as he walked inside with his shoes on. She hadn't even thought about the fact that other places might not do this, and wondered what they did do in Erudite. What was the etiquette? Henry had always asked them to take their shoes off... but when he'd died it had become something so small and unimportant that it had just been forgotten. Plus, trying to tell Aubrey to do anything when she was that young was near impossible, and Sasha never wanted to be too harsh on Aubrey. "Let's find a vase for those flowers, they're going to look beautiful on the table." She said, as she tried to think of where a vase might be, having not had flowers in a vase for a while. Thus, when she began flicking through different cabinets and drawers in search for one, she had forgotten to avoid that one specific cabinet door.

The memory hit her like a truck. Little marks carved into a small cabinet door under the sink, worn out bottoms of the cabinet and an all too familiar lock that had never been removed. Charlie was transported to when she was a 13 year old girl, after Jeremy had started coming over every week, sometimes multiple times per week, she had tried hiding from him. She'd tried her bedroom, the attic, the fireplace, the pantry. None of them had ever worked, Jeremy had always found her. But she was a small girl, and she had finally found that she could curl up inside the cabinet under the sink, her body able to mold around the piping under the sink and she could stay as quiet as a mouse inside. Every time Jeremy started knocking on that door, Sasha would usher Charlie into the cabinet and she would close it tightly so that you couldn't notice her at all. Charlie would sit their cramped for hours, and eventually she would hear Jeremy leave (after trying to look for her). Then she would stay there for an extra hour, and would carve a line into the door as a way to remind herself that sometimes Jeremy didn't win, and sometimes she could hide from him. But one day... One day he had heard her, she supposed, and he had found her. But instead of ripping her out, he had looked her dead in the eyes, and had told her that she was going to learn her lesson about hiding from him. Then he had closed the door and made a lock, taking the key with him and telling Sasha that if she unlocked it or broke it that he would come back and kill every single one of them, starting with Aubrey. One day went by, and Charlie believed he would come back to let her go, she had readied herself to apologize and beg for his forgiveness, but he hadn't returned. Two days passed and Charlie's body began to lose feeling, her stomach growled, her throat was dry, and she began to cry for hours on end. It was late on the third day when Jeremy returned, and he had forgotten that Charlie was even in the cabinet, only by a miracle did he bring the key with him and unlocked it. Charlie was too weak to move, and she remembered Jeremy pulling her out by her clothes and holding her limply above the floor like a ragdoll. He said many things, none of them pleasant, and dropped her. She didn't recall if he beat her that day, she didn't recall much, but she never tried to hide after that. She didn't even realize that she had been silently reliving this memory until Ghost's touch gently shocked her back into reality. She breathed harshly inwards, sniffling, squeezing her eyes shut and trying not to cry. Stop it. This is meant to be a fun night, a night with your boyfriend, your mother, your sister. Stop reliving the past. That's all that it is. Jeremy is gone. He's not coming back into your life. He won't hurt you again. He won't hurt you again. He's never going to hurt you. Charlie took a deep breath as Ghost asked her what was wrong. "I'm sorry I just... I forgot that I used to hide in this cabinet, to hide from Jeremy. It actually worked for a while.. but then he found me and he locked me in it. I was in there for three days. It.. I... " Charlie stuttered for her words, her body wanting to shake and shiver at the memory and the trigger that it was. No no no, don't go into a panic attack. Not here, not now. Please. Ghost's gentle touch, firm though, helped ground her back to reality.

When he asked her about any strategies she used, she found such relief in that question and her mouth opened almost before she had finished her thought. "Yes... I found different ways to survive during those times... Reading was probably my favourite way, not just novels and stories, even though they were good to escape, but diving deep into research. I loved to research about medicine and anything in that field, to help my mother and me when we were hurt from Jeremy, and to remind me of Henry. I used to do the gardening too, but then I would be afraid that Jeremy would see me from outside, so I instead began to sketch and paint. I'm not very good, but it was a little therapeutic. Dancing helped too, when I wasn't too sore." She breathed a sigh of relief as each word helped her remember those good coping mechanisms and how they had helped her back then. Ghost asked her if this had anything to do with her panic attack that she mentioned. She couldn't make eye contact with Ghost, feeling guilty for how she'd been Noah's date for all of today, that she was not telling Ghost about how she was the number one suspect for Caspian's murder, that she had to prove her innocence and needed Noah to do so. She was worried that Ghost would shove his way into this and fix it his way. Charlie didn't know if she wanted Ghost to fix it his way. "I didn't pick this dress tonight..." She admitted, recalling back to the conversation where Ghost had said that this dress was not so flattering to her. Charlie watched as Ghost's face morphed into accusations and concern. She answered each question to the best of her ability, she tried not to lie but she didn't yet feel able to tell him everything. "Do you remember Noah?" Charlie asked, wondering if Ghost remembered the time he had rescued her from him, when he had drugged her. From Ghost's facial expression Charlie could tell that he did. "Well... I.. Owe him some favours at the moment. And today he asked me to be his date to the party, thus I got this new dress and had to stay by his side. In doing so I bumped into Jeremy." Charlie said. When Ghost told her that he could pay any money she owed, she shook her head. "It's not money.." She dearly wished it was money, money would have been so much easier. Even though Sasha and Charlie were not well off, she could at least find or get money, or even borrow it. But no. Noah wanted her. She worried how far he would ask her to go, in order to clear her name. What was scarier is she wasn't quite sure how far she would go in order to clear her name. When Ghost asked if she was being blackmailed, her lips tightened and she stayed silent, only staring him in the eye. She couldn't tell him about this thing with Caspian. She didn't even know how she would. Nobody needed to know. She didn't kill Caspian. She would prove it. Her way. When he said she didn't have to tell him what it was, she murmured that it was sort of what was happening. When Ghost said he would kill Noah she was quick to shake her head. "No! I mean... please don't kill him. That's not necessary, plus you can't kill him without getting caught and going to jail... I couldn't bear you being in jail." She said, terror in her voice at the thought. Ghost was her rock right now, no... he was her comfort place right now, and without him she didn't have much that made her smile quite so widely. When he began to smirk, she found her burrows furrowing and she wondered what he was getting at... how could he kill Noah without doing so illegally? She widened her eyes. "Please don't tell me you're going to challenge him to a duel." She knew that Ghost was good with a gun, but if he challenged Noah then Noah would pick a weapon, and it wouldn't be a gun, and Noah would kill Ghost... When Ghost said he wouldn't, Charlie was visibly much more relaxed. Then when Ghost said he would get Noah to challenge him, she believed him to be joking.


When the door knocked so loudly, Charlie jumped almost as high as the roof, at least that's how it felt to her. She immediately believed Jeremy must be at the door, and her body stiffened and went cold. But when Ghost assured her that it was just her sister, and said he would get the door while she started setting up, she relaxed, and his touch and kiss warmed her, relaxing her tension and helping her feel better. "Thank you." She said, as he turned to put the flowers in a vase and get the door. She watched him, her heart soaring at the fact that this was a reality. Ghost was actually here, at her mothers, going to have dinner with her family. He was committing to something, whatever it might be, and was willing to be even a little vulnerable with her. So stop ruining it with all the panic attacks and all the soppy stories okay? Ghost is here for you. Jeremy is gone. Ghost did that for you. Don't let it be for naught. Charlie did feel guilt at the fact she was still having panic attacks when Ghost had done so much for her. She couldn't help it. She couldn't help the panic attacks, and she couldn't seem to shake the guilt. Thankfully Ghost wasn't scolding her for panicking, nor was he directly making her feel guilty, but she did all the same. She began to set the table with all the food. She knew her mother would be out soon, as the shower had stopped, and she couldn't wait to introduce Ghost to her. Charlie immediately felt better as she began to take each dish out of the oven and fridge and onto the tables. There was a lovely, fresh crisp salad (likely from her aunt's family in Amity), there was a shepherds pie, garlic bread and other bits and bobs. When she heard Aubrey's harshness towards Ghost she cringed, she hadn't been expecting such hostility from Aubrey. Surprise and shock? Yes. But hostility? She knew Aubrey didn't like Ghost... but she had hoped her sister would be more genteel towards her... boyfriend. Ghost rolled with it smoothly though, and Charlie tried not to worry about it. Maybe Ghost and Aubrey liked the way they hated each other? Yeah... she'd just try and believe that to be true. Charlie looked up as they all entered the living room, and her eyes lit up at the sight of Thorn. "Thorn! I wasn't expecting to see you!" Charlie walked over to say hi to him. "Is Finn not well?" She asked, looking behind them to see if she could see the boy, but there was no sight of him. When Thorn said that Aubrey had asked him to come in Finn's place, Charlie didn't push to the reasoning. She was welcome from the distraction of listening to Ghost and Aubrey's hostility towards each other, rather... just Aubrey being hostile. When she ended up slamming the plates on the table, Charlie jumped again, expecting them to break. Aubrey stormed off, and Charlie bit her lip. "She's probably just confused. She'll blow it off and come back soon... Anyway Thorn I.." Charlie was about to tell Thorn about how happy she was to see him, when Sasha finally entered the room, dressed beautifully in a flowing pink/lavender dress. Charlie immediately moved over to Ghost and gripped his hand, leading him over to her mother, chocolate eyes excited and her heart beating terribly. "Ghost, this is my mom, Sasha; And mom, this is Ghost my... " Charlie blushed deeply as she looked at Ghost, the word boyfriend hovering on her lips but not yet comfortable enough to say it.

Interacting with: Ghost Aviator Aviator Thorn Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1 Aubrey



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Griffon Morvo || 17 16 || Initiate || Abnegation Transfer

Griffon could not hide his shock and surprise when Bloom asked if she could join him in his simulation. For a moment he presumed she must be joking, as that seemed like something that would be impossible, but he could tell pretty quickly that she was being genuine and honest. He blinked a few times as he began to process the question, trying to think on whether he would be comfortable with her being in the simulation, and whether Bloom would end up regretting the suggestion. He soon came to the conclusion that he would be happy for Bloom to accompany him in the simulation, but that he wasn't sure whether Cassidy would be, given that she wasn't here though, he knew he had to make the decision himself. Bloom had already witnessed the simulation from the outside, surely if she were inside the simulation then she would only see the same stuff, in which case, he couldn't see any harm. "I didn't know that was even possible! I would be happy for you to join me... Though I do hope that it doesn't bother you too much, or put my fear onto you." Griffon relayed his concern, but Bloom brushed the concern away by saying that she would have the benefit of experiencing the simulation without believing it to be real, similar to watching it, but that she would have better ability to understand what Griffon is going through and see things first hand like he does. Griffon nodded along, as he hopped back into the chair he had been in not too long ago, and readied his neck for her to give him the simulation. "Thank you Bloom, you are terribly kind." Griffon expressed his thanks to Bloom as she walked over, simulation injection in hand. She smiled softly, warmly, kindly, and injected him in the neck, and Griffon's eyes quickly fluttered closed as a feeling similar to sleep washed over him.

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Griffon listened to the thunder and rain as it rained down on the corrugated iron roof that sat atop the half-built/half-falling down building that they resided in. The concrete walls caused the summers to be blistering hot, and the winters to be freezing cold, there was mold in the corners, rats in every room, gaps in the walls, windows missing, and the roof was dented and let a lot of wind and rain through. Griffon sat up in bed, which was made out of a thin layer of blankets and other soft materials, a balled up towel being the pillow at the moment. Although sometimes they had actual nice things in their house, Griffon had given all of his bedding and belongings to Cas and Luke, and had let himself have all the rattier possessions. He didn't feel pain, cold, heat or.. well.. anything. Cas on the other hand felt it all, and Luke needed good things to keep him healthy. Speaking of his two younger siblings, Griffon looked over to the bed beside him, where Cas lay curled up in her blankets and shivering, Griffon immediately removed his jacket and laid it on top of her, before giving her cheek a kiss and quietly moving away. She needed rest and sleep, having only just gotten over a bad fever, or maybe she hadn't gotten over it yet, she was looking just as ill as she had the day before... His parents had scrounged up medicine for both Cassidy and Luke, but Griffon was pretty sure that there was none left to give to them. As he thought about Luke, his vision was moved to the baby himself, who was lying in his cradle - the cradle itself was falling down about as much as the house was - and seemed perfectly content to lie there. Luke tended to stay silent, even when he was not well or needed things, he would only cry when he was lonely and hungry. Griffon suspected, or maybe his parents had figured out, that Luke had the same condition that Griffon had, and that was why he didn't cry over much, because he couldn't feel much. But that was dangerous, he could overheat, he could freeze... Griffon sighed as he gently rocked Luke back and forth, watching as his baby brother slowly fell asleep in the cradle. Griffon's job was to look after his younger siblings.

That was why the next thing he knew, fear overwhelmed him like it had never done before. Griffon turned around, and he froze. Cas was not in her bed, Cas was not in the room, and Griffon had been facing the door, so Cas had not gone out the door. Griffon's heart dropped into his feet as he ran to the hazardous window, broken into shards as it always was, and peeked outside. It was too rainy to see properly, it was dawn so the sun hadn't fully risen and the light outside was hard to see even without the rain. Cas was gone. Griffon knew he couldn't call out to her, it was too dangerous, he didn't dare wake his parents or frustrate them, and he didn't want to alert anyone unsavory to the fact that his baby sister had just run away. What was she thinking? Griffon mentally scolded himself as he climbed out the window after her, knowing that the fever must have returned and a hallucination of some sort must have caused her to run away for some reason. He had to find her before his parents found out, and before anyone took her, before she got hurt, before... Griffon's stomach churned within him, although he could not feel anything upon his skin, his nerves not responding to outside physical touch, his inner body was alert and overwhelmed, everything in him felt like he was in constant pins and needles, electricity at his fingertips. He began to run, through the rain and darkness, hoping that he would simply run into his sister. As he ran, he could swear he would see a beautiful women every now and then, just around a corner, or just through a window, but each time he looked it felt like she had disappeared. He shook his head, trying to focus on finding Cas. She had to be around here somewhere, he had only taken his eyes off of her for a second.

That was when he saw his jacket, lying discarded on the ground. He WAS on the right track! Cassandra must have dropped it by accident as she ran. Griffon grabbed it and held it to his chest. He had to call out her name.
"Cas! Cassie!" He called out, trying desperately to hear in the rain for a response. The first few times he called there was nothing but rain, but after the third call there was a tiny response in the air. "Griff... Help me.." Griffon's heart soared, but sank again as the voice seemed whisked by the wind one way and another. He couldn't tell where it was originating from, but he knew he had to keep looking. Feeling just as scared, just as fearful, but needing his sister near her, he called out louder and louder, calling her name into the rain and wind and listening for each response, slowly moving forward with each one. After what seemed like an eternity Griffon found Cassandra curled up shivering and wet in an alleyway. She was barely able to call his name, and as soon as he reached her she curled up in his arms, passing out from the exhaustion. Griffon felt relieved that he had found her, but then he realized. He had no idea where he was. His heart began to rocket in his chest, banging back and forth, loud in his ears. Where were they? He had turned so many times in the rain and wind that now he had no idea where he was. Nothing looked familiar, he couldn't see any landmarks that he'd recognize. It was evident that they were lost. His heart sank again, losing all the relief he had just gotten from finding his lost sister, he realized that now the two of them were lost. He gulped with fear as he tried to walk into the rain, but each direction he turned, each building he came to, it was unfamiliar and he couldn't find a single thing that would take him back the right way. The small, 7 year old boy bit his lip, wanting to cry, as he finally found a sheltered nook between two buildings where the water couldn't fall onto them, but only pooled at their feet. He sat on the ground, holding Cas in his arms and trying to breathe calmly. What was he going to do? He couldn't find his way home, he couldn't call out loud enough for his parents, and he couldn't help Cassandra because he didn't know how, plus even if he could she needed to be awake, and no matter how many times he called her name she stayed asleep in his arms. Finally he knew there was only one thing he could do. Hope. He nestled back into the wall, covering himself and Cas with his jacket so they weren't visible. He had to hope that his mom would find him. She always found them. She somehow always found a way. Or else, when the rain stopped, he would be able to see properly. He had to hope. He closed his eyes, letting sleep overtake him. It only felt like a few seconds, but when he opened his eyes, there was no rain and it was light, and in front of him stood a woman with short cropped black hair, she was elegant and sleek and her face seemed equally concerned and upset, she was wet like she'd been in the rain, and she felt familiar to Griffon.

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Griffon awoke, this time though it wasn't with a shock or anything, but quite calmly. He was surprised when he found that Cas wasn't in his arms, but in a few seconds it dawned on him that he was in the real world now, and that had all been a simulation. He shivered from the tension in his body, and glanced over at Bloom. She seemed much more alert than him, but unlike her usual calming and gentle smile, she had a look of deep confusion, and many other emotions that he could not figure out on her face. She was staring at him. "What's wrong? Did something happen?" He asked with concern, hopping off of the chair and walking over to her. She blinked a few times, before calmly and firmly asking him who that woman was that he had seen at the end of his simulation. Griffon frowned, curling up his nose and trying to remember what she had looked like. Who had she been? He remembered in the simulation that he had been hoping his mother would find him. "I think... I think she was my mother? I don't know. Why do you ask?" Griffon asked, watching and waiting for Bloom's response. Something about his simulation seemed to have shaken her this time.

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Lainey Covington // Female // Age 16 // Erudite Transfer
Interacting With: Chet spyder spyder Cas Nerdy. Nerdy. Shay mentioned Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1

As Lainey swiped through the pictures on Cassie's phone, she couldn't help the excited smile that touched her rose colored lips. The tattoo had come out even better than she had imagined, the white ink making it look more like a scar or a mark she had been born with than anything artificial. It felt exceptionally Lainey-like. She had barely even noticed that Shay was slathering on some cold, but soothing, gel all over her back, and while the pain almost immediately subsided, Lainey couldn't help but whine about the fact that she would no longer be able to wear her silk dress with the goop all over her skin. As she handed the phone back to Cas, she realized that more than one of her companions was redder than a tomato, most likely at the notion of her completely bare chest. She understood Sebastian's embarrassment, these kinds of situations never would've arisen in erudite. Perhaps, long ago, Lainey herself would've considered this an act of indecency, but dauntless had driven any body insecurities out of her. She had learned to love her body for all of its flaws and flaunt it without question. Still, she didn't want to continue making Chet and Sebastian uncomfortable.

Lainey grinned as she dug in her purse for an extra t-shirt, she normally kept one in her bag in case she ended up needing to sleep somewhere other than her apartment. The grey shirt was incredibly oversized, and fit Lainey more like a dress, but it was incredibly comfortable. "You can breath now. I'm fully clothed." She giggled, looking from Sebastian to Chet. Sebastian evidently hadn't hear her as he was wrapped up in conversation with Shay and Cas, but Chet finally turned around to face her, and for some reason she felt a blush rise in her cheeks. "I was hoping you'd find us again." Admittedly, Lainey had felt a bit dejected when Chet had gone to find Griffon and Thorn, but she had immediately tried to swallow those emotions. She couldn't let herself get too attached to him, despite the butterflies that flapped their wings in her stomach whenever she was around him. Lainey had never been the type to get nervous around boys... or anyone for that matter. Perhaps nervous wasn't the right word, but some alarm went off in her head when she began to feel those stirrings... the unwelcome aching in her chest that was all too familiar. She should've been trying to distance herself from him, to avoid any of those feelings blossoming further, and yet there she stood, barely a foot away from Chet, unable to keep the grin off her face.

"You really like it?" She asked, doing a little spin as if she would be able to see her tattooed back if she turned fast enough. When he answered saying that he did, in fact, really like her tattoo, Lainey jumped up and down excitedly. "I can't believe I just did that...." The realization that the roses would be on her body forever was suddenly starting to set in. But she was excited about it, and she shrugged as she began thinking aloud. "It's nice... to have something so permanent when everything else feels so temporary." Her eyes flicked down towards her feet for a second as memories washed over, memories of betrayal and heart break, but she quickly shook the thoughts from her head. "Don't worry I'm not going to dare you to get a tattoo." She chuckled softly, remembering how she had convinced him to steal the whisky earlier that night. "Although, you'd definitely look hot with a tattoo." She winked playfully. It was then that Lainey heard Cas speak up, suggesting that their little group continue their adventures further into the night, and Lainey had to admit that she liked the idea of getting to spend more time with Chester, regardless of what they were doing.

"Shay and I have some stuff back at the apartment if you guys just want to hang out?" The offer was extended to everyone, but her sapphire eyes never left Chester as she waited to see what he would say. Lainey and Shay kept their apartment stocked with champagne and other fun things. She hoped her roommate wouldn't mind that she had volunteered them to host. Immediately her thoughts began to wander to harmless games of spin the bottle and truth or dare, and that alarm went off in her head again. She was playing with fire, asking to be burned, but she couldn't stop herself. She had probably been staring at him too long, committing every freckle to memory. His lopsided smile making her go weak in the knees though she would never admit that. "You should come..." for some reason her voice came out as soft as a whisper. "Come on, I won't bite. It'll be fun, I promise." She gentle laced her fingers with Chet's as she began tugging him towards the rest of the group. "Everyone ready?"
 














Thorn




Mood: Complicated

Location: Sasha's House

Interactions: Aubrey, Charlie, Ghost






So much had happened in the last forty-five minutes that Thorn almost felt like he had endured emotional whiplash. A giant cluster of worry had formed in his stomach and grown throughout the day as he witnessed all Aubrey had to endure. Just half an hour ago she was laying on a massage table relaxed and happy as a masseuse worked knots out of her spine and he struggled to politely look away from her open and beautifully decorated back. Then that happiness was robbed from her by the young man Thorn thought would always have her back. Finn and Aubrey were a constant as far as Thorn could remember and seeing the two of them fight and get in each other’s faces like they were seemed so out of place in this world. While the young freckled man was usually incredibly understanding of other's situations, the moment Finn dared to snap back at Aubrey in the manner he did Thorn’s eyes darkened. He wasn’t even fully aware of it until he took a step closer to Aubrey that the blonde didn’t catch but Finn certainly seemed to. It was almost unheard of for Thorn to lose his temper or be seen as aggressive but no matter how hard he fought he could still be prey to his primal urge to protect those he cared for. Aubrey was a big girl and could clearly handle herself but still as Finn tore into her with his words Thorn wanted to make it clear as day that the young man was treading into dangerous waters. Aubrey had already had one panic attack today and was on her way to another incredibly stressful event, Finn didn’t need to try to tear her down at a moment like this and Thorn wouldn’t let him.

Not a moment later Finn was retreating back down the ally he had appeared from and Thorn took a breath to calm himself. He didn’t enjoy feeling such dark and dangerous emotions, it reminded him too much of his father and uncle, it wasn’t how he wanted to live his life or have people see him. By the time Aubrey spun around to look at him the young dark-haired male had nothing but concern shining in his eyes as he looked worriedly at her with his hand resting on her shoulder. He didn’t need to utter a single word to make it clear that he was there for her just as he was there for Charlie and his mother and all the people he cared about, yet being there for Aubrey was beginning to feel…different. He wanted to protect her, to keep her safe, but also loved to see her capable of standing on her own. She was far stronger than he would ever be and he admired her even if he didn’t agree with all of her ideals and methods for handling things. She was a strong and independent woman who he found himself adoring more and more.

Her arms wrapped around his neck and her face was hidden as she buried it against his chest but Thorn knew better than to say anything. Right now she needed to just be, to just exist and process her emotions. She needed to figure out the next best thing for her to do and he knew he would be there to stand by her as she did and to hold her close so she knew she wasn’t alone. Gently he squeezed her so she would truly know he was there for her and with her. When she finally did manage to find her words Thorn was more than ready to listen as his chocolaty brown gaze stared down at her. “Of course, and there is no need to apologize.” He assured her and knew exactly why she didn’t want him to bring it up. Tonight was about Charlie and making sure she was safe from the man who had been abusing her. The thought of someone mistreating the sweet medic made Thorn feel ill and he knew it would take all his control not to give in to the rage when he came face to face with the man responsible for Charlie’s tears and Aubrey’s worry. He was a man of peace and he would do all he could to maintain that peace but he would also make sure whoever was hurting his friend would be brought to justice.

Moments later Thorn was reminding himself of all he believed in and stood for as he watched Ghost walk around Sasha’s house so carefree. He had just seen this man almost get murdered by his father and uncle just the other day, the day Randi got stabbed. Now, this same man, their instructor, was helping to set the table and supposedly abusing Charlie. Thorn was conflicted in so many ways and wondering about all that he thought he knew. Ghost hadn’t seemed like the abusive type the other night when he seemed so worried about Randi, yet Aubrey had been certain that her information about Charlie’s abuser had come from a reliable source. The young man knew exactly how two-faced abusers could be, after all, he had grown up with two of them, but still, something didn’t click right with the young man and he fought his rage knowing he needed more information before passing judgment.

Aubrey wasn’t as reserved with her disdain as Thorn was but he didn’t exactly mind that too much. He supported it even because it came from a place of love and wanting to protect Charlie, that was their entire goal after all. Once inside Thorn waved to Charlie and gave her a smile as he offered to help but was told not to worry about it. Wanting to find some way to be useful and be in the room Thorn picked up an extra chair to put at the table to everyone would fit. It was a simple task and done all too quickly which meant it was time for him to get out of the way. Quietly he stood to the side next to the living room and watched everyone carefully, making it look like he wanted to help but truly examining their body language with the trained eye of someone who had gone through their own personal hell.

Ghost’s approach made Thorn feel conflicted inside but he kept a calm and casual appearance. He wouldn’t react violently to the man but he would do his best to figure out the truth in this matter and above all protect Charlie and Aubrey. As the male instructor began to speak Thorn listened closely and shrugged his shoulders a bit in response. “Finn was unable to make it and Aubrey was kind enough to extend an invitation when she found out I would be dining alone this evening.” He stated casually, not nearly as smiley as he was usually known to be. “I’m sorry, I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint you in the card department. All I really know how to do is clean them up.” He continued and studied Ghost’s cheeky smirk as the older male was seeming to try to make some reference to the undesirable events of the other night.

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Randi




Mood: Comforted

Location: Mav's Room

Interactions: Mav






Entering Mav’s apartment was like entering a world she once knew and yet had forgotten. The place was so…so Ghost, Caspian, and Mav. It made her heart hurt to see the signs of Caspian that still lingered in the small items and decorations. She hadn’t known the older Maddox brother as well as some but she still knew him well enough for it to hurt to know he was gone. It was something she knew ate at Mav as well and she wasn’t certain if she should bring it up or not and hoped Mav would know he could talk to her if he wanted. No matter what she would always have time for him and would tell the heads of Dauntless to piss off for Mav if he asked.

Her lips still tingled with the phantom feeling of his lips on hers. It had been about an hour since the kiss and since Mav asked her to accompany him back to his place and still she felt like the kiss had just happened a moment ago. When he pulled away back on the riverbank she had almost pulled him back in but she resisted her temptations because she knew she didn’t want to push him and risk ruining what they had. It had taken him this long to finally kiss her, if he got too worried she feared it would never happen again. Being in Mav’s arms like that was unlike any touch she had experienced before from anyone else and she didn’t want to risk never feeling it again. When he asked her to come home with him she agreed because she knew there was no place else she would rather be. Mav made her feel cared for and supported but he also made her feel strong and as if they were equals rather than him protecting her. It was weird and wonderful and concerning so she did her best not to dwell on it for too long for fear that her own commitment issues might cause her to mess things up.

Following Mav to his new room, she looked around at the items that littered it and her green eyes caught sight of something she couldn’t resist picking up. Jade orbs scanned the cover of the ‘Lord of the Flies' and she gently ran her finger along the well-worn spine of the book. “I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature.” She stated as she gently thumbed through the book until her eyes fell on the hidden picture inside. For a heartbeat, she just stared at the two young boys in the photo and let the reality of their fates sink into her soul. Closing the book she pointed a fingernail at the cover. “William Golding said that.” She added as the author's name was written in bold on the cover of the novel. “I think he was onto something.” She added softly as she put the book back on the stand where she found it.

Her eyes continued flitting around the room and she soon spotted a random sweatshirt hanging over the foot of the bed. Sauntering over she picked it up and looked it over, glancing at Mav as she held it up. “I bet I’d look good in your clothes.” She purred with a smile. “Should I try this on and find out?” She inquired as she lowered it but still held it in her hands. Her jade gaze then flickered over to the walls and she was surprised to find them empty of anything at all. They were grey voids with nothing to express the man that dwelled within them. As she looked at them she felt gentle arms lace their way around her waist and smiled softly. Mav’s embrace was warm and comforting as he gently kissed her shoulder, jawline, and neck. He was careful not to irritate her healing stab wound but she doubted she would have totally noticed if he had due to the warmth that radiated from his lips. “Maybe I could.” She replied and turned her head to meet his lips with hers. “Is my creativity something you are willing to risk?” She teased as she pulled away from the kiss to look into his stormy gaze that shone in the dim light of the room.

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

"Perfect idea Lainey, your place will do just nicely. I'm just going to text Griffon to invite him, but I think he might be busy..." Cassie pulled her phone out and quickly flicked it onto Griffon's face in her contacts, her thumb hovered over the call button, but she knew that Griffon would appreciate a text if he was in the middle of something. "Hey Griff Graff, we're going back to Lainey's to play some games and probably do some stupid things, it would be good if you were there, then you could look after us all. <3. Let me know if you can make it." She finished, putting her phone away after sending it to Griffon. She honestly didn't really expect a response but she hoped that he would tell her he was okay, and maybe what he was doing. She felt a little sad that Griffon hadn't been with her all day today, she was terribly protective of him, and he was her rock when she needed protecting. Griffon was like a savior to her, and she knew that she would always lay her life in his hands. There were too many raw memories in her brain of things that Griffon had done for her in the past, how he'd protected her from so much, so many people, and kept her alive, safe, and happy. Their childhood had been awful, but Cassidy actually looked back on it more fondly than one might imagine, and the only reason for that was Griffon. She glanced up at Lainey as she listened to her best friend rant to Chet about how he should join them. She could tell that Lainey was holding back from flirting too hard with Chet, if that were possible, and Cassidy felt a sweet spot in her heart warm at the thought of Lainey actually falling in love... again. She had never truly figured out what had happened to Lainey's last boyfriend, but she never made any mention of him anymore, and he never turned up to say goodbye when Lainey left for Dauntless. Cassidy assumed some sort of thing had occurred, a fight or misunderstanding... But the fact that Lainey was flirting so nicely with Chet made that assumption much more solid. Cas had flirted with Chet to begin with, just as she flirted with all the boys at Dauntless, but after seeing Lainey's interest in him, she pulled back dramatically, not wanting to give the boy the wrong idea, or accidentally steal him off of Lainey without actually wanting him. She knew that Lainey thought there was a secret romance between Cas and Griffon, and Cassidy never tried to dissuade that - as disgusting as it would be if it were true. Because she'd rather a belief that was untrue and harmless go around the compound, than the reality that they were siblings begin to get back to anyone who knew their parents. Neither of them looked exactly like they did as a kid, but if they were seen together and known to be siblings, it wouldn't take people long to figure out who they were, if they knew Cassidy's parents.

She shivered slightly, adjusting her dress to fit a little better as she strutted up to Lainey and Chet. "Of course Chet's coming, otherwise it'll just be us girls and Seb here wouldn't it? And that would be no fun. Let's go!" Cassidy winked at both Chet and Lainey as she swung around and began to lead the way towards Lainey and Shay's shared apartment. She could tell, or at least she was making an educated guess, that Shay wasn't so happy about the choice to do this, and the fact that they were going to her apartment. Cassidy dropped back to give Lainey and Chet some space as they walked, and also to sidle up near to Shay, wanting to talk to her. "Don't worry, we won't trash your apartment. We're just going to lighten up the mood a bit and have some fun. Goodness knows you could use a bit of that." Cas spoke semi-bluntly, though she had no intention of offending Shay at all. Truly she wished that the girl would just strip off and have fun, she always seemed so morose and melancholic... so cold and set apart. But Cas had an inclination that it was a purposeful thing that Shay did consciously, rather than naturally. Thus, Cas liked to prod at her, hoping to see some of what lay under Shay's shell. Plus, Shay was a gorgeous female and Cas was enjoying their witty banter and fun hearted flirting (maybe only from Cas to Shay), but she could tell that the girl was holding back, not wanting to form any relationship of any kind. Cas wasn't trying to get a relationship, she could somewhat care less if Shay didn't want to be friends or even acquaintances. But she did want to be amicable and fun, and that was difficult if people put up a wall before that was even possible. So Cas would continue to prod, and maybe Shay's true colours would come out, or Cas would get a punch to the face. She felt an interesting kinship to Shay, and she wanted to know why. She jogged back up towards where Lainey and Chet were talking together. "I think we should play some poker, and maybe some spin the bottle, truth or dare... You guys have stuff at your apartment to make it interesting, don't you?" Cas asked Lainey, raising an eyebrow and watching for her response. Lainey nodded enthusiastically, saying that they did. "Awesome. Also you look hella cute in that shirt." Cas blew a kiss as she fell back again to walk in stride with Sebastian and Shay.

It didn't take long for them to reach their apartment. Shay unlocked it and gracefully, though maybe a little unenthusiastically, welcome them all in. Cassidy immediately headed to the kitchen, while Lainey retreated to her bedroom to gather the necessary things for the fun activities. "Shay! Dim the lights and play some music would you? Set the mood." Cas spoke this less like an order and more like a cheeky request. She wasn't sure Shay heard or acknowledged her, but soon enough the lighting dimmed and there was some good music emanating from the speakers. Cassidy could hear as Lainey came out with a pack of cards and some poker chips, and also the required equipment for them to get reasonably high, if they so desired. Cassidy went through the kitchen until she found some shot glasses and some vodkha, then also found an empty bottle of wine that had been emptied not long ago. She rinsed it out and then brought it out to where the others had set up. The lounge was pleasantly large enough for the five of them, the floor was carpeted and Lainey had pushed the couch back so that they could all sit on the fluffy and soft carpet around the coffee table - which was round and very low to the ground. Cassidy brought the shot glasses out and placed the vodkha beside them. "I know we probably don't want to have these now, but I thought we might feel like it later." She said, before sidling down between Lainey and Shay. Chet sat beside Lainey and also between Lainey and her brother. She could feel how nervous he seemed simply from this fact, and Cassidy couldn't help but kind of enjoy that. Sebastien spoke up quickly, as Shay shuffled the deck of cards, declaring that he was probably going to have to go soon. "Aww... At least play one round with us? We'll play Rummy and then if you have to go you can. That's when the fun can begin." She winked at the others, watching as Sebastien sighed, but said he could play a game of Rummy. Cassidy took the cards off of Shay and began to deal, explaining the rules to those who were sitting there.

After the round - which Shay surprisingly won - Sebastien said his goodbyes with Lainey and Cassidy giving him a hug. Once he was gone, Cassidy eyed up the stuff that Lainey had brought out, before digging through her own bag as well. After digging for a moment, she pulled out a vape. "Chet, have you ever vaped before? It's really very fun. Lainey has one you can try... It's more pleasant than smoking." Cassidy purred as she took a long breath of the intoxicating substance she had put in earlier. Her eyes scanned over Shay, Lainey and Chet. "Well don't let me go and do it all on my own. All of you better take a huff before we start." She smirked as she watched them all take some, with varying reactions. "okay, now what shall we do first?"

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Bloom




Mood: Confused

Location: Testing Center

Interactions: Griffon






After assuring Griffon that entering his simulation would not harm her in any way she finally managed to get the sweet brunette to agree to go in with him. She didn’t want him to worry about her when she knew that she would experience the simulation like a ghost, an outsider that was able to pass through the fake situation while still observing all that happened within. Griffon wanted answers, he made that very clear, and she wanted to help him get those answers. She knew from experience that her being there would do little to disrupt the simulation. During her time as an initiate, Ronnie had done exactly what Bloom was offering to do except for different reasons. Ronnie was the only person in Bloom’s life currently who knew all of what happened to her in Amity and when Bloom had been determined to find out what had happened to her brother Ronnie agreed to let her use the simulations to revisit old memories so long as she could come along. Bloom had been hesitant at first but in truth, it helped to have someone else there even if she didn’t know it at the moment. Ronnie was able to bring a sense of comfort through the terror just by catching the few flashes of her that Bloom did, even if she didn’t recognize her.

“You never need to thank my Griffon.” She assured him as she prepared the needle. “I will always do whatever I can to help you.” She promised with a soft smile as she pressed the syringe to his neck. Once he had been injected she positioned herself in the chair next to him and lifted the needle to her own flesh. Hers would have a second delay once injected so that she could put the needle down before passing out which is exactly what the brunette did before following Griffon into his simulation.

Her eyes fluttered open and she was standing in a shamble of a home that looked only slightly worse than the shack her family had spent the majority of her life in. In the corner of the room, she could see a young boy putting his coat over a sickly-looking young girl who Bloom quickly recognized as Griffon and Cas. They were so small and instantly Bloom could feel her heart bleed for them. Cas clearly was sick, her forehead coated in sweat that shone in the dim light as Bloom moved around the room. Once young Griffon had finished caring for his sister the lad got to his feet and walked over to a crib where a baby lay looking up at his big brother. Slowly Griffon rocked the cradle and as he did Bloom noted Cas disappearing from the home. It was clear the young girl wasn’t in the right state of mind, likely from the fever, and Bloom had to keep reminding herself that Cas would in fact survive this night.

It wasn’t long after that Griffon realized his sister was missing and silently took off into the pouring rain after her. Bloom was there every step of the way, around corners, following both Cas and Griffon’s footsteps, and a few times it almost seemed as if Griffon might have spotted her. She kept out of the way as best she could and her heart lurched with joy once Griffon managed to find Cas curled up in an alleyway. It soon became clear however that not all was well in the world as Griffon looked around with wide eyes that were blinded by the storm. The young boy was as lost as his little sister and the rain did nothing to help give him a sense of direction. Holding the sick girl in his arms Bloom watched as Griffon did his best to shield her from the elements as they took cover in the alley.

So much of what she saw in Griffon and Cas’s life reminded her of her own past. Many things were different but several were the same. The way Griffon held Cas reminded her of when she was small and grieving the loss of her mother, Sage had held her in his arms for hours upon hours as she cried. She didn’t realize when the rain stopped but when it did the brunette blinked in confusion at the figure that appeared before the children. Her gaze would not break away from the ebony-haired woman who stood there looking down at them because she knew that face and she knew it well.

Suddenly the simulation came to a stop and Bloom shot up in her chair and looked at her knees with a confused frown until her gaze drifted up to Griffon. “Griffon?” She began carefully. “That woman…the one in your simulation…” She continued. “Who do you think she is?” She inquired and clearly meant in relation to the young man. The words that came from his lips next only served to confuse her more. His mother? That didn’t make sense. Ronnie would have told her if she had had a kid…right? Ronnie and she had no secrets or at least she had no secrets from Ronnie and she believed it to be the same on both ends. “Griffon, does the name Ronnie Elwood spark any recognition?” She asked and watched his face carefully. When he answered and asked why she ran her hand through her thick brown hair and replied, “Because Ronnie Elwood is the woman in your vision…at least she looks exactly like her.” She sighed and stood up. “Ronnie Elwood lives here in Dauntless and she…she is the closest thing I have to family here aside from Charlie and she never mentioned being a mother,” Bloom informed the young man, wanting to be totally open and honest with him. “But…I haven’t known her her whole life so maybe…”

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


Christian couldn't help the disgruntled and frustrated feeling that he retained once Beck joined the group. Although he and Beck had once been very good friends, they now hardly spoke to each other, except for snarky jokes and unkind words. But he could tell that Blair was happy that her brother was here, and from how he had taken her words to be before, he imagined she was grateful to not just have Fable along with them. Christian wished he could calm any notion that Blair had of him and Fable having any relationship apart from friendship, but he knew that he had no power over that. His experience with girls had not been so much, but had been enough to gain some wisdom in the ways of relationships. Aubrey had never been jealous of other girls, but that was because what they had was just fun. Plus Aubrey didn't have many strong female friends for Christian to flirt with even if he had wanted to. Then with Indira she was jealous of every single girl that Christian ever interacted with, all the while she had been cheating on him with Jackson. However, Christian did feel guilty about the fact that he had been romantically and sexually attracted to Blair while dating Indira, but he would never have done something while still dating Indira. He was an honourable and honest person. So he knew why Blair felt jealous, but he knew he couldn't just tell her that nothing was going on... she wasn't going to fully believe him. He sighed sadly as they all made their way to the games area, to play some game or whatever, he wasn't even sure, having zoned out while Blair had been talking to the group. He could feel his body complaining about the activity he'd done today, but it was soothed by the lull he had taken in the bathroom. He felt clearer than ever before, whilst also in this strange state of in between. He kept his arm around Blair and tried to ignore any looks or words that Beck was saying; Yet, Beck didn't seem to be aiming his words at Chris so antagonistically as he usually did, in fact, the boy had hardly said anything to him, rather he kept watching him, as if sizing him up. Christian wasn't complaining, although he had no fear of Beck, nor did the boy really frustrate him so badly, he was glad to be free of the usual frustrations.

The party had dulled down somewhat, although many people were still enjoying it and having a good time. Many of the people still hanging around were either drunks who were too drunk to make their way out of the area, or people as young as the initiates. All the older more mature Dauntless members had had enough and were now probably enjoying their own private parties at their own homes and private clubs. Christian himself knew that his family was likely throwing their own party at his father's place, and hopefully he'd be able to sneak in with Blair without being noticed, so that they could get some alone time finally. He looked around as they neared the area that held most of the fun activities and games, immediately a snarky man began to insult Beck, to Christian's joy, and was enticing him to dunk him in the water. Beck was more than happy to oblige, and began to throw his three balls. Having known Beck for so long, Christian could tell that the first two balls were just for fun, sailing past the mans head or target easily. Before Beck had thrown the third ball - and while the man was making up many interesting words for Beck - Christian heard Blair ask if he wanted anything, as she was going to go get candy floss. Christian shook his head, "I'm fine, thank you though." He said kissing the top of her head gently and then letting her go from his grasp. He watched her leave, then turned back just in time to see Beck's ball sail into the target, causing the man to fall straight into the water. Christian laughed along with Beck and Fable, and came closer to Fable so that he could talk over the still loud music that was going on. "Any of these games strike your fancy? Beck surely can't be good at all of them.." Christian chuckled softly, shooting a look at Beck which the boy imitated back. When Beck asked where Blair was, Christian motioned with his head towards the food area. "She wanted some cotton candy." He replied. He began to look around as to what they could do next. There were many games and most of them were not games that they usually played in Dauntless, thus he had a wondering thought about Fable's childhood.

"You probably haven't been to a festival or fair have you? Abnegation doesn't really approve of them." He asked in both a question and as a statement. He watched as Fable agreed with how they were not a part of Abnegation environment. Christian nodded along to her, listening as Beck commented on how dull that must have been, or something like that. "I agree, which is why I'm glad you're here with us now. It's much more fun here I'm sure." Christian looked around, trying to see if Blair had come back. It must be a long line. He thought to himself as he noticed that she had not returned. "Let's try one more game before Blair gets back. You did well with axes at the one for all, how about axe throwing?" Christian motioned towards the axe throwing section, which was right next to an archery range and a shooting range. Although they did use real weapons, it was well supervised so that children of any age could participate if they really wanted. The three of them walked up to the axe throwing section, and Christian put down enough money for all of them. They each were given five axes, and stood in a line, trying to get the best score on the targets. Christian watched as Beck easily threw a few of his, before turning to Fable who hadn't yet thrown one. "Here, I'll show you." He offered, standing firmly on the ground and holding the axe above his head, he aimed as best he could and threw it strongly towards the target. He cringed a little as it barely attached to the headboard, knowing that it would have missed if he hadn't readjusted a little lower at the last minute. He watched as Fable copied suit, and began to throw herself. Christian watched her for a few shots, before finishing his own axes. When they had finished, gathering their prizes or scoreboards, he began to feel a bit nauseous out of wondering where Blair was. "Guys, I'm gonna go and find Blair, maybe she didn't have any money. We'll be back soon, don't wait for us." He assured them, as he sauntered off in order to find his girlfriend. It didn't take him long to see her, and not only her, but Ajax with her.

Christian hardly had time to think, as it felt like blood filled his eyes and ears, and a rage grew in his stomach. This was the man who had been hurting Blair just because she was Divergent. He felt a growl in his throat as he saw that Ajax was holding her arm, restricting her, hurting her. Christian didn't even wait to find out what it was they were talking about, he ran forward, grabbing Blair and ripping her away from Ajax with as much strenght as he could muster, only half realizing that she went tumbling across the ground from his pull. "Get your hands off of my girlfriend." He growled like an animal as Ajax laughed at him, Christian's hands clenched into fists as he struggled to stop his anger from bubbling over. This man was something that Christian completely detested, he was an abuser, he hurt people just because he wanted to, because he could. Christian had hurt people, many people, and most of them he loved dearly. But he never hurt people because he wanted to, or just because he could. He never liked what he had done, and never remembered choosing to do it, he felt repsonsible every single time, and he knew it was his fault, but he wished with all of his might that he wouldn't hurt people. Ajax was just cruel, Ajax was disgusting and Christian really wanted to hurt him, that was why it was so hard not to. Christian's mouth was so tight, his jaw so clenched, that he could feel the pain from doing so. "Go away.... I don't... Want... to hurt you here." He said, aware of the crowd around them. He willed his legs to move backwards, but he couldn't move, his body, his heart, his mind, all telling him that he should hurt AJax. Some tiny voice so deep inside telling him that he wasn't even worth living. Christian couldn't hear Blair, or anyone else who was currently trying to get his attention, his focus was only on Ajax, staring him down like a predator. That was why when Ajax took a step towards him, hands shoving him, Christian didn't even think. Christian leaped onto Ajax with a animalistic growl, his hands and body moving and hurting without any sense for what was around him or who might come in between them. Ajax laughed, and CHristian couldn't stand that, as he smashes his fist into Ajax's mouth, feeling the crunch of teeth and bone as his fists connected one after the other. He could feel Ajax hitting him, but all pain was nothing compared to the vision in front of him of Ajax hurting Blair. He began to go full out, suddenly not caring about how Ajax was going to come out of this, as he began to aim at specific body parts ferally, hearing a crack in Ajax's leg, hitting him so many times in the ribs that he was sure most of them must be broken, and then when Ajax faltered, slightly falling down, Christian didn't hesitate to push him down, letting his knee drop to Ajax's chest, hearing a splutter and a crack inside, he began to use both fists to pummel the Avalon boys face. There was nothing inside of Christian except hatred and anger. If nobody tried to stop him, he would likely kill Ajax.

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

Ghost laughed politely at Thorn’s self-deprecating joke, even though it wasn’t particularly funny. He took it as a cue that mild teasing was socially acceptable, and from a hidden reserve of confidence, another saucy remark boiled out of him. “That’s quite all right; fifty-two pickup is my favorite game to break in new players.” The sly curvature of his lips made him look like a cat with a mouthful of feathers, and he punctuated the comment with a wink, as if he and Thorn had a private score to settle after dinner. Other Dauntless men—if Ghost even qualified as Dauntless—boasted about who could bench the most weight, or battle scars they had received in the line of duty. While it certainly would have been disingenuous to say Ghost had no competitive streak, these topics held minimal appeal to him. What piqued his interest were strategy games, and the second that cards were dealt, he transformed from a well-dressed and -mannered teenager into a demon with an insatiable appetite for victory.
“Let me know if you change your mind,” he told Thorn, more graciously this time. Ghost had had perhaps one or two conversations with the initiate throughout all of training so far, so he wasn’t sure whether Thorn was naturally stoic or had been rubbed the wrong way by Ghost’s prodding when his face didn’t shift out of its sullen moue. Whatever the case, Ghost wasn’t overly concerned; he had all evening to sculpt Thorn’s impression of him outside of training.
A hallway creaked, and as one, all the attention in the room shifted to the svelte figure descending a short flight of wooden stairs. Sasha Stark wore a radiant smile and a mauve sheath of a dress with a fashionably ruffled texture. Her hair was so pale it was almost white, and her blue eyes glittered like winter sunlight on ice. She didn’t even look forty; she must have been young when she’d had Charlie. While both women were equally beautiful, it was apparent that Charlie had inherited most everything except her petite frame from her father’s side.
Fingers brushed up against his own, and Charlie was leading Ghost toward the base of the stairs. Where his thumb rested on the inside of her wrist, he could feel the strong surges of her heartbeat. This moment was terribly important to Charlie. With the exception of Caspian, it was likely the first time that she had ever introduced any of her family to a love interest, because Ghost knew dating had been forbidden to Charlie once Jeremy had entered the picture, and she’d been too young to seriously date before then. Depending on the kind of impression that Ghost made, she may or may not invite her future boyfriends to dinner and introduce them to her mother.
Be on your best behavior, he mentally instructed himself. As if on cue, a litany of very interesting and illegal lines of conversation filled his head. Hey, Ms. Stark, did you know that I’m hiding a Divergent from the government? Speaking of the government, we kidnapped and interrogated a Dauntless official yesterday. Care for details? Ghost knew it was just the comedown from being high that was the source of his paranoia, but when Sasha Stark’s powder-pale gaze cut to him, he experienced a hair-raising sensation, like he had forgotten to put on an important article of clothing this morning when he’d dressed. He wondered just how much Charlie had told her mother about Ghost’s connection to Jeremy’s recent and unexplained absences. If Sasha even knew that much about him, she could very likely gather that she had welcomed a criminal into her house. Then own it. Averill’s voice. The thief who steals with a smile and a fancy suit never has to use a weapon to get his mark to do what he wants. Ghost could get Charlie’s mother to like him. He knew that much, and he probably wouldn’t have to try too hard, either. But how could he do it in a way that wouldn’t feel like tricking her?
Suddenly Charlie’s dark eyes were searching Ghost’s for help. Her palm felt warm and slick where it touched his. Ah, hell, he thought as his brain rewound the last few seconds of conversation. Charlie was hunting for a word that could possibly encapsulate her and Ghost’s complicated relationship. “Significant other,” he finished. At his verbal contribution, Sasha’s curious gaze cut to him with an intensity that made Ghost feel like a butterfly pinned to a board for examination. His chosen phrase was a tad stiff, yet he managed to say it with a casual smoothness. He knew the obvious word that Charlie had been hunting for, and he hadn’t wanted to say it. Even saying it in his head filled him with a shiver of uncertainty. Made him feel backed into a corner and suffocated with expectations. Perhaps that was strange, not to voice the word that everyone was thinking, but to do so would have been following a script. And tonight Ghost didn’t want to follow anyone’s script but his own.
“A pleasure to meet you, Ms. Stark. My, the resemblance you bear to your younger daughter is striking,” Ghost observed, as if this were the first time he was ever laying eyes on Sasha. The truth was that he’d glimpsed her once before, when he had followed a strangely behaving Charlie home one day and caught Jeremy brutalizing mother and daughter. But Ghost would rather Sasha not know that for a variety of reasons. He extended a hand to Charlie’s mother, they shook, and Ghost asked, “What’s this?” He disengaged his hand from Sasha’s and pretended to pull a quarter out from behind her ear. Then, in plain view, he made as if to toss the coin from his right hand to his left, except it vanished midair. Ghost opened his right fist, revealing the quarter, and then threw it in a high arc, up into the air and over his head. There was no sound of the coin ever hitting the floor, but when he opened his left fist, a circle of silver gleamed inside it.
Sasha cooed with admiration and asked if Ghost was a magician. No, I’m just high as fuck right now, he thought. Instead he replied, “Magician might be a flattering word. Really, I just know a few magic tricks that I like to ham up for whatever they’re worth at intimate gatherings such as this. As a kid I had a phase where I really wanted to be a magician, though. Right between my pirate and detective phases.” He offered a smile, and Sasha responded that Aubrey loved magic tricks, and whenever she returned Ghost should do another one for her. “Consider it done. I’ll never pass up a chance to show off,” he said jokingly but not untruthfully.
“Anyway,” Ghost said, wishing to express his gratitude for the dinner invitation, “I didn’t mean to make the conversation all about myself. I can’t thank you enough for hosting me, but I hope that won’t prevent you from letting me try. It’s been a while since I’ve received an invitation as sincere as yours.” Which wasn’t something he was just saying to be polite. His socializations with other people almost always came from a practical, mutual usage of one another, no matter how benign. Christian had known Ghost for the drugs he could provide. Blair’s survival aligned with Ghost’s goal to see the faction system crumble, and her unique abilities made that goal infinitely more possible. His sparring sessions with Randi were done to the end of improving their own combat proficiencies. And Anika had sought Ghost out on the dance floor to strike up some kind of clandestine alliance of questionable power and motive.
Whatever the reason, no one talked with Ghost just to talk with him. No one, until Charlotte Stark and her mother who had invited him into their home on account of his inherent value as a person alone. Not because he could teach them some invaluable skill or give them access to an especially rare resource. It felt good. So honest and simple that he almost felt afraid to believe it was real. That he almost felt like he should be doing something useful. Ghost interacted with a lot of people on a daily basis, and he enjoyed many of those interactions. Yet he somehow still felt like he lacked any meaningful connection to most people.
Eventually, Sasha passed him by to properly welcome Thorn. Ghost leaned toward Charlie, wanting to shrink into the periphery of the room where it was just the two of them. “I’d say that went pretty well,” he said, remembering how nervous Charlie had been leading up to the introductions. Ghost had been a little unsure in the moment, too, wondering if he was talking too much or what he was saying was stuff that you didn’t say to a mom according to some unofficial rulebook. No longer having a motherly figure in his own life and not having friends whose parents he met with, the concept of a healthy parent-child relationship evaded him. He knew that Charlie loathed and mortally feared her father, but he knew much less about how she viewed her mother. It fascinated him, and if Ghost were being fully honest, he wanted to know what he was missing out on. Even when his parents had been alive, god knew they weren’t like normal families. Mostly due to the money and the fraud, yes, but there had always been a carefully maintained distance between Ghost and his parents. He’d always been a little jealous of other kids at school who went shopping and to sporting events with their parents, even though he had hated shopping and sporting events at that age.
Ghost resisted the self-conscious impulse to ask Charlie how he was doing, whether or not he was adhering to the proper codes of behavior and making a good impression. He didn’t want to stroke her fears, nor did he need someone else’s praise to prop him up. Instead, he focused on the questions that he had. “Your mom seems like she’s a lot of fun,” Ghost said, meaning it. “Do you guys hang out a lot? What do you do with free time and money? Are you the favorite, or is it Aubrey?”
 
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Shayla




Mood: Mixed Feelings

Location: Apartment

Interactions: Cas, Lainey, Chet






Having a gathering at her apartment wasn’t exactly what she would consider a good idea or a fun time. Still, Shayla knew she couldn’t say no when she had already agreed to continue to hang out and the apartment was obviously the best choice over the barracks. As soon as the door opened and Shay allowed everyone into the home she and Lainey shared Shay ducked into the kitchen to scoop of Lev who was now making his rounds of saying hello to everyone as they regrouped after Sebastien’s departure. Shay couldn’t help but smile as the fluffy golden and orange tom made his way from person to person, rubbing his cheeks and body along them and sniffing them happily as he purred the whole time. She wished she could be as freely affectionate as he was but was but also worried that at this point she truly wouldn’t know how to if it ever became an option for her again. Despite her best efforts Cas was beginning to grow on her and it both annoyed her and made her smile internally. How dare Lainey bring someone such as Cas around, someone who no matter how cold she was would keep coming back and being such a cheeky bastard (in a good way) that Shay couldn’t help but enjoy having her around.

As the group gathered once again on the floor of the apartment Shay poured herself another flute of champagne before holding the bottle up in offering to whoever might want it next. Lainey grabbed it from her and topped off her own glass and as she did Shay caught sight of Cas digging through her bag. After a moment the short-haired initiate brought forth a small device that Shay was rather familiar with and began talking to Chet about it. Icy blue eyes watched her take a long draw from the vape pen and after a moment a cloud of vapor bloomed from Cas’s lips and filled the room with the strong scent of chocolate chip cookies.

Cas demanded soon after that they all take a huff from the pen and once her turn rolled around Shay placed the pen between her lips and drew it in. Her draw was deep and the vapor brought her a sense of calm that she knew well from her own pen that lay in her room. After a moment Shay, much like a dragon, released the vapor through her nose as she was most used to doing. She passed the pen back to whoever in the group was next and took a sip of her drink, watching carefully as Lev moved closer to Cas. She didn’t know much about the girl on an intimate level but she had caught onto the fact that she might have some sort of sensory issue, though she didn’t know to what extent. “If he is bothering you just tell him no.” She informed Cas casually as Lev moved to brush up against her and purr as he had with everyone else. “He doesn’t always understand boundaries, but he knows what no means.” She clarified and knew she didn’t want Lev getting in trouble for unwanted touches.

Looking at the cards, poker chips, empty bottle, and other objects of entertainment that lay before them Shay tilted her head in consideration. She glanced over at Chet and Lainey who seemed to be very focused on each other and a teasing smirk formed on her lips before she even registered it. “Let’s play spin the bottle.” It was likely the champagne talking or perhaps she just wanted Lainey to get on with her crush so she didn’t have to hear about it for the next week and a half but the words were out of her mouth before she even realized the thought had formed. She looked around at the group and shrugged her shoulders casually. “You all mentioned it earlier so I assumed you would still want to get to it at some point this evening?” She pointed out as she took another sip of champagne and pushed her hair out of her face.

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Fable




Mood: Concerned

Location: Party

Interactions: Chris, Beck, Blair






Ax throwing was fun and Fable found herself enjoying her time with Chris, as a friend of course, and getting to know Beck as well. She wished Blair had stuck around a little while longer but knew she would likely be back with Chris any second now with cotton candy in hand. Her fingers were wrapped around a little toy katana she had won as a prize from the ax-throwing booth and playfully she held it up to Beck as if challenging him to a duel. If he responded to the fun little jest she missed it when a noise in the crowd a little ways away from them drew her attention and caused her head to whip around, fiery hair fanning as she did so. While she couldn’t see exactly what was going on she could manage to make out voices through the crowd that sounded like Chris and Blair and someone Fable didn’t recognize.

Instantly the redhead spun on her feet and charged through the crowd, doing her best to follow the noise. She wasn’t sure if Beck had followed her but she vaguely remembered saying something about Blair and Chris so in the back of her mind she was almost certain he was on her tail. With little care for making friends or being polite in a moment like this Fable shoved her way past and through several small and large groups that got in her way, the Abnegation transfer acting like her own personal steamroller through the crowd. “Blair? Chris?” She called out and changed direction as she zeroed in on their location.

Stumbling out of a throng of bodies and spotting Blair not too far off Fable rushed over to her just in time to see Chris land a harsh blow on some guy’s chest. Instantly she could see that Blair wanted to jump in between the guys but one look at Chris told the redhead all she needed to know. If Blair were to get too close right now she would be in for a world of hurt. Chris had that look of unhinged anger that Fable had seen countless times in her father's eyes and for a moment phantom lashings stung across her back. There was no way Fable would be okay watching Blair throw herself into such a situation and so, despite knowing it might make Blair pissed at her, Fable threw herself in front of Blair and did all she could to keep her from getting through. “Blair I know you want to get involved but I don’t want to see you get hurt.” Fable informed the blonde as Blair tried to break past her and almost managed it. “Please, Blair.” She pleaded, her voice breaking ever so slightly as she tried to meet the blonde’s eyes.

Chris was not her father, Fable knew that. Chris was a good guy, an honorable and honest man, he genuinely cared for others and that was something Fable doubted her father even capable of despite his faction. But still, the look in Chris’s eyes at this moment left every cell of Fable’s body on high alert. That sort of rage, that brand of blind anger, it was dangerous to everyone around it including the person it stemmed from. Fable didn’t want Chris to get hurt and she certainly didn’t want him to accidentally hurt someone else because as soon as the rage passed she knew he would feel awful. That was another difference between her father and the boy before her now, Chris would feel bad in the aftermath and she didn’t want him to have to feel that way if she could do something to avoid it. Despite her best attempts though Blair managed to break past her and as Fable tried to pull her back she found herself unable to.

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


Aubrey's head whirled like a carousel, she couldn't wrap her head around the notion that Ghost, Ghost, was the man that Charlie was seeing. In an instant, her opinion of her sister lowered, and her anger and hatred towards Ghost heightened. Something had to be wrong, Charlie must be playing a practical joke on her, a joke that Aubrey was finding disturbingly terrifying. She scowled in disgust as she waltzed into her childhood home, dumping her bag by the door and unceremoniously joining Charlie in the kitchen. She stared at Charlie, watching for a sign of a laugh, of a smirk, of anything that could let Aubrey know that this was a stupid prank, and someone who she didn't know would come out and be the asshole who had been abusing Charlie. But as she stared at Charlie, she could only see happiness, love and desire in her eyes as she looked at Ghost, and the way she was doing everything only cemented the reality that Charlie was dating Ghost. Aubrey's frown only continued to grow as she heard each word that Ghost spoke, and she began to realize that if Ghost was the person that was hurting Charlie, then Aubrey was very glad that she was about to take him down. What Aubrey couldn't understand, was why Charlotte Stark, the beautiful, gentle, sweet medic of Dauntless, who had been a second mother to her, why someone like Charlie would be in a relationship with someone like Ghost. It was like an angel dating a literal demon... Aubrey began to slam the plates and cutlery down unceremoniously as she mentally jotted down how she was going to take Ghost out of the picture. She could see it now, her sister would be free of this tyrant, who was obviously pressuring and bullying her into being with him - that was the only logical answer after all - and then she would make sure that Ghost would spend his miserable life in a jail, or better yet, gone... Aubrey didn't really want to imagine Ghost dead, after having lost her father, Maverick and now Caspian, death was scaring her more and more. So no, she didn't directly want Ghost to die, per se, but she wanted him gone completely from life. As Ghost snidely told her how she should put the cutlery, she found that she couldn't take his snarkiness, his ability to think he's the authority in the house, the fact that he had stepped in and decided what was right in their family, in their house, in their faction. Aubrey slammed down the cutlery. "Do it yourself." She breathed lowly, stomping away up the stairs and into her bedroom. She locked the door, pacing around the room as she pulled out her phone and held it in her hand, Jeremy Daniel's phone number showing on the screen.

She knew she was going to call him, she wasn't about to back down, she wasn't scared, but she wanted to make sure she knew exactly what she should do. She didn't want Ghost to feel threatened and kill Charlie before she could save her, she didn't want him to be tipped off to the fact that she was alerting Jeremy, and she definitely didn't want her role to be known until later. But she did want Jeremy to think the best of her, she did want to make sure she was armed and ready for a fight, and she did need to have a lot of courage. She breathed in deeply, looking at herself in the mirror and counting down slowly, finally tapping the call button as she got to zero, and holding it up to her ear. Unsurprisingly, Jeremy didn't pick up, and Aubrey half wondered if he had in fact given her his number or if she had been duked... but it was Jeremy's voice at the end, asking the caller to leave a message. She hung up before the beep, dialing his number again and holding it up to her ear, she didn't want to leave a message, she wanted to talk to him herself and figure out how everything would go on. Would he come storm the dinner? That would be very exciting... would he send a battle force? Would he ask her to personally bring Ghost in? Would he let her hurt him? Would he... Another voicemail. Aubrey hung up again, this time realizing she needed to know exactly what she was going to say in a voicemail. She paced around her room, heels tapping on the ground like long fingernails of a witch. Her teeth gnawed at her bottom lip and she felt her heart palpitating heavily. She didn't know Ghost's name, only knowing him as Ghost, so that would have to do... She knew he had lived with Caspian and she knew Caspian's apartment so she could give the address to Jeremy. She could tell him where they were currently and what was happening... She could also let him know she was armed and ready to take Ghost down if need be, and that he should answer as soon as possible. She dialed his number again, and waited until the answer message and then the tone before speaking. "Jeremy, it's Aubrey Stark here. I found the identity of the person who has been abusing Charlotte. His name is Ghost, he is an instructor in the initiation, he lives in the compound - I'll send you a text of the address - and he is currently at my mothers home having dinner with us. I am armed and prepared to bring him in if need be, just let me know what your plan is, as soon as possible. Thanks." Aubrey could feel the sweat dripping down the back of her neck as she hung up, her mouth dry, her tongue feeling swollen and her lips sore from the biting. She breathed in and out shakily, almost not believing what was happening in her life. It was time to go down and put on a show of just being Charlie's sister and there to meet Ghost as her boyfriend. She quickly sent a message to Jeremy, putting down Ghost's address, and then Sasha's, just in case Jeremy didn't know the location.

Aubrey readied herself one more time before leaving her room, she removed her heels and replaced them for some nice looking boots which were also handily good for running - and fighting. She tied her hair in a tight bun that wasn't going to get in the way, but also looked nice, and re did her make up so she looked dolled up for a family dinner. She knew that her dress wasn't the perfect outfit for a fight, but she was confident that it wouldn't get in the way, but just in case, she slipped on some bike shorts underneath (you couldn't see them) and a sports bra under the dress. If anything happened to it she would be sad, but she would also be still prepared to fight. She made sure her knives... her knife was in the right place on her person, tucked under her dress but easy to grab. Then she smoothed it all down and stood in front of her mirror.
"You got this. Act reasonably normal. Be ready." She nodded to herself in the mirror as she exited the room, bumping into her mother as she did so. "Aubrey you look beautiful! It's so nice to see you. Did you bring Finn?" Sasha embraced Aubrey warmly, and Aubrey tensed up for a second, before returning the hug. "Unfortunately he wasn't able to make it, so I asked Thorn to join us." Sasha looked obviously surprised, but she smiled anyway, and squeezed Aubrey's shoulder. "Have you met him? Charlie's new..." She didn't manage to finish the sentence as Aubrey interrupted. "Yeah, he's downstairs." She replied, unable to hide the distaste and disgust in her voice. Her mother shot her a questioning look and Aubrey flushed red, not because she was embarrassed with her reaction, but because she knew she needed to act better at the moment to fool everyone. "He's just not what... who I expected. You'll see." Aubrey said, before watching as Sasha descended down the stairs, to the excited voice of Charlie bringing Ghost over to her to introduce to her. Aubrey clenched her fists as she listened to the discussion. Ghost was not Charlie's "significant other", that was much too nice a title for a deadbeat like him. "Abuser, manipulator, hurter, violator" those were all much better words that Aubrey would have preferred to use. She waited till Sasha, Charlie and Ghost had moved from the stairs to another location, probably the table, before quickly descending herself and taking a seat beside Thorn without too much noise or clutter. The table was set nicely, the flowers beautiful and sent a shiver up Aubrey's back from the scent of them. Sasha sat at one end of the table, then beside her on the left was Ghost then Charlie, on Sasha's right was Aubrey then Thorn. Meaning that Aubrey had to stare into the eyes of Charlie's abuser for all of dinner. She couldn't stop the scowl that planted on her lips, and she tried to avoid staring daggers into Ghost as she waited for dinner to start, instead she leaned over to Thorn, and whispered in his ear. "I contacted... you know who... She'll be safe soon." She reached out and squeezed his knee, before sitting up to look at everyone. "So, is dinner ready then?" She asked bluntly, watching for everyone's response.


Interacting with: Charlie, Ghost Aviator Aviator Thorn Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1
 














Vex




Mood: Calculating

Location: Secret Workshop

Interactions: Mentions Bloom






Her fingers glided over the keyboard as she shifted her vision from screen to screen. On one screen she had the little dot tracking Ghost displayed and she had officially marked the location on the programs mapping software. Now any place Ghost went she would know about and her program would track to learn his route and the places he would linger in the longest. Such information could be vital at some point and all of the data she gathered would of course be transferred to Dr. Munro through one of his many extra pairs of hands. On her other two screens, Vex had several documents open ranging from police files, to Dauntless records, even going back to initiation data. Each file she had up was focused on key people she needed more intel on including the Dauntless leaders, Charlie Stark, Maverick Maddox, Ghost, and now Vernal Bloom.

The last name on the list sparked great interest in Vex but also made her brow furrow in confusion. She had only run into the new instructor a time or two but from what she could tell Bloom seemed anything but threatening. She was always smiling, always being so calm and caring and warm to others, it made Vex bored just thinking about it and how pathetic the older woman seemed. Still, Erudite’s golden weapon knew better than to judge a book by its cover. Just because someone like Bloom seemed so harmless and boring didn’t mean she couldn’t still pose a threat. People often mistook her for harmless, especially as of late, but she was the exact opposite, a living weapon with a pretty smile.

Golden brown eyes tracked the words on the screen as Vernal Bloom’s initiation files were hacked and made completely available to her. It was a simple program Dr. Munro had made in order to get information from any system without security and firewalls ever picking up on it being there and if made Vex’s job that much easier. As she scanned the pages and reports in the files Vex noticed that some things seemed to be edited as if the person entering the information didn’t want to put into words all that had happened. “Interesting.” Vex mused and continued to read the reports and store all she learned within the prison of her mind.

It seemed Bloom was indeed more than she expected from her first few impressions. She was one of the top-ranking initiates of her class and seemed to excel in hand-to-hand combat as well as ranged weaponry. The last one seemed to have become a hobby of hers seeing as in other files relating to the brunette instructor awards for archery and marksmanship were listed as well as a few free climbing competition awards. For a girl from Amity, it seemed as though Bloom had done surprisingly well during her early years in Dauntless and continued to do so as she was now an instructor for the new class of initiates. She would have to be someone Vex kept a close eye on and had a contingency plan for dealing with just as she had developed for all other instructors. As pretty as her smile was Vex wouldn’t have an issue turning her laughs into screams if she needed to and part of her even wanted to. It was almost like Bloom’s smiles were a challenge to Vex and a good portion of the young woman wanted desperately to see how long those smiles and insufferable hope would last if they were to face each other one on one.





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


Charlotte wasn't sure how long she was holding her breath for, but it wasn't until Ghost had spoken and Sasha had smiled at his response that Charlie felt the tension quiver out of her shoulders and she wavered on the spot for a second. Introducing Ghost to Sasha was probably the thing she had been most excited about, as she loved Sasha dearly and looked up to her. She wished oh so dearly that she could introduce Ghost to Henry, from what she could remember of her adopted father, he would have loved Ghost. He probably would have disapproved of such a man for Charlie, but he would have liked him a lot. Sasha seemed to be taking quite well to Ghost though, and Charlie was grateful and happy, a beaming smile on her face that she was unable to hide or restrict. She already knew that Aubrey wasn't going to be so inclined to like Ghost, but Sasha was an anomaly even to Charlie, and she hadn't known what to expect. But she needn't have feared, as Sasha beamed, her eye twinkling with joy and some form of cheekiness too, as she bantered back and forth with Ghost, stroking his ego just enough, while keeping him on edge. Sasha had always been an interesting one, she was no doubt the bravest person that Charlie knew, she had gone through abuse for longer than Charlie had and yet that had never impacted her smile, her ability to bounce back, her fearless devotion to family and work. Charlie was so terrified that she struggled to get out of bed in the morning, she struggled to walk alone, she struggled to go to work, to go to a bathroom, to do anything. She wanted peace and so she feared pain, suffering, war... But Sasha seemed to not fear anything, except her daughters getting hurt. Charlie admired her mother far more than she could ever explain, she had tried as hard as she could to emulate Sasha's natural peaceful, kind and gentle nature, and mix it with the intelligence and research that her father had instilled in her. But she had never managed to be as brave and as joyful as Sasha was. Charlie's dark brown eyes glimpsed up the stairs, noticing Aubrey glaring down at them, only for her to look away when the sisters' eyes met. Why does Aubrey look so angry? It's not even disgust, it's pure hatred in her eyes. Does she hate Ghost so much? Charlie nibbled on her lip, trying to figure out how she was going to keep everyone in the room at peace and having a good time, she had decided this was a good idea but now she was worried that Aubrey would fight with Ghost and what if Ghost fought back... surely he wouldn't but there were always possibilities, plus she hadn't expected Thorn to be here, and although his presence was very comforting she just hadn't put that into consideration...

Charlie was brought out of her overthinking trance with Ghost's presence leaning closer to her, and his voice tickling her ear. As he began to ask her questions about her mum, she thankfully latched onto the distracting and interesting conversation topic and began to speak quickly and with relief.
"She is very fun! For a single mother she's done so well in bringing Aubrey and me up." She wondered what life would have been like, if Henry had not died. Would Jeremy have come back if Henry were there? She bit her lip and took a breath before continuing, trying to ignore the thought of that fantasy. "Actually we do spend time together frequently. I still live here, so we see each other often in the mornings. We don't have so much time for other activities, but we do like to visit Amity, her sister, my Aunt, lives there." She suddenly saw flashes of children, her nephews and nieces, and her throat caught, as she quickly moved on from that line of thought. "Plus, she is a very good card player, and is skilled with darts and other competitive games I wouldn't even know, we used to go and play those back when Henry was here." Charlie smiled, before remembering the other question that Ghost had asked. She chuckled slightly, not even beginning to wonder whether Sasha had picked favorites out of her and Aubrey. "I don't think she would ever admit to having a favorite, but I do remember when we were little, Henry - my dad - would enjoy my presence more, whereas mum had more fun with Aubrey. I was the quiet one, Aubrey not so much. Even so, Aubrey looks up to Henry so much I don't think she ever noticed that he spent more time with me, and well... My mother has never made me think that she likes either one of us more or less." Charlie shrugged almost nonchalantly as she mindlessly twiddled with the leaves of a nearby potplant that was growing a bit too big for its pot. "Aubrey and I have little in common. As you know... So she's a different type of mother to each of us." Charlie smiled, then turned as she heard Sasha call them all to join for dinner. Charlie took Ghost's hand tentatively, took a deep breath, then began to walk over, a smile plastered on her face - genuine, but hiding nervousness. "Please Ghost won't you sit beside me, it will give us a chance to get to know each other!" Sasha spoke warmly towards Ghost, Atlantic blue eyes boring holes into Ghost's being. Charlie giggled slightly as Ghost thanked her for the offer and sat next to her, as Charlie sat next to Ghost and motioned for Thorn to take the seat opposite her. As they waited for Aubrey, Sasha began to speak to Ghost, and Charlie - not wanting to freak out from listening in - decided to speak to Thorn instead.

"How have you found training, Thorn?" Charlie asked, struggling to figure out a topic for them to speak on, but finally landing on that. Thorn seemed to note Charlie's nervousness, and happily began to speak to her. If she were honest, he seemed... tentative, as if there was something he was afraid of, or getting ready for. Every now and then he would glance at Ghost, and Charlie surmised that he was just... in shock - for lack of a better word. She listened happily to him talk of the training and how it was going for him. "And did you enjoy the party today? What did you get up to?" Charlie asked, though she noted that Aubrey was finally making her way to the table, so it would likely start dinner soon. She was surprised at the amount of things that Thorn began to list off, and she wondered that he managed to do so many of those things in the day, but when she realized that Aubrey was with him the whole time it made sense to her. She laughed at that, knowing how Aubrey jumped from one thing to the next, with no worries or thoughts or concerns. She was reckless and often did things without thinking them through, but that was why she was so fun. Aubrey sat down, and immediately leaned over to Thorn, cutting Charlie's conversation off, but she sat back, and turned her focus onto her mother and Ghost. They seemed to be chatting pleasantly, and might have continued if Aubrey hadn't interrupted asking if dinner was getting started or not. As if choreographed, both Sasha and Charlie turned their heads, staring disapprovingly at Aubrey. Sasha sighed slightly, obviously wanting to have reprimanded Aubrey for using such a tone at the table, but sparing her for the time being, she affirmed that they were going to have dinner. She seemed a bit wary about whether to say some sort of grace or not, as that was a custom that many had, but after a second had passed she decided not to, and offered to serve Ghost a plate, and asked Aubrey to serve one for Thorn, since they were the guests. Charlie wasn't sure if this was an unusual thing for Ghost, but she felt happy to watch her mum give such respect and consideration to her "significant other". She liked the sound of those words, she had expected Ghost to announce himself as her boyfriend, and yet it hadn't surprised her at all when he chose a different title to use. He was unconventional like that, and in her head it wrapped up their relationship a lot neater. He was certainly significant to her... She hoped he would become much more significant. Her mind flitted back to their conversation that transpired right before they got home, and she wondered whether it was just the drugs talking, or whether Ghost would truly want to... experiment at all. She herself didn't know her answer.

Once all the food was served, the dinner seemed to move on quite pleasantly. As expected, Sasha mostly spoke to Ghost and occasionally Charlie, while Aubrey was only speaking to Thorn. Charlie herself switched between joining in on her mother's conversation with Ghost, and continuing her conversation with Thorn. However, it wasn't until many minutes had passed that Ghost nudged her gently, informing her that her bag had buzzed a couple of times, and he said he thought she had an incoming call. Surprised, and wondering if maybe it was bloom, Charlie lifted her bag and began to look through it for her phone. Who would be calling her?

Interacting with: Ghost Aviator Aviator Thorn @Sanctuaryforall Sasha, Aubrey - Me


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Sasha Stark || 38 || Tattooist || Amity - Dauntless

This boy that Charlie had brought in, he was an interesting type, and Sasha's eyes twinkled as she looked him over and watched him perform his tricks and spoke eloquently. She hadn't been expecting someone like this, but then again she wasn't quite sure whom she had been expecting when Charlie had told her she had a lover of some kind. Yet, as Sasha began to look over Ghost and listen to him, she could see things about him that she recognized as aspects that Charlie would be drawn to. He was Erudite born, she had to imagine, from his choice of clothing and the way that he spoke... Which meant he already had a link to Henry, and an opposite to Jeremy... He was also not physically massive, and he seemed to be someone who was good at giving respect and making people feel like they were being flattered and looked after. Whether or not he held those values truly, or whether it was an act, that remained to be seen. She excused herself to go say hello to Thorn before dinner started. "It's nice to see you again Thorn, it's been a long time. How's your mother? I should really call on her, would that be inconvenient or would she like that?" Sasha knew that Thorn's mother had a similar sufferings and pain as herself. "Maybe I'll come over in the next couple days and bring her some flowers. I've started growing some in the garden." She said, waving to the window where the garden sat outside of. Thorn seemed to imply that it would be a nice gesture, and Sasha tried to lock it in her memory to do that soon. "Well let's all get ready for dinner then! I wouldn't want my food to get cold." She said softly, as she sat down at the table, and motioned for Ghost to take the seat next to her. She wasn't quite ready to just accept him as Charlie's "significant other" without asking him a few... or more than a few, questions. Charlie had been abused by so many men that Sasha was sure that it would only take one interested man who didn't abuse her, for her to fall in love with them. Maybe she was giving Charlie less credit, but Sasha knew what it was like to find a man who looked after you, and she knew how hard she had fallen for Henry after having been through a relationship with Jeremy. Henry had been an amazing guy, but that didn't mean all men who didn't physically abuse were good, so she was determined to find out more about Ghost. He seemed interesting, and if nothing more, Sasha was interested in playing some games with him. As it seemed that Aubrey was still taking her time to come down, Sasha turned to Ghost and began to start a conversation with him. "So, Ghost, do you mind if I guess your former faction? It's a fun little game I like to play." When Ghost replied that he was more than happy for her to try, she sucked in her lip slightly, pretending to think about it for a little while, but mainly just watching his facial features to see what he was thinking. He seemed to be enjoying the conversation, and maybe he was a bit intrigued on whether she could get it right. "I would have to guess Erudite. You seem smartly dressed, and you speak like my late husband. Did I get it right?" Sasha watched as Ghost answered that she had gotten it right, and he made it clear that if he hadn't known already that she was Amity, he would have enjoyed guessing as well. She laughed. "If you were happy to share, I would be very interested in finding out why you wanted to transfer. I know that's a sensitive topic for many, so I understand if you would prefer not to." Ghost replied very cunningly, saying that if he were to oblige then Sasha would also need to oblige him with some interesting stories from Charlie's younger self. Sasha giggled as she thought that a fair exchange. However, before Ghost could answer her question, Aubrey finally plopped down at the table rudely and demanded to know when dinner would be starting.

Sasha and Charlie's heads whipped towards Aubrey at the same time, and Sasha was surprised at the toxicity in her voice. She knew that Aubrey seemed to have been in a bad mood previously, but this seemed unnecessary... She took a deep breath though, and tried to ignore the attitude, wanting this to be peaceful and fun. "Yes Aubrey. Would you mind serving your guest some food? I'll serve some for Ghost." She declared, standing up so she could reach the different platters. "Now I don't know if you like all of this, so please feel free to leave whatever you don't like on the plate, it gets sent to my sister's farm for the pigs and chickens, so nothing goes to waste." She declared as she served Ghost some shepherds pie, salad and garlic bread. Placing his plate in front of him she did the same for Charlie and Aubrey, before getting herself some and sitting down. "Oh I almost forgot, Aubrey would you go get the sparkling apple juice from the refrigerator?" She then turned back to Ghost, hoping that he enjoyed his meal and found it satisfactory. "Now I do believe you were going to tell me about how you chose to come to Dauntless?" She said, blue eyes boring into him and awaiting his answer. He nodded, swallowing the helping that he had just taken and beginning to think about it, she made sure to listen well as he told her, and she wondered how much of it was completely accurate or simply changed for his own privacy. She didn't really mind, she merely wanted to see what he would say, and the reasonings he would give for such a thing. She thought back to when she had come to Dauntless, she would have been very happy in Amity, but she was so ready for adventure, she was slightly rebellious and when she had found out she was divergent and had some Dauntless within her, she had been spurred to choose it. Although she wished dearly she could take back the pain and suffering that she and Charlie endured from being in Dauntless, she would never take back her decision to come. If she hadn't come, neither Charlie nor Aubrey would have been born, and she never would have met and loved Henry. She wondered whether Charlie would have similar feelings when she grew old, whether she would learn to love Dauntless for the life that she built there, and not hate it for the pain and suffering. Maybe Ghost would be her Henry. Sasha dearly hoped so. As Ghost finished telling her about his story, he again asked her to share the juicy gossip of Charlie. Sasha laughed, taking a sip from the sparkling apple juice in her wine glass.


"Ooh this is fun, I haven't talked about anything like this in such a long time." Sasha pressed her lips together as she looked over at Charlie, watching as she smiled so nervously and happily. "Well, I bet you she never told you about the time she stole our neighbors dog!" Sasha declared, watching as Charlie blushed deeply and hid her face from Ghost. "As you might imagine, Charlie isn't the stealing type, but she used to see this very untidy, beat up and worn out dog who would limp and moan for attention in our neighbors back yard. Charlie was about 5 at the time and she couldn't stand seeing the dog like that, so one day she went out and unchained the dog - almost tearing her fingers as she tried to undo it - and brought it into the house and into her room. She was so worried that if she got found out that the dog would get sent back and be hurt again. So when we found muddy dog tracks all through the house, leading to her door, she desperately tried to lie, telling us some incredibly complicated story for why there was dog tracks, even blaming them on Aubrey, who was barely able to crawl and walk well. Finally she broke down and cried, trying to explain that she just couldn't let the dog be hurt anymore and needed to save him." Sasha watched as Charlie continued to blush in embarrassment to her mother's story. "Well, it turned out that the dog was actually just very old and had started going deaf and blind, hence the untidy appearance, and used to try and get attention by faking a limp. We gave the dog back, apologizing for the mishap, but our neighbors were very forgiving and actually let Charlie keep the dog until he died a few months later." She said, then took another sip as she watched Ghost tease Charlie lightly about the story. After letting the couple chat for a couple of minutes, including where Ghost let Charlie know her phone was vibrating a lot, she turned to Ghost again. "I heard someone mention cards before, I must admit I enjoy a card game, I was thinking we could play some after dinner?" She watched as Ghost nodded enthusiastically. "Good! Whoever loses can whip the cream for dessert. Now, let's continue our conversation, tell me something more about yourself Ghost." Sasha said, a smile on her face.

Interacting with Ghost Aviator Aviator Thorn Sanctuaryforall1 Sanctuaryforall1 Charlie, Aubrey



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

Ghost nodded along to Charlie’s words, unsure how to reply. When she mentioned that she and Sasha would frequently visit her aunt in Amity, he wondered whether that was weird, to visit relatives in a faction from which one had defected. Or was he the weird one for having never met most of his aunts, uncles, cousins, and grandparents? Since both of Ghost’s parents had been transfers to Erudite, they had long severed most of their family ties by the time of his birth. And when they occasionally discussed their abandoned relatives of other factions to him, he couldn’t keep up with all the names to which he had no faces to match. It felt like trying to follow someone else’s description of a soap opera in its fourth season when he had never seen a single episode. Ghost’s mother had originally been from Dauntless and he knew he had an Aunt Lila somewhere in the faction, but he didn’t know what she looked like or where she lived, and didn’t particularly care to. The woman had had ample opportunity to reach out to Ghost and help care for him in the wake of her sister and brother-in-law’s deaths, but she hadn’t even gone to the funeral. Almost no one had, when it had become public knowledge that most of Ghost’s father’s fortune had come from scamming and white-collar crime.
No parents, no siblings, no relatives to whom he was close. Just an ex-nanny turned adoptive grandmother whom he’d turned his back on the day of the Choosing Ceremony. It was one of those moments when Ghost was confronted with the ineluctable knowledge of just how alone he really was. He was grateful when Sasha, in a singsong voice that carried like church bells, summoned them to the dinner table, sparing him from having to reply. Charlie slid her hand into his and they walked together. Ghost rubbed his thumb over the back of her knuckles, cherishing the present moment. He had abandoned Leah, Margot, and then Caspian, who was now dead as a result. He wondered when he would abandon Charlie, too, because Ghost knew it just wasn’t in his nature to go looking to other people for care or nurturing. That’s what the drugs and the cards were for.
Sasha’s eyes were trained on him like searchlights as she made her request for him to sit next to her, revealing that it was simultaneously an invitation and test. A spark of fierce, enthusiastic resolve formed in Ghost as he dipped his head in acceptance. He liked tests, for the competitive goal they posed. “Of course. It would be my privilege,” he responded graciously, taking the seat to the left of the head of the table. Charlie positioned herself on his opposite side, and sitting at him from a diagonal was Thorn, whose eyes were steadfastly lowered to his gleaming white dish, devoid of food. Ghost had just made up his mind to try to engage the withdrawn boy in conversation, but Charlie beat him to it. With nothing else to occupy his attention, he focused on the vacant cavity in the table across from him, where Aubrey was presumably supposed to sit. He found it odd how she had brought a guest of her own to the house and then swiftly vanished up the stairs.
Sasha was talking to him again. Ghost crossed one leg over the opposite knee, angling himself toward her. “I love games,” he cooed in response to Sasha’s proposition to guess his previous faction. “Try all you like.” He kept his face as blank as new-fallen snow, determined to give nothing away. Which perhaps didn’t go so well, because Sasha answered correctly on her first guess. “Is it that obvious?” he asked, slightly crestfallen. The past six years had been a concerted effort to shake off Erudite, to wash his hands clean of the contaminant that was their superficial, sycophantic society, with their pristine three-inch lawns and their designer bags and their aged wines but not too aged. Erudite was his past, and his past was unchangeable. So he saw no point in wasting a single damn minute of his present or future on it; they’d taken enough from him—too much—already.
Not wanting to make Sasha uncomfortable with his brooding, he said, “My apologies for the sullen response. It’s just that I have mixed feelings about my former faction.” If Erudite could even be called his former faction. No one there had cared that Ghost’s parents had been outright slaughtered in their own home, in front of him. All the headlines had revolved around the millions of dollars of dirty money that Jacobi Insurance had swindled from its clients in an elaborate Ponzi scheme. When the ledgers had been adjusted, Averill and Tabitha’s postmortem liabilities had far outweighed their assets, and Ghost was left less than penniless and hooked on a drug he had no means of paying for. He’d become a stain on the glossy surface of Erudite high society, and as such, he’d been eliminated. While they couldn’t officially banish him from the faction, Ghost had been rendered factionless in all the ways that mattered. His parents had become a cautionary tale to all aspiring entrepreneurs and wannabe new money who thought they could cheat the system and rise above their station.
And Ghost would march back to that faction with two middle fingers raised in the air once he had amassed his own fortune, anyway. If it was even still standing by the time he and Blair were done with this city.
All of this went through Ghost’s head in less time than it took to blink, because he had been down this same twisting hedge maze of anguish uncountable times before. To Sasha, he continued, seamlessly, “But I enjoyed playing with you, brief as it was. If Charlotte hadn’t already told me your previous faction, I’d enjoy guessing in kind.” Sasha laughed politely. It was her only pause before inquiring as to what had made Ghost change factions—of course, he didn’t have to answer if he didn’t want to. Sasha leaned forward in her chair slightly, head propped on one hand and the fingernails of the other idly tapping the surface of the table. It was flattering, the attention she was giving him, if slightly intimidating. But Sasha didn’t seem to care about the role of the suburban mother that she was supposed to play. Ghost liked that she didn’t see the need to curtail her natural personality. He recognized a constant hunger in her, be it for time, information, or experiences. It was the same fuel that got him out of bed in the morning.
Ghost waved a hand through the air, dismissing her concern. “No, I don’t mind at all. I am of the mindset that curiosity is a terrible thing to discourage. However, you never get something for nothing.” He flashed his teeth in a feral smile. “Tell me an interesting story about Charlotte and we’ve got a deal.” Sasha laughed again, as if delighted that the information she sought was valuable enough to merit a price tag. But before she could agree to Ghost’s deal, Aubrey thundered down the stairs, taking long, quick strides across the living room floor until she reached the dinner table. She was a tempest of frustration, and when she sat down at the table, Ghost felt as if the furniture should have been distrubed in the wake of her passage. He tried to make a rule of not judging others until he had factual evidence to back up his conclusions, but when Aubrey asked if dinner was ready in a voice flatter than a knife blade, Ghost cocked his head a little bit. Do you think we’ve been twiddling our thumbs all this time just because Baby couldn’t figure out how to set the table? It was the perfect roast, and with acute regret, Ghost held his tongue, knowing it would earn him no points among his current company. Next time, though…, he promised himself.
It wasn’t that he had anything specific against Aubrey Stark, really. He didn’t know her well enough for that. She just seemed like the type of jock douchebag who didn’t have a single profound thought in her head and who would have bullied him mercilessly through initiation if she had been in his class. Like Drex and Harper and all their associate bitches. It was a harsh thought, probably unwarrantedly so, since all he had to go off of was sheer intuition. Ghost knew that he should give Aubrey a chance, even if just for Charlie’s sake. That’s what this night and this get-together were supposed to be about. Besides, if his conclusion was right, he sometimes had fun picking the brains of the intellectually lacking and subtly taunting them. It was like panning for gold: hoping to turn up something valuable that you knew didn’t exist, but wanting to take a crack at it anyway.
Tension swept through the room as both Sasha and Charlie glared up at Aubrey for her thoughtless interruption, letting the silence do all the admonishing. Aubrey just sat there blinking, trying too hard to look innocent in her obliviousness. Eventually, Sasha cleared her throat and suggested they start eating. Without consulting him on the matter, she took Ghost’s plate and served him, ladling seaming heaps of food onto his plate, some from every pot. It filled Ghost with a frisson of anxiety that Sasha felt the need to serve him, but she seemed comfortable doing it. So Ghost didn’t object, knowing that it would only be awkward if he made it that way. His discomfort was eased when she did the same for Charlie and Aubrey, making it look like he wasn’t an especial burden on Sasha’s energy. Still, he couldn’t repress the memory of Margot matter-of-factly telling a child version of himself that, while she was willing to prepare his dinner, she didn’t believe in serving other people. Margot Whist was a black woman. Her comment was the first time that Ghost had ever been made so keenly aware of the lofty position of privilege he occupied as a white male, and slightly apologetic for it.
He was a little surprised that Sasha didn’t have a bigger selection of food for dinner, because while he personally had nothing against any of the choices on the table, someone else who didn’t like one of the foods suddenly had very limited options. However, upon taking his first bite of garlic bread, Ghost was reminded of those restaurants whose whole menu took up less than a full page. They could afford to have low variety because they had every reason to be confident in the quality of the food they did offer. The garlic bread was pleasantly moist yet crisp, coated in oil but not saturated, topped with a translucent cheesy sauce and speckled with oregano. Holy shit. Those snobby restaurants with their abbreviated menus could learn a thing or two from Sasha Stark’s cooking.
Aubrey returned from the refrigerator with a wide plastic bottle in hand and sloshed some sparkling apple juice into Ghost’s glass. He had been overtaken with such ecstasy at the taste of his first hot meal in he wasn’t sure how many hours or days, that he had entirely forgotten the question that Sasha had posed him before they started the dinner. Ghost paused. He watched Sasha from the corner of his eye, still as a rabbit hearing the snap of a snare. “Oh,” he said, garbled around his mouthful of bread. He gladly took the excuse of chewing his food to quietly compose his answer for a few moments, but words evaded him. Even after he had swallowed, his head remained stubbornly empty of anything worth saying. He wondered if this was how Aubrey Stark went through life on a daily basis.
“I find that initiates change factions for two reasons,” Ghost started tentatively, speaking his thoughts as they came to him. “Either because the new faction’s mottos and fundamental principles really click with them and they’re a natural fit and everything’s perfect, or because they’re running from something in their former faction. I would say the ratio is about one to nine. And my reasons fall into the latter category. I’m not special that way.” Aubrey Stark quietly blew air out her nose, as if to contend that Ghost wasn’t special in any way. “In any case, a few months before my Choosing Ceremony—and yeah, I got Erudite, before you ask—I asked myself, Am I doing well? And I looked around myself and didn’t like what I found. To put it bluntly, I felt like I had been mowed down by a Mack truck and was trying to scrape myself off the street each and every day, even when I didn’t want to keep getting up. Erudite… has a very rigid hierarchy with a way of making you feel like that when you don’t conform to their standards. When you’re an outsider, they take every pain to let you know it. There’s no mistaking where you stand.”
Ghost thought of all the kids who had approached him at school, inviting him to the arcade or offering to buy him lunch somewhere. He hadn't even known half their names, but they had sure as hell known his. They were the same kids who had later spilled soda on his schoolbag because that and everything inside it had probably been bought with stolen money. “I was a little scared to change factions, but I think everyone is, whether they admit it or not. That fear was outweighed by the knowledge that, if I didn’t get out then, I never would. I’d be miserable for the rest of my life, and I can’t justify choosing misery when there’s another option. I chose Dauntless because the promise of freedom drew me in. I was seduced by the notion that, if I could just overcome my fears, anything could be within my grasp. Anything. I didn’t want to be told that I was unworthy or that I couldn’t do something ever again. I was a kid who didn’t want to be hemmed in by rules and restrictions for the rest of his life, and Dauntless was a glittering neon sign promising games and pretty girls and complimentary beverages. So I let them take my money.” Ghost looked down at his plate and gave a wide, sardonic smile, listening to how stupid he sounded, bemoaning the hand in life that he had dealt himself. “But when I got here, I found that it’s just the same game with different players. House always wins.”
Silence hung suspended in the air, thick and sticky as honey. Ghost raised his head and realized that, around the table, all eyes were locked on him. Somehow, he had forgotten that his conversation wasn’t just with Sasha; he had narrated his sob story to an audience. To keep himself from fidgeting in his seat, Ghost picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth, despite the fact that he had taken a single bite of food. He felt frivolous and flustered and vulnerable. The color hadn’t completely faded from his cheeks, but he set the napkin down anyway. The way that Charlie was gawping at him as if Ghost had just climbed onto the table and started dancing bothered him most. “My apologies for oversharing,” he said tonelessly. He uncrossed his legs and then recrossed them with the other one on top and turned to Sasha. “Now for that juicy piece of gossip I was promised,” he said, interjecting an upbeat note into his voice.
If the rapid change of topic induced any feelings of awkwardness in Sasha, she didn’t reveal them. She picked up the ball where Ghost had dropped it and kept the conversation rolling smoothly. He listened intently, not interrupting as Sasha regaled them with the tale of a young Charlie taking in a stray dog, grateful for this company, this food, and this night in spite of the misstep he’d made. This gathering of a close-knit family and home-cooked foods was worth a thousand dinners in the snake pit. He picked up the knot of garlic bread where he’d left it on his plate, devoured the rest of it, and reached for another. Grateful indeed.
“You know, if you want a dog, you should have just said so,” Ghost said softly to Charlie after the story’s conclusion. “Just after I had moved in with Caspian, we were considering getting a dog ourselves, but we couldn’t come to an agreement on the breed. He wanted a big dog, and I wanted something that wasn’t, like, a hundred pounds and eats more than I do and would tear the furniture to shreds.” Ghost gave an ironic chuckle. “So we never did, and I took it upon myself to get a snake instead. They’re very low maintenance, and I’m not at home all that often, so it works out. But now that I have the apartment mostly to myself and there’s room to spare…” He smiled meaningfully. Perhaps that was a bit of a stretch, to assume the apartment was explicitly his when Maverick had informed him that he’d be staying for an indefinite period, but it was Ghost’s name on the contract with the landlord, not Maverick’s. Maverick would have to pitch in with the rent first before he got a say in living arrangements. To Charlie, “We can discuss it more later, if you’d like. Hey, you know your phone’s going off like crazy, right?”
Charlie’s purse rested on the floor right next to Ghost’s foot, so he could feel the phone vibrating inside. With a small exclamation of surprise, she bent and scooped up her purse off the floor and excused herself from the table to take the call. Charlie was just gathering her things when Sasha called Ghost’s attention to her again, extending an invitation to play cards after dinner. “You heard correctly,” he said, nodding his interest. “Spades is one of my favorite games, and I haven’t played in forever. If you’re not familiar, it’s a trick game with partners, very similar to hearts. We can only have four players, though, so we can do a random draw before we start the game and whoever picks the lowest card will be scorekeeper.” Ghost’s eyes went wide as Sasha proposed a bet on the outcome of the match. “Whip the cream?” he echoed incredulously, as if Sasha had said slash the asshole neighbor’s tires. Which Ghost, in all honesty, would have felt better qualified to do. “I-I’m not sure I know how to whip the cream,” he said, unsure if Charlie’s mother was speaking literally or if that was slang for something else. “But I’ll learn if necessary. Don’t think for a second that I’ll walk away from a gamble. Besides,” he said, his mouth slowly lifting into an arrogant tilt, “I don’t plan on losing, anyway.”
To her everlasting credit, Sasha set her fork down, looked Ghost dead in the eye, and in a velvet-smooth voice, replied, They never do. Ghost crowed with laughter so buoyantly that he had to reach for his drink. "Damn, Ms. Stark. You really just said that. Ha-haaaa!"
After he had recovered, Sasha asked him to say something more about himself. But Ghost, his mouth full of sparkling apple juice from the swig that he had just taken, politely shook his head and peered over the rim of his glass at Aubrey and Thorn. “I would love to, Ms. Stark,” he said after swallowing, “but I would be an ill-mannered guest to monopolize the table conversation. Aubrey.” He set his glass down with careful precision and cleared his throat as he thought of something to ask her. “Are you as skilled at cooking as your mother? If so, what’s your favorite dish to cook? Or is takeout your preference?”
 
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Griffon's eyes widened at what Bloom said, his head reeling with the wonder of what might possibly be true. "You... you know my mother?" He asked, brown eyes wide and intently staring at the gentle instructor before him. Bloom hesitated, before saying that she couldn't imagine that this 'Ronnie' was his mother, and there must be something off about his simulation or there was another explanation. Griffon felt a tiny bit of relief at the mention that this Ronnie was probably not his mother, but interestingly he also felt a large amount of disappointment. From Griffon's perspective, he had never met his mum, even though Cassidy had told him that he was 10 when they ran away, meaning he had known her for 10 years. But losing all of his memory meant that he had no way of remembering her, as if she'd never existed or they had never met. Cassidy told him much, but she also didn't tell him a lot... She had told him that their parents were dangerous, that they were not good parents, and that at all costs they had to stay away from them. But Griffon couldn't help but feel a selfless love for them, he was sure that they had grieved and searched for both Griffon and Cassidy (or Cassandra, he supposed). "Would you introduce us sometime? Even though she's probably not my mother, I wonder if it would spark any memories or she might even have information. Even if it's just to do with why I saw her in the simulation." Griffon concluded, watching Bloom's face intently. She thought about it for a while, then said that she would check with Ronnie and get back to Griffon on whether Ronnie was willing to do so or not. Griffon nodded enthusiastically, and made like he was going to get off of his chair, but he felt a gentle hand on his knee. When he looked up at Bloom, who stood beside him, she had a beautiful look of concern and care in her eyes. "is everything okay?" Griffon inquired, his heart searching for what might be wrong. Bloom nodded, but she hesitated before asking the next question. "Who is Cassidy to you? She was in both of your simulations, and you were in hers." Griffon felt a sigh deep in his body that he suppressed to the best of his knowledge. Cassidy was going to disapprove of him telling Bloom, but from what Griffon could see, he could trust her, and she seemed to have his best interest in mind.

"You have to keep it a secret. Even from Cassidy... She would be unhappy if she knew I had told you, or opened up anything to you." Griffon said, his words coming out slowly and more assuredly than usual. Bloom assured him that she was a very good secret keeper, and that she wouldn't tell anyone. He knew that he could only take her at her word, but he trusted her whole-heartedly. He pulled out his journal, and played with the cover. "Cassidy is my sister." He said, and he could tell his admittance had not surprised Bloom, so he figured she must have surmised that already. Since neither of them spoke after he said that, he figured he should continue on with his sentence. "I lost my memory when I was 10, I was hit by a car, after surgery I had an infection that - for lack of medical terms - ate away at my memory. When I woke up, I had no memory of anything except my first name." He let his finger trail up to behind his ear, where a large and awkward scar sat. "I was put in the Abnegation orphanage and adopted by Fable's family soon after." He looked at Bloom, their eyes meeting. "I'm sorry, am I rambling? I just want to let you know the story to the best of my knowledge. I trust you." Bloom smiled, squeezing his knee and telling him he could continue if he felt like it, that she was happy to listen to him. He breathed a sigh of relief, not wanting to burden her with anything she didn't want to hear. "Okay. Thank you. Anyway, I bumped into Cassidy one day at school, and I recognized her without knowing who she was. That's when she told me she was my sister... At first I didn't believe her, but as she told me more and more about my history, little pieces would spark my memory. She only told me things slowly, and I would forget them again, so she told me to keep a journal... Sometimes I'm not sure whether I remember things with my memory, or if I'm juts remembering what I've written in my journal..." Griffon trailed off slightly as he thought about how he couldn't quite trust his memory at all. That's why Cassidy was so important to him. She knew more about him than he did. "Thus all I know is mostly from Cassidy's word. But she is my sister. She remembers everything. I don't think she would tell you though, she doesn't even tell me everything. She only tells me what she thinks is best." Griffon smiled at the thought of how much he depended on Cassidy and how she looked out for him so much. She was amazing.

Bloom listened to his story so well that Griffon almost felt guilty for telling her, like maybe she hadn't wanted so much information. But instead, she seemed to muse over his words while she cleared up the simulation equipment, allowing him to really take back in the simulation he had just gone through. What was it again? He closed his eyes, journal open and pen in hand, ready to write what it was he had seen. Ahh... Cassandra had been sick, and Luke too. He had been looking after them when Cas had run away in the storm? Or maybe a storm came later. He remembered following her and getting lost, but eventually finding her. They hid until... that woman, Ronnie, his mother? She came and found them. He opened his eyes, jotting it down as fast as he could, with as much detail as he could, so he could as Cas about it and see how much was just his imagination and the simulation, and how much of it was memory. Surely some of it was real? It had felt so real. He had really believed that he was back in the factionless area, that he was a child, that he was lost. He shivered. He hoped that he would never get lost again, it was hard enough not trusting his memory and not being able to remember, but to be physically lost from all that you know and love? He couldn't imagine being able to live with that. He would always need Fable and Cas near him. Always. Bloom finished with packing the equipment and offered to walk him out of the simulation room, and to wherever he might be going. He opened his phone, seeing that he had texts from Cassidy saying that she was at Lainey and Shay's. "I'm not sure what I'm doing tonight, Cas is already doing stuff and I don't know if I want to interrupt what she's doing just yet. Do you have plans tonight?" Griffon asked. Bloom laughed sweetly, as she teased him, asking if he was asking her to spend more time with him. Griffon's cheeks flared up, that was not his intention at all. "That's not what I meant! I was merely wondering if you wanted company or if you had plans... I'm sorry... That came out all wrong!" He cringed, rubbing his hand through his semi-long brown hair. Bloom gently told him that she was merely teasing him, and meant no harm by it. Griffon smiled softly. "Well at least we can continue to walk until either one of us gets to where we intend to go. I have quite enjoyed our conversations." Griffon said. They walked for a little while, in no particular direction, just away from the training rooms and simulations testing areas. Griffon continued to speak with Bloom about this and that, mostly about initiation or something interesting they saw while walking. But occasionally his conversation dove back to what they were speaking about before. "Have you been in the factionless areas, Bloom? That's where Cas says we grew up. I don't really remember anything specific, but most of my dreams involve places that look a lot like the places in my simulations. Have you ever seen the factionless area? Does it look like that?" Griffon asked.

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