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"Fight each other eh?.." Sen asked rhetorically. She had fought her whole life to get by, but she had never been in a real *Fight* per-say. She turned to the other girls and asked " Do you..have any advice? " Sen was a proud young woman, but she wasn't stupid. She knew she was out...

Sen nodded her head in agreement and added "Nosy yes, and loud, and hyper competitive.." Sen found herself slipping into cynicism again, so she tried to put a more positive spin on things. "At any rate, I'm glad not everyone here like that. " Sen then held up a bottle of water looking...

Sen Finally perked up and spoke. "sorry.. I kinda lost myself in thought for a moment.. it's been a long day.. I'd prefer to put it behind me.." Noticing another girl, she found herself feeling strangely comfortable. At least for now there wasn't any competition, or struggle, just some girls...

Sen eventually found her way to the mess hall, and found herself an empty table where she could eat. She looked down at the questionable meal she had been given, sneering at how greasy and unhealthy it all looked. She looked over to see another initiate pretending to kill her divergent...

Sen despised the fact that she was called out, and hated even more that he was right. She felt humiliated, but that shame made her aware that she was sticking out too much. There was little she could do to save face, so she simply mouthed * Fuck you* before walking as far out of sight as...

Sen woke up on the ground near a large net as people were continuing to land in it and walk by. Apparently the stress of the fall caused her to pass out briefly. "Dammit" she complained as she struggled to her feet. The last thing she wanted was to look weak in front of the others and here...

Hearing Smith took Sen by surprise, she didn't expect to see him again, let alone remember his voice. Walking over beside him near the edge of the hole she barked "You there! The boy with the dream catcher?. Listen to me.." Her gaze lowered to the ground before she continued " Take this as...

Sen walked through the crowds on her way to this hole to an abyss that everyone was going on about. If all that was required of her was to jump, then her new life would be a lot simpler then her old one. But it was when she was close enough to see it that she realized why no one had gone...

Now it was Sens turn. she waited in line as the others jumped. in truth it was a tactic to stall as she hated the idea of jumping from a moving train. sneering, and cursing under her breath she inched to the edge, took a deep breath a jumped. The jump did not teat her well; her cloths tore...

Sen eyed him up and down with a distrusting sneer, but the bleeding was becoming annoying, and it didn't look like it would stop on its own; so she agreed. reluctantly letting him wrap it, she mumbled out an embarrassed "Thank you.." As Smith bandaged it, she looked around with a nervous...

Looking at the dream catcher, a sort of jealousy to root in her. she never had a sibling, or anything special made for her. She snapped back " I was raised Candor, we don't hold faith in superstitious trinkets." Realizing she was being cruel, she sighed and apologized. "... Sorry.. I guess...

Sen could barely hear anything over the sounds of the train, and her still heavy breathing. however she did notice Smith enter the car. he was standing very close to her, but it wasn't his fault. there was very little room on the small train car, but she still felt an invasion of her...

Standing off in a less crowded area she heard the announcement that "those who don't get on will be factionles" This idea terrified Sen, all her ideals, all her plans for her future could be gone before the ever started. Snapping from her frozen fear, she sprinted for everything she was...

Satu Ammada was one of the last Dauntless to be called. when it came time for her name, she almost didn't rise to it. After an awkward pause, she stood up with a sneer, before adopting a blank expression. As she slowly walked down to the bowls there was little cheering. only a few who...