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[WanderLust.]

Maverick Maddox// Instructor// 18 Years Old// Dauntless Born
Interacting with: Charlie Nerdy. Thorn Sanctuaryforall1

Charlie's voice flittered from the exam room, and Maverick briefly exchanged a look with Thorn before shoving his hands in his pockets and making his way back into the room where the blonde was resting on the padded exam table. As he expected, Thorn was quick to rush to her side, asking if she needed anything and how she was feeling. Maverick, on the other hand, hung back... unusually quiet. His facial features remained stoic as his icy blue eyes flicked towards the pulled curtain, where he expected Charlie was examining Blair's blood. He made no attempt to hide the way his gaze scanned over Blair's exposed skin, making a mental note of every bruise that blossomed across her shoulders and collarbone. It almost appeared as though some novice artist had been mixing shades of blue and purple on the initiates upper body, experimenting with different hues and pigments. He found himself once again wondering about where the marks had come from, wondering if it was even his place to say anything about Blair's potentially abusive boyfriend... or was he her ex boyfriend now? Maverick felt like he was chasing his own tail attempting to unravel all the threads of this mystery.

But as a sneaking suspicion began to make itself known in his mind; Charlie pulled back her curtain once more. The two instructors locked eyes for what must've been only a split second, but the look on Charlie's face was enough for him to come to his own conclusions. 'Blair, can I talk to you privately? I think I've figured out what is causing this.' Without any more prompting needed, Maverick turned on his heel, a jerk of his chin the only signal he gave to Thorn as he ushered the other boy out of the exam room with a final glance cast over his shoulder. That girl's whole life was about to change, and there was nothing any of them could do about it. His chest felt heavy as he entered the hallway once more, the only sound permeating the silence was his new boots clunking against the tile floor. He watched Thorn closely, wondering if the other boy had begun to piece together what Maverick himself had. Thorn seemed worried, understandably so, but Maverick was fairly certain that he was just as clueless as Blair was.

"I know it's probably not my place... but I'm telling you this because I trust you, and I think Blair needs you right now..." he paused, the words hanging on the tip of his tongue as the brown eyed initiate stared back at him with concern. "She's pregnant." He hoped Thorn would forgive his bluntness; he had never been very good at sugarcoating bad news. There wasn't much else for him to say anyways. "Something tells me Blair will try to keep it a secret. She's never wanted anybody's pity... and she's not the type to ask for help." He could practically see the blood draining from Thorn's face. He knew he had probably overstepped a boundary, broken some sort of trust, but he wanted to make sure Blair was safe. He took a step forward, closing the gap between himself and Thorn, and placed a hand gently on the other boy's shoulder. "Just keep her away from Parks... I got a bad feeling about that kid." he didn't say anymore, he hoped he didn't have to, and simply patted Thorn on the back before walking away from the exam room. He had outstayed his usefullness, and he doubted Blair would want him here once she found out the news.

Maverick once again found himself out of place, with the eerie feeling that he was a wolf without its pack. Despite himself, he missed Caspian. It made him feel like a child... lost and acutely alone in the world. As he trudged down the almost empty corridors of the dauntless compound, he wasn't entirely sure where he was headed. He could just go home, if he could even call it that, but he didn't particularly feel up for a run in with Ghost. There was always the chance that he could rustle up some company at the bar, but that didn't sound particularly appealing either. The air felt heavy, and Maverick's shoulders sunk as he continued walking wherever his feet were taking him.​

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Randi

Mood: RED ALERT

Location: Street

Interactions: Rhys, Mentions Cas & Ghost

As Randi pulled out her phone to key in the exact address for extra certainty that they wouldn’t get lost she noticed the time and realized she had made tentative plans with Cas to eat tons of junk food and watch the latest horror movie. “One sec Rhys.” She spoke and kept her pace with him. “Cas needs to know I’m not gonna make movie night.” She informed him as she dialed the former Erudite who she had been enjoying her time with these days. For a few seconds, the phone just rang and rang until suddenly there was a burst of sound on the other end. The audio that filtered through the phone was broken and rough, causing Randi to jerk the phone away from her head in surprise at first before pushing it back against her ear a heartbeat later. “Cas?” She called into the phone as she heard a mixture of concerning noises thrumming from the other side and a mixture of voices as well. For a few heartbeats, she stood and listened, trying her best to gather as much information as she could. The voices were Ghost, Jeremy, and several others that she couldn’t quite place. Nothing of what she heard sounded like they were all out enjoying the evening together and instantly Randi’s mind honed in on her need to find and protect.

Randi was many things, some of them good, some of them bad, most of them just questionable. But when it came down to it she was the sort of person who would run headfirst into fire for those she considered friends. While Ghost might say something witty or removed to suggest he didn’t feel the same she had been through enough with him, trained with him, been stabbed once already protecting him, and he had taken her in on one of her worst days. She hadn’t known Cas for long either but already she felt close to her, not in a lovey-dovey romantic sort of sense but instead as a kindred spirit and friend. Cas and her had grown very familiar with each other over the past weeks and they certainly had a connection that qualified her as one of Randi’s people, just like Ghost. Right now her people were in trouble and Randi had no plans of losing either one of them today. Her heart thrummed in her ear and she felt her gut twist as she knew it was awful of her to put aside her search for Blair but right now she KNEW she was needed somewhere else and if she didn’t go now she would certainly regret it later.

“Rhys, I need to go.” She said as she turned and started racing down the street. “I’m sorry. If I don’t see you tomorrow please check the place out.” She called over her shoulder and felt like an ass for leaving Rhys but this was an emergancy and she didn’t want to drag him into the line of fire with her. If something happened to her she had no doubt he would continue the search for Blair, he had the information and the brains to make use of it. She had no doubt that he would be able to follow the clues with or without her. She hated leaving him in the dust when he had been so good to her but not knowing what she was running into made her less than keen to invite him along.

Lifting her phone up as she ran down the street her thumb swiftly danced across the screen. Bright light illuminated her pale face and hair as it whipped out being her, making her look like a wisp or spirit blazing along the Dauntless sidewalk. She had forgotten until now that a few days ago she had Cas had temporarily shared locations on their phones. They had been planning to meet up at some bar down on the other side of the compound and spent forever trying to find each other until finally, they agreed to share locations for just a little while. Clearly, they had both forgotten to turn it off but that wasn’t exactly a bad thing right now as mint green eyes focused on the little blue dot that pinged on her screen. She kept her pace, the souls of her boots thrumming against the ground as Randi raced off to help Ghost and Cas in whatever situation the two had found themselves in. Knowing them it certainly wasn’t anything good.

(To be continued in Vex’s post)

Wolfiee

code by Stardust Galaxy

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Fable

Mood: Worried

Location: Training Center

Interactions: Griffon

The sound of her voice being called caused the young flame-haired female to jump a bit as her focus had wandered off to who knows where. Looking up from where she sat she blinked as she took in the sight of her brother wearing black and looking like he had gotten in a fight with a shower. “Griff?” Her confused look didn’t hide how happy she was to see him as she got to her feet and crossed the padded floor to get a closer look and hopefully a hug. Dark colors were far from what she was used to seeing her adoptive brother wearing, even after all these weeks in Dauntless. He had often stuck to shades of grey that were suitable enough for the edgy faction but seemed more fitting for Abnegation. Despite her issues with the group of supposedly selfless individuals, Fable had never tried to let that affect how she reacted to Griffon’s way of dressing. While she had never meshed well with her birth faction, he had thrived there and she was more than aware that she wasn’t the only one to think so. In the end, though he chose to come to Dauntless with her, and as she looked at him now she couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty. It wasn’t fair to make him have to pick between family and faction, it wasn’t fair to make anyone decide such a thing but she hadn’t cared about it so much until now.

Reaching his side she looked him over for any indication of what had happened to result in him being dressed so darkly and also why he was wet. “Are you okay? What happened to you?” She asked as her mismatched eyes scanned his face and figure for any sign that something had hurt him or someone had done something to him. She hated the idea that maybe someone had harassed Griffon for not looking the part of a true Dauntless male or anything like that. Not knowing the reason for his sudden change in appearance had her mind reeling from one horrible idea to another of what had led to it. “And why are you so wet?” She added with worry in her vibrant green and blue eyes. “I’m sorry, I am not trying to interrogate you…it just isn’t every day you change your wardrobe up so much.” She wanted to make sure he didn’t think he was upsetting her so she did her best to turn her tone lighter. Griffon might not have the best memory but he was always good at reading her and right now she just wanted to make sure he didn’t start to feel guilty for worrying her.

“Come on, do you need a rest? It looks like you have been through something and a half since testing today.” She gently grabbed his hand and guided him towards the bench in the training area where she had been cooling down just a moment ago. Her fingertips padded the spot beside her and she held out a water bottle to Griffon, hoping he would take it and rest for a bit. He looked like he was off at the moment and part of her was considering getting him to the infirmary. “Do you need anything? You are looking a bit pale but that could just be the lighting.” She inquired and tried to point it out without jumping to conclusions. “The infirmary isn’t far from here, I could walk you there and help you out if you need anything.” Fable offered as she used her towel to try and help dry him off a bit. As she spoke she made sure to sign everything she was saying to make it easier for her brother to understand. She knew he had been having issues with his hearing aids earlier and wanted to make sure he knew exactly what she was saying without having to go through the strain of reading her lips.

Nerdy.

 

[WanderLust.]

Blair Avalon // 17 // Dauntless Born // Initiate // Divergent
Interacting With: Thorn Sanctuaryforall1 Briony Wolfiee and Christian Nerdy.

The walk home from the infirmary had been slow and pensive, and although Blair had barely spoken a word the entire walk, she was glad that Thorn was there to accompany her. He hadn't asked for an explanation, which was good because Blair probably wouldn't have given him one anyways. Charlie's words had settled in Blair's stomach like a heavy stone. Pregnant. Even now, she gently brushed her fingers over her abdomen as if trying to feel something that wasn't there. She didn't feel much different. Charlie had given her some pills which had finally tamed her nausea, but she still felt weak and exhausted. When they finally approached the Avalon mansion, Thorn offered to go inside with her, but Blair shook her head. "Thanks Thorn, but I really just need to talk to my sister." Blair's world had been flipped upside down, kicked a few times, and then beaten to a pulp for good measure. But at least she still had Briony. If anybody would be able to help her sort all of this out, it was her twin sister. "Thanks again for walking me home." She wrapped her arms around Thorn in a gentle hug, lingering for just a moment too long before finally breaking away and heading up the steps to the house.

Inside it was eerily quiet. Blair felt as though every step she took echoed throughout the entire building. It was still very early in the morning. The sun was just barely starting to creep up beyond the horizon, and soft tendrils of warm light danced through the windows, leaving streaks of brightness on the wooden floors. Everything felt different, foreign and unfamiliar... but it was all exactly the same. Blair realized in a breath that it was most likely she who had changed, not the house. She took a shaky breath, attempting to adjust to her new reality, and decided a glass of water might do her some good. She took a brief tangent to the kitchen, twisting the faucet of the sink and trying to steady her breathing as she watched the cool water fill up in her glass. She took one sip, then another, careful not to drink too much and risk upsetting her stomach again. Finally, with glass in hand, she decided it was time to go talk to Briony and began shuffling up the large steps to the second floor.

She had walked this path thousands of times in her life, taking a quick left at the top of the stairs and approaching the large wooden door to Briony's room, which was on the opposite side of the hall from Blair's own room. The house was still so quiet, anyone in her family who was here was evidently still asleep. She could hear the faint sound of snoring coming from one of the boys rooms, and it almost brought a smile to her face... almost. Taking one last deep breath, Blair gently rasped the back of her hand against the door. "Bri...?" she called softly, not wanting to wake up the rest of the house. She waited a moment, but didn't hear anything. Briony was likely asleep, her sister had never been a morning person after all. Twisting the golden handle Blair slowly opened the door, taking just a few steps into Briony's room before surveying her surroundings. Just as she had suspected, Bri was snuggled up in her bed, the sheets wrapped around her as her chest softly rose and fell. It took Blair a moment to realize that her sister was not alone however, seeing a muscular arm draped around her sister.

Her eyes trailed the sleeping figure, dragging from his arm up to his shoulder where she caught a glimpse of golden curls, and suddenly she recognized him. Blair heard the sound of shattering glass before she even realized that she had dropped her cup, sending water and broken shards of glass in all directions. The sound was enough to wake up the sleeping couple in Briony's bed, but Blair couldn't move. She felt like she had been kicked in the stomach, and the only sign that she was even still alive was the sharp intake of breath that sounded more like a yelp of pain. "... Christian?" the pair looked just as surprised to see her as she was to see them. She heard him say her name as if he couldn't believe she was standing there, and in a moment he was scrambling to get up, which was when Blair realized neither her sister nor her ex boyfriend were clothed, flinching like she had just been slapped in the face. She had thought the breakup had been bad... but this was worse. Her already shattered heart was splintering and cutting into her chest, her ears were ringing and the back of her throat burned like fire as she fought to keep the tears from spilling down her cheeks.​

 

[Nerdy.]

Christian Parks || 16 || Initiate || Dauntlessborn

The night had passed with passion and then stillness. Lying in bed with a body to warm, a body to hold, smooth skin to touch and the feeling of breath over his chest, Christian slept soundly, calmly and peacefully. He was completely unaware of where he was, his natural inclination to think he must be at home, the body in his bed for some reason didn't seems strange, since the sensation had been there all night, and thus he was used to it, it was actually a familiar sensation that he had missed very much over the last week. He sub-consciously stroked the bare skin that rode over the girls hips and back, tracing the curves and intricacies of her body, he shuffled slightly, enjoying the feel of the expensive silk sheets beneath him and the light fluffy blanket that covered his legs and abdomen. The room had the scent of a dark roast coffee with hints of chocolate, like a Moroccan cafe, and the only sound to be heard was the breathing... That was until the smashed glass.
Christian bolted upright in the bed with a start, being familiar with the sound of smashing glass. In one quick moment he realized he was not at home, he was not in the dorms, he was in somebody else's room that he couldn't figure out in the dark. The door was open, and in the doorway was a silhouetted figure, the one who had broken the glass. With groggy eyes, a thrumming headache and loose body parts he struggled to figure out who it was, as they were shaded from the light pouring in, next to him Briony, for that was who it was, grumbled and rubbed her eyes. He was about to ask what was going on, when the silhouette spoke, and out came his name on the lips of someone he'd often desired it to be said from. In an instant he was fully awake. "Blair?!" He questioned, jumping out of bed to go over to her, before realizing he was fully naked. The last nights activities suddenly hit him like a truck. Going out to drink with Briony and Aubrey, drinking quite a lot, dancing, making out, climbing up the house to Briony's room, playing around and then... Shame coursed over his body, his face not turning red but almost feeling sick. Had he just slept with his ex-girlfriends - the love of his life - twin sister? He wished he could deny it but even those memories began to flow back into him and he quickly groped around the bed for his shorts, struggling to find them even as Briony tried to find her clothes and was half wrapped in her blanket for some privacy. Blair stood like a statue while Christian and Briony fumbled like toddlers. "Blair when... where have you... what..." Christian couldn't get his words out, he felt so much shame that he had no idea what he should or could say. He was closer to Blair now and Briony had finally managed to find something to cover herself with and had flicked on the light, thankfully just as Chris was pulling on his pants, unable to find anything else that he'd been wearing. Eye's from the pair who'd been sleeping together were glued to Blair, and her eyes looked back with deep sadness and disbelief.

Blair looked like crap, and Christian felt worse, if he could have a hole swallow him up he would have preferred that, if he could have had his sickness overtake him right now and he died he'd prefer that. But no, he had to deal with the fact that he'd just cheated on Blair with her sister. A tiny voice suddenly reminded him that he was technically broken up with Blair, but in this moment he didn't care. He'd broken up with Blair with the entire desire to make himself a better person to hopefully be her boyfriend yet again, to make himself worthy enough for that. Now? He'd ruined that forever. No matter how good he was able to make himself, he was fairly sure that sleeping with her twin only days after breaking up would be a deal-breaker, and he agreed. What he'd done was possibly the worst thing he could have, even worse than almost killing Ajax, hurting Beck and hitting Blair herself. "Blair... I'm... Sorry." He said, looking to Briony for help, clueless on how to make this okay. His body was slumped as if he was sick, and he felt sick, he genuinely felt like he would throw up and pass out. He wanted to ask Blair a million questions but he had no idea how, and he knew he didn't deserve any answers. He had been so worried about her ever since he'd heard she'd disappeared, he'd felt responsible, he'd been out looking for her. OF course she came back right when he made a mistake, a fun and enjoyable mistake but one he regretted the most. He wished desperately in this moment that it was a fear simulation, because this was exactly what he feared, hurting the people he loved, physically or... emotionally. The silence grew on, and as Blair turned to leave, tears spilling out eyes she was trying to keep in, both Briony and Christian moved in tandem and Blair stopped. Briony motioned for Chris to leave and he nodded, both of them struggling to look each other in the eye. "Blair... I'm glad you're back. I... hope one day I can become worthy of your forgiveness. Goodbye." He said, his voice hardly fitting for a 16 year old boy as he shrunk like a 10 year old and his voice tremored with pain. He quickly walked out the door, resisting the urge to reach out and touch Blair, to make sure she was real and she was genuinely back. Briony closed the door behind him and he sighed with pain as he finally had neither of the girls eyes on him. His body was in pain, his head hurt, his body was sore, his heart was skipping and his throat stung, of course his mouth tasted like blood too... He leaned on the wall for a second, but then he quickly moved, wanting to leave before Blair or Briony came out of that room. He also didn't want to bump into... Too late.

Christian looked as Apollo, still in pajamas and clearly only just woken up, opened the door to his room and poked his head out. Blinking a few times he questioned if it was actually Christian. "Hi.." Chris said. Apollo asked him what he was doing here, his voice slowly waking up, and confusion clear on his face. "I uh..." Christian didn't want to break any news about what he'd done with Briony, or that Blair was here... Though.. he assumed Apollo already knew. "We all went out drinking, and I crashed here with Briony." He said, watching as Apollo's eyebrows raised. "She's in her room with... Um.. with Blair." He said, struggling to keep information from someone. Thankfully that information seemed to be enough for Apollo to forget about Christian and he popped back in his room, possibly to get dressed. Christian used this time to quickly leave the house, as quietly as he could. Still without a t-shirt or shoes or anything he finally exited the house and shivered as the night air hit him. It must have been near midnight, or beginning of the early morning, and he looked around. That was when he saw Thorn. Thorn stood nearby, watching the Avalon household with an interesting look on his face. "Thorn?" Chris asked, watching as the boy jumped at his name being called, and sheepishly looked over at Christian. "What are you doing here?" He asked, as Thorn walked over and admitted that he was the one who'd found Blair with Aubrey and brought her here. The mention of Aubrey suddenly made both boys look at each other differently, and Thorn was quick to ask where she was. Chris tried to remember, but he had no memory of that. He remembered drinking with her, he remembered... a blush formed on his cheeks... making out with her and Briony, and then... he remembered being in Briony's room. "I don't know. I was with Briony. What the hell happened with Blair? Where did you guys find her?" He asked, wanting to know as much as possible. Thorn said something quickly, but he again asked if Chris could remember anything about where Aubrey was, worry clear on Thorn's voice. Chris groaned, holding his head. 'I don't know, we were drinking at one of the bars... It's not that far from here... She's probably still there." He said. Again, Thorn exclaimed about Christian leaving Aubrey there and Chris shrugged. 'She's a big girl she can handle herself." He said, believing the statement and only a tickle of shame that he had no idea where Aubrey was. Thorn seemed frustrated, almost angry with Christian, but soon he just left, saying he was going to find Aubrey. Christian tried to follow, wanting to interrogate Thorn about Blair, but his legs had not enough strength in them to follow, and Thorn quickly outpaced him and was out of sight. Christian took the time he was alone to finally throw up, having never consumed alcohol before he had drunk a lot more than his body should have handled, and it was all coming back up. Strangely enough the main taste in his mouth was the metallic tang of blood, and he knew he was going to taste that every day now, he could feel the permanent tears on his throat... Christian groaned, using the rest of his strength to begin the walk home, hoping that nobody would be up and that he could just fall asleep in bed.

Interacting with: Briony Wolfiee Blair WanderLust. Thorn Sanctuaryforall1

 

[Nerdy.]

Griffon || 18 17 || Initiate || Abnegation Transfer

Fable was not as excited to see him as he thought she might be, but it was soon obvious what had cause her different reaction. His appearance was unusual, she noted it gently and with questioning remarks, pointing out the more Dauntless attire and how he was wet. Griffon realized that was true, not only was he wearing black, a colour he didn't usually wear, it was more leather and denim than his normal clothes, which were usually dress clothes. This was something that one would be more likely to see on Christian, or one of the other Dauntless boys, but not Griffon. The reason for this had been Cassidy's choice, not his own, and he hadn't bothered to ask why she had picked it, maybe it was to blend in? Maybe it was to hide things in the coats and pants pockets? Maybe it was to keep warm when she was using his body? "I uh... Cassidy picked my outfit for me, we went out for a walk." He said, both things true. Fable looked slightly more at ease with his answer, and he gratefully sat beside her and had a drink of the water bottle she offered to him. "Thanks, I am quite thirsty." He said, relishing the nourishment in that water. As Fable gently pointed out he looked pale, he felt himself feeling pale, if that were possible. He wanted to be strong and say he was fine, but he figured there wasn't any harm in agreeing with Fable, he didn't want to make her think she was worrying over him stupidly. "I am feeling a bit dizzy." He said, knowing fully the reason why but not being able to tell Fable. It wasn't something that he could, it was a secret he held with Cassidy, and even though he trusted and loved Fable he knew that Cassidy didn't hold that same level of trust with her that he did. It was similar the other way around, he hadn't told Cassidy about the way Fable had been treated at home by her parents, because that was her truth to speak, and he had witnessed it but it wasn't his story. Each girl knew that their secrets were safe with him. The only thing he might actually do is forget them. Fable suggested they go to the infirmary and he nodded his head, standing up and blinking his eyes rapidly as the world spun slightly. It wasn't like he was sick or anything, but the after effects of swapping were always hard on the body. Cassidy had it much worse than him though, and he prayed again that she was safe. As he thought about her he heard Fable ask him where Cassidy was. He couldn't tell her, he didn't know. What could he say? Thinking for a second, blankly staring at Fable he finally opened his mouth to answer. "I don't know where she is, she had to go off and do something by herself." He said.

Fable seemed even more worried at that answer, but Griffon couldn't give any more information, he didn't know any more information, and even if he did know more he must have forgotten it. Cassidy had said she would disappear, but had she told him for how long? He wasn't sure. How long was too long before he needed to go look for her? Fable gently took his arm and they walked arm in arm out of the training center, Fable taking a few moment to turn all the lights off and put the equipment she had been using away. "Were you sparring by yourself?" Griffon asked, Fable shook her head, saying she'd only been doing so for a little while, but had originally come here to train with Chris. Griffon nodded, knowing Chris to be very good at this type of training. "Did you win?" He asked light heartedly, a smile on his face. Fable laughed. The two happily walked together, Griffon wasn't so dizzy that he was falling over or needed help to walk, but her certainly wasn't upset by the fact that Fable was helping him by holding his arm. They often walked like this anyway, but tonight it made it easier, he could just follow her wherever she went and he could keep pace beside her. The night was dragging on slowly, or at least it seemed very slow to him. When Fable asked him how his day had been he took a long time to answer, as usual his memories seemed to hide behind a glass window, not a see-through glass but one that was tempered and faded, so that he couldn't quite see his memories, like he knew they were there but couldn't quite figure it out. Fable was lovely and silent as she waited for his answer, she knew that if he was silent that meant he was thinking, trying to remember, and they knew each other well enough to know that if it got too hard for Griffon to remember he would tell her he couldn't remember. He never felt pressured by Fable, and he hoped she never felt pressured by him. Eventually the memories began to appear back in his mind, minutes after Fable had spoken. Another side effect of the swap, his memories were harder to access. "I went to the movies with Aya, and we went out and got food." He said, finally relieved and almost panting from the almost physical exertion it took to retrieve those memories. Fable looked happy at his answer, a smile lighting up her face and a teasing look, but she also looked concerned, having picked up on the fact that he was struggling more than usual to remember things. It didn't take long to get to the infirmary, and they arrived there as Charlie was hovering by the door. As she saw them her face lit up with relief, a strange look to see on someone who was about to have a patient. It quickly turned from relief to inquisitive.

"Is everything okay you two?" Charlie asked, ushering them into the infirmary and offering them both a seat. Griffon sat down happily, quickly, and rubbed his eyes. Fable spoke to Charlie, Griffon wasn't really listening, but he knew she was talking about him. Charlie nodded, watching Griffon as Fable spoke. Griffon took note of the fact Chralie's hand was wrapped, he wondered why, had she also been sparring with someone? Finally Fable stepped to the side and Charlie walked over to Griffon. "Do you feel sick Griffon? Or just dizzy?" She asked, Griffon thought about it for a moment, but after thinking he knew he wasn't sick. He couldn't tell Charlie why this was, but he could say he wasn't sick. "I don't feel sick at all, just extremely dizzy, exhausted." He said. "Would you mind if I check some things out?" She asked, Griffon simply nodded his head, and Charlie motioned for him to sit on the infirmary bed/table so that he was more at her height and she could easily have access to him. Charlie gave him a quick and non-evasive physical check, checking his eyes, his ears, his reactions, his temperature. She noted that his temperature was a little bit high, and that otherwise his reactions seemed slow as one might expect when exhausted. She asked him if he'd done anything extremely physically strenuous recently and Griffon nodded. "Cassidy and I went on a long walk, we climbed some of the empty buildings and got all the way to the factionless area. Then I came back not long after." He said. Charlie nodded, and she quickly looked round the room, finally finding what she was looking for. She picked up a plastic bottle with blue liquid inside of it. "Here, this has electrolytes in it, it should help you feel a bit more energized. Next time try to have a break between long spouts of walking, with your condition your body struggles with lots of physical exertion because it can't sweat out the heat." She said, looking over to Fable who was nodding in agreement. He knew that he wasn't just like this because of that tonight, but he knew she was right none-the-less. "Yes ma'am." He said, watching as she giggled at being spoken to like that. He quickly pointed to her wrist, "Is your wrist okay?" He asked. She jolted, as if he'd just touched a nerve, before quickly brushing it off and smiling. "It's fine, I just sprained it I think." She said. Griffon smiled, glad it wasn't something serious. He looked at Fable. "Did you want to go back to the dorms?" He asked, receiving a nod from her he stood up. "Thank you so much Charlie, have a good night, we will see you tomorrow." He said, before arm in arm he left the infirmary with Fable to head back to the dorms.

Interacting with: Fable Sanctuaryforall1 Charlie

 

[Nerdy.]

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

Charlie could tell the news had shocked Blair viscerally. She had paled more, if that was possible, and she had grown even more silent and inwards. She simply stared blankly at Charlie and then the floor, and then eventually quietly asked if she could leave. Charlie had let her, but she had looked to Thorn for desperation, wanting him to go with Blair, worried sick about her, and if he had not offered she would have gone with her herself. Being told that you were pregnant was a big deal, Charlie would know, and especially at that age. She mouthed a simple thank you to Thorn, and hoped he would look after Blair, and stood waiting at the entrance of the infirmary as the two walked off. It was at this moment that she realized Maverick was nowhere in sight, having disappeared while she had been talking to Blair. Fear gripped her gut as she stood there, listening to the intense silent of the halls and seeing that now there was nobody in sight, it was dark, and she was... alone. One hand gripping her phone she used the other to try to close the door, however as luck would have it she happened to see people who were on their way to the infirmary, two former-abnegation dwellers, the fiery Fable and the gentle Griffon. Relief flooded Charlie's system, having now to not fear being alone for a bit longer, but soon her relief was replaced with concern, and she beckoned the two in. "What's wrong?" She asked, not seeing anything from the get go. Griffon was in an unusually black attire, and he was a bit wet, but otherwise the two looked healthy. Fable was lovely and said she was a bit concerned for her brother, as he wasn't completely acting like himself and seemed a bit pale and dizzy. Charlie nodded her head, looking at Griffon and noting that even now he seemed to be disassociating. "Alright, I'll check it out, hopefully he's just tired." She said, waving at Griffon to get his focus, as she wasn't sure if he could hear today or if his hearing aids weren't working. Charlie didn't know an extensive amount of sign language but she knew a bit, she had always wanted to know it, and she had used very basic sign language with her mother when they needed to communicate in secret around Jeremy. She patted the bed in the infirmary, the one that Blair had been on just a few minutes ago, and watched as Griffon obediently sat down. From the look of it he looked fine, he was a bit pale, his breathing was heavy and he did seem a tad out of it, but otherwise she suspected nothing was wrong. If anything he just seemed to be deep in thought, and physically exhausted. But she made sure to do a full search, knowing full well that Griffon had a specific condition that caused him not to sweat and not to feel pain, there was always the possibility of sickness or an injury that he hadn't noticed. But there was no such thing.

"Everything looks fine, you just seem exhausted, go have some rest, tomorrow will likely be just as exhausting as today." Charlie said to the both of them, packing up the few amount of things she'd used to check him over. The two thanked her, and Griffon surprised her, asking her about her wrist. She jolted, ironically causing a burst of pain in said wrist, having hoped nobody would think twice about it. "I just sprained it, it's fine, don't worry about it." She said, prepared to make up some lie, but instead Griffon just smiled gratefully and dropped the subject. Thank you Griffon, I don't feel like making up a lie today. She thought, also exhausted and desiring to just finish the day. The two siblings quickly made their way out of the infirmary, and it wasn't till they were out of sight that Charlie realised she was again alone. Dammit, I should have left with them. She thought, her fingers scrunching up into fists, knuckles white and palms stinging from the sharp cuts of her fingernails. Loneliness was a normal symptom for someone to have, but the type of loneliness that Charlie had was much different, she was terrified of being alone, because she was terrified of who might come near her while she was alone. She shivered, closing and locking the infirmary doors but leaving the light on so people would know she was in there. At least with the doors locked Jeremy would have to break into them, and she would be able to have time to go grab the gun. Her eyes trailed over to where her hand bag sat, and Ghost's gun inside of it. She didn't want to use that, she would never want to use that, on anyone, but if Jeremy came at her? After today? Memories of his hands over her skin, the way he made her skin crawl and burn, the way he gripped her like she was a possession, the way he so easily broke her wrist and forced her into whatever position and place he desired? The way she was so vulnerable around him, like she was at his every mercy? No... he might be the only person in the world she thought she might be able to shoot. Shivering again she pulled her jacket over her tighter and checked her phone, no messages from Ghost or Bloom, or Aubrey. Not that she expected one from each but... it was getting pretty late, and she was surprised Ghost wasn't wondering where she was. It had been a while, and she liked to give Ghost space because he always seemed to appreciate it... but she was alone and fearful, and she had no idea where he was. She hoped he was at home, but there was always the possibility he was out. Flicking open his contact details she hovered her finger over the call button, desperately wanting to ask him to come and get her, but she eventually picked the messaging symbol, and typed a quick message. "Hey, just at the infirmary, might pull and all nighter unless you want to come get me." She said, not wanting to mention Jeremy or anything. If Ghost didn't get her then she'd be safe in here and he'd know where she was, if he did come get her then she would be saved.

To fill her time she sat in the corner, firstly staring at the details on the screen, still showing up Blair's blood test results. Pregnant. Is what it declared. Blair was so young, she was... 17 now? She'd just had her birthday, and she had just been broken up with her boyfriend? And had disappeared for a few days? Now this? Charlie felt a knot in her stomach as she was transported back into her own training days, where she had gotten a similar result from a self-diagnosis. It hadn't been hard, no period, nausea, exhaustion, rising temperature, heightened emotions, tenderness, weight gain, food aversions... She had never showed much, being a small person and having hidden for the last few months anyway, She was fairly sure nobody had ever even suspected a thing. A tear rolled down her cheek as she thought of him, brown curls and big eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut, as instead of the small boy she had pictured in her mind it was now a tall handsome man with a warm smile and strong protective hands. Caspian. Her lip quivered. She opened her eyes, quickly taking the result off the screen so she wasn't needing to look at it anymore. She didn't want to think about it too much, but she would... she would keep an eye on Blair, keep anti-nausea tablets on herself, keep extra water bottles, make sure she doesn't get into any too strenuous physical altercations, make sure she's always got someone nearby. The things she could manage, everything else would be luck, or up to Blair. Charlie leaned back on her chair, staring up at the ceiling. She winced as she let her wrist drop and the blood began to flow into the fractured area, causing it to throb uncomfortably. She quickly raised it up, lying it on the arm rest. Closing her eyes she hummed softly to herself a french lullaby that she had been practicing recently, hoping that it would calm her and help soothe her mind.

Interacting with: Blair WanderLust. Thorn Sanctuaryforall1 Ghost via text Aviator

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Shayla

Mood: Pained & Drained

Location: Street / Apartment

Interactions: Aya

The cold irritation that Shayla forced around herself like an icy wall seemed to waver at the mention of Lev. There weren’t many beings of flesh and blood she would permit herself to grow close to or fond of but the golden ginger tom was the eternal exception. Ever since she had taken off on her own he had been the only constant companion to find a place in her life. Shayla couldn’t stop herself from bonding to completely with her feline friend, not when he was often the only source of love and companionship she had. Yes, she had isolated herself from all others but that was for their own good. She couldn’t bear to burden her old friends and family with the knowledge of the ticking time bomb in her head but Lev would never understand. He would miss her when she was gone but Shayla knew her father would give him a wonderful home and life until Lev joined her in whatever lay beyond. So yes, if it meant getting home to her little lion she would allow Aya to assist her and do her best to resist pushing the young girl away. Not for herself, but for Lev who was likely lying with his paws pressed against the front door waiting to hear her unlock it.

The journey to the apartment she shared with Lainey felt like it took a decade and a half but after many stumbles, winces, and more assistance from Aya than she would have liked the two finally reached their destination. Shay took out her key and began to try and unlock the door but her pale hand was shaking far too much for her to strike the slot. After a second Aya’s soft touch pulled the key from Shay’s grasp and the other ebony-haired young woman slipped it into the lock and turned to open the door. A moment of silence passed as Shay’s icy blue gaze settled on Aya and she finally gave the smallest of nods that still sent fire through her brain. “T-thank you.” Her voice broke a bit at the start of her words but she managed to get the sentiment out with some ounce of the strength she once had. “I can t-take it f-from here.” She added as she tried to slip into the apartment but was stopped by dizziness that sent her into the door frame with a thump. “Shit.” She hissed and instantly felt Aya’s grasp on her once more. As the door opened further for the two of them a familiar golden fluffed ball zipped out and began to press himself against Shay’s legs as he purred uncontrollably. Despite the pain she was in and the way her mind felt as though demon claws were ripping it to shreds, Shay couldn’t help but smile as her beloved Lev came out to greet them. Clearly, the large feline had picked up on the fact that his girl was in pain as he was happily releasing almost mute chirps rather than a full-on wailing meow.

As Aya helped her in and announced that she would at least make certain Shay drank something before she left Shay almost protested but stopped when the young woman began greeting Lev. She didn’t have the energy or the heart to turn Aya away at this point and she was acting so kindly to Lev that Shay would not fight her on this. Lev gave Shay a good idea of the people around her and he seemed to enjoy Aya so Shay would let the girl stay for a little bit, at least until Aya was somewhat satisfied with the state of things. “G-get yourself so-something t-too.” The sickly pale young woman replied after a moment. “So w-we’re even.” She pointed out, not wanting to sound overly welcoming and like she was warming up to Aya. She could see why Cas liked the young woman but that didn’t mean she would allow Aya to wiggle past her defenses. It wouldn’t be right to bring someone into a life that was already mostly over, it wouldn’t be fair to Aya or her feelings. Perhaps in another world the two of them might have been friends. Making her way over to the plush couch Shay carefully lowered herself onto it with a pained sigh and leaned her head back against the cushion. Lev lept up onto her lap and on instinct her shaky hand began to weakly weave its way through his fur and she blinked, her expression void and numb despite the agony raging within.

Wolfiee

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[Wolfiee]

Divergent

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Rhysand(Rhys).

Rhysand had been startled when all of a sudden Randi had to take off. It seemed like an emergency and he almost went with her however he also knew whoever it was about might not want all their business spread about. So he nodded to her in understanding, telling her to message him if she needed him and he would be right there. Once she was out of sight he decided to look around some searching for any signs or clues about Blair. When the sky finally darkened and he couldn’t see much, that's when he finally started for home. His thoughts were a mess in his head as he thought about everything that had been happening lately. A fear for Randi flickered in him. Hopefully nothing happened to her with everyone seeming to disappear lately. He shook his head though Randi was a badass and definitely would handle anyone trying to mess with her.

It took a bit until he arrived at his apartment and when he did the young man headed inside. The first thing he did was lock the door once inside then toss his keys and wallet into a wooden bowl on the stand near his front door. He kicked his shoes off before heading to his bedroom grabbing some clean clothes so he could shower. His shower seemed to only last minutes when he knew it was actually much longer as the hot water had finally turned cold by the time he was done. He got out drying off and dressing before heading into his living room not really feeling like going to bed just yet. So he plopped down onto his couch turning the tv on and putting some random show on. He sat there thinking ,”I really need a pet. I wonder if Randi would go animal shopping with me.”he wondered out loud to himself. The man just continued running through random thoughts as he watched the tv. Soon he found himself drifting off while whatever show was on continued playing in the background.

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[Nerdy.]

Aubrey Stark || 16 || Initiate || Dauntlessborn

Aubrey's memories were like staring through a foggy window, only snippets and fuzzy recollections were traceable and she wasn't even sure if she could believe what she was seeing. She had no idea at what point the person had given up trying to punish her for throwing up all over him, but she had passed out long before he had finished. Slumped in an alleyway, half in the drain, lying in a puddle of her own vomit, the miserable blonde stayed there for many hours, cleanly passed out and seemingly barely holding on to life, clothes battered, bruised, ripped and bloody; hair torn, wet, tangled and oily; body as battered as her clothes... Blood shot red eyes opened up sometime after the incident, and a pungent smell would have made its way to her nose if she could smell anything at all. Her stomach growled and ached, her chest hurt from the inside out, and as she attempted to move into a crawling position she felt her ribs pinch in abnormal ways, looking down beneath her sports bra she noted the red swelling and dark purple bruises that had popped up quickly from the severe beating. Slowly, sleepily and lethargically she crawled so that she could sit with her back against a wall, her head spinning and her body shaking from cold and exhaustion, wearing very little as it was and having lain out in the open for hours she was much worse for wear. It took many minutes for her to begin to awaken, even as she sat there blinking and slowly realizing where she was, she numbly searched her clothes, finding that her wallet, phone and jewelry were all gone. For some reason this didn't bother her, as nothing was quite hitting her and rather everything still seemed mildly like a dream. Her head was swimming, her body ached for food, yet her stomach told her that if it received food it was going to throw up again, colossal throbs erupted in random bursts in her brain and tremors shot up and down different parts of her body at seemingly random times. Eventually she decided she had to move, at least to warm her body up; stiff body parts began to brace herself as she tensed her legs and attempted to stand. Through clenched teeth she swallowed the yelps of pain from her busted ribs and stood on two very shaky legs, her arms clinging to the wall next to her for support. The world was spinning and she felt her eyes roll back as her body crumpled and she slumped back down against the wall. Whether she passed out or simply became so dizzy she couldn't stand, she wasn't sure, but it took her 10 minutes before she attempted the stand again, this time she went slowly and kept her head down, keeping her eyes closed for a while as she stood shaking against the wall, leaning heavily against it and hoping she wouldn't pass out again. The wall was a cold concrete wall that to her felt warm to the touch, yet was cold. Finally peeling her eyes open she felt a wave of dizziness and nausea but held her will and stood strong, letting the waves ride over her as she gulped back the urge to vomit and strengthened herself against the need to crumple and fall. She had little thoughts going through her mind at this point, mostly instinct had kicked in, and she still felt like she was largely asleep.

She wasn't sure how long she stood there either, time being an almost unknowable subject at this point, but eventually she steeled herself for the walk. Using the wall for support she slowly began inching her way towards the entrance or exit of this alleyway. She was starting to get the idea that it must be late at night as there was nobody around, some ragged dog came up to her growling but quickly left after smelling the vomit that laced her clothes and body. At the end of the alleyway she look at which way she needed to go, her memory failing her as she struggled to realize where she was in the compound, why had she come here in the first place? This wasn't anywhere interesting and was nowhere near any of the normal spots she hung out. She had a vague memory of being with Christian and someone else, so maybe they had come here together... but... why then had she woken up alone? Who had hurt her? Not Christian... Slowly trying to think through the relevant options she finally picked a way to go based off of the fact she needed to continue using the wall to walk. The usually strong blonde now looked like a shell of who she usually was, usually vibrant she was now limp, pale and seemingly emotionless, usually dressed to impress she now was covered in her own puke and blood, her hair which was often in beautiful ponytails and braids now half scrunched and tangled and half dripping with vomit, blood and sweat as it streaked her once cute workout bra and leggings. Her eyes which were usually bright blue and alive were now a dull colour, and no life could be seen within them as she slowly stumbled along the wall, heading in a direction she had no idea to where it led. She had no idea what to do, logic told her to find help, a friend, or a medical professional... But she had no way of doing so, nobody was around, she had no phone, and she couldn't remember where she was yet, although it was slowly coming back to her. To be honest it was the sound of water falling and rushing that made her realize where she was, and the fear that ran up her spine helped to facilitate her brain in waking up. Her eyes rose from the floor that she was staring at to look up, barely seeing the railing of the chasm coming into view, and the steps leading down to the floor level, had she climbed up those? She had no recollection of doing so.. Either way, she had to get down, at least there was a railing. Inching along the wall with meager strength she transferred from the wall to the slippery railing, struggling to stand, heart now attempting to race as she was face to face with the chasm. The rocketing of the water falling into the chasm caused her head to rush and she felt the unfamiliar feeling of her eyes rolling back, but she gripped the railing with as much strength as she could and let her legs crumple first, sitting on the top step of the staircase, head resting against a pole as her eyes focused on the water far below.

It was the shivering that caused her to stand again, as she began to shiver so much she felt like she would lose grip on the railing. Blue lips and pale skin, she rose up and began to slowly make her way down the staircase. Every step down caused shooting pains from her ribs, and she eventually had to sacrifice one arm from the railing to support her ribs, holding her side to relieve some of the pain, sacrificing stability in the meantime, and slowing her down dramatically. Her teeth were biting so hard into her lips that white tooth marks were left on her blue lips, and tiny drops of blood formed along those lines. Ever step sent her head reeling and her body wavering from the excessive need to pass out, but she persisted, making it about a quarter way down the stairs before she needed a ten minute break. Not allowing herself to sit she stood there for her break, again staring into the abyss and watching the water fall and break at the bottom. It was a nightmare, but... Her mind wavered around a thought that she had never had before, and she wasn't even willing to verbalize it in her mind, yet... it was simply one slip away... No... no she couldn't think like that. Huffing in a breath she quickly took a step forward, too quickly though, and as she stepped she felt her foot slip, and her body fall, and although she attempted to catch herself on the railing her body was just too tired and sore to do its job anymore, and she found herself, almost in slow motion, descending rapidly down the stairs. The fall was surprisingly not painful, as her body was so numb at this point she could feel nothing except the throbs, but as she finally landed another quart way down the staircase and slid down even more, she finally stopped about 20 steps from the bottom, with an arm and leg dangling over the edge, and her face bruised and cut lying on the concrete step. All that stood between her and a deep chasm was one singular, wet, metal pole that was currently barely touching her mid section. Aubrey attempted to picked herself up, but only managed to slide further, and fell into the step again. No strength could be found in her body anymore, as she stared at the blood spots covering the step she was laying on. Surely someone would come and find her... They had to... She had to go to training in the morning.... Or had she slept through it already? Slowly Aubrey's mind began to wander, and her eyes slowly closed as she fell into a dreamless sleep on the staircase of the chasm.

Interacting with: OPEN (Thorn soon? Sanctuaryforall1 )

 

[Nerdy.]

Phillip Parks || 19 || Soldier/Trainer || Dauntlessborn

The night had been delightful, Phillip and Bloom had danced to the music for a while, losing themselves to the fun and relaxation. It was always fun to dance, move your body in ways that you couldn't in any other form, especially with Honey running between their legs, they had to avoid stepping on her, which made for a lot of laughs and enjoyment whilst dancing. Soon enough it was late, and they were strolling slowly on their way home, the frequent yawning from Honey was a reminder that they needed to retire, and thus Phillip happily walked Bloom home, he hesitated as they stood at her door, an urge to lean over and kiss her cheek, but something clawing at his heart causing him to hesitate, instead he just gave her a brief hug and said his goodbye, Honey giving Bloom a lovely lick before the two watched as she closed the door and they sighed softly before turning around and heading back to the Parks Residence. It didn't take too long, it wasn't particularly far away from Bloom's apartment, but Phillip took his time, enjoying the cool night air and the silence and solitude for a moment. He let his hand droop and Honey licked it every now and then, with him giving her head scratches when she would raise her head and press it against his hand. He knew she was tired so he didn't delay any longer, heading to his family's house, and opening the door as quietly as possible. He filled up Honey's bowl of water and food, and carried it to his room, figuring he could have her eat in his room if he wanted. He opened the door that headed down into the extensive and large basement that was under the house, and flicked on the colourful LED lights that surrounded the room, placing them on dim and flickering as he put Honey's food down and undressed till he was just in his boxers. Flopping on his bed he closed his eyes and strangely fell into a light sleep, listening as Honey lapped up the water and food in her bowls before leaping up and curling next to him on the bed. His dreams were light and airy, filled with spanish music and swirling lights. It wasn't till many hours later that he was woken by a noise upstairs and Honey moving on the bed, making light growls in warning as she too heard the noise and was raising her haunches to protect Phillip. "It's alright girl, let's go see what it is." He said, getting up and throwing on a shirt as he quietly made his way out of his room and up the stairs.

As Phillip walked into the living room he saw a familiar mop of blonde hair walking through the door. Along with it was the reek of alcohol and very wobbly legs. "Chris?" Phillip said in reply, as he saw his brother wavering as he walked through the house, Honey happily wagging her tail as she recognized him. Chris barely looked up, and Phillip felt concern rise in him as he saw his brothers face was looking sick and strangely coloured, his eyes dull. "You good?" He asked, taking a step closer. Chris raised a hand, and Phillip paused, not wanting to anger his brother but not wanting to leave him alone. "What happened?" He asked. Christian said nothing, instead he flopped down on the couch, covering his eyes with his arm, his chest rose and fell heavily and Phillip couldn't tell if it was emotion based or physical exhaustion. "Chris?" He said again, this time moving forward as he was more concerned about his brother's condition, especially if he was drunk. "Leave me alone Phillip." Chris said, his voice denoting serious anger and emotion, Phillip hesitated but kept walking forward, sending Honey downstairs, not wanting her to get mixed up in anything that might happen between the two boys. Chris often got frustrated at Phillip, sometimes for good reason, sometimes for no reason at all, and Honey often got confused on who to help, loving Phillip more than anything else but also loving his family. He didn't want her to think of Christian as an enemy if he were to get angry. As he walked closer he sat on the arm of the couch and put a hand on Christian's knee. Chris jolted, sitting upright, eyes bloodshot and muscles tensed. Phillip flinched momentarily but quickly straightened himself. "Talk to me Chris, what happened?" He said. Chris bristled with anger and finally he bent over, placing his head in his arms and leaning on his kneees, Phillip transferred his hand to Christian's back for a second, before removing it. "Blair came back." He said suddenly. "That's great!" Phillip said, relief flooding his system, he was glad that Christian had finally found this information. But Christian growled in frustration. "Yeah... but... I was... she caught me..." He mumbled his next words. "Caught you?" Phillip asked, suddenly confused and concerned at what his brother might have been doing, thinking of his own life and worrying much. At his question Chris rose up, eyes infernal at this point, "Caught me sleeping with her sister! What the fuck do I do Phillip? I was drunk, I have no idea how that happened, I didn't mean to, I don't deserve to fucking be here and there's no way I can have her back anymore. She's going to hate me forever, and with good reason. I'm so STUPID!" He suddenly yelled, fists balled as he punched the side of the couch. Phillip sighed, not knowing how to comfort his brother. "I'm sure it'll... work itself out. She's understanding and.." He didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as he barely dodged an elbow that made it's way over to him, and didn't dodge the fist that hit him in the cheek. Chris at this point was crying, and Phillip knew there was nothing he could do. "Take some aspirin and go to bed." He said, walking back over to the door that led down to his room. "Don't do anything... stupid." He said, stopping himself from saying the word more.

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Phillip woke the next morning to his alarm clock and a very eager Honey clawing at the door. He rushed to open it, following her upstairs and opening the outside door so she could go relieve herself. He rubbed his eyes to remove the sleep and blur of the night, and yawned as he watched his dog run round the yard to find the best spot to relieve herself. He laughed, moving over to the sink as he filled a glass and drank some water. He let his eyes move to the couch, where Chris still lay, this time passed out and snoring his head off. Phillip sighed as he flicked on the jug, sitting at the table as he looked at his baby brother. He didn't know how to help, and reality was that there was nothing he could do to help. Chris had gotten into this mess and as much as Phillip wanted to save him there was simply nothing he could do. Chris had broken trust with his ex girlfriend, and that had clearly broken Christian's heart, and surely would have broken Blairs heart. Not to mention Briony... Phillip shook his head, trying to ignore and stop thinking about all of that. His brother's flings and sexual hang outs were none of his business, and he had no reason to control or make judgements on them. He just wanted to help. As the jug finished coming to a boil he began brewing some coffee, pouring the hot water into the coffee machine and preparing two cups. As the coffee machine did its job, he quickly began to fly through the kitchen, plopping some premade waffles in the waffle press, frying up some eggs and plopping bread in the toaster. It was about 10 or 15 minutes later that he had a plate with waffles and maple syrup and whipped cream dripping over it, with some chocolate chips sprinkled on top, and then two pieces of sourdough toast with fried eggs sprinkled with salt and pepper. A cup of coffee next to each plate. Leaving his on the table he took one plate and coffee over and put it on the coffee table, along with a glass fizzing with some dissolvable aspirin, touching Christian's shoulder gently before going back to the table to eat his own breakfast. Christian barely stirred, but Honey took that as enough of an invitation to go and sit beside him, licking his cheek slightly. Phillip scrolled his phone whilst keeping an eye on his brother as he slowly woke up, it took him a few minutes to process the food and drinks, and he watched as Chris downed the aspirin before starting on his food and coffee. Although Chris usually had coffee with milk, he downed the black coffee easily, and finished the food quickly. Even as he was finishing Phillip strolled past. "I'll see you at training." He said. Chris stood up. "Wait... I'm... I'm sorry I hit you, I was..." Phillip touched the tender and slightly purple mark that rested just under his eye and on his cheek bone. "It's fine, I get it, don't worry I'm not going to get you into trouble. I was just trying to help." Chris nodded numbly, and Phillip could see in his brother's stormy eyes that he was replaying the entirety of the nights ordeals. "There's more waffles up on the bench, knock yourself out." He said, before turning and leaving for real this time. He opened his phone to check for messages. Firstly he clicked on Bloom and messaged her "Hey, heading to the training arena now, anything specific planned for today? also last night was awesome." Then he clicked on Briony's chat thread and hesitated before sending her a message."Hey let me know if you're algood, Chris came back from your fun a bit frazzled, so let me know if you need anything." He said, not wanting her to know he knew everything, but wanting her to know he knew Chris wasn't great. He then pocketed his phone and started his jog to the training area.

Interacting with: Chris. Bloom via text Sanctuaryforall1 Briony via text Wolfiee

 

[Wolfiee]

Briony Avalon

Initiate

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Blair WanderLust. Chris and Phillip Nerdy.

Briony’s mind was reeling; she felt sick for more than one reason; it showed her usual tan skin a sickly white at the moment. She was hung over, confused, upset, and a mixture of happiness tossed in with relief that her sister wasn’t dead. However the look on Blair’s face cut into her heart like a knife and poor Chris stumbled away part of her wanting him to stay. She was afraid he wouldn’t make it home in his state but she let him go, her head throbbing and Blair was her main concern. Though she mainly felt like throwing up everywhere and everything at the moment. Her bleary gaze met Blair's, who looked like she was fighting back tears.”It’s not exactly what it looks like.”she said, voice rough with emotion and from feeling like shit. “We’ve been looking for you every single day all through the day when not at training.”she said trying to explain their side of things. “We just wanted a night to relax but that lead to us wanting to forget. There’s been so many deaths we thought you might turn up dead next so alcohol was our only solace.”she mumbled.

She looked away from Blair now.”I don’t even know what exactly happened, we were all so drunk. I oh god Blair I’m sorry I’m so sorry I.. we.. we would never do this to you on purpose.”she said, choking out a sob knowing this had to hurt Blair more than anything. She covered her mouth as her sobs churned her stomach more without waiting for a response from Blair she took off for her bathroom barely making it in time to the toilet. The sound of being sick soon filled the air as Briony’s stomach emptied of all contents of alcohol and what little food had been consumed. It felt like hours when in reality she had no idea about how long she had been sick all she knew was that the cool bathroom floor felt nice as her body completely exhausted gave out on her. Her face was pressed against the floor along with the rest of her body was splayed on the bathroom floor. She was sound asleep dead to the world in her current state. As time passed she slowly blinked open her eyes, the nausea gone but a headache still remained. What was worse though was the clear mind. Briony slowly sat up knowing full well what actions had happened the previous night, well not everything but some of it. She had flashes of her, Aubrey, and Chris drinking then dancing while continuing to do more shots. A small flush and guilt ate at her as flashes of Chris chasing her around her room filled her mind. How next the two of them had crashed in a tangle of limbs before well tangling in more ways than one. Oh god this was not how she wanted to sleep with Chris if she even ever wanted to sleep with Chris. Of course she had a crush on him but he was in love with her sister and Blair with him. At a sluggish pace she moved out of the bathroom when the ding of her phone sounded. It was so loud in her throbbing brain but she grabbed it reading the message. ‘Sign me up for AA and never let me leave the house again.’she sent back to Phillip just enough to let him know she was alive but shame filled her. She hesitated before messaging Chris one simple text then tossing her phone away. All the message read was.”I’m so sorry.” Briony using everything in her grabbed clothes for the day and went to shower contemplating letting herself drown in the water.

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[Aviator]

Ghost // Male // Age 18 // Semi-Competent Thug // Erudite to Dauntless
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With a huge effort, as if he were pushing a boulder up a slope, Ghost opened his eyes. Coldness seeped into his back from the stone he was lying on. A musty stench of mold and things long forgotten permeated the air. The room around him was mostly dark, yet just enough orange streetlight from the boarded-up windows illuminated the rat scurrying across the floor several feet away from him, disturbed by the artless flailing of a human boy awakening from a deep sleep.
Ghost had attempted to sit up, or at the very least lift his head to better gauge his surroundings. But he failed on both accounts with a sharp intake of breath that sent a fireball of pain roaring through him, starting in his chest and spreading outward like the blast radius of an atomic bomb. The strangled cry of a man with a slashed throat escaped him, and a shape in front of a long, low work table stilled. It went so still so suddenly that before then Ghost hadn’t even paid the flickers of motion any mind, but there was a surreptitiousness about how fast it happened, like the rapid verbal backpedaling that occurs when one says too much.
The light from the street lamp flashed along several thin lengths of wire, transforming them into fiery whips. A slow turn of the head as the person holding them shifted to regard Ghost, backlit so that they were reduced to an eerie, faceless silhouette. Ghost would have been more curious about the identity of this person and why they were standing here in the same mold-infested room as him when he was just waking up, if his world weren’t erupting anew in pain with every breath.
He didn’t have to wonder for long, though. The voice was such that he would have recognized its owner anywhere, and this gave him pause. Through the haze of pain, Ghost wondered when he had started paying so much attention to Anika Vex that he could identify her in almost perfect darkness. She chided him not to move too fast, as he’d punctured a lung. A beat passed, and as an afterthought as if it weren’t particularly important, she added that Jeremy Daniels had also slashed through his anterior tibial artery when he’d knifed Ghost through the ankle, resulting in massive blood loss. So massive, in fact, that if it weren’t for Cassidy’s heroic blood donation, Ghost wouldn’t be here to hear the tale.
Memories slammed into him like meteors to earth. Daniels. Cassidy. Knives and slashing and blood loss. But no… Cassidy hadn’t been there. It was his drug dealer, Bee, who had lured Ghost into that ambush. Anika must have somehow mistaken Bee for Cassidy, even though the two looked nothing alike. Although that sounded like an implausible mistake to make when apparently the only reason Ghost was still alive was because someone had given him blood. And the pain that radiated through his chest with each breath told him that Anika was very likely right in her hypothesis that he’d punctured a lung. Not wanting to move more than absolutely necessary, Ghost darted his eyes around the interior of the abandoned warehouse, the stacks of crates and power tools cloaked in dust so thick that shapes could have been finger-drawn onto them. From the little that he could see and hear, he and Anika were currently the only occupants of the warehouse.
Knowing that it would hurt and summoning his resolve, Ghost tried speaking. His voice sounded like the crunch of boots through snow, dry and rough and slow-going. “Why… are you here, A-A-A… Anika?” He’d barely finished stumbling through his question when a cough ripped up his throat, sending terrible pain spasming through his chest yet again. He hadn’t even checked on the status of his ankle yet, and he absolutely did not want to. One crippling injury was enough, and although Ghost couldn’t feel his ankle for now, he was sure he would later, and he would sincerely regret whenever that was. Or if he didn’t feel it at all, that was an even worse sign of things to come. “Wh-what were you doing when… when when I woke up?” he wheezed, fighting through the fatigue that threatened to crash down on him like a collapsing wall. But he latched onto that memory of Anika fiddling with razor-thin wires, the screech of metal as she pulled and pushed on them, and then suddenly stopping when she detected that she was being observed.
A sinister feeling of suspicion was creeping through Ghost. The sort of hair-raising sensation that tells you to turn back while you still can, a primitive instinct that danger is just around the corner. There was something very odd about Anika Vex, and that was putting it mildly. Her damnable tendency for turning up in the least expected places at the most inopportune times. Like when Ghost and Fable had broken into the Erudite laboratory to steal memory serum and Anika had inexplicably intercepted them during a break-in that had tested even Ghost’s lock-picking and sneaking skills. And then when she’d caught Ghost alone in a private booth at the club, drunk and off-balance and barely in the frame of mind to resist her advances. The evidence that she was here in this warehouse and presumably the only thing standing between Ghost and death’s door. For Jeremy Daniels not to have finished the job when he had the chance… something must have stopped him in the nick of time. Subdued him. Because there was no way he would let Ghost slip through his fingers a second time when victory was on the horizon.
But most condemning was the simple fact that no one seemed to know a goddamn thing about Anika Vex. Who she was before she transferred, even what faction she hailed from, a shred of irreverent high school drama that followed her into Dauntless initiation like a curse, as was the case with just about every other initiate. All of them except for Ghost, because Ghost had faked his death and created a new identity upon transferring. And Ghost knew better than anyone else never to trust someone who had been born yesterday, because they were running from something. Was Anika Vex even her real name, or just a mishmash of letters and syllables that she’d found appealing enough to temporarily adopt? “Who the fuck are you, Anika?” This time, as fragile as his voice was, there was some fire in it. Or perhaps some darkness. “Do you even exist outside of initiation?” Ghost couldn’t shake the thought of those wires that hadn’t appeared to be attached to anything… unless, impossibly, they’d been attached to Anika herself. “What are you?”

 

[Nerdy.]

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

Jeremy had beat down Bee's body so fast, too fast, and as Cassidy saw those fists descend down upon her she had transferred back, unfortunately into a passed out body. Although her consciousness was aware, her body took a long time to be the same, and by the time she could move her aching limbs and throbbing head Jeremy had already done the damage to Ghost and was walking off with him yet again. With groggy and slow movements Cassidy slipped the gun into the band of her leggings, making sure that the safety was on, and quietly crept after Ghost and Jeremy, the rest of the night going like a blur. She couldn't face Jeremy alone, and she couldn't shoot at him without risk of shooting Ghost, although Cassidy was a brilliant shot, she knew that with her tired body and Jeremy's prowess she would more than likely make a mistake and do more harm than good. Thus she followed, quietly, stealthily, watching as more and more blood dripped from Ghost, as Jeremy dragged him like a prized deer, and Ghost's form got more and more pale, if that were possible. Thank goodness it was that Vex came out of nowhere. Cassidy had simply chipped in from where she was, once Vex had managed to get Jeremy to drop Ghost, and she was far enough from Jeremy herself, Cassidy took no time and aimed for the large mans shoulder. The gunshot rang out in the night air and Jeremy swore and screamed loudly, blood splurting as the bullet ripped through skin and muscle. Cassidy didn't wait and shot a second time, aiming in the same place and getting about the same. Then she ducked out of sight, hiding behind a nearby bin, and shrinking so that no part of her could be seen. A string of curses rang and then heavy footfalls ran past her, obviously looking for the gunner, and she curled in a ball, her dark clothes helping to camouflage her. After a minute or so Jeremy finally had to leave for real though, and in a matter of minutes he was gone for good, leaving puddles of blood in his wake. Cassidy shook with fear and exhaustion, and only came out when Vex called out, not calling Cassidy by name but referring to her. Cassidy had nothing to lose at this point, she also wanted to see if Ghost was still alive, and lethargically showed herself, walking over to where Vex was attending a limp and pale Ghost. It was quickly shown that Ghost had lost too much blood and would need a blood donation, Cassidy was in no position to give it, her body and mind shattered from the days events, but she offered anyway. If anything it might confuse her mother, if her mother was following her blood, and she didn't want Ghost to die. So she offered herself to Vex for this, and followed the two, obediently sitting in a chair and being hooked to Ghost, she felt as her blood drained from her to him, and felt as her energy drained with it. At some point she nearly passed out, only just holding on to consciousness as Vex announced that she thought that was enough, unhooking Cassidy. The dark haired girl simply stayed where she was, limply trying to recover her energy, knowing that it would take hours if not days. She refused to pass out though, she had no reason to trust Vex, and she wanted to keep an eye on Ghost.

Thus it was, she stayed with them, whether they moved or stayed, she followed quietly and limply, like a shadow, almost as if she did not exist. Vex didn't really talk to her or look at her, but neither did she attempt to make Cassidy leave. While Vex was doing what she needed to do Cassidy sat with her back against a wall, breathing softly and watching Ghost and Vex. She sipped at the water Vex had gotten her, not enjoying the way it tasted, and simply trying to keep her senses about her. Thus it was when Ghost woke up she listened with faint interest and relief. She was glad he was awake, that meant the blood transfusion had worked. When he spoke to Vex she mutely watched their conversation, not bothering to state that she was here at all. Even as Ghost demanded answers out of Vex she stayed silent, not caring to talk about what she needed. She gently rubbed her fingers on the designs of Ghost's gun, it was a beautiful gun, obviously cherished by Ghost and had beautiful engravings and designs on it. She wanted one, and if she didn't like Ghost so much she would have pocketed it and kept it, but she figured he could use it. As Ghost and Vex's conversation came to a lull she slowly and painfully stood up, her legs shaking as she leaned against the wall and took some quiet breaths. "You're both bloody welcome, by the way." She said, stepping softly as she walked over to where Ghost lay, watching as his eyes moved to look at her, and she made sure she stood somewhere where he wouldn't need to move his body in any way. She plopped the gun by him, and with tired eyes she met his own. He mentioned something about her looking like sh*t and she chuckled softly, "Well you don't look so hot yourself bigshot." She said, knowing that she probably did look terrible, her colour much paler, her eyes probably bagged and her body slumped as it took all her energy to stand and walk. "I'm curious to why the leader of our esteemed establishment wants you dead." She said, eyebrow raised as she looked at Ghost in hopes for an answer, she wasn't surprised when he didn't give her one, or rather, didn't give her an honest one. She wasn't really expecting him to, but she didn't really care. A wave of dizziness washed over her and she wavered on the spot as if to pass out, clenching her teeth and gripping the nearest thing to her she righted herself in a moment. Whether Ghost was concerned or not she didn't know or care, and quickly took a position sitting on a nearby crate, resting her head on the wall as she looked over at them. "So, are you gonna take him to the infirmary Vex? Or do you plan to keep playing doctor?" She chided softly, not knowing Vex's purpose or intentions. Honestly, she didn't trust anyone, but Vex always gave off the energy of someone who would easily be able to mess you up if needed, and tonight showed that she was incredibly resourceful.

Interacting with: Ghost Aviator Vex Sanctuaryforall1

 

[Aviator]

Ghost // Male // Age 18 // Semi-Competent Thug // Erudite to Dauntless
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Anika was either carefully selecting her words or she’d chosen to ignore Ghost’s question, because she didn’t immediately answer. Her head bowed, she continued to breathe deeply, her chest rising and falling in deep, rhythmic swells. It was too dark and she was too far away to see whether her eyes were open or not, but if not for the occasional twitches of her fingers along the wire cords that had made Ghost so suspicious, she might have been asleep. As it was, she appeared to be… meditating, sitting with her legs drawn up and back straight in a rocking chair that squealed like the death cry of a mule whenever its occupant shifted her weight.
In the silence that followed his question, Ghost heard the beating of small wings, as if he’d startled a bat from its hiding place. Hoping that it was just one and not a horde, Ghost was seriously considering throwing something at Anika to provoke a reaction from her, despite the resulting pain of such a movement. But what to throw? He’d lost his gun and most of his knives in the fight with Daniels. He had a deck of cards, but Ghost cherished those; there was no way he was throwing one. His most viable choice would be to take off a boot and wing that at her with enough force to carry it across the room, but then he’d be—
A voice dripping with sarcasm interrupted his thoughts. Motion flickered in the corner of his vision, and Ghost winced trying to follow its origins, whipping his head and taking too quick a breath. One shadow stepped forward, detaching itself from the others. The dim orange light from the street outside played along Cassidy Wickham’s face, conspiring to highlight the fine bones there, otherwise forming pools of shadow. A deep purple bruise shone on her cheek, and her blood-matted hair had come free of its updo and rained around her face in dark snarls. Her clothes, where they were still intact enough to warrant the title, were tattered scraps. One of her lips had split and ballooned to twice the size of the other.
Despite her wretched appearance, Ghost’s spirits soared in glee upon seeing her. He liked Cassidy in the brief time he’d gotten to know her, but the giddiness he experienced was disproportionate, almost delirious. It was a feeling like he’d been sitting too close to a stove, and his face was flushed. Perhaps Ghost was just happy to be alive and share the moment with a face he’d subconsciously feared he’d never lay eyes on again. Perhaps he felt a little less endangered with a third party in the room to act as a buffer between Anika and him. Perhaps it was something else entirely. Physically, Ghost felt like a shipwreck, like the remains of a house fire which nothing but bodies could be pulled from, but looking at Cassidy made his lips quirk into something more than just a pained grimace.
Cassandra, he reminded himself, remembering his last glimpse of her in the company of a woman who resembled her too much not to be her mother. She and a man had been trying to convince Cassidy to do something in the desperation-tinged voice of a zealot. Whatever it was, instinct told Ghost that they were operating outside of the law. He pushed it to the side for now, determined to mentally sort through it later and not let it spoil his reunion with Cassidy, even if that wasn’t her real name. “Cassidy, darling, you look as lovely and radiant as ever,” he rumbled hoarsely, a wide grin splitting his face that he tried to pass off as polite. This provoked a skeptical raise of an eyebrow, and she called Ghost a fucking liar. He laughed weakly, mingled with a cough. “Well, it sounds nicer than telling you that you look like shit, but we’ll go with that if you insist. And here I was trying to compliment you.”
As Cassidy approached, she bent and placed something on the floor beside Ghost, where he could easily grab it without moving much. A frosty-white pistol with a mother-of-pearl inlay. One of his Wicked Sisters! Well, his only Wicked Sister now, since he’d given its counterpart to Charlie. “Oh, you rescued her! Cassidy, thank you. This gun is worth more than me even on a useful day.” The excitement that bubbled up Ghost’s throat was chased by a series of coughs, so forceful that he curled up on his side. Any pain that the sudden movement might have caused him was obliterated by the havoc that the coughing itself wreaked on his lungs. He snatched his gun and moved it out of the way just as he spat up a spray of red. An avalanche of pain roared in his chest. His vision swam with it, and if not for the cold floor pressed into his shoulder, Ghost wouldn’t have been able to tell which way was up. Cassidy had been midway through asking what had triggered the violent encounter with Daniels, and Ghost, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to ground himself, croaked, “Just a second… Drugs first and storytime second.” His hand blindly rooted for the small felt pouch that he’d gotten from Bee, his fingers scrabbling across the lid of one of the vials inside. “Do as I say, not as I do.”
Ghost was an extremely private person. Any conversation about himself made him feel like a skinned orange, the only shield between himself and the world stripped back by sharp nails until he could be halved and squeezed. And there were few secrets that he kept under closer guard than that of his lull addiction. But the coughing induced from going too long without a hit was, in a word, agonizing with a punctured lung. He was in no condition to negotiate with his body. Unable to withstand a second round of it, Ghost shakily upended the contents of the vial into his palm, where it plumed into a neat cloud that he prayed he wouldn’t spill. He lifted himself onto one elbow, cupped the silver powder to his face, and inhaled. Lull didn’t go down as smoothly when it was snorted instead of drunk, and he fought the urge to sneeze and cough some more. Ghost didn’t skimp on the dose; if anything, he took more than he usually did so that the drug’s euphoric properties would take the edge off the pain.
The vial empty, he opened his hand and let it skitter across the floor. Disliking the texture of his face against the grimy floor, he turned onto his back again, so that he was staring up at the ceiling. Somewhere in the heart of the abandoned warehouse, running water was still functional, because now that Ghost had started to notice the constant drip of a pipe, he couldn’t cleave his attention from it. His gaze drifted to the grubby window, where orange shafts of light were fragmented as they tried to enter. He looked at the places where the orange bars were disrupted, thinking that the prisms looked solid and wondering what it might feel like to try to touch them. Reality felt distilled, boiled down to basic shapes disjointed from one another. It was like appreciating each puzzle piece for the isolated individual it was, rather than seeing them as the picture they formed collectively.
Remembering that Cassidy was in the room and that she’d asked him a question—well, one phrased as a sentiment in that strange linguistic pattern she had—Ghost craned his neck in her direction, enjoying a heady sensation like a disconnect from the rest of his broken body. He drank in the vertical lines that furrowed her brow, as if she were stunned that Ghost would do drugs in plain sight as casually as checking his phone, and slightly concerned. “What, never took your ex-instructor for a druggie?” he asked directly, a sloppy smile crawling onto his face. “And here I always thought I wasn’t that good at hiding it. I know what I know, but still, I mean like… look at me, and I think it’s kinda obvious.” But maybe it wasn’t, because Ghost still recalled Charlie’s utter astonishment when she’d knocked over the box of lull in his room and he’d had to do some explaining he hadn’t been planning to do that evening. Then again, he’d always figured Charlie was horribly tame and sheltered where any kind of substance was concerned. She had such a stigma against alcohol that she’d refused to get even a pina colada with him one time when they’d gone to dinner.
“Um… back to your question,” Ghost started, racking his brain for what Cassidy’s question had been and how on earth it had led him down the rabbit hole of how obvious a drug user he was. There was a conspicuous pause as he thought. Finally, as he stared helplessly at Cassidy, she seemed to take the cue and asked whether Ghost remembered her question. “Nope,” he answered, trying to pop his lips on the p but smiling too widely to accomplish it. Bloodied and tattered or not, Cassidy was very attractive, and that was becoming clearer the longer he stared at her pixie features and smooth olive complexion. Ghost couldn’t think of an instance where he’d seen her wear a color other than black, but she made the darkness glitter like no one else. Her question, when she repeated it, caught him like a knife between the ribs. High as a kite or not, he knew dangerous waters when he swam in them, and the answer to this question was a secret Ghost shouldn’t yield up carelessly. But Cassidy had saved his life. Anika, too. Ghost wasn’t quite at the point of trusting either of them, yet he felt like the facts spoke for themselves: If either girl was truly conspiring against him, they could have just done nothing and let Daniels finish the job.
That, and Ghost knew better than anyone that knowledge was a source of currency. The oldest, perhaps, and one that uniquely loses its value in the spending. He owed Cassidy for saving his life, and if it was an answer she wanted, then an answer she would get. Ghost repaid his debts. “Normally I don’t go bragging about this, but Daniels was harassing one of my friends. And since he’s on the leadership panel, needless to say, he can do pretty much whatever he wants. So I took matters into my own hands and scared him off one night.” He gave a hiccup of laughter, as if he were about to drop the punchline of a witty joke. “In the form of breaking into his house and waking him up with a knife against his throat and a kindly-worded request. And ever since, he hasn’t been bothering Charlie, until— Hey, are you good?” Ghost broke off when Cassidy stumbled, wobbling like a spun top before it falls. She pressed a hand against her forehead. Ghost patted the floor next to him. “Why don’t you sit down? Here, you can come sit beside— Or go over there, that’s fine too,” he finished awkwardly as Cassidy made a beeline for a crate on the fringes of the room.
Ghost noticed how Cassidy conveniently forgot to respond to his question of whether she was okay. Which worried him slightly, but he trusted that Cassidy was sensible enough to admit when she needed medical attention. “Are you jealous?” Ghost asked mischievously, in response to Cassidy’s question of whether Anika intended to keep playing doctor. Cassidy’s gaze swiveled toward him, deliberately unreadable. “I mean, we can always appoint you to nurse so you don’t feel left out,” he suggested helpfully, thinking his idea was much preferable to a trip to the infirmary. “Or we can both be Anika’s patients and compete for her attentions. I’ll win, of course.” Ghost had a fleeting question of whether Anika had tried to seduce other instructors or initiates, or if he was the only one to receive her special treatment. Was Cassidy herself among those she’d expressed interest in? Could she be interested in both of them, together, possibly right now? Punctured lung or not, there were some opportunities Ghost just had to cash in on when they presented themselves. He wondered suddenly if he’d been foolish to turn Anika down the first time, remembering the press of her lips against his and how she’d tasted of rum and coke.
Something else occurred to Ghost. A question, shimmering and delicate like a soap bubble, hovered to the forefront of his mind. In his excitement, he wanted to blurt it out, and though the lull certainly made him feel chattier than usual, he wasn’t entirely without discretion. “Cassidy, honey, if it’s not too much trouble, can you come here for a second? I want to ask you something, if you don’t mind terribly.” She threw him a weary look but didn’t reject outright, as if what he had to say better be good for her to get up and move. “I promise it’ll be worth your while,” Ghost said in a sugary voice. He wasn’t sure whether she’d even answer his question, but her reaction alone should suffice. Besides, since he’d given her a story, he felt it within his parameters to ask a simple yes-or-no question. If the movement caused her strain, Cassidy hid it well as she stood from her crate and meandered across the room. When she stood a few feet off to Ghost’s side, he pillowed his head with one arm and beckoned her closer still. “Closer, sweet thing.” Cassidy obediently shuffled a few steps closer and crouched beside him.
Even though he was facing away from Anika, Ghost cupped a hand around his mouth to heighten the suspense. In a theatrical whisper, he asked, “Should I be calling you Cassandra, my love?” The way Cassidy’s doe eyes flared, the sudden pallor that swept over her face, told Ghost all he needed to know. He chortled at her overdone reaction. “Ah, I see. No worries, Cassie. I’d change my name too if that’s what I was saddled with.” Ghost relaxed his neck, letting his head fall back against the floor. He did it a little too fast, banging his head clumsily on the way down. Feeling playful and seeing that Cassidy hadn’t immediately withdrawn, he walked one long-fingered hand across the floor as if it were a spider. And then pounced on the back of Cassidy’s hand, threading his fingers through hers, squeezing it and giving it a good shake.

 

[Nerdy.]

Christian Parks || 16 || Initiate || Dauntlessborn

The night had been unpleasant, arriving home he had been unable to pass silently to his bedroom and had ended up fighting with Phillip, and passing out on the couch. His dreams were stormy and grey, all he could think about was Blair, and in his dreams he kept seeing her drown over and over again, and every time he was unable to rescue her. Even when he dove into the water, as he did when Indira shoved her in the river, in his dream she was always swept away and he was left with tears on his face and a wretched scream in his throat. That wretched scream that tore and ripped at his throat, and caused his head to feel like it was exploding. Then at last it was the scent of coffee that flooded his dreams, and images of water and Blair slowly faded away as he rolled on his side, a wet tongue lapping at his chin and the sweet smell of maple syrup filling his nostrils. Blue-grey eyes blinked open slowly as he stared at two giant plates of food, and two cups, one of dark black roast coffee, and the other with fizzing water. He sat up, beginning his sitting too fast and realizing the pain, so slowing down, using his hands at the edge of the couch to keep himself steady. Although his stomach felt strange, he was hungry, very hungry, and his head hurt, and his eyes hurt, and his body was strained. He downed the glass of fizzing water, tasting the aspirin within, and then started on the food. He could see and hear Phillip, and was extremely grateful that his brother was there to look after him. He knew he didn't even need to ask Phillip to not mention this to anyone else in their family, as Phillip had never ever told anyone about anything Christian did, even when Christian had nearly killed Phillip as a kid, he hadn't said anything and had lied to protect Christian, it had always been one of their older siblings or Christian himself that had told on himself. Phillip was like mom, but in a young teenage boy. It didn't take long for Christian to finish his food, but it was long enough for Phillip to start getting out of the house. Chris stood up, sheepishly looking at Phillip and apologizing, and Phillip just smiled and said it was all okay. Chris knew that it shouldn't be, but he didn't argue, he couldn't. Instead he took Phillip's advise and took his plates up to refresh them with food, and to drink more water. He sat at the table groggily, not even scrolling his phone or anything, just listening to the pounding of his head and trying to go back over the last nights ordeal, whilst also trying to ignore it.

He had slept with his ex-girlfriends twin sister by accident because he was drunk... That was bad enough, but then said ex-girlfriend had turned up, and had been missing... and had found them together. It was a true nightmare, and Christian still wished deeply that somehow it was a fear simulation. But... no. He knew this was real, and it broke his heart. He felt incomplete again, as he did when he first hurt Blair by accidentally hitting her, but now... again an accident, he had hit her where it hurt worse, in her heart. She would never, could never, forgive him for this, and he hoped she didn't. She deserved so much better than that! So much more than him. He needed to fix himself, he couldn't just let himself be drunk and hurt all of his chances! He frustratedly dumped his dishes in the sink and pulled out his phone as he went to his bedroom, only to find it dead and out of battery. Of course... He thought to himself, plugging it in to charge while he showered and got dressed. The shower felt like heavenly rain as he had it on cold and let it pour over him, washing over his sins and mistakes. He could still see Blair's face in his eyes. He scrubbed his body, not caring that it hurt, and came out with a towel wrapped around, quickly finding things to wear for today. He picked out a plain black t-shirt and some dark grey jeans, sneakers and after thinking about it he decided not to wear the hoodie. His body felt overly hot from last night, so he doubted he would need it at all. As he combed through his hair, feeling as his headache slowly dulled, he checked his phone, noticing that there were very few messages, he would have expected some from Briony or... As he looked a simple message floated in from Briony, and he felt his heart snap just a tad more. You're so sorry? This is my fault. He thought to himself. He flicked open her contact and tried to formulate a sentence, but eventually he scrapped it, his mind unable to process letters, and attempted to ring her, but it simply went through to voicemail, so he left a simple message. "Hey Bri... I'm sorry too. That should never have happened. I hope you're okay. You can blame me... I should have known better." He said, before hanging up. He regretted it immediately, but it was too late. That was when he realized something, he had no idea where Aubrey was.

He flicked through his messages with Aubrey, but the last one had been him asking where they were last night. He checked her socials but she hadn't posted anything since before then. He tried to call her but the phone must have been dead because it always went straight to voicemail. "Damn it Aubrey where are you?" Chris murmured as he decided to head out the house before any more of his family woke up and wanted to badger him about his state. Plus he didn't really want to do all the dishes that Phillip had left. Slamming the door loudly and wincing at the pain he tried to think of where Aubrey could be, but came up with nothing. He flicked on Briony's message again. "Hey, you don't know where Aubrey is do you? She didn't come back with us last night... did she?" He messaged, still unsure himself about his own memories. He had a memory of talking to someone about Aubrey but he had no idea who and at what time that might have been. He might not have remembered any of last night had Blair not come back, it had been such a shock to his system to see her that it shocked his memory in place, so sadly he could remember all he'd done with Briony too, although not much before then. Shaking his head he decided to go for a run, he could look for Aubrey and clear his head, before training started. His hopes were that he wouldn't bump into anyone, or at the very least maybe Fable, because she didn't know all the things he'd done and maybe... he could feel like his normal self. Or vex... He opened his phone again to write a message to Vex. "Hey Vex, can we have another session with the doctor as soon as possible?" He wanted to be fixed, and the doctor could do it. He sighed softly then steeled himself as he set his jaw in place and began to jog through the compound, hoping to work up a sweat and sweat out all the leftover hangover. Every now and then he would keel over and cough for half a minute or so, spitting up blood on the side of the pavement, but he had forgotten to bring any lull, so he needed to wait till he got to the infirmary or saw Charlie. He would make his way there after.

Interacting with: Briony via text Wolfiee Vex via text Sanctuaryforall1

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Thorn

Mood: Worried

Location: Training Center, Chasm

Interactions: Mav, Aubrey, Mentions Blair & Charlie

Hours ticked by and as they did so Thorn paced restlessly back and forth in the halls of the training center. He was waiting for any news from Blair or Charlie about what was happening, any information that could result in a method for him to help. Time ticked by and he stood as a sentry guarding the door the girls remained behind until suddenly it occurred to him that maybe, just maybe, they were avoiding coming out because he was there. The idea wasn’t entirely unrealistic in his mind, it was an avoidance strategy he knew quite well, one his mother had used when he was younger and she didn’t want him to see the damage done by his father. The thought gripped his stomach like a claw and he felt the cold prick of dread climbing up his spine. Instantly he felt the dire need to stay and make sure Blair was alright but on the off chance she was hiding he knew it was unfair to keep her and Charlie prisoner because they were too kind to ask him to bugger off. “Hey, uhhh Mav?” He called to the instructor after a moment, his hand moving to the back of his neck. “I think…I think I am gonna shove off for now…” He informed the instructor who he knew Charlie and Blair would likely feel more comfortable making their reappearance around, not an initiate like him. “If…if they need me at all…just please let me know. I’ll come right back if they say the word.” He swore, his eyes as firm as his words.

Once Mav agreed to reach out if something were to happen or if Blair and Charlie needed it, Thorn turned and departed the training center. Outside the sky had shifted during the hours he had been hidden away within the building and there was a cool breeze that blew down the streets and alleyways. Shoving his hands in his pockets Thorn began to make his way down the paved sidewalk, his head ducked and his hood pulled up to keep his ears warm. The heavily freckled young man didn’t exactly have a destination in mind as he strolled about the streets of his birth faction. He considered returning to his workshop to catch a few winks of sleep but found that his feet weren’t inclined to carry him there despite his exhaustion. He still had a bit of time before the day's training began and so, despite his better judgment, Thorn began to wander towards the chasm. His old home lay on the other side in one of the worst parts of the district and he hadn’t gone back since the fire. For days it hadn’t felt right to go to the place where his mother had perished so suddenly but now it almost felt as though he had abandoned her there. He wanted to go back, see what remained, maybe find some of her old things that could have survived so he could keep a piece of her with him always. It was a far-fetched dream, he knew that the fire had burned hotter than Hades and Thorn had been informed days ago that likely nothing survived. Yet, he still had this hope, a little voice in the back of his mind whispering to him that he should check and see, that he should follow the path and he might find something important at the end of it.

Booted feet thumped on the steps of the chasm as Thorn made his descent. He was deep in thought and thus not expecting to suddenly lose his footing when the stairs suddenly became slicker than usual. The tred of his boot skated across the stone for a moment before Thorn reached out and caught himself from falling by grabbing the railing. It was as his hand adjusted that he noticed the sticky texture clinging to his hand and caught the familiar scent of copper pennies…blood. Looking at his hand then at his shoes he saw the dark stain of crimson blood on his flesh and just past his fingers his good eye focused on a figure crumpled at the bottom of the steps. “Oh god!” He gasped and swiftly, yet cautiously, made his way down the steps toward the ragdoll-like girl lying at the bottom. “Ma’am! Ma’am, are you alright?” He called out as he approached, hoping to see some sign that she might have heard him so he would know she was responsive and not unconscious or worse…dead.

Skidding across the ground which was wet with water, blood, and by the smell of it possibly bile too, Thorn sank to his knees and reached a gentle hand forward. “Ma’am?” He called again, not wanting to frighten the young woman as his rough fingertips touched her shoulder. As gently as he could yet with great haste he pulled her towards him and away from the chasm edge she lay dangerously close to. As he moved the young woman his eyes landed on her face for the first time as it now was angled towards him and he sucked in a breath. “Aubrey?” He gasped and instantly his fingers were on her neck, checking for a pulse and he felt his heart stop for a moment when he thought he didn’t find one. Luckily with a slight adjustment, he soon found the thumping of life beneath her flesh but the rate of her pulse was alarming. “Aubrey I don’t know if you can hear me but it’s Thorn.” He told her in a tone that he hoped would gain her attention and get the message across if she could even hear him at all. “You’re hurt but I need to move you, I need to get you to the hospital.” He continued as he took in the state of her and knew he would have to be incredibly careful with every move he made. By the state of her ribs and the bruising that had spread there, he was worried that one, if not more, were broken and he didn’t want to risk causing a punctured lung. That was not his only concern as he knew internal bleeding and concussion were other possible injured he could be looking at. As delicately as he could Thorn gathered the young woman up into his arms, not batting an eyelash at the fluids he was gathering on himself and his clothes in doing so. “Hang in there Aubrey.” He told her as he began to ascend the steps, carrying the young woman towards the nearest hospital. He didn’t care how it made him look once he got her there, he just needed to make sure she lived.

WanderLust. Nerdy.

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Bloom

Mood: Mixed

Location: Street / Bloom's Apartment

Interactions: Phillip, Mentions Charlie

When the night began to dwindle to a close Bloom couldn’t help but feel a bit disappointed. The hidden gem Phillip had taken her to had proven to be a magical mental oasis for her. Stealing her worries about everything going on in her life, in the lives of her friends, in the lives of the initiates, in Dauntless in general. She wasn’t usually one to try and escape things when they became rough, but for a single night, it had been blissful to dance and laugh with Phillip as Honey raced between them. A few times she took Honey by the front paws and danced with the sweet girl, making jokes about how she needed to show Phillip how dancing really looked. It was moments like these that Bloom truly began to wonder if maybe, just possibly, there was a true chance for she and the older Parks boy to be something more. They had been dancing around each other since initiation, she could still remember Delilah telling her that she and Phillip just needed to find a room and get it out of their system. The idea of that had seemed so impossible at the time but every now and then over the past several years, several days in fact, she was curious if perhaps Delilah had been onto something.

When she and Phillip were walking back to her place, their steps in sync and Honey pitter-patter of paws just beside them, Bloom made sure to thank the young man for the evening. “It was certainly a spot I’d be eager to return to, provided I had company to experience it with.” She winked at him and chuckled, her casual flirty nature peeking through with the help of the drinks still slightly buzzing in her system. “And of course I mean Honey.” She added with a chuckle and gave Phillip’s shoulder a playful bump as they walked. When they finally reached the steps to her apartment building she turned to look at her companion and for an instant, it seemed he was considering something, or rather hesitating. She didn’t have much of a chance to ponder what that might be before his arms were wrapped around her in a hug. Without missing a beat she returned the gesture by wrapping her arms around his center and embracing him. Naturally, her head was tucked against him and as they hugged the scent of apples and cinnamon filled her nose and she felt at ease. Eventually, the two pulled apart and as Phillip and Honey began to stroll away Bloom lifted her hand in a small wave goodbye. “Get home safe, okay?” She called after them before turning to make her own way upstairs and into her apartment.

The rest of the night passed uneventfully as Bloom got inside, checked her phone for any updates from Charlie, and quickly sent her a text telling her she was home if she needed anything. Waiting a few minutes for a reply from her best friend Bloom finally decided to continue her routine and took a shower, cleaned off her makeup, changed, drank some tea, and soon found herself lying on top of her bed. She was checking her phone again just to make sure Charlie hadn’t reached out, she was a bit worried not hearing from her but then again it was late and she knew the young medic may very well be asleep or with Ghost. Not bothering to get under her covers Bloom threw one of her spare blankets over her exposed legs and rolled over onto her stomach, clutching a pillow against her body as she did so. Her long brunette and crimson hair was fanned out over her shoulders as she drifted to sleep, her phone just an inch or two from her hand in case she got any notifications.

Sooner than she had hoped the alarm she had set for the morning was going off and ivy eyes fluttered open to glare at the screen. The light was offensive and she was forced to blink a few times before being able to take a good look. Still nothing from Charlie but she had a few messages from other friends, one from her coworker at the bar, and two from random hookup who she needed to delete the numbers of.

Getting to her feet Bloom let herself stretch, her muscles appreciating the movement after the climb she did the day prior. She turned and grabbed her hairbrush, running it through her long locks several times in order to work out any knots that may have appeared during her sleep. She made quick work of shedding her pajamas and adoring her attire for the day in the form of a black tank top, ripped black jeans, a red flannel, and combat boots. By the time she was finishing her makeup and her breakfast bar the screen of her phone was glowing with life again and she turned it to get a better look, spotting a message from Phillip. A small smile snuck its way upon her lips as she read the end of the message and she tapped her thumb across the screen to shoot him a quick message back. Yeah, it was a great evening. Hope Honey got some sleep, I think we kept her out past her bedtime lol. Same as usual, I’ll fill you in when we get there. Keep an eye on Shay, I didn’t like her testing yesterday and I’m still worried today. Hitting send she made swift movements around her apartment in preparation for her departure before finally making her way out the door and down to the street below.

Nerdy.

code by Stardust Galaxy

 

[Nerdy.]

Griffon || 18 17 || Initiate || Abnegation Transfer

Griffon slept poorly and yet for a long time, as soon as he got back to the dorm he fell in his bed and passed out, without even changing into pajamas or more comfortable clothes. His sleep was disjointed, his brain couldn't decide between giving him his body, or giving him Cassidy's, so sometimes it was one or the other, and one time it was somehow both. Then it was playing back the days events, it showed him his mother and father, it showed him rain and walking back to the compound, it showed him Fable and it showed him Aya. He didn't understand the dream, and as he woke up he didn't even remember his dream, but he felt groggy, like his head had not slept at all, and he wondered if he would have a headache, if his body reacted with pain. He yawned, grumbling about the fact he'd slept with his clothes on, and noticing that his ear pieces were safely in his box of belongings safely in their packaging. Fable must have put them back when he fell asleep, because he had no memories of taking his hearing aids out. He put them in, but turned them low, as he always liked to do in the morning. He checked his phone, hoping for a text from Cassidy, but no luck, his phone was empty of messages, and he put it down on the bed as he picked out what he wanted to wear. He hated the clothes Cassidy had put him in, and knew that had simply been for safety reasons, to blend into the dark, but he wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible. So off the clothes came, till he was simply in a shirt and shorts, and he took his new clothes into the bathroom with him as he got dressed into the new clothes, a white button up with a dark grey vest over top, nice dark grey dress pants that matched and some black comfortable shoes. He combed his hair a bit so that it didn't look too wild, and made sure to pat his face with some water to try and wake himself up a little bit. Once he felt a bit more alive he exited the bathroom and checked who was still sleeping. It was unusual, but he was one of the few who had woken up late, and he checked his watch to check if he'd missed training, but he still had plenty of time, in fact he had enough time to go get something to eat from the cafeteria, and maybe he would bump into someone there.

Griffon took a while walking to the cafeteria, mostly because while he was groggy he had an even harder time recalling memories, so the directions were a bit lost in his head and he had to take random passages with hope that they would lead him to the cafeteria. Most of them did not, he found himself remembering passages but realizing that he remembered them for different reasons, such as one that led to the infirmary, one that led to the training room, one that led to Thorn's workshop, and one that led to the tattoo parlour. It was as he was taking some more random passages that he even remembered the tattoo that he, Cassidy, Aya and Fable had all gotten. He reached up, gently touching the area that it was, but feeling no sensation and sighing softly. It was a cool tattoo, he thought so, but he kind of wished he could feel it somehow, but it was flat, and thus he couldn't feel it at all. He thought about who he'd been with when he'd gotten it, all the closest people to him. Cassidy, his blood sister, and how she got a Griffin tattoo to honour their relationship. Fable, his adopted sister, who he had more memories of, and her beautiful tattoo that symbolised so much to her, and finally Aya, and how she had tattooed an art piece he'd given her, whilst putting her own beautiful twist on it. He wished he could remember it well, but he'd left the specific journal that he'd put it in in his box of belongings, and so he wouldn't be able to see it until he got back to the dorm. He had a different journal with him today, tucked into his Vest pocket. It was mostly blank. Finally the smell of food hit his nostrils and he realized he had managed to find his way to the cafeteria at last. The smell of freshly cooked things wafted through his nose, as he picked up the smell of bacon, eggs and baking.

He found his feet moving quicker as he sped to the cafeteria and got himself a plate, helping himself to the food that was presented. His belly rumbling he filled his plate with hot bread, bacon and eggs, hash browns, a bowl of yoghurt and of course a hot chocolate. Looking around he spotted a few of his classmates, but the one that was nearest was Randi, who looked like she was about to fall asleep in her plate of half eaten food. Having not interacted with Randi much, but knowing that Cassidy often did, he felt like he should get to know one of her friends. "Is it okay if I sit with you?" He asked politely, watching as she startled, surprised to hear someone talk to her. He immediately felt terrible, realizing she probably wanted to eat alone. "I'm sorry, I can go find somewhere else to sit." He said, but she quickly shook her head, demanding he sit down now, and that she was simply day dreaming and didn't notice him walk up. He smiled softly, still wondering whether she was only being polite or if she truly didn't mind. "I'm not sure why but I'm ravenous today." Griffon said, beginning to eat quickly, and feeling immediately more awake and alive as he did so. Randi answered pretty standardly about how that happened a lot, and he wondered if her mind was elsewhere. "Hey... I hope this isn't strange but... have you heard from Cassidy?" He knew Cassidy said she might have to stay away for a while, but he was hoping she didn't, and that he'd simply missed her and she'd forgotten to message his phone. "I know you two are friends." He said, smiling softly as he drank his hot chocolate and waited for Randi to answer, hoping she'd heard from Cassidy.

Interacting with: Randi Sanctuaryforall1

 

[Nerdy.]

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

Charlie did just as she messaged Ghost, attempting to stay awake all night because she was honestly too scared to go to sleep. She knew that it didn't matter, that if Jeremy turned up and she was asleep or awake then she would be helpless, yet somehow the idea of being able to know what was happening was just the slightest bit comforting, and the idea of having him unknowingly reach her was terrifying. There had been many times in her life where she had been awoken by Jeremy, and those had been tremendously traumatic, it had caused her to try to stay awake every single night for months, and she had developed even worse insomnia than she'd had before. She believed she had trained her body by this point to wake at the slightest noise, but she also knew, medically speaking, that if she got too exhausted her body would ignore everything and focus on resting. So she was stuck in the same pattern now, too scared to go to sleep, too scared to leave the infirmary, and... too scared to ask anyone to come and get her. For a multitude of reasons. She knew Bloom was out with Phillip, and she knew how much those two enjoyed each other's company, as much as she believed and had faith that if she messaged either of them they would both drop everything to come and get her, she didn't want that, she didn't want them to give up their lives for her, she didn't want their pity, she wanted their love and protection but she didn't want to just call them whenever she needed them. She wanted at least a facade of being okay. Maybe it would eventually be real then. And Ghost? She figured that if she messaged him again that he would get mad at her, and she really didn't want him to be mad at her, she was already worried that the last nights events, or lack of, had caused him to get mad at her. So she wouldn't ask him to come get her either, he could do whatever he liked, Charlie trusted him not to do anything too stupid... He was usually the smartest person she knew, so she wasn't super worried, plus, if Jeremy had been messing with her today, that meant it was more unlikely that he'd had time to go mess with Ghost. It had been a number of hours between when Jeremy had interacted with Charlie and now, but still, she wanted to believe that everything was fine and he was just not checking his phone because he was doing something fun and interesting, and not because he was in danger.

So she stayed awake, to the best of her abilities, she cleaned the infirmary like it had never been cleaned, cataloguing all the tools, writing everything down in perfect detail, saving all the things on her laptop to a cloud based system so she could recover them even if her laptop died, she checked the batteries on anything and labeled them appropriately, she checked if anything needed charging, she put all her books in alphabetical order and dusted every shelf. She even spent a good half hour or so on her knees scrubbing at the floor with her one good hand to try and remove old blood stains that were barely visible. Her body was slowly down though, and she felt her eyes droop at every activity she tried to put herself to. Finally it got to the point where she was staring blankly at a book, having been on the same page now for at least 20 minutes, re-reading it over and over again as it felt like she wouldn't be able to keep her eyes open. She had no idea what time it was and she didn't want to know, it could only have been a few minutes from when she started, and she knew if that were the case she would feel terrible, knowing a whole night lay ahead of her. So she tried to read this book, soaking in the information as much as she could, the words were flying across the pages in twirls and twists, and she didn't even realize it when her head hit the book and the book hit the desk. The book in question invaded her half-sleeping dreams, as the everlasting darkness that was the enemy in said book, penetrated her dreams and invaded her nightmares. She was in her infirmary but it grew dark by the moment, even a lightbulb couldn't fight it, she could run but it was lapping at her heels, it had the sound of breathing within it, and the sound was familiar to Charlie as her own. Jeremy. The darkness was Jeremy. It chased her, ever getting closer, crawling up her leg and causing her to shake it off as she raced through her dreamscape. Her heart beat fast, her body felt exhausted, and her mind raced with this new power that Jeremy had, to simply be darkness. Her dream continued on for ages, a never ending run that seemed impossible to succeed, it wasn't until she felt a sharp burst of pain that she jolted awake, yelping and skidding back, falling off of her office chair and landing on the ground, using her hands to try stabilise herself she let out a quick scream before biting down on her lip, as her wrist collapsed under the pressure and her body toppled to the ground.

Clenching her jaw and trying hard not to pierce her lip Charlie tried to firstly slow her breathing down. She took deep breaths, her body shivering and her wrist throbbing extremely. Her eyes weren't quite awake enough to assess anything so she just kept them closed with her cheek pressed up a gainst the cool tile floor of her infirmary. She was still terrified that Jeremy was right behind her, but finally she realized what had happened. She had fallen asleep, she had had a nightmare, as usual, and then she had woken up for some reason. The throbbing in her wrist gave a pretty good indication as to what might have woken her up, she must have moved it, bumped it or let too much blood flow down into it, for it was extensively more painful than it had been when she went to sleep. Groggily she sat up, unwrapping it gently, biting down hard as it took everything within her not to groan at the pain. As she unwrapped it her eyes were introduced to familiar looking marks, red and black bruises clearly in the shape of a tight grip surrounded her wrist, and she could see that it was heavily inflamed and swollen. Standing up on shaky legs she went to the freezer and got out an ice pack, wrapping it against the wrist and laying the wrist on the infirmary bed, which when she was sitting on the office chair rose above it. She knew she should have a cloth in between the ice pack and her skin, but she also knew that this felt much better, the intense cold on the intense pain. Plus, as soon as possible she would wrap it back up and nobody would see, and she wouldn't notice if it was also burned. She gently rested, trying not to fall back to sleep, and waited for the ice pack to be no longer useful, once it had lost all it's cold she put it back into the freezer and got out a numbing cream, she gently applied it to her wrist, and then began to slowly wrap the wrist in a bandage again. It was at this point that she heard footsteps, and she panicked, Jeremy's face coming in to her minds eye as she feared him finding her at last.

Interacting with: Possibly Ghost Aviator Vex Sanctuaryforall1 and Cassidy?

 

[Nerdy.]

Aubrey Stark || 16 || Initiate || Dauntlessborn

Aubrey had no memory or consciousness of Thorn coming to her rescue, she was in a black pit of nothingness, her body, soul and mind separated and swimming lost in nothingness. She never heard Thorn's voice, nor did she feel his strong touch or affirming grasp of her failing body. She would never know how he was begging her to hold on, how he was soothing her even as he ran full speed with her in his arms, she would never know that he kept checking she was breathing and was prepared to do CPR for her to survive this. Because Aubrey was out to the world, completely, and her body was designated for a fatal ending. Her heart was beating slowly and unsurely, it was faltering, her breath came slowly and falteringly, her blood pressure spiking to a worryingly high number. Thus she wouldn't be able to know that Thorn got her to the hospital just in time, as her body seized up and she began to violently shake in Thorn's arms, no control within her, no consciousness, her body becoming cold and blue as it struggled to move the oxygen around. Doctors rushed to Thorns aid and she was put on a bed as doctors wheeled her away and a kind nurse came to tend to Thorn. Unbeknownst to Aubrey her body was trying to fix the problem, but the problem was the alcohol, and her whole system was alcohol by this point, so the body was trying to kill everything. The doctors inserted IV's and tubes, her stomach was pumped even as she lay unconscious, they watched her carefully, worried she would go into cardiac arrest, worried that she would have another seizure, worried that they'd have to perform surgery. Ever so slowly over the next hour her body began to become hydrated again, the alcohol level dropped rapidly and she began to breathe well enough for them to take the tube out of her throat. Her stomach was completely empty. This was when the examination of her injuries occurred, as a removal of her clothes soon showed intense bruising of her ribs, her face was black, red and blue and swollen, abrasions and lacerations covered her face and shoulders. The most important thing was providing aid for her broken ribs and abdominal injuries, after careful investigation X-ray's and an MRI they concluded her breaks were bad but would heal, plus the doctors were very well trained and had high tech. Her intestines, stomach, uterus and bowels were all likely bruised and a bit mishapen, but it was unlikely that any of them were perforated or collapsed, there was possible internal bleeding so they gave her medicine for that to recover. Finally there was nothing left to do except watch for the next few hours, so she was wheeled to a room, an IV line in her arm and her body barely draped with a hospital gown, as her clothes had been taken off her and chucked in the garbage due to damage.

It was the hunger in her belly that caused her to wake. Her eyes groggy, everything fuzzy, her ears ringing and her body slow and sluggish. She didn't feel pain at first, she just felt.... a lot. The lights in the room were blaring so hard down at her that she would have sworn she was staring straight at the sun. A muted groan passed her lips and a familiar voice called her name softly, a questioning way. Fluttering her eyes she blinked away the blinding light and attempted to move her head. The pain then spiked in, as she suddenly felt everything all at once. Her throat raw from vomiting so much, and the tube for her stomach pumping having left a stinging sensation over top. Her head throbbing from the dehydration, her arm stung from the IV, her ribs hurt in ways she'd never felt and couldn't explain, her abdomen felt like it had been stitched together, and her face felt like a pillow, a very sore and swollen pillow. Groaning again she moved her head with effort, to look at whoever was in this room with her, and her eyes caught a familiar sight, soft brown hair, a round face with freckles and a worried look, a sturdy and stunning Thorn sat there, watching her with wide and worried eyes. It took her a while to process the information, as she stared at him with bloodshot blue eyes. "Thorn?" She attempted to say, her voice raw with pain, she began to cough, sending shivers of pain up her body as she winced and laid her head back as her world began to spin. It spun for a while, and she never heard Thorn's response as she closed her eyes for what she thought was a moment, but was actually a few minutes. When she opened them again she saw a cup of water next to her, and she eagerly reached out, her hand shaking so much that as she went to hold it water began to tip out dangerously. Thorn's strong hand quickly interceded, reaching out to steady her own hand, and offering a straw for her to drink it easier. Aubrey would have thanked him if her throat was not dry, but instead she just drank, easily drinking the cool glass of water and then lying back down on the bed as she felt the relief of cold water on her raw throat. Licking her dry and broken lips she finally attempted to speak again. "Thanks... Thorn..." She said, voice still raw but no longer feeling like it was actively bleeding. Her stomach grumbled with pain, and she wanted to hold it, but her body was so exhausted. Thorn spoke up, asking if she was hungry. "Fuck yes, I'm starving." She said, attempting to sit up but failing again. Thorn assured her she should stay lying down and he would go find her something to eat. She nodded, again nodding off into an uncomfortable unconsciousness as her body tried to heal itself.

She had no idea how long Thorn was gone, but him opening the door again startled her, and she blinked back sleep as she stared at him, her eyes losing some of the bloodshot, and more colour in her now. Thorn smiled with relief, although it could hardly be called a smile. He held a tray that held a few different items of food. The sight and smell of food seemed to give Aubrey a boost of energy, as she finally felt like she could scooch herself into a sitting position. Thorn, seeing her try to do this, rushed over, putting the tray down and motioning to a button on the bed. He told her it would do that job for her, and she watched as he touched a button and the back of the bed rose up slowly, making her sit up without her having to use any muscle at all. As soon as she winced Thorn stopped, and he put the remote down. "What did you get me?" She asked. He held out the tray, putting it gently on her lap so she could reach it without much worry. There was a warm soft bread roll, a pot of yoghurt, a bowl of mac & cheese and some jelly. She breathed in deeply, the smell of bread causing her mouth to water, and she picked up the spoon, her hand shaking as she did so. She clenched her jaw, not wanting Thorn to have to feed her, and forced herself to do it, watching as the macaroni wobbled on the spoon, threatening to fall off, but she finally managed to get it to her mouth, and she almost melted into the bed as it did so, the taste seeming divine, and she couldn't tell if that was because it was actually good, or because she was extremely hungover. After a few bites, and as she now held the bread bun up to her face as she took nibbles out of it, she finally met eyes with Thorn, guilt and shame deep within her own gaze. "Thank you... I... Do you know what happened?" She asked, her last memory being back wen both Chris and Briony were at the club with her. She had no memories past that, not currently. Thorn looked concerned, asking her if she remembered anything. "I... I don't... I remember being with Chris and Briony and then I woke up here." She said, her eyes wide and frightened as she realized that very fact, she had no memory of what had transpired. Would she ever remember? Had anything else happened to her? She hadn't looked under this hospital gown, but she could very well have been... Her eyes and lip quivered as she realized how many things might have happened to her if she couldn't remember.

Interacting with: Thorn Sanctuaryforall1

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Vex

Mood: Secret

Location: Warehouse

Interactions: Ghost. Cas

Whiskey gold eyes narrowed as the slightly older male began to stir behind her. Ghost had been so enjoyable when he was passed out, far more charming than when he began to open his mouth. But alas, all good things must come to an end and it didn’t take long for the former instructor to start spewing questions with what little energy he had. She found him entertaining and enjoyed watching the gears turn and turn in his mind as he tried to figure out all that had happened, how he had gotten here, how she had gotten here, who or what she was. He hadn’t even noticed that the two of them were far from alone. In the shadows, Cassidy Wickham sat recovering from her what Vex had gathered to be a cumulation of things, not just the blood draw she had performed to save Ghost's life. Despite how he might currently be feeling Vex couldn’t help but internally smirk in amusement regarding the amount of luck young Ghost had. He was someone of interest to the good doctor so it was her job to keep him alive and in another twist of luck he managed to have found himself a walking blood bank in the form of Cassidy. A useful bit of information that she had made mental note of.

Her mission of saving Ghost had been far less eventful than she had hoped. Sneaking up on Jeremy Daniels only to apply pressure to all the right points to paralyze him in pain had been only the tip of the iceberg when it came to what she WANTED to do versus what she was required to do. Had the continued breathing of Jeremy Daniels not been a requirement at the moment she would have relished watching the giant fall by her hands. So much might and muscle and yet she had brought him to his knees without him ever realizing he needed to fight, without him ever even getting a good look at her as he was temporarily blinded by pain. It was enough for her to get Ghost out and away from the door death was opening for him. Cassidy had even managed to get off a few non-lethal shots, not as creative as Vex would have been but then again guns were a tool, not a toy, they were meant to be efficient, knives and the like were made for fun.

Noticing the sway in Cassidy’s footsteps as she approached Ghost, Vex swiftly reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a protein bar. “Eat this before you pass out.” She instructed, her words never losing their silky and seductive layering that had been engrained into her very soul through years of programming. She listened to the two of them go back and forth as Ghost made jests about Cassidy being the nurse to her doctor. Doctor? That she most certainly was not but she had a vast understanding of the human anatomy, how to make things work, how to fix things, and how to make them stop working. She was far from a healer but she knew how to keep her prey alive, or in this case her objective. “Now now you two, play nice.” Her words came out like whiskey and honey. “ I don’t think I have it in me to kiss any new injuries better.” She purred to the duo as Ghost made a show of messing with Cassidy before hitting his head on the ground. She had skillfully avoided most of the conversation, especially Ghost’s questions regarding who and what she was. Still, she did find mild entertainment in the interactions she received from Ghost, and Cassidy was a curious creature as well, one Vex certainly had on her list to look further into.

In her pocket she felt her phone vibrate and pulled the screen out to quickly read what it said, making it appear that she was merely checking the time. Chris had messaged her asking to set up another session with Dr. Munro as soon as could be arranged. In a swift movement, she sent back a short message of ‘Of course! Are you okay?’ before returning her phone to her pocket. “If you are both fit to walk or hobble, whatever Ghost is into these days, we should get moving.” She told them. She got to her feet and approached, offering her hand to whichever might need help getting up. She wasn’t one for mercy, she hadn’t been since she was a child, but she needed to play the part to complete her objective. She had saved Ghost’s life tonight, patched him up, helped keep Cassidy alive, and now she was getting them home safely. There was no sense of reward in her mind for her actions, simply the feeling that she was doing what she had to in order to see Dr. Munro’s vision become reality. Mercy was not her thing but pleasing her creator…now that brought her joy.

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


Hearing her name out of Ghost's lips, her real name, she drew back with a sharp intake of breath, losing her calm demeanour for a second as her dark eyes widened and her mind froze. But only a second, as soon enough she let her features drop back into the unreadable features that she liked to keep them in, and she thought about it as Ghost playfully laughed at her reaction. It shouldn't be too hard to remember that Ghost had seen her before, of course her memory was a little fuzzy, as she had been using Griffon's body and thus had been subject to his failing memory, she recalled seeing Ghost there, but hadn't realized he'd been close enough to hear the encounter that Griffon had had with her parents in her body. Ghost also wouldn't have known that it was Griffon in her body, obviously, and would have presumed she had been the one genuinely talking to them, she wondered if he'd figured out who they were, she imagined he must at least assume it. As he made fun at her name, and playfully played with her hands and his she examined him quietly, she'd watched him take the drugs right in front of her, and now it was clear what it was, the almost sickly sweet smell, the behaviour that had been exhibited and now it seemed a slight pain relief seemed to point to it being lull. She hadn't realized Ghost used lull, drugs were fairly common and as he had noted he did look like someone who took drugs, but to take lull? Ghost seemed too smart to do that, Cassidy was too smart to do that, she took small amounts, and had built up a large amount of immunity to it since childhood... So did Ghost require it? Or was it by choice that he took such an expensive and strenuous drug? Questions that Cassidy might ask on another day, she smiled and gently stroked the back of Ghost's hand with her thumb, she couldn't be bothered getting back up, and had sat delicately on the floor, shivering slightly at the cool concrete. Anika spoke up, and she looked over at her, listening as she spoke about needing to head off, Cassidy nodded, quickly getting up as safely as she could, and watched as Anika helped Ghost up. Cassidy did not offer to help carry/drag/assist Ghost and Anika at all, but rather she watched with quiet demeanour and a fast thinking mind. She needed to get away, her mother could be right outside, and if she went with these two she would be endangering them and making herself a bigger and easier to find target. "I'll head off." Cassidy said, as Vex started to shift Ghost out. The two seemed surprised, as Cassidy was clearly in need of medical attention as well. But what they didn't know was that she had a ticking time that was slowly catching up with her. "Save some meds for me though." She said half-jokingly, shooting them both a wink, primarily aimed at Ghost, and saluting them loosely. Vex shrugged, almost like she didn't care, and Cassidy thought she detected a note of worry on Ghost's face. "Don't worry, I can look after myself." She said, biting her bottom lip softly and turning around, strutting towards the back of the building they were in, listening as the other two left from the other direction.

Cassidy spent a long while checking the exits out as best as she could, finally she figured that she wasn't currently found here, and made her escape. Slipping out of the building she kept to the shadows and alleyways as best she could, being grateful for the darkness and the occasional rainfall the hide her footsteps and any noise she might make. She needed new clothes, and eventually medical supplies, but that wasn't top in her mind, first she needed to run. Moving quickly she zig zagged through the factionless area, sneaking through buildings, under bridges, over rooftops, she even eyed a sewer, but chose not to go in, fearing getting lost down there. As she went through a house that actually had residents in it, she stopped, taking a rest for a moment, listening out for anything or anyone inside the house or out. Once she felt she was safe she gently tip-toed through the house, looking for an empty room and finally finding one, softly stepping in she gently opened the drawers, looking for clothes she could wear. She was able to find, thankfully, a pair of leggings that were just a little small on her, a black tank top and a black hoodie. It was perfect attire, and although the tight leggings were a tad uncomfortable and made her legs throb a little bit, she did like how they made her butt look massive. She got dressed silently, and dumped her clothes in the washing basket, knowing that it would cause a strange event in the house, but hoping that it might make her mother lose her scent, if that's how she tracked her. She still didn't know, how her mother tracked her, but she was trying to take every precaution. Sneaking back out of the bedroom she made a quick stop in the bathroom, having not used one for a while, and wanting to look for medical supplies, thankfully there were a few in the bathroom, and she was able to gently bandage some of the immediate injuries, and popped a handful of what looked to be pain meds down. As she exited the house she grabbed a bottle of whiskey that seemed to be almost finished, and finished it, eventually throwing the bottle somewhere else when she was out of earshot of anyone that she could see. Soft shoes and black attire meant she felt much more safe, and she made her way back towards the Dauntless compound. The pain meds she'd taken weren't working, and her body was slowing down dramatically, the blood loss had taken a huge toll on her and she was worried she would pass out. She knew if she did pass out that she would be found by her mother, and that would be it. She would never see Griffon again, or Randi, or Shay, or Aya. She'd never get to have that playful banter with Ghost again, and she'd never watch her brother and Aya finally get together. She couldn't pass out. Fighting through extreme brainfog she started to speed up rather than sneak, and was running most of the time, using as many short cuts as she could find.

Eventually she made it to the Dauntless compound, and managed to make her way in through the roof, having scrambled up using some dodgy pipes and bad brickwork. The only people on the roof were some druggies who were passed out, and Cassidy faltered, almost grabbing their drugs off them, but decided against it, not wanting to cause a fight should they wake while she was doing so, and not wanting to possibly get an infection or some disease from what they were taking. She snuck in silently, avoiding the heavily lit areas of Dauntless, and made her way silently towards the infirmary. She wasn't as scared of her parents coming into Dauntless, she doubted they would, however she didn't want to linger here long. They didn't know she was in Dauntless, they thought she was factionless, so she didn't want them realizing she was Dauntless. She just wanted them to think she was grabbing weapons and supplies, which is exactly what she was doing. She knew the training room would be pointless, but she knew where the armoury was, and was fairly confident she could get into it, so she made her way there first, believing everyone would be gone from that area at this point. Thankfully she was correct, and she took only a few things that wouldn't be missed. Some knives, some throwing stars, a garotte and she thought about taking a gun, but she was almost certain that would get noticed, so she left it, instead taking extra knives. She thought there might be extra medical supplies here too, but there were not, an which meant that she needed to go to the infirmary or the hospital, and the hospital was too likely to catch her. The infirmary just meant she had to get past Charlie. She made her way silently to the infirmary as well, and when she got there she saw the lights were still on, but the door was shut, although... from the shape of the people inside she was fairly sure Ghost had finally made his way here, and it looked like Charlie was with him. Damn it, Ghost she could deal with, but she didn't want Charlie fussing over her and telling people she was here. She needed secrecy. She gently nibbled at her lip, holding her head as wave after wave of headache coursed through her body, each one threatening to cause her to pass out, and each time she panted for breath as she forced herself to remain awake. You can do this. Just... don't pass out. Wait for Charlie to leave, or go to sleep. She told herself, her eyes wanting to close but her mind needing her to stay awake.

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