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Vex

Mood: Calculating

Location: Testing Center

Interactions: Griffon

As Ghost described the testing scenario for the day Vex stood by with the rest of the initiates and listened carefully. While she might need to focus on her duties with Chris the dark eyed beauty was also more than well aware that her primary objective at this point in time was to firmly establish herself in Dauntless. That meant that no matter what and no matter how she would need to make her ranking one of the highest without standing out too much. So far, she had managed to do so with little issue seeing as she had been training for these tests and this initiation for the majority of her life. It was her job, her life purpose to do exactly as she was told by Dr. Munro and his associates. So, if part of their plans involved having an operative stationed in Dauntless, rising in the ranks, bending the faction to the will of Erudite, Vex would make it happen or die trying. She knew it wouldn’t be easy but that was a challenge Vex welcomed. Initiation thus far though had been less of a challenge for her. She had to hold herself back during the combat portions of their initiation because if she showed her true skills it would show too much of her hand. The fear simulations had mostly been a success due to the fact that she had undergone special fear training during her reeducation as a child. Now she just needed to place well in this one-on-one fear scape and she would be one step closer to reaching her goal.

Whiskey brown eyes watched as cards were drawn and Charlie’s draw was the lowest of the bunch. From the intelligence the erudite transfer had gathered on the instructor Vex didn’t believe any of Charlie’s fears lined up with any of her own. She had faith that she would be able to manage this scenario easily enough and her confidence only grew when she saw who she would be facing in the simulation. Griffon was one initiate who had never stuck out as a threat to Vex but rather a curiosity. He was so kind, so gentle, he reminded her of a lamb that would all too easily walk away with the wolf disguised as a sheep. He wasn’t as pathetic as some of her other prey such as Bella who had barely been any source of entertainment in the moments before her death. The bland girl sobbing and begging for her life but not putting up any true fight to keep it. But she also had a sneaking suspicion he wouldn’t simply take a beating like Thorn had. Vex still felt the prickle of satisfaction as she remembered how badly she had beaten the young man who refused to fight back during the last free for all. Griffon was an unknown entity even to himself and that intrigued Vex greatly.

As Bloom began preparing the serum to give to initiates Vex placed herself towards the front of the line and soon found herself set up near Griffon. When the young man spoke to her Vex put on a convincing sweet smile and nodded at him. “Best of luck to you Griffon.” She replied in a voice that was soft and kind much like she pretended to be when around the other initiates. Soon after Bloom came by and stuck both she and Griffon with needles and in just a few blinks Vex was out.

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Before she could even open her eyes Vex felt the strong breeze blowing against her skin and whipping her hair around her face. Blinking once then twice the young woman watched the world unfold around her, a giant expanse of open sky with the ground hundreds of feet below. It didn’t take a genius to discover what fear was being brought forth in this moment and Vex had a feeling that even if she weren’t aware that this was a simulation she would still be fine to some degree. Heights hadn’t been an issue for her since she was a small and pathetic child. After being left to live on the edge of one of the tallest buildings in the city for a week and a half when she was ten Vex no longer felt her gut twist and her heart race when faced with great heights. Dr. Munro had been very clear with her that the worst that would happen when faced with heights is falling and if that happens then she has nothing else to worry about because she will be nothing once she hits the ground. It was one of the many lessons she had learned from the good doctor as she grew and it was certainly coming in handy now.

Of course, Vex wanted to make sure nothing seemed suspicious to those looking on from the real world so she made sure to get her heart racing a little before calming down as if realizing this was all just a scenario as she guessed many of the other initiates would. With that the young woman began looking around and after a moment of searching she noted another figure further down the line from her. It seemed Griffon was still attempting to gain his bearings as he looked out at the expanse before them then back at the office windows there were pressed against. While he was wrapping his head around the situation Vex had already begun scouting the building for options. Soon enough she began to spy the hidden foot holds that a free climber would need to scale a skyscraper such as this. Carefully turning, the heel of her boot brushing the edge of the landing she was on, Vex reached upwards and grasped the mental lip at the edge of the window. Slowly at first she began moving from lip to lip, making sure to keep three points of contact at all times. Soon enough though, Vex began to grow familiar with the pattern and her movements grew quicker and more confident though she always made sure to keep in mind that one slip and she would fail. Below her at some point she heard what sounded like a crash and glanced down to see Griffon entering the building through the window before coming back out a moment later. Finally, it seemed he had spotted her and she already had a great lead on him.

Nerdy.

code by Stardust Galaxy

 

[Nerdy.]

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

Christian had quite happily stood listening to conversations and finishing what he had been talking about with the girls and Rhys, when it seemed that it was the time for Ghost to make his appearance. Now, usually when Ghost appeared Chris would become angry and unreasonable, but after Ghost had apologized the week prior, and with all the training he was receiving with Vex and Dr Munro, Christian was quite happy to see the man, and in fact wondered if there might be anything wrong, given that he had turned up late. It seemed as though Ghost was well aware of his tardiness, as he began speaking almost before he entered the room. His tone was confident and strong, something very Dauntless like, even though Ghost wasn't particularly Dauntless like. He told them about how the day would go forth, and Christian pondered on it. He had done pretty good at the fear simulations, most of the time he had passed with average to high scores. He did wonder if his drug-taking had been a reason for that though, as he knew that the drugs he took numbed his emotions, so he wasn't particularly fearful of anything, even the things he was fearful of. This would be different though, not only would they be aware it was a simulation, but they would be experiencing someone elses fear, and doing so at the same time as someone else, a person they had to beat. Christian watched as the trainers all drew cards and inevitably Charlie was the unlucky one who had to go and set everything up with her fearscapes. As Christian eyed the board with the initiates name on it, he found his name fairly quickly, aligned next to Thorns. This would be a good test of skill, both Thorn and Christian had grown up in Dauntless, both of them were fearless and knew how to brave life. Finding his way over to the man, he placed a hand on his shoulder. "Thorn." He said, watching as Thorn turned around almost wild eyed for a second as he hadn't been expecting Christian so quickly. "I'm sorry about your mother." He replied, having heard about the unfortunate passing of Thorn's mother. Christian still remembered the pain of losing his mum, although when he had lost her he was only 6, so he couldn't imagine the pain of what it might feel like had he lost her now. He wished he could let Thorn know that he felt an inch of what he felt, but he couldn't find the words to say. So he simply squeezed Thorn's shoulder as he left him and went to the seating areas. He wouldn't force Thorn into following him, he knew that eventually he would have to join him anyway. It didn't take long for Christian and Thorn to be seated and administered the serums. Christian laid back, letting the feeling of numb surrender wash over him.

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The first sensation he felt was a deep tickle in the back of his throat. Opening his eyes, he was awakened to the pitch blackness around him. He let out a cough as the tickle continued and painfully roared down into his stomach. Rolling out of bed, he felt around for his lamp, but was unable to find it. That's when he realized what the smell was, as his mind simultaneously recalled the fact this was a simulation, his nose smelled the terribly strong scent of smoke. Fire! He thought in a panic, rising up from his position and stumbling around the pitch black room to the light switch. Flicking it on, he was still met with pitch blackness. "Turn on Damn it!" He yelled, flicking it more but to his dismay it refused to work. There was nothing else he could do, he fumbled again until he felt the door handle and was able to open it. The immense heat that hit him was almost unbearable, and the smoke that suddenly billowed into the room, as well as the intense red and yellow light, caused him to stumble backwards, falling onto his back and causing the wind to come straight out of him. He lay there for a few moments, dazed and in pain, till it dawned on him that he had to find some way out of the house. Rising back up onto his feet, he shielded his eyes with his hands and looked around. He had been expecting to find the hallway outside of his own room, but he had forgotten that this was Charlie's fear, and not his own. Thus, this house was not familiar to him. There was a hallway, and in it was a billow of smoke, and flicking flames around the edges. Christian coughed, again his throat tickling with pain and his eyes stinging. Bringing his shirt up he held it over his mouth as he began to make his way to the nearest exit. Not knowing the layout of the house was almost a death sentence, and he stumbled along with no information, finally making it to a kitchen and seeing where the problem lay. The oven had burst into flame, and now the entire kitchen was aflame. It was impossible to try and get out that way. That's when he remembered that Thorn had come into the simulation with him. Where was he? Christian looked around, struggling to keep his eyes open from the pain, as he backed out of the living room and kitchen. The only way out of this house would be to find a window. He went to the nearest door, but before he opened it, he could hear crackling inside, and saw the smoke and fire that was licking under the door. There was a fire in there as well, if he opened the door it would engulf him. That only left upstairs. He ran through a small patch of fire quickly, getting to the stairs and ascending.

It didn't take him long to find a window and to exit the house, it was a tall drop, but it was nothing for Christian. He had no problem or hesitation. What the problem was though, is that as soon as his feet hit the ground, he looked back and saw someone moving from inside. A scream. There was someone stuck inside. Having just jumped down from the only entrance and exit he could find, Christian knew he had to get back to that same window, or else he would die if he entered through the main door or lower levels. Even now the fire had gornw and now was coming out of the bottom levels and onto the grass. The house itself resembled a fireplace, with the sky as the chimney. Christian knew what he had to do, even if it was stupid, he had to save whoever that was. Even if it was just Thorn still stuck inside. Christian ran back to the ledge, and jumped, easily reaching it, though struggling to keep his grip, he almost slipped down. However he was able to scale up the roof, getting back to the window he had just climbed out of. Entering again without much thought or worry, he yelled out. "Hello? IS anyone still up here?" He screamed over the flames. It took a few seconds but eventually he heard the sound of whimpers and cries, and he ran through the hallway, which was now catching alight, and entered into the room he heard the whimper from. Upon entering the room he immediately recognized Aubrey and Sasha Stark, Charlie's parents. Obviously this was their house. He hadn't been here before so that's why he hadn't recognized it. "Aubrey! Mrs Stark... Can you hear me?" He asked, kneeling down and touching their bodies. Aubrey moaned but otherwise remained unresponsive, Sasha lay still and Christian realized that she might be dead. He struggled quickly trying to find a pulse, but he was not good at this, and there wasn't time. Even though this was a simulation, Christian was beginning to panic a little. But he knew what he needed to do. He needed to get them out of here. Christian lifted Aubrey up first, placing her around his neck and on his back. "Hold on Aubrey." He said, hoping she could hear him. He wasn't sure if she could, but for now she was not slipping down. Squatting, and trying not to lose his balance, struggling to breathe at this point, Christian scooped Sasha Stark into his arms, her body limp, and he turned around back towards the hallway door. That's when he noticed Thorn's figure in the doorway. Wide eyed and staring back at Christian and the two girls. "Thorn! Come help me!" Christian said, but Thorn didn't even move. "Damn it Thorn! This isn't the time for this! We have to get out of here! I can't do this alone!" He said, struggling under the weight of the two girls, and keeping the balance. At this point he could see his exit was becoming less and less available, as the flames were rising higher and higher. Finally unable to wait for Thorn to move, he had no choice but to move past him. Getting into the room with the open window, he felt his knees collapse under the weight and awkwardness of carrying both girls, and he tried as gently as he could to lay them on the floor. He knew that his next move should be to get the girls out, but he couldn't leave Thorn to the shock that was happening to him. He growled lowly and frustrated as he opened the door, just as a billow of flames was coming straight for Thorn, he grabbed the back of the boys shirt and with a giant yank he pulled him back into the room, shutting the door only just in time as flames flew at his face and he had to bat it down. "SNAP OUT OF IT THORN!" He yelled, suddenly becoming angry to his friends inability to react. "This is just a simulation. I'm sorry but I can't rescue you as well." He said honestly, and as he could hear the door to the room beginning to break from the flames and this time having no choice he scooped both women, one in each arm, and jumped straight out of the window, smashing the portion that hadn't been as open as he would have liked, and exiting the house to the sound of the door breaking open and flames entering the room. He hoped Thorn was right behind him, as his body began sliding down the roof. If Thorn didn't catch or help him, this would be a painful fall, and he had no idea if what he was doing was the right way to get out of this simulation on top.

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[Sanctuaryforall1]

Randi

Mood: Flirty/Playful

Location: Testing Center

Interactions: Cas, Ghost

Being around Cas was never boring much like Randi had been told about herself on more than one occasion. No matter the situation, no matter the amount of time Cas always managed to find some way to keep things entertaining and when she came up empty-handed Randi would always have her own suggestions. The two made an incredible pair to the point that it only made sense that they would end up intertwined in one way or another. Hearing that Cas had never seen a horror movie before opened a whole new door of possibilities for the duo. Randi would be her guide into the film genre that was her entire childhood and she needed to make sure the first movie Cas saw was perfectly memorable. Instantly the blonde’s brain began racing with all the possibilities of what movie to show her friend first. She could start with a classic such as Halloween, Friday the 13th, or Nightmare on Elm Street. A good slasher was always fun to cuddle and make out to but she also worried it might not be thrilling enough for a first-time watcher. Scream was of course out of the running no matter how much Randi loved it since Cas, who hadn’t seen a horror movie before, would miss many of the ironic moments meant to poke fun at the genera. There was also the possibility of showing her the more Syfy side of horror with The Thing or Alien. After pondering the idea in the back of her mind between making out with Cas and sharing her vape Randi finally settled on the idea of showing her It Follows.

As the two females hid in their corner enjoying each other’s company, making out, and vaping Randi found herself at complete ease despite knowing they would be having to test again today. Being around Cas tended to do that to her and to be honest the young woman didn’t mind. She liked how Cas would say whatever was on her mind, ask her questions that made her think. Few people tended to do that in her life so few people seemed keyed into the fact that she actually thought about more than just partying and hooking up, though she did like to give off that persona. As they kissed Randi took the berry-flavored vape and inhaled it deeply before shotgunning it into Cas’s mouth, sharing the calming effect while enjoying Cas’s soft lips.

Cas’s question took Randi by surprise at first but only due to the fact that she had just been thinking the same thing on her way to the testing center several minutes prior. It confused her at first that someone had been having the same feeling of how odd it was so she asked Cas to clarify what she meant and was met once again with thoughts similar to those she had had mere moments before. “I was actually thinking the same thing earlier,” Randi admitted as she took a hit from the vape and passed it back to Cas as she exhaled. “Dauntless initiation has always had its risks but usually those are more publicized. Deaths in the past, from what I can remember, have been used as a learning tool. These deaths and disappearances feel like they are being swept under the rug which is far from normal as far as I am aware.” She pointed out and felt a twist in her gut at the mention of Mav and Finn. She was worried about both young men. “Dauntless has always been survival of the fittest but not to this degree...” She trailed off with a slight frown as she thought.

Ghost’s sudden appearance ended the chat between the two girls as they scampered away from their hiding spot and rejoined the crowd of initiates. Side by side they listened to the last remaining male instructor's speech. As the test for the day was explained to them Randi was curious to find her name lacked a counter on the board that was presented to them. Soon enough though Ghost approached her and made it clear that she would be facing him in this simulation. A smirk appeared on her plump lips as she looked Ghost in the eyes. The two of them had been facing each other in simulations all week, it seemed only fitting that now she would have to do so in order to preserve her rank. “Always threatening me with a good time.” She replied with a teasing wink and made her way over to the testing station where Bloom was administering serums.

Nerdy. Aviator

code by Stardust Galaxy

 

[Aviator]

Ghost // Male // Age 18 // Training Instructor // Erudite to Dauntless
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Alarm lit up Charlie’s face like a candle when she peered at the card she had drawn, keeping its back to Bloom and Ghost, and even before the three instructors revealed their draws Ghost knew that Charlie had the lowest number. A dark square of four clovers confirmed his suspicions. Ghost’s eyes clicked up to Charlie’s and they held each other’s gaze for a beat, until the tawny column of Charlie’s throat trembled with a swallow and she turned to address the gathered initiates in a surprisingly steady voice. Ghost raised an eyebrow, impressed with her show of quiet courage, but said nothing. The past few weeks had been trial by fire for him and Charlie both, and if metal didn’t melt in the flames, it returned stronger, tempered steel. The cluster of adolescent bodies sifted and churned as initiates located their assigned adversary, and Ghost capitalized on the lapse of attention to place a hand on Charlie’s hip and give it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
Now that Jeremy Daniels knew all that he needed to know about the identity of his assailant and Ghost’s relationship with his daughter, Ghost had become bolder in his shows of affection for Charlie in public. Out of habit and a distaste for attention-seeking behaviors, he still refrained from publicly making out with her, but occasionally they walked around the compound holding hands and stealing kisses. Charlie’s body was taut as a bowstring when Ghost initially touched her, but after a moment he felt the muscles in her torso turn to liquid as the tension left her all at once. For half a second he held her close and breathed in the heady flowery aroma that he had come to associate with her, and then Ghost disentangled from her, smoothly melting into the crowd to find Randi, his opponent for today.
The fabric of Charlie’s clothes had been cool against his skin, and it wasn’t until after he removed his hand that he realized the extent to which it was damp with sweat. As if that discovery had caused a shift in the ambient temperature, an uncomfortable flush of warmth spread through Ghost slowly, like a pool of blood that widens gradually at its edges. Uncharacteristically, because he was typically cold amid the industrial-grade air conditioning of the Dauntless compound, he suddenly wanted to strip out of the leather jacket he was wearing. Beneath it, his shirt was plastered to his back with sweat, and the air felt cool where it brushed the shining planes of his throat. Ghost’s eyes flickered up to the ceiling fan, fascinated by the movement of the rotational beams as they chopped through the air and wishing they would spin faster.
Years ago, when he was first acclimating to the effects of lull, it wouldn’t be uncommon for him to hyper-fixate on some mundane element of his environment, like sun sparkling on water or the wind pushing through trees. But in increasing increments it had become harder for him to differentiate his intoxicated state from sobriety, until Ghost had to utilize his episodic memory to figure out when was the last time he had taken a hit, if he’d taken one at all. The main difference between now and then was that lull was no longer the only drug he took regularly, but it was the only one that he didn’t take recreationally. Yet one addiction was all that it would take to fatally poison him.
Trying his best to ignore the room’s oppressive heat, Ghost made his way over to where Randi stood at the back of the group, her shoulder touching that of a dark-haired girl. Ghost offered this second girl the smallest of smiles in greeting, her name slipping his mind, before giving her blond companion his full attention. “Hope you’re ready for a beatdown. New to the game or not, I won’t be going easy on you.” Logical puzzles and using the rules of a game to beat the system were Ghost’s areas of expertise. While he had performed above average in Phase Two of initiation on account of having accepted the fact that he would die before his time, Phase Three was where he excelled. There, strategy was more important than anything else, and a lot of Dauntless-borns quickly became frustrated when they encountered forces of nature that they couldn’t batter into submission with physical prowess.
Randi wasn’t one of them, though. Ghost knew from their sparring sessions that she was a tricky, dirty fighter who always sought to bend the environmental aspects of the battleground to her advantage. She was also quick with a joke, a skill which Ghost greatly appreciated. Her eyes sparkling mischievously, Randi darted past Ghost and strode toward the row of seats where Bloom was administering serums before he could formulate a reply. He caught up to her in a series of nimble bounds, dodging oblivious initiates in his path. When he and Randi were abreast he swooped his head in close to hers and whispered, “And I’m not in the habit of making empty threats, saucy girl.” Ghost drew back enough so that she could see the pirate’s smile playing on his lips. His friendship with Randi was teasing and playful and halfway to rivalry, all of which Ghost liked. The competitive aspect drove him to his limits whenever they fought, but their rapport was lighthearted enough that the loser of their bouts—which was Ghost, more often than not—never got hard feelings. Randi was someone with whom he would have loved to play cards, but the poker game that had ended in Randi taking a knife meant for Ghost was still a sore spot for him and he felt uncomfortable making the request.
Ghost and Randi chose adjacent seats at the very end of the row. The chair was meant to accommodate a male well over six feet tall, and Ghost was swallowed up in the folds of black leather until his feet were no longer touching the floor. He tried draping his wrists off the arms of the chair, but having to space them awkwardly far from his body, he settled for folding his hands over his diaphragm. While Bloom stood over Randi and prepped the syringe with the serum, Charlie did the same for Ghost, wedging herself between his chair and the monitor beside him that would display the happenings of the simulation for the instructors’ viewing. Getting an inside glimpse at a random instructor’s fear landscape suddenly made it more of a fair trade and less of a one-sided invasion of privacy that the instructors should get to watch how initiates responded to nightmares come to life, hence why Ghost liked to employ the method on the first day of a new phase. Although he had yet to be the randomly selected victim whose fears were on display for all to experience, he liked to think that he was partially redeeming himself by partaking in the simulations firsthand today.
Charlie gave him a tired smile and some whispered words of encouragement as she leveled the needle against his neck. Ghost stayed as silent as snow falling on asphalt, the sinister bead of liquid frothing from the needle’s tip capturing his gaze. The memory of those two months after the home invasion when he’d been hospitalized swathed him in a mix of fear and dread and grief. Two months when his only food had been tofu and smoothies and not even those would stay down half the time. Two months when his only source of companionship were doctors asking him which arm he would like tethered to the IV. Two months when his mother and father were on the wrong side of the uncrossable gap between life and death, and—
Charlie slammed the needle home, Ghost clamped his lips together to avoid crying out, and before he could regret his decision to oppose Randi in today’s contests, the world receded in a whirlpool of darkening spirals.

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In the days following the murders of his parents, twelve-year-old Ghost, having been consumed in indiscriminate anger, often thought to himself about how he would like to watch the world burn, and how he would like to be the one to strike the match. But now that the world was literally burning to cinders around him, Ghost was beginning to rethink the unvoiced wishes he’d made in the throes of preadolescent angst.
He and Randi were standing on opposite sides of the Chasm, or what was left of it. The typical sound of roaring waters at the bottom of a black abyss was replaced by the snapping and hissing of an inferno. Ghost knew that stone was supposed to be relatively impervious to flame, but whatever demonic entity fueled this fire would not be stopped by empty, mundane laws of nature. Long, hungry tongues of flame licked up the sides of the Chasm, creating a thick and shimmering curtain of smoke through which he could only see Randi on the other side by squinting. The bridge that crossed the Chasm had long been burned away, with melted pools of metal marking where its fixtures had attached to the stone at Ghost’s feet. Startled, he drew too quick a breath and doubled over coughing from the lungful of smoke he’d inhaled, eyes streaming tears.
It was a good thing that his coughing spell had forced him to look downward, or else he might have altogether missed the words that had been carved into the stony ground: Cross to the other side before the opponent. But the bridge was no more, and Ghost, wrangling his coughs under control and peering out at the world through slitted eyes, almost skipped over the metal structure dangling six feet above from where the bridge should have been. It formed a ladder that stretched horizontally, the rungs spaced at even intervals. "Oh, hell no," Ghost murmured, as the realization struck him that they were supposed to be monkey bars. Only one row of monkey bars spanned the hundred-meter distance between Randi and him, and Ghost understood the challenge to be twofold: He and Randi would intersect eventually, assuming that one of them didn’t lose their grip and plunge to a fiery demise first, and when that happened a lethal squabble to push the opponent off the bars would likely ensue. You didn’t have to worry about crossing to the other side before a fallen opponent.
Knowing his upper body strength to be lacking and that he might very well fall before he made it all the way across, Ghost searched for other, less obvious ways to fulfill the challenge. He supposed that it was possible to cross to the other side on the floor of the Chasm, if not for the relentless blaze. Ghost scanned his side of the Chasm for tools with which he might put out the fire and descend to the floor, but other than the frustrating instructions scrawled into the stone, his surroundings were devoid of clues. While he was debating whether the frame of the monkey bars might be wide enough to walk along, a great crunching sound echoed above him seconds before an avalanche of stone rained down on the ground behind him, sending up a shower of dust and ashes. The noise was loud enough to make Ghost’s bones feel as if they were vibrating, and galvanized to action, he shucked off his leather jacket to slightly reduce the infernal heat and rolled up his sleeves until his elbows were bare. He did the same with his pants, hiking them up to his knees. Skin would grip the bars better than fabric, and Ghost figured he might have to grab the bars with his legs eventually, especially if his plan was to succeed.
One of the first things he had noted upon entry was that he had materialized into the simulation exactly as he had been in reality, the same clothes on his back and the same deck of cards in his pocket. And also the same pearl-handled pistol on his belt. He wouldn’t have to worry about scrapping with Randi at the midway point of the monkey bars if he could shoot her down from a distance. If he was lucky, maybe her “death” would terminate the simulation early and he wouldn’t need to cross the entire span of rungs after all. Removing his jacket put his belt with the holstered Beretta on plain display, or rather, as plain a display as anything could be with the gauzy film of smoke rendering the world in hazy shapes. Well, what’s she gonna do about it? Ghost thought with an arrogant tilt to his lips, since the whole plan centered on shooting Randi down before she could get close enough to interfere with him.
He squinted across the Chasm and noted that his adversary was already swinging among the monkey bars, using her momentum to effortlessly carry her from one to the next. Not needing another avalanche to almost crush him, Ghost skipped to the very edge of the Chasm, snagged the first bar in one hand, and let his feet lift from the earth, thanking his lucky stars that his burglary activities of the past had forced him to overcome the instinctive human fear of heights.

 

[Nerdy.]

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

Beginning the day of training with relaxing with Randi and taking some vape was such a good idea Cas had a confident proud smirk on her face that remained for the rest of the morning. She listened quite happily to Randi's words, and attached her lips to Randi's just as happily. Talking about the disappearances was interesting, and she was glad that Randi agreed and thought it was just as interesting as Cas did. "Maybe when we pass initiation we can become detectives. I feel like we'd make great partners. Cas and Randi, junior detectives." She said, then laughed as Randi asked why her name couldn't be in front. "You're the dramatic finish darling. Plus it's alphabetical." Cas said teasingly, not actually caring but enjoying playing with Randi. Once they were out listening to Ghost though, the two continued to stand next to each other while they listened to Ghost's speech. The vape and physical intimacy with Randi had caused Cas's own body and mind to be very relaxed and without fear or anxiety. Thus when Ghost mentioned that they would be having basically a tournament of people versing each other and gaining points for winning, she was actually excited and fairly calm with thinking about it. When she noticed that her name was next to Aya, she selfishly felt relieved, feeling confident that she could beat Aya. Aya was lovely, a good friends and someone whom Cassidy only felt good feelings towards, but Cas felt that out of the two, she had a lot more experience with these sorts of things. Plus, she knew her Divergency was helpful. Hearing that they would all know its a simulation though, was interesting, and Cas wondered how much of an advantage she would have then. She hoped that because she'd always known simulations were simulations, that she would be able to react faster and know what to do. But it would be interesting and fun. When they were told to get ready, she gave Randi a nudge with her elbow, before walking over towards Aya and a chair to sit in. "Hi Aya, you look beautiful today." Cas said, trailing her eyes up and down the outfit as they stood beside the chairs before sitting down. "Good luck, I hope we can have some semblance of fun during this." Cas laughed, as she lay back, awaiting Bloom or Charlie to pierce their skin. Cas gritted her teeth as the pierce of the needle felt like a sword stab to her neck. She struggled not to yell in pain, but having done this every day for the last week, she had started learning how to cope, and the vape she took beforehand was helping.

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The familiar feeling of waking up in a simulation meant Cas did a routine stretch that she did at the beginning, something that looked normal, but specifically helped her limbs with not beginning to ache. She looked around the surrounding area, trying to figure out what this fear would be, what the perfect way to beat it would be, and how she could do it well with Aya. She wasn't really worried too much about winning, although the fact that the loser didn't get any points at all did cause Cas to desire winning, but on the whole she just wanted to do just a little better, or just a little worse, than whoever she was against. She wanted to appear to the higher authorities as fairly mediocre. Useful to those who might know what they're looking for, but to most she just looks average. Thus she wasn't too worried about having to work fast, she just liked to. It surprised her though, that she was lying in a bathtub. She groaned, this was already kind of freaky, being in a very vulnerable position like a bathtub. She wondered what the fear was, scalding water? Housefire? Home invasion? Kidnapping? Drowning? She felt a prickly sensation and she scooched in the bathtub to move her body to a more comfortable position as she looked for a towel, not wanting to stay in the bathtub as she knew that wasn't a good idea. She wondered where Aya was, what she was doing, she wasn't in the bathroom, so she wondered if maybe she was in the bedroom, or the living room, or even in this house at all. Cas reached for a towel and carefully stepped out of the bathtub, wrapping herself in the towel quickly as to not allow anyone to see her naked. She knew that the simulations were watched by the trainers and anyone who might have woken up already. Cas dried herself while staying covered, and walked to the mirror. She wondered if maybe the fear would be some body dysmorphia, or scarring, or uncleanliness. But no, she looked just like her normal self, and she smiled as she checked herself out in the mirror. That's when she saw it, crawling out of her hairline, the familiar prickly, tickling sensation and Cas reacted quickly to flick the shape off of her neck and into the sink in front of her. Her eyes glued to thing, it was most certainly a bug of somekind, probably just a normal beetle. How had it gotten on her though? Cas immediately felt a sick feeling in her stomach as she turned to look inside the bathtub. Crawling out of the faucet beginning to overflow from the bathtub was just a flood of bugs and insects. "Oh hell no." Cas said, immediately tying the towel tighter and beginning her escape from the bathroom, making sure to grab a robe as she did so.

Upon entering the hallway and slamming the door, she ripped off the towel and replaced it with the robe, squatting down to insert the towel as firmly as she could into the gap between the door and the floor so that the bugs couldn't get through. It wouldn't work in the long run, but it would work for now. Cas then began to jog through the house. She thought about yelling out for Aya, but soon thought against it, wanting to see exactly what Aya was doing for herself. To do this though, she would have to find her. So she began to search the house quietly, staying clear of all the parts that already had bugs. From what she could tell, they were coming from the plumbing, so she needed to avoid any areas with plumbing. She didn't know what the bugs were for, but she surmised that Charlie must just have a fear of bugs, and her best bet for now was to avoid them until she could figure out a better plan. She knew avoiding them wasn't the way to finish the simulation, but it would give her time until she could find Aya. Plus, she really didn't want to get crawled on by these bugs. Thus, she was avoiding the kitchen, any more bathrooms and also the laundry. She could hear the bugs inside the walls at this point, and she wondered how long it would take before they were eating through the walls and coming at her from every angle. Once she had searched all the rooms to no avail, she sighed, looking out the window dramatically. What she saw made her stomach flip with disgust. There were millions of bugs just crawling out from every house, every gutter, every drain. The ground looked like one black writing mess of bugs. "That's disgusting." She said. At this point, she had nothing to go off in terms of where Aya was, or what she should do, so she did the best thing she could think of. She looked around for anything flammable. Of course, she would have to go into the kitchen eventually to find a lighter or matches, but her best bet was flames. She began to search for anything flammable, hairspray, deodorant, body spray, dry shampoo, cooking oil. She began to compile them in a bucket, and finally she took a deep breath as she ran into the kitchen to look for a lighter. Even if she had to burn the house down, she was going to kill all these bugs.

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Aya had smiled and nodded to Cas when she headed over to her. “Loser buys ice cream and winner gets to pick the next tattoo.”she teased but also had a hint of seriousness. Then she headed off with Cas so they could start their testing with a light nod to say she was ready she felt the needle pierce her skin. Then she awoke in darkness a thin line of light showed she must just be in a room with the lights off. A small hint of panic at being in a pitch black room set her nerves on end. The small bit of light gave her some slight reassurance that it wasn’t total darkness. The hairs on the back of her neck began to stiffen though as she felt something was moving within the room with her however with no light it was hard to tell. “Cas?” she asked at first wondering if it was her friend within the room. A few seconds went by with no answer with that Aya knew Cas wasn’t within the room competition or not Cas would have answered her straight away. There was no choice other than to move around some which she soon realized the room was actually quite small as he hand trailed a wall searching for a light switch her foot stepped upon something. A sound as if she had stepped on ketchup packet sprang to her ears before she could react to that all hell broke loose. The tiny fluttering of wings erupted like a storm in Aya’s ears as unseen creatures landed in her hair and brushed across her face.

A scream left small rosy lips before those lips clamped tightly closed once more not wanting to let anything into her mouth. The crunching under her feet continued as her hand searched aggressively for the doorknob as pale fingers clinched the cold metal she ripped the door open. The light burst into the room which had been a slightly larger than average closet with that the light also revealed what was inside. The closet was swarming with bugs of all different kinds mainly different sorts of beetles and yes there they were spiders. A shudder ran down Aya’s spine before she started swatting off all the remaining bugs upon her person yanking them out of her long silky hair and tossing them away. Though it didn’t seem like she had much of a reprieve the insects were swarming again heading towards her as she began moving away surveying her surroundings. A muffled sound reached her ears this sounded like a human voice. “Cas!”she shouted wondering if it was her and if she was also being swarmed by insects. She didn’t have time to think on it as insects began pouring out of the vents, wall cracks, and any little space they could fit through. This was a nightmare seeing so many yet it made Aya curious if this had happened to Charlie or if the instructor just feared bugs themselves. It was unpleasant for her and she didn’t even mind bugs for the most part it’s not like they meant any harm. However someone should tell these bugs that as they seemed to be out for blood or the very least a warm place.

She took a quick deep breath this wasn’t supposed to be like the regular testing or at least that’s what Ghost had said. She needed to think logically about this and figure out an escape. Though she began moving quickly searching for Cas as she thought she’d heard her voice at least twice now. Her gaze flicked around as bugs continued to crawl out of everything and everywhere it was very disturbing. She swiftly tied her hair up into a bun to at least help keep the bugs from clinging to the long black tendrils of hair. It was already bad enough seeing this many bugs and having a few on her as they flew around. It would be a whole other thing for them to be stuck in her hair and crawling about just the thought of it made her shiver again. This was turning out to be a bit more difficult then she had thought it would be she wondered what the others were facing since it said they would get several different fears of Charlie’s. It was clear that her and Cas had gotten the bugs or infestation fear at the very least. She thought of Randi for a moment who was going against Ghost before focusing once more on her own task.

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Bloom

Mood: Caring

Location: Testing Center

Interactions: Charlie, mentions Chris and Thorn

The moment Bloom saw Charlie had drawn the lowest card her heart dropped into her stomach. As much as she would hate to see others experience her fears she hated that Charlie would have to witness the people she loves in her own worst nightmares on top of everything else going on. Charlie was such a kind soul but Bloom knew that she carried some serious baggage with her and she prayed none of the truly horrific fears would display themselves in a way that would cause her best friend to have a panic attack. After everything that had happened in the last week the last thing Charlie needed on her mind was how her fears would affect others. Luckily everyone going into the simulation would be fully aware that the threats weren’t real as they made their way through the challenges ahead. Looking at the board to see the pairings once again Bloom couldn’t help but feel curious and a bit nervous about some of the pairings. Fable versus Aubrey would likely be an interesting trial, as would Ghost versus Randi since the two were known to spend a great deal of time together in recent days. Aya versus Cas and Thorn versus Chris caused Bloom a bit of worry simply because those duos were so unalike that she didn’t know how it would go. With Thorn being in a less than stable mindset she had a gut feeling this trial would not be easy on him.

Instantly her dread was confirmed when she saw the fear Thorn and Chris were facing. For a split second she was more than tempted to pull them from the simulation as the fire roared across the screen. While both boys knew the situation they were in to be false it seemed that the simulation had taken a cruel turn for Thorn. While Chris was busy saving Aubrey and Sasha it seemed that Thorn was stuck facing his own demon. The demon the young man faced wasn’t one made by the simulation but rather the recent trauma the young man endured as well as the pain of his loss. Bloom tensed as she saw Thorn snap into action and begin tearing through the fire. It seemed her heard a voice no one else did as he went away from Chris but also not towards an exit. Through the speakers on the screen Bloom could hear the young freckled man calling out for his mother, his instincts driving him further into the flames as it seemed he refused to leave her behind despite the fact that she wasn’t there, she couldn’t be because this was Charlie’s fear. Still it seemed the trauma had made its own ghosts for Thorn in this simulation as he refused to turn and flee the burning building, instead moving further in looking for a woman who wasn’t ever there.

“It’s cruel.” Bloom uttered without realizing it as a single tear raced down her cheek. She could still remember how shattered her life had been after losing each of her parents. She couldn’t imagine having to do that while trying to survive initiation. “He isn’t afraid...not of the fire.” She pointed out as she noticed the young man rip fallen flaming debris out of his way. “Ophelia left him too soon.” Bloom sighed as she knew exactly who Thorn’s mind had convinced him was still left within the burning building. Glancing over at Charlie Bloom realized her words and instantly squeezed her best friends hand. “I’m sorry.” She apologized instantly, she didn’t want Charlie to feel guilty over something she couldn’t control. “You can’t control which simulations they face, neither can I.” She reminded her friend in an effort to alleviate any guilt Charlie might have over Thorn’s situation. Her heart ached with guilt at the idea that she might have made Charlie feel worse when it was her job to make the young woman feel better. “When they get out of the simulation maybe you or I could talk to him?” She suggested in the hopes that it would help.

Nerdy.

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[Nerdy.]

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

Waiting and watching as the initiates had to go through her fears, Charlie felt an uncomfortable churn in her stomach, as if she would throw up. She felt sick to the bone and dizziness spread into her like a plague. She knew that this didn't mean anything for her, the fact that they were going into her fear simulations meant nothing except for random allotment to people and a fair playing ground for everyone. But that didn't stop it feeling like a sick joke on her. Although the truth of the matter was that she had excelled in the second and third part if initiation, it was only because she suffered from the nightmares so frequently that the fear simulations were no longer new. That didn't stop her from being terrified, from panicking, from throwing up after every simulation, from shaking and fainting at the thought of having to do another. Charlie may have had a strong will, a smart brain and fast reflexs, but she was aware of her weaknesses, and this was definitely one of them. She was deathly afraid of many things, and instead of those things becoming less and less as years went by, it became more and more. Thus as she looked at each screen, she was reminded of each time she had had to experience the particular fears herself. The first one she looked at, was Vex and Griffon, and as she watched the screen, she felt a dizzy spell wash over her as she saw the height that they were at. She gripped the chair she sat on as she looked at them. She had had that exact same simulation, and she remembered just how long she had stood on that window ledge hoping that someone would save her. Her mouth felt dry as she watched Vex begin to scale the building, while Griffon looked for other ways to do so, eventually realizing he also had to. They weren't afraid, and Charlie envied that. She moved her attention to Cas and Aya, and again she felt her skin begin to crawl as she looked at all the bugs in the simulation, and began to feel those phantom legs on her own body. She didn't keep her eyes long on them, as it looked like they were doing fine. When she glanced at Ghost and Randi, she wasn't surprised to see both of them easily beginning to cross the fiery chasm. She felt a sense of pride at Ghost's accomplishment, whilst also hoping Randi would do reasonably well against him. There was no threat to Ghost's job if he failed, whereas there was a threat to Randi's score if she did.

Moving again from them, she glanced quickly at Aubrey, Fable, Shay and Rhysand's simulations, before finally falling on the one that Bloom also seemed to be taking a strong interest in. Her heart sank. Of all the fears that Thorn just happened to get, all of the many many fears... He got her fear of fire, especially the fear of a fire that had gone out of control in a house. Exactly what had happened in his own life in the very recent past. "Why..." She whispered solemnly as her large brown eyes glued to the screen. She was hardly interested in Christian's involvement, as it looked like he was doing fine, and was excelling and speeding through the fear simulation as per usual. But Thorn... Even though they knew they were in a simulation, Charlie feared - from her viewing the screen - that Thorn's own mind had caused this to feel real. He was shell shocked, frozen, and when the escape path was clear, he ran off. Charlie felt herslf fill with guilt as she watched him, and she desparately wanted to turn it off, even if she could give them another simulation or give Christian the points by default (it seemed he would win them anyway). It just wasn't fair for Thorn. It was too real. As Bloom voiced her own thoughts out loud, Charlie felt even smaller, even guiltier than before, and she sunk into her chair, losing the strength to watch the screen and instead just stare down at her hands. She knew Bloom wasn't trying to pour the guilt onto Charlie or imply that it was in any way Charlie's fault. But how could she NOT feel like the guilty person? Even when reason dictated that it was a randomized thing, and that Thorn had a good chance of not getting this fear, she still felt slightly responsible. "It's unfair. This is too personal for him." Charlie said as she felt Bloom squeeze her hand and assure her that she wasn't trying to put anything on her. "I know it's not my fault... but it is my fear." She could feel herself in Thorn's place. She had never truly experienced her fear in real life, not this one, and so she had only ever experienced it in her dreams and in simulations. But Thorn had experienced that and worse in real life. This was just the evil cherry on the top. "I... I will talk to him afterward." She replied, not looking forward to the conversation, but feeling deeply for Thorn and desiring to give him the love he needed after such a reminder of the worst time in his life.

Charlie continued watching the simulations almost numbly, though she didn't continue to watch Thorns as she got a sick feeling each time she tried. Bloom suggested they split the groups and only watch certain ones, as to not trigger Charlie, and to make it simpler. Charlie agreed, and she chose to watch Ghost and Randi, Vex and Griffon, and Aubrey and Fable. Bloom took Thorn and Christian, Shay and Rhysand, Cas and Aya. Charlie selfishly wanted to watch Ghost's one, and she specifically didn't want to watch Cas and Aya. Plus, she was curious to see how Aubrey was going to go. From what it looked like, Aubrey and Fable were going neck and neck, beating the simulation at the same speed and ability as the other. "They're so similar." Charlie mumbled, as she watched the two perform. If they were terrified of the simulation, then they didn't show it as much as she would have imagined. Instead they battled through and continued forward like champions. Charlie occasionally glanced at Bloom's screens, almost without thinking, but tried to keep to her own. "This reminds me of how horrible initiation was." Charlie finally said aloud, realizing that she didn't usually get so much time to talk to Bloom without others being around. "The physical training was difficult and really painful, especially for me. But this just tore at everyone's soul. It was disgusting. I don't know if anyone has ever truly recovered from them." She grimaced as she watched a particular terrifying part of Vex and Griffon's, as one of them slipped and nearly fell. The heartbeat of that initiate sky rocketing, before steadying out as they got back into it. "It's sick." She said finally, having no other words to describe it. She wished they could do away with this part altogether. What was the point? Did it truly make people bravr to go through their worst fears? She supposed that it probably did, but she wondered if there would ever be a better way for it to happen. A simulation was so unlikely, so disgusting.

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

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Shayla

Mood: Panic

Location: Testing Center

Interactions: Rhys, Mentions Charlie

The test they would be facing sounded simple enough when spoken but Shay had a feeling it was a challenge one should never underestimate. Being conscious of your own fears and able to work through them could be hard enough, but having to face someone else's fears and think of a way out...well that sounded less than fun. Shay had become a very private person since finding out about her condition and she couldn’t fathom allowing over a dozen teenagers who were practically strangers see her greatest fears and run around in them. But then again, her fears might not make sense to others since they have not walked in her shoes and do not feel what she feels. Still, she didn’t envy Charlie who had to now broadcast her fears to the entire initiate class, it felt like a massive invasion of privacy. The dark haired girl of course understood that this was something Charlie knew would be a possibility when she signed on as a medic for the initiate class, though it seemed she was now basically a trainer since they couldn’t manage to keep a steady number of those around.

Stepping up to the testing chairs along with the other initiates Shay looked at the name board once again and noticed that she would be going against Rhys. She didn’t know the young man too well but he seemed to do well in training so she would have to be on her A game if she wanted to win. As she prepared to set herself up on the chair Rhys made his way over to her and began to engage in small talk. At first Shay debated ignoring him but recognized that he was genuinely trying to be a kind competitor and in return gave him a small nod and the slightest smile. “I wish you the best. The points would do both of us some good.” She stated in an attempt to be kind without coming across overly friendly. She had already been too friendly lately and needed to constantly remind herself that that wasn’t allowed. He pointed out that they would likely have a chance to recover points lost today and once again Shay reminded herself that she needed to do her best to not drop in her ranking. With that the young woman hopped up into the testing chair and waited patiently for Charlie to come by and inject her. As soon as the kindhearted medic pushed the serum into Shay’s veins her eyes fell shut and she entered the simulation.

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Blinking a few times Shay felt something cold and solid beneath her as she lay on the floor. Looking around she noticed she seemed to be in a box made of thick glass and tall walls. Beside her through the thick glass walls she could see Rhys starting to come to as he picked himself up and began looking around as well. It seemed he was just as confused as she was seeing as this was supposed to be a fear simulation and so far everything seemed normal despite being stuck in a tall glass box. Looking up into the darkness Shay squinted and carefully examined the ceiling of the box which was a good distance above them. After giving her eyes a second to adjust she managed to make out the familiar ring design of what looked to be speakers above her. She was about to turn to see if Rhys had noticed as well when an ear-piercing noise caused her to gasp and reflexively cover her ears. Even with her hands over her ears the noise still managed to rip through her eardrums painfully. After what felt like forever the noise seemed to stop and Shay did her best to gather her thoughts. Unfortunately, though after only a few heartbeats a new and even worse ear-bleeding noise filled the glass walls and this time the pain didn’t stop in Shay’s ears. She could feel the horrible noise ripping into her brain, or perhaps this was unlucky timing, either way, her head suddenly felt as though someone had drilled into it and poured fire into her skull. An agonized scream ripped from Shay’s throat as she fell against the glass, her hands holding her head as she stumbled to the ground of the box. I’m dying. I’m dying. The dark-haired beauty thought over and over as she lay on the ground.

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As the situation unfolded in the simulation Shay’s body began to seize violently in the chair she was laying within. Blood poured from the young woman's nose as her body convulsed and the device displaying her heart rate went wild.

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Thorn

Mood: TRAUMA

Location: Testing Center

Interactions: Chris

Thorn hadn’t been expecting the sincere words of kindness from Chris when the young man placed his hand on his shoulder. He hadn’t expected anything malicious because he knew good and well that Chris wasn’t that kind of person, but he hadn’t really expected...words. Growing up in Dauntless Thorn was aware of Chris and Chris was aware of Thorn but their paths hadn’t crossed much. He knew Chris was overall a good guy, people tended to speak highly of him and Thorn had witnessed some upstanding moments during initiation. Still, he hadn’t really expected the young blonde male to share his condolences for some odd reason. Thorn looked at him with a half hollow gaze, the depth of his grief visible within the windows to the soul, before nodding. “Thank you Chris.” He replied after the second it took him to find his voice. “I mean it.” He added after a second, wanting to make sure the young man knew how greatly he appreciated the act of kindness he showed despite the fact that the two of them would be competing against each other in the moments to come.

After Chris wandered off towards the testing chairs Thorn took a moment to make sure he was composed before following. He looked down at his hands, something he had taken to doing more in the past week, and vaguely noticed that they were well on their way to being fully healed. After the beating he gave his father his knuckles had been bloody and split with his fists covered in bruised from the strength as well as amount of blows he had dealt his old man. It sent a shiver down his spine to remember that and once again flooded him with shame. The sound of Bloom’s voice calling him over broke Thorn from his spiraling thoughts and soon the young freckled boy was joining Chris at the testing chairs. As the needle slid into his skin Thorn didn’t even feel it as he had seemingly grown numb to such small pains.

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Before he even opened his eyes Thorn felt his heart start racing. He didn’t need to see what was happening to recognize the sort of simulation Chris and him had been thrown into. The smell was enough to alert him to the dangers they face, the smell was one that still lingered in his nostrils after almost a week of phantom whiffs. Smoke was a scent that used to bring him comfort as he forged his creations but now it only brought him pain. Looking around Thorn could see Chris coming to a similar realization as the flames in the house presented themselves and grew in size and power. After a moment of only hearing the crackling of the flames Thorn heard voices calling out from above, Aubrey and Sasha Stark. The young man was about to jump into action and race up the stairs behind Chris when suddenly another voice called out through the flames, sounding from the heart of the house. “Mom?” Thorn breathed and looked at Chris who was once again calling his name and telling him to snap out of it. Thorn did just that.

Shifting into gear Thorn looked at Chris, “You save them! I need to find her!” Before he raced off in the direction the familiar and greatly missed voice had sounded from. He missed the look of confusion on Chris’s face as he tore off further into the flames, following the shouts of his mother, unaware that only he was hearing them. He knew the simulation was fake but the emotional and mental damage that had so recently occurred had the young man convinced he could save the woman who raised him from these flames. “Mom!” He shouted as he used his shirt to cover his mouth from the smoke. His head whipped around as his good eye searched the roaring flames for the familiar dark haired female. “MOM!” He screamed again and tore a fallen burning beam from his path. It was clear to anyone watching that Thorn had fallen prey to the demons of his mind and the guilt that had plagued him non-stop for days now. With no sense of self preservation the young man rushed further into the flames, determined not to let his mother down a second time.

Nerdy.

Fable

Mood: Determined

Location: Testing Center

Interactions: Aubrey

Aubrey. She would be facing Aubrey Stark in todays simulation. Fable took a second to roll that idea through her mind a few times as she remembered all she had witnessed from the blonde throughout initiation so far. Aubrey was a fighter for sure, Dauntless born through and through, easily capable of becoming the pride and joy of her faction if she put her mind to it. Fable had no doubts that this would truly be a trial worth facing. The young fiery haired girl knew she should feel intimidated, knew she should be worried, but for some reason all she could feel was excitement. For a moment she was confused about why facing Aubrey would make her so happy but suddenly, as if a switch had been flipped, the answer came to her. If she were to beat Aubrey in a test like this, if she came out on top when facing one of the shining children of Dauntless, perhaps it would show that she truly deserved to be seen that way too. Fable knew that this way of feeling was selfish and for some reason that made her happy too. She finally was allowing herself to be selfish, to truly want something even if it meant someone else couldn’t have it. All her life she had been told to give at whatever cost it took on herself but today she was ready and willing to fight for what she wanted.

A small smile pulled at her lips as she realized this was another step in her breaking off from her Abnegation roots and truly becoming her own person. Her parents would be appalled to hear her thoughts, to see her put her needs and wants above another persons, but Fable truly felt that at times like these there was nothing wrong with that. Dauntless initiation was a fight, you could have friends but sometimes you might need to go at it alone, every person for themselves. She wouldn’t play dirty, she wouldn’t truly hurt someone to get there, that much she had made clear when Dante wanted to turn in Blair. But in a good old fashioned test like this she didn’t feel bad about wanting to beat Aubrey and even being excited to have the opportunity to do so. She respected Aubrey and with that respect also came the desire to show she was just as good as the blonde so others could see her and think Dauntless as well. She didn’t want to be just a simple transfer initiate anymore, she wanted to be a Dauntless initiate like Aubrey, Chris, Rhys, Randi, and Shay.

Pushing her worried for Aubrey to the side for now Fable knew she needed to get herself into the mind set that at this moment Aubrey was her competition. After the trial, no matter how it turned out, she would do her best to check in with the blonde, to make sure she was alright like she had planned to a moment prior. But for now she would treat her as if it were any other day and do her best to win. Together the two of them approached their testing chairs and before they sat down Fable offered Aubrey her hand. “Give it your all in there.” She told her as they shook hands, wordlessly indicating that she had every intention of doing the same. When Aubrey shook her hand and wished her good luck, adding that she would be trying to win, Fable gave her a smile. “I would expect no less from you Aubrey.” She replied as she laid back. “And I expect no less from myself.” She assured the blonde, making sure Aubrey was well aware that the game was on and both of them would be in the simulation giving it everything they had. Aubrey likely believed she could beat her, and Fable knew she might be right, but the young red-head had no intention of rolling over and giving Aubrey the win. She would be in there and ready to compete and she hoped that after, no matter how it ends, she and Aubrey could perhaps grab a drink and have a chat. Laying her head back into the headrest Fable waited patiently for Charlie or Bloom to come around with the syringe and inject the serum into her veins. It took a minute for the instructors to reach them but once they did the needle were prepped and with a small pinch Fable’s mismatched eyes fluttered shut as she entered the trial.

Nerdy.

 

[Nerdy.]

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


Aubrey took a deep breath as she transitioned from the world of the living, into the world of simulations. She prepared herself mentally as best she could, almost forgetting that they would in fact remember that this was just a simulation and not believe it to be real life. Thus it surprised her when she opened her eyes and immediately understood that although she was in the dorm room, it was not the actual dorm room but in fact a simulation. In fact, it didn't look exactly like the dorm room did now, instead it looked slightly different. That's when it dawned on her, this was probably Charlie's dorm room from when she went through initiation, and it must have been changed a bit since then.
Aubrey was curious as to what the fear could be, it seemed strange enough to be in the dorm room, and she couldn't see anything around that would be scary at all. However it didn't take her long to find out. There began to be whispers in the dorm room, and Aubrey leaned in closer to hear them, noticing Fable doing the same in a different area of the room. As they listened, it became clear that someone was missing, Alice. Aubrey felt like she should know that name, but for whatever reason she couldn't quite remember. They continued whispering about how it was the last day of training and she needed to be found or else she would become factionless. Aubrey felt a stab at her heart. Finn had gone missing. Was this what would happen to him? He would become factionless? She could understand that being a fear of Charlie as well, she assumed Alice must have been one of the few friends Charlie actually had growing up. That's when it began to dawn on her as the other initiates began to whisper about how she was probably dead.

Now death had not usually been terrifying to Aubrey. It was just a sad and yuck reality of life. But recently, what with Caspians death and the idea that she might have led a maniac into Charlie's life to kill her .. well she was much more frightened by the prospect. That was whe Caspian yelled out that she couldn't be dead, and Aubrey suddenly remembered. Alice... Was Caspians girlfriend during initiation. He had never once talked about her, but she had been close enough with him and Charlie to figure out based off of a few things. They had a few pictures together, her name was written down a few places, Caspian had always had a special ring, and both Caspian and Charlie had a phoenix tattoo. Alice's last name was Phoenix. Aubrey felt an empathetic tug in her heart. She new exactly how it was for a bestfriend and love to disappear... Finn had disappeared. Aubrey had gone around everywhere looking for him to no avail. Yet she was glad she hadn't found him, only because she was terrified of finding his body. She was terrified of seeing him dead. She felt an ice cold shiver as she thought about what this simulation wanted her to do. It wanted her to look for Alice. Caspian ran out before Aubrey could talk to him, and she looked around. Fable was nowhere to be seen. Aubrey growled softly, Fable must have figured out the point of this SIM before Aubrey. They had to brave Charlie's fear of Alice's death being true, and find her. Aubrey ran out after Caspian and was thankfully able to follow him from afar.

As they searched the place, Aubrey found it harder and harder each time they got to a spot that Alice might be. Caspian was making wailing noises and Aubrey could feel them in her soul. It all just made her feel for Finn's sake. This was too reminsecent of what was happening in Aubrey's real life. She didn't envy Charlie for what was happening this was just a replay of real events where Alice really did die the night before they finished initiation. That's when they finally got to the chasm. Aubrey heard the rush of water long before they got there, and she felt the sickening thud in her heart. She didn't want to find Alice's body in the chasm. It didn't take long for her to reach it though, and the fears became reality. Aubrey looked down into the roaring chasm, and there at the bottom lay a broken blonde body of Alice Phoenix. Aubrey felt her face whiten and her stomach churned, it took a few seconds, but soon she had to run to the side and throw up on the ground. It felt weird to throw up in a simulation, but something about seeing Alice down there after having been looking for her, was sickening. What was she meant to do though? Go down and get the body? Again, as if she was just a step before Aubrey, Fable seemed to have come to the same conclusion, and was carefully making her way down. Aubrey couldn't hesitate, it seemed, with this transfer. So she carefully began her descent, hoping the path shed taken to carefully climb down was slightly faster. If she fell though.... She would probably lose.

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[Nerdy.]

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


Maybe Griffon had a natural advantage from his physique, maybe Vex wasn't going as fast as she possibly could, or maybe there was something else entirely that was the reason... Griffon, in faster than he thought likely, was able to get right behind Vex, finding handholds and footholds easily, as if he had done this in the past. He had no idea how high up they were, he had decided it would be easier to keep going up rather than to look down and freak himself out. But the temptation was there. He kept silent, the only sound his breath as he hauled himself up yet another floor. He had to have guessed they'd passed ten, maybe twenty floors already. That was when Vex noticed him. He felt like she must have known he was there, but maybe she hadn't realized how close he was, because a visible shock seemed to go through her, only for a second, and then she was back to climbing, this time much faster than she was doing so previously. So she had been going easy on him, taking her time. Now she would be more likely to slip and fall, which although that was good for Griffon and his standing in Dauntless, he wasn't particularly hoping for Vex to experiencethe fear of falling to her death. He couldn't imagine that to be pleasant in any form. Maybe she's party monkey He thought, not to be rude or demeaning, but seriously considering whether that were possible, as Vex shot away from him at lightning speed. It helped that Griffon couldn't feel. Although he could tell he was going slightly slower from exhaustion, he wasn't slowing down from pain. He couldn't feel pain, he couldn't feel the cold, and he could only tell it was windy by the sharpness in his eyes and the way his hair was flowing. He was glad that he had dressed warmly, as that would keep his body from getting too cold. He wondered if it was possible to develop a sickness or injury from the simulation, even though your body wasn't actually within it. Surely they felt as real as they looked? Griffon grounded his jaw as he continued upwards, at this point he was only slightly slower than Vex, so he was losing ground but not too badly. But it seemed like it wouldn't matter too much, the top was fast approaching, and Griffon found himself hoping that it would be the end of it, as he didn't want to continue climbing. He wasn't afraid of heights, and he knew this was a simulation, so he found himself unbothered by the real feeling of height. If this were real though, he knew his heart would be pumping and his fear would go up.

Once he got onto the roof of the building, he was surprised that the simulation had not ended. Vex had already reached the top, so surely she had already won? Griffon frowned as he looked around, finally seeing her beginning to climb a rope even higher into the sky. A rope that was moving slightly, and as Griffon looked up, high into the air there was what seemed to be a helicopter flying, with two ropes attached to either end. This was the final part of the fear simulation. They had to climb into the helicopter on this one rope. It wasn't even a ladder, just a large thick rope. Griffon wasted no time, running to the rope he gave it a good tug, and watched as it firmly stayed on the helicopter, but to his surprise, it caused Vex to jolt and fall someways down her rope, as he had yanked the helicopter and therefore the rope she was climbing. She shot him a look of... something, and Griffon smiled softly, before grabbing the rope with his large hands and beginning to haul himself upwards. This was where he would not have an advantage in size over Vex. Although it was possible he had more muscle than her, her lithe and lighter body meant she would be able to pull herself up more easily. Yet... He didn't need to worry about hurting himself. He could climb till his hands were raw, and it wouldn't matter, he wouldn't feel it, and it wasn't a real situation. He took this to heart as he began to pull himself up further and further. It helped that he weighed a good amount more than Vex, as he was causing the whole rope, helicopter and Vex herself to swing each time he pulled himself upwards. He doubted a normal helicopter would be so tuned to his weight as to swing and move, but this was a simulation after all. In the end though it didn't matter. Although many things meant that Griffon got close to the top, Vex was just that little bit faster than him, and managed to climb up into the helicopter. Griffon continued anyway, but as he was pulling himself into the helicopter, the world they stood in went dark, before they opened their eyes sleepily in the chairs in the training room.

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Griffon woke to the sound of worried murmurs and looked over to see Charlie and Bloom fussing over Shay who seemed to be waking up, or something like that. He then turned to see Vex waking up and sitting up, the moving out of her chair. "Good job. I almost got to you, but you're very fast." He said genuinely, nodding to her and trying to relay his genuine congratulations. He was impressed and thought it was awesome that she was so well attuned to heights and the ability to climb that she shot through that fear simulation easily. "I must admit I'm glad I wasn't afraid of heights, and that I was aware that it was a simulation. Even not being scared of heights, I think I would have been afraid of it just a little." He said, rubbing the back of his neck as he talked to Vex about the simulation. She relayed a similar thought, and noted that she was glad she'd had some experience in the way of building climbing, asking him if he had the same. "I think so. Amnesia makes it hard to remember, but it felt very familiar." He replied honestly. He wasn't so worried about people thinking on his amnesia too much anymore. Although it was embarrassing and definitely a weakness to tell people, he knew that he was happy with himself, and he had loved ones and friends who were there for him. He looked back to Shay, Charlie and Bloom. "I'm going to check if they need any help." He offered, moving over to them. "Charlie? Bloom? Can I help in any way?" He asked, noticing that Shay was pale and looking on deaths door as he approached the three of them. Charlie was desperately trying to finish pulling things off of Shay that connected her to the simulation. Bloom and Charlie thanked him for his offer, but they asked him to simply keep watch on the simulations and let them know should anything else happen that needed either of theirs attention. Griffon felt a stab in his heart as he realized he couldn't help this situation. He looked sadly on Shay before nodding, moving over to the monitors so that he could watch the simulations. It felt very odd, to watch them instead of being a part of them. He could see Ghost and Randi crossing what looked like a lava pit, pretty scary. Fable and Aubrey seemed to be running through the compound. Thorn and Chris were in a burning house. Rhys was now all by himself in a box? And lastly he looked at Cas and Aya's screen, watching them carefully. They seemed to be being chased by bugs. He wondered what they were going to do?

Interacting with: Vex, Bloom, Shay Sanctuaryforall1 Charlie

 

[Wolfiee]

Divergent

location

Simulation.

mood

Furious

outfit

outfit over here.

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Shayla Sanctuaryforall1

Rhysand(Rhys).

Rhysand rested in the chair and gave Charlie a grin as she smiled back giving a little nod showing she was about to do the injection. He felt the needle pierce his skin then moments later his eyes were fluttering open. He raised an eyebrow not sure what was going on it seemed like he was in some type of glass box? He looked then saw Shayla in a box near him the two things seeming rather similar. “Hey what do you think this is?”he called out to her then realized she couldn’t hear him as she tilted her head to the side having seen his mouth moving. He began moving closer so maybe she could read his lips then a sound split the air making her crumble down to his knees at first. The sound was piercing it exploded in his mind like a small bomb going off. Then it began easing up he lifted his head to see if Shayla had experienced the same thing that’s when he saw her collapse blood pouring out of her nose. “SHAYLA!”he yelled not sure what was going on that couldn’t be normal if so why wasn’t he also bleeding. The man began pounding on the glass his fists trying to break the glass.”Shayla hey get up Shayla!”he yelled again not sure if she could even hear him or not. He hit the glass over and over his knuckles splitting up from the impact then the sound blazed off again. He gripped his head the sound was even louder this time causing his head to hurt more than ever. The man suddenly went still his eyes unfocused as he seemed to be blankly standing there for a moment.

Then slowly he began moving again his body straighten up his eyes blazing with anger now. “Hey shut this fucking thing off somethings wrong!”he voice roared in the glass chamber as he slammed his hand against the glass looking over at Shayla. “Do you hear me assholes!!!”he yelled again this behavior would seem almost erratic having gone from being a bit calmer to nothing but pure rage. However those who truly knew Rhys would know that this was because Rafe had taken over. The over protective and fierce alter that resided within Rhysand the alter usually only came out when Rhys was under great stress or danger. “I SAID LET US OUT!!!” He yelled again. When the sound went off again even louder he held his head for a moment then snarled he’d have to beat this simulation it seemed for them to stop it. He looked around the sound still blazing making it hard to think however he noticed towards the top a speaker like object. He sat down swiftly taking off his boots then once they were off he stood back up one boot in his hands as he looked towards the speaker like object. He took a step back then lunched forward tossing the boot towards the speaker trying to take it out this way. The boot hit yet it didn’t seem to affect it.” Damn it.”he snapped. He began pacing trying to think while the sound continued going off making it almost impossible to even hear his own thoughts. He knew Shayla might be in real danger and Rhys fear pulsed through him making him feel even angrier that his host was feeling this way.

Rafe stopped and looked at the height again. Rhysand body was in great shape the dauntless born having worked out every day kept his body in excellent form. Rafe was grateful for that at the moment so he removed his socks then rolled his short sleeves up. He looked towards the speaker again it was rather high up clearly out of regular reach. This wasn’t going to be easy not easy at all, but it needed to be done. Rafe looked towards the other glass box where Shayla laid motionless and bleeding freely from her nose. He gritted his teeth then moved to the corner furtherest from the speaker once there he took a couple breaths before running. He leapt up grabbing onto the flat glass with his hands his feet touching the glass as well he tried pushing himself up again but slid back down. “Damn.”he growled then the sound screaming out again this time it brought him to his knees holding his head as the sound pierced the room. He covered his ears gritting his teeth just waiting it out once the sound began fading again he hurried back to the corner. A small trickle of blood left his right ear but he didn’t notice. “Come on Rafe you can do this.”he growled out to himself before taking off again. This time he was able to leap a little higher though he’d still need to push himself up once more. He began sliding but with an animal like growl he launched himself up again grabbing the speaker this time ripping it down from its perch. He felt the breaking of one of his nails as himself and the speaker plummeted back to the ground.

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Vex

Mood: Calculating

Location: Testing Center

Interactions: Griffon

Her eyes snapped open as the simulation came to an end. She had won, that had never really been a question, though there was a brief moment of error on the helicopter that almost cost her the match. A spark of annoyance flared in her as she thought of it but surprisingly that annoyance was not angled at Griffon but rather at herself. She was a weapon, she couldn’t be angry at an outside source for her malfunction, only at her own inner workings. She was built to perform the best under any and every circumstance, even ones she was trying to seem limited on. So, the fact that she had allowed herself to almost lose her balance ate her up inside because it felt threateningly close to letting Dr. Munro and his associates down which was the absolute last thing Vex ever wanted to do. While she didn’t fear much, certainly not anything as common as heights, she did fear failing her masters. It was one of the few fears they had made sure to instill her with, one of the few true desires she had as well. Her life was not for herself but for them, for their goals, and she would play into that in any way they deemed necessary.

Looking over at Griffon as he spoke to her she met him with a convincing small smile and nodded her head. “You did great, I was really worried for a while there.” She replied with convincing sincerity as she put on a truly believable act of friendliness with the young man. The simulation had been rather telling about him and she now found she had some digging to do. The way he flew up the rope reminded her of herself and the fact that nothing slowed her down because she couldn’t feel the pain or exhaustion that would convince her to stop. She was aware of them to some degree but not so much in sense but rather observation. While others might feel the pain of the rope blistering and burning their hands Vex didn’t feel anything but there was almost a sensor in her mind somewhere that informed her the area could be compromised and to be sure to tend to it. In the depths of her mind she could remember what it was like to feel pain, she had been able to experience it before Dr. Munro decided it was too distracting. But that was a thing of the past and wasn’t something she needed to concern herself with at this point.

“I just think of it as…well if I fall what’s there to worry about at that point.” The exotic beauty chuckled lightly to the young man as he spoke of heights and the fear of it. It had been interesting to face someone who had no real fear of heights as well, much more entertaining than someone who made it nowhere because they were petrified with fear. Griffon had provided her with true competition, something she hadn’t expected from him and which displayed potential for great or dark things in her eyes. “So, have you free scales buildings a lot in the past?” She asked casually, keeping to the tempo of the conversation as well as keeping up the false friendly performance. His answer provided information she was already aware of and internally she groaned and imagined impaling him in the eye with the syringe resting next to her, but externally she gave him a sympathetic and slightly guilty looking glance. “Sorry, that was probably insensitive of me.” She apologized with saint like sincerity that in her heart meant absolutely nothing.

Following the young dark haired boys gaze over to the chair a few rows over she feigned concern as she watched Charlie and Bloom try to stabilize Shayla. She had clocked the situation the moment she came out of the simulation but pretended to only realize the severity of it now as Griffon mentioned it. “Oh my god! Is she okay?” Vex gasped and took a step closer before pausing, pretending to be shocked by the scene before her. In truth she wasn’t surprised by the sight before her because she already knew what was likely happening. While digging around in the private files of the different instructors and initiates she had come across some hidden medical records for Shayla and knew good and well that the young woman practically lived with a ticking time bomb in her head. Perhaps the rest of the initiates would get lucky and this would be the day the dark haired girl was done in. Of course Vex kept those thoughts to herself and made sure to look concerned and shocked externally as she watched the medic and instructor try to pull her from the simulation.

Nerdy.

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[Nerdy.]

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

Christian knew that if this were the real world, he would have run back into the building, he knew that he didn't need to in this simulation, but something spurred him to try. Thorn seemed to be deluded, and Christian could understand why. He was envisioning the reality of what had happened to him recently, and therefore his brain was playing tricks on him. There was no chance that Ophelia was in this simulation, it was from Charlie's brain, but poor Thorn was too far into his own head, into his own trauma, that he couldn't handle it. Christian sighed softly as he began to try and muscle his way up onto the roof again, ignoring as best as he could the intense heat and pain from the fire. He understood having a fear of fire. It was sensible in all terms of the word, but he himself wasn't afraid... he didn't like it, nor did he think it was good, but he wasn't afraid. He also knew this was a simulation, and he wondered whether anything would make him afraid if he knew it was fake. That knowledge should be enough to take you away from the fear... shouldn't it? Just as Christian was pulling himself up onto the roof, his body suddenly felt weightless and everything went black. Had he been engulfed by the flames? He was shocked for a second, until he opened his eyes, and saw that he was back in the training room, and he had finished the simulation. Had he won? He wasn't sure how to tell, but something told him he must have won. Although neither of the boys had seemed afraid of the fire itself, Christian had gotten through it by doing what was necessary, while Thorn had been fighting his own demons. Christian looked at Thorn, but he wasn't sure if the boy was out of the simulation yet, did Thorn also have to complete it, not knowing that Christian had already finished? Or was his simulation cut short once Christian was finished? Christian felt a little guilty if that would be the case, he could imagine that Thorn would not be happy that, in his brain, he was so close to getting ot his mother and Christian was the one who solved the problem and forced Thorn away from that situation, therefore damning his mother to the flames again. Even if it was all a simulation, Christian would understand the terror and trauma inside of that unique circumstance.

Looking around, he noticed very few had already exited their fear simulations, that being Vex and Griffon. He was going to walk over to talk to them, find out what they had gone through and what had happened, when he was alerted by the same things they were, to Charlie and Bloom desperately trying to stabilize a struggling Shay. Concern spiked within Christian's body and mind as he saw his friend unresponsive, convulsing and bleeding from the nose. What was happening to her? He was foggy on details, but he remembered something about her having headaches, was this to do with that? Christian rushed over with Griffon and Vex, and listened as the two offered their help or concerns. Christian himself stayed silent, realizing it was redundant for him to voice anything else, it would have been repetitive and unnecessary. However, as Griffon and Vex left, told to by Charlie herself, Christian stayed nearby, wanting to be there should anything be needed of him for Shay's sake. He also didn't mind staying away from where Thorn would be when he woke up, finding some part of him wasn't prepared to deal with the impact that the simulation might have had on his friend. Thus, he loitered nearby, watching the concern grow on the medic and trainer's faces. He hoped dearly that Shay would not die. She was, strangely, one of his closer friends. They had a mutual understanding of not digging deeper into their lives, of not caring about much at all, and simply existing without need for deeper relationships. Christian had never really noticed or cared about Shay's coldness to him, and Shay had never cared about Christian's bluntness and slight dimness. They were not attracted to each other, neither were they desperately wanting to be close, or apart. They just were. That was a blessing, for Christian at least. Plus, he wondered who would look after Lev, if Shay were to die. It seemed he wouldn't have to worry about it though, or he hoped not, as Charlie finally seemed to relax, her shoulder's dropping from where they'd been tensed and high on her frame. She almost collapsed, Bloom supporting her gently with an arm around the shoulder as the two breathed a sigh of relief. Although Shay was still unconscious, it seemed as if whatever had happened had at least gotten past the terribly dangerous part.

"Is everything okay?" Christian asked, moving forward now that it didn't seem like he would be a burden. To his surprise though, Charlie shook her head, and he noticed that although the tension had dropped, she was still heavily concerned. "No... She needs desperate medical attention and all I've done is stop the seizure for now. I need to get her to hospital as soon as possible." Charlie looked back at all those who were still in simulations, including Thorn who had just gotten up. "I could take her." Christian offered suddenly, watching as Charlie's head whipped back to him, concern and then relief flashing through her eyes. "Don't worry I know the fastest way there, and I know Shay. I can get her to the best doctors. If you call an ambulance then I can meet them part way." Charlie nodded, and turned to Bloom. "You called an Ambulance already?" Bloom nodded her head, saying that it had been 5 or 10 minutes since, so they'd be close by. Charlie turned to Christian, nodding for him to take Shay, and demanding him to be careful. "Yes ma'am." He replied, scooping the limp Shay into his arms, he began to jog gently outside of the training room, making his way to the nearest available road for the ambulance to come by. This would save a lot of time, as the ambulance would have had to send a team to come get Shay and bring her back anyway. This way Christian would be able to save a lot of time and everything would get done faster. He tried as hard as he could to run or jog gently, as to not jostle Shay around a bunch. But he knew that he couldn't do both, be fast and gentle. Thus he held her close to his chest, his arms cradling her body, and ran quickly, praying that she wouldn't begin seizing up again. It didn't take him long to reach the road, and seeing that there was no ambulance, he began to run along the road in the direction of the hospital. "Please don't die on me Shay." Christian muttered as he ground his teeth. That's when he heard the sirens and saw the lights coming towards him. He skidded to a halt and stood in the middle of the road, switching to holding Shay with one arm for a few seconds as he waved at the Ambulance to stop, before cradling her again with two. When it stopped, Christian talked quickly with the paramedics and helped them gently lay Shay on a bed that they rolled into the ambulance. "Can I come with?" He said, less of a question and more of a demand. The paramedic hesitated, but given that nobody else was there to go with her, they said yes, and CHristian hopped in, sitting on a seat, watching Shay as the ambulance rocketed off in the direction of the hospital.

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Randi

Mood: Determined

Location: Testing Center

Interactions: Ghost

The heat, the smoke, the flames, to almost anyone else this would have been hell but to Randi it was almost calming. One might think that losing her parents to a house fire that she herself had been stuck in as a child would have traumatized her when faced with flames, made her unable to think or cope, but they couldn’t be more wrong. Rather than fearing fire and hating it for what it took from her Randi had grown to love the flames, becoming quite the pyro herself as she grew up playing with matches, lighters, and sparklers in her uncle's house. Her love of flames and all things hot as well as the fact that she never really hid her pyro tendencies caused many harsh rumors to spread during her life. Many people seemed to come to the conclusion that the fire that killed her parents must have been set by their psychotic flame-obsessed toddler and that she would likely kill her uncle and herself if she continued. The words of the masses never bothered her though, she was shameless and did exactly what she wanted, even going as far as to become a professional fire dancer at a local club. So when faced with a simulated world full of flames and aware that this was all in her mind Randi was calm as could be.

That of course didn’t mean that she wasn’t excited to face off against Ghost once again. Through the thick smoke billowing up from the flaming chasm, Randi could spot the lean and agile instructor. By his body language alone she could tell his mind was racing with strategies and battle plans, something she had grown used to seeing over the course of initiation. Ghost was a thinker, he prided himself on his mind, he always had an ace up his sleeve and in her gut, she knew this test would be no different. Her eyes flickered around their burning and crumbling battlefield and she noted the words etched in stone before her, as well as the monkey bars above that, reached over the chasm. She was curious at first if crossing on top of the bars in order to move faster than her opponent but instantly knew that would be asking to die as the stones above collapsed aggressively. Several more scenarios and ideas rushed through her head rapidly but each was met with unfavorable odds and she knew that realistically she was likely to win in a physical fight on the bars. Of course, the blonde knew she had to be prepared for the fact that Ghost would be doing his best to avoid such an outcome but at the current moment she knew there was little time to think on the matter as stones hit the ground only a few feet from her. The simulation was attempting to rush her, or at least that was how it seemed, and she didn’t want to give Ghost the satisfaction of her getting crushed by rocks before ever touching the bars.

Tearing her shirt at the bottom Randi wrapped the cloth around the inside of her hands, leaving her fingers exposed so she could grip while having the cloth to keep her hands from blistering or burning too badly on the hot metal bars. With that, the petite but well-muscled young woman sprang into action and dashed forward to grab the first bar. She used her momentum to keep herself going, her long blonde, almost white, hair luckily already tied back so it stayed out of her face. One by one she reached from bar to bar, the mental hot on her fingers but not bad against the cloth-wrapped inner section of her hands. Randi’s grip remained firm as she propelled herself forward, her eyes focused on the smokey space ahead of her that was illuminated by the blazing flames beneath. Jade eyes remained dead set as she spotted Ghost finally reach the bars himself and begin swinging across them towards her. He seemed to have stripped off a few layers as well as rolled up his pants. With his jacket missing she was able to see his form a bit more clearly through the smoke and as she studied his movements on the bar something glinting in the flames caught her eye. She couldn’t see it well at first due to the smoke and the distance but as the two drew closer Randi’s brow furrowed as she made out the shape of a handgun holstered at his side. He would find a way to smuggle a gun into a simulation like this. The brazen blonde rolled her eyes and began trying to think of ways to somehow avoid being shot off the bars. Briefly, she considered dropping but one look down told her there was nowhere to land that would result in her winning the contest. She figured the lanky instructor wouldn’t allow her to get close enough to kick it out of his hands. Her best bet would be trying to wait until the last moment and pull her body completely up against the bars so he hopefully missed at least once and thus bought her a bit more time.

As the two drew closer Randi once again looked down at the flames. It wasn’t out of fear though that her gaze returned to the burning chasm below. Instead, the young blonde's mind was struck with an idea that seemed crazy but she was curious if it would work or not. Gazing down at the flames she watched them flicker back and forth as she moved, her focus on them growing and with it their flickers seemed to fall in line with her own movements. She had felt a connection to fire before, but this was different, these flames seemed to be truly in sync with her own movements. This gave the young blonde Dauntless born initiate an idea.

Looking up to see the distance of her opponent from her Randi could have sworn she spotted a cocky smirk on Ghost’s lips as they made eye contact. Despite the exhaustion of swinging from bar to bar Ghost still somehow managed to look smug, clearly confident in the fact that he could and would shoot her off the bars. Randi watched his movements carefully until finally he reached for the gun and she knew she would have to be quick in what she did next. Making her next swing as powerful, yet controlled, as she could manage Randi propelled herself forwards and up, her legs swinging powerfully as she did so until they met the bar ahead of her and she pulled herself up flat against the bottoms of the bars. As she hoped when the gun went off and she performed her dodging movement a wall of flames rose up and rushed like a wave at the bullet and the gun. The bullet was consumed by the blazing inferno and Randi lowered her legs to kick out at Ghost again. With her movements, flames swirled in time with her kicks and the dancing orange flames had turned practically blue as their heat increased on their way towards Ghost.

Aviator

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[Aviator]

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

When Ghost’s fingers contacted the painted green bar, the world rippled and quaked with the trembling force of the firework of pain that hissed through him. He yelped in pain at the sheer unholy heat of the surface that his hand had closed around, scorching like Satan’s wrath. It took every ounce of willpower he had to defy the basic human instinct that demanded he release the bar and plummet hundreds of feet to his death. Ghost bit down on his lip with such force that the taste of metal pervaded his mouth, inescapable. Tears leaked out of the corners of his shut eyes. When he opened them, his vision had fractured into a thousand jagged shards, like the ceramic remains of a vase that shatters on the ground. Ghost would have sworn relentlessly and in multiple languages if he could have, but the breath had been knocked clean from his lungs, which stung from the thick clouds of smoke muddying his view of the opposite side of the Chasm.
That’s the goal, he reminded himself as the white agony slowly drained from his vision, to be replaced by the hellscape of smoldering red and charcoal gray that was the apocalyptic blaze around him. Ghost blinked the last tears from his eyes and focused on his finish line, all the way across the yawning mouth of the Chasm, with nothing but empty air separating him from the sharp rocks and roaring flames below him. He just had to reach the other side, and then it would all be over. And then he would wake up in the black leather chair victorious, with another Phase Three simulation win in the books. He hadn’t gotten the top score in this phase of his initiation class for nothing.
Cursing his folly for having not protected his hands against the torrid heat, Ghost dangled from his current bar limply, his momentum having fizzled out during his mental struggle to keep clinging to the source of his pain. He eyed the next bar with dread, knowing that the nature of the challenge necessitated his right hand to get seared like a meat skewer now that half the nerves in his left had already been deadened. In an attempt to anchor himself, Ghost tried to count the number of monkey bars that spanned the width of the massive Chasm, but gave up after he’d reached twelve and the thick haze of smoke obscured the rest from sight. He estimated where he’d left off in his counting to be about a quarter of the way across. Forty-eight altogether, in theory. Only forty-seven more, Ghost thought with a sarcastic flip of his eyes that almost ended in them rolling back in his head. But as much as he craved escape, Ghost hadn’t volunteered for the fear sim just to give up when it had barely begun.
He blinked away the sweat rolling into his lashes as he locked eyes on the next bar. Then, swallowing hard as if he were downing noxious medicine, Ghost clamped his legs together and kicked back, forth, back… On the last swing, when he’d built up enough momentum, he lashed out for the next bar. Pain sliced through him yet again, no less furious in its intensity than the first time, but this time Ghost was ready. As fast as he could, he lunged for the next bar, and the next, skipping across the metal rungs like a well-thrown stone over the surface of a pond, determined not to linger on any one longer than he had to. He did not try to be tough or brave or stoic. Ghost howled in pain with every bar that his right hand skimmed. His left, however, lacked the same sensitivity.
The back of it was a blistered mess of gray and purple flesh with webbing that had congealed between the fingers. He was too scared and too fixated on his goal to turn it over and examine the front, especially when that meant he would have to hang on from his right hand for an extended period in order to do so. Ghost just counted himself lucky that he still possessed the blunt strength to close his hand and hang from it when necessary, yet internally scolded himself for his foolishness. He’d been too fixated on building friction at the expense of neglecting the temperature of the bars.
About a third of the way across, Ghost’s body was tremoring with exertion. Heat radiated off the flames, making beads of sweat drip down his face, neck, and back. Within two minutes his clothes were plastered to his skin, and intermittent shocks of fear rocketed through him each time his hands slipped along the bars with dangerous, teetering ease. For the first time since leaving the cliff, he narrowed his eyes across the width of the Chasm and spied a gray silhouette about forty yards distant, slinging herself across the bars with the acrobatic fervor of a monkey. Ghost didn’t pause his own furious progress amid this assessment. “Just a little… further,” he grunted, his ears struggling to gauge the sound of his voice above the raging inferno. Just a little further, and then it would be time to take a shot at Randi. But Ghost would have to work through the logistics of that when the moment came, because hanging on for dear life consumed all of his present attention. He tried to take pride in the foolproof brilliance of his plan as a way to distract himself from the debilitating pain, but to no avail. His mind couldn’t play tricks on a body worn threadbare with exhaustion and damage.
To his astonishment, Ghost was the first one to reach the halfway point of the Chasm. As he swung out over the fiery heart of the incendiary pit, he was greeted with a blast of heat, a hot wind promising drought and devastation. It swayed him as he dangled one-handed from a bar, and his muscles spasmed as he fought not to be lifted from his precarious perch. The wind was at cross-purposes with his forward momentum, knocking him backward and away from the next bar. In his desperation he flailed for the next bar, yet in his hand was only smoke. The gust subsided as quickly as it had emerged, but Ghost was hanging at a standstill when it did, unable to throw himself this way or that. His head was wet with sweat and drooped between his shoulder blades. His biceps twitched uncontrollably as he hung, eroded by lactic acid from the inside out. Ghost reconciled himself with the terrible knowledge that he didn’t have the strength to travel three more bars, let alone another halfway across.
It was time to take Randi down, or be taken down.
With a guttural sound caught halfway between a moan and a cry, Ghost used the last of his stamina to invert his body. It was no easy feat; with his hip flexors aching from kicking, he forced his knees up to his chest, where they wobbled. And then he pulled upward with his arms, fighting the combined antagonists of gravity and exhaustion. Pain traveled in an arc up his spine, and Ghost let loose a determined scream as he twisted around on the bar and finally hooked his knees around its metal surface, the fabric of his pants doing amazingly little to protect his legs from the blistering heat. One of his hands flew to the Beretta on his belt before his stomach muscles gave way and he was dangling upside down over the blazing Chasm, like a trapeze artist on the swings with no safety net to catch him in the event of a fall.
In all of his years wielding a gun, Ghost had shot from rooftops, from moving cars, and even half submerged in water once. He had never shot a gun while upside down. Normally, Ghost would have embraced the novel experience as a challenge to his skill, but right now he was bone weary and careless with blood rushing to his head and a useless dominant hand. He just wanted to end the simulation before it ended him. Wrapping his dead left hand tight against his body, Ghost stretched the fingers on his right as far apart as they could go to pull back the hammer while still keeping hold of the trigger well. He extended his arm. As he always did, he slowed his breathing as he lined up the sight, counting each inhale and parting his lips on the exhale, parsing out the rhythm of his heartbeat. The demonic air rasped in his lungs when he drew it in.
Ghost focused on the moving center of Randi’s mass and fired with both eyes open.
The first thing to alert him that something was wrong was the absence of a deafening boom of a bullet leaving the chamber. It was drowned out in the snapping, crackling wall of flame inexplicably careening straight for him. A streaking comet cut through the smoke-filled air, a wrathful blossom of fire furling out from the long stem that trailed it. Blood pounded in Ghost’s ears as he hung, helpless, watching in slow motion as the color of death shifted from tiger’s-eye orange to a sparkling blue like sunlight refracting off the ocean’s surface.
With a burst of energy that he didn’t know he still possessed, Ghost performed the quickest sit-up of his life and snatched the monkey bar above him in both hands, then scrambled for purchase along the metal frame to which all the bars were attached. A flood of adrenaline obliterated the wave of pain that should have accompanied the motions. With a graceless wrench of muscles, he contorted his body so that he elevated himself above the topmost bar, straddling it with a leg on both sides, and then flopping down so that he was pressed flat against it on his stomach. Ghost held himself in as arrow-straight a line as he could with the bar beneath and parallel to him, his face sheltered in the crook of his arm as the fiery blast came hurtling in.
Although the main wave didn’t catch him, Ghost sincerely wondered if that would have been the better outcome. On its fringes, the shimmering heat was so intense that all thought except his own suffering abandoned his mind. In a way, it was an experience akin to his very first exposure to lull, when the two men who would become his parents’ killers had mercilessly fed the addictive hallucinogen into his veins and Ghost’s entire world was reduced to rivers of blood and mortal anguish.
The front of his shirt was on fire, but he was too paralyzed with weakness to do anything about it but watch with morbid curiosity as the flames danced along his torso. At some point in his desperate attempt to evade the fire, the gun had slipped from his grasp, and the fingers of his right hand worked frantically, but to what end he didn’t know. With a herculean effort, Ghost lifted his head from the bar on which he lay, and there was a ghastly sound as the melted flesh that had fused to the metal was ripped away. Randi swung toward him in disjointed frames, implacable in her advance and nonchalant to the curtain of fire that had taken him out. Randi swung toward him… Randi with the curtain of fire. Randi…
Had moved those flames herself. She had changed the nature of the simulation and done the impossible, just like Blair had when she’d once simply halted Christian’s fall off the side of a building. Which meant only one thing.
Randi was Divergent. Just like Blair. As understanding dawned, Ghost’s throat constricted painfully, as if there were a large rock he was trying to swallow. He tried to whisper the fated word, the word that was a death sentence, but the only sound he managed was an agonized lowing. His jaw had been sizzled to a puddle of charred bone, leaving his tongue hanging limply from the side of his mutilated mouth. He knew how bad the damage was when he saw Randi’s face.
Her slack lips and overlarge emerald eyes were the last thing he glimpsed before there was a shriek of twisting metal and the melted bar on which Ghost lay collapsed beneath him, another victim of fiery destruction. The only grace in it, he thought with a dying mind, was that he was past the point of pain. Air as thick as sludge raced past him as he plunged to the bottom of the Chasm to be united with the flames, reaching for him in their eagerness. Ghost enviously remembered reading somewhere that those who fell from great heights usually died of a heart attack before they made impact with the ground, but it wasn’t the ground that scared him.

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Ghost exploded upward from his chair with the acrid stench of burning flesh stinging his nose and his throat seared raw with gray memories of smoke. But his watery legs weren’t ready to support his weight and the tiled floor rang from the impact of his knees striking it. He folded over himself in a boneless heap, hiding his face from view as he skimmed fingers across his eyes, nose, lips, and chin, blissful relief rising in him upon finding that they were still intact. And his hand. Ghost examined all five fingers, long and pale and slender, wriggling them for good measure when the mismatch between his perceived pain and visible reality was too great for his brain to comprehend.
Feeling weak as a day-old kitten, Ghost crawled to his feet. The room undulated around him, and he threw out a hand for balance, not sure what he was going to catch himself on. Against all reason or likelihood, Bloom was there, her palm warm against the elbow that she held steady. Ghost recoiled from the warmth, curbing the reflex to slap her hand away. Irritation flared inside him, bright and hot as any of Randi’s fires. Couldn’t Bloom see that sweat was coming off him by the bucketful? He didn't want to be close to anyone. “Please don’t touch me,” he muttered with as much civility as he could muster. With shoulders hunched and arms wrapped around his heaving stomach, he stumbled a step away from her. His eyes cut left and right, gauging how many initiates were awake from their simulations and up and about, weighing that number against how many would probably catch him if he were to pop some pills or snort some powders right now.
A pit had formed in his stomach, gradually filling up with liquid. Randi bounced up to Ghost with her characteristic manic energy, either to placate his loss with empty words or taunt him for dying pathetically. He didn’t know which and he didn’t care. Ghost shuffled in the opposite direction of her, moving with the slow determination of a thundercloud. His skin itched where open air brushed it, anticipating the kiss of flame. He surveyed the room again, making sure that Charlie’s back was to him. She was the only one here whose good opinion he valued, so if she didn’t catch him, then—
Ghost’s mouth opened as a vile hacking sound escaped it. Alarm shot through him like a bullet and he raised a hand to his lips. His eyes darted once again, seeing the other people in the room only as obstacles in his way as he cut a path toward a potted plant in the corner. He had never particularly noticed this plant before today, when it had a purpose to serve him. Ghost reached it just in time before a torrent of red-tinged vomit bubbled up his throat and came spewing out onto the black soil.

 

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Dakota had barely slept. Her large, dark eyes had large, dark circles under them. The night before had been a typical night for the Summerhill household. Cain had been gone for a few days, leaving her and Warren alone in their small home. Recently, their funds have been running low and the sibling duo decided it was time to replenish it and stash away what they could before their father returned home to blow it all at the nearest bar. They had spent the night dealing at an upscale club on Erudite grounds. Things went smoothly for awhile. They were making decent cash, then sometime around five War said he had to leave. Had to be up early for some important "meeting". She was sure he left to go meet up with some fling, and waved him away with a flick of her dainty wrist after he handed over what was left of his carton of cigarettes.

After her brother left, things were going well. She relied on her own charms, batting her long eyelashes for bored socialites who had holes burning in their pockets until she had moved most of her inventory. It would've been all, but just before sunrise some entitled assholes got a bit handsy and she got into a little bit of a tussle. It took her a second to find her footing in it, since she was caught by surprise, and one of them got a good swing in before she could counter him. She abandoned her early-morning endeavors soon after, leaving her two assailants flat on their back in some alley way while she caught the train home.

She had too much cash on her to get any shuteye on the train, remaining vigilant as the late night/early morning crowd wasn't always that trustworthy. By the time she got home, she had to be dressed and ready to leave for training. I can be late today. She thought to herself, stepping through the door of her home and peering at the time on the microwave. No one will miss me anyways. She sat down on their beat up, old couch, with the intent to take her shoes off. Kody's small frame sunk into the spongey foam of the cushions, enveloped by the scratchy fabric that used to make her arms itch as a kid. For once, the couch was a source of comfort, instead of the rock that she was banished to whenever her elder brother had a one night stand over in their shared room. She slouched over, lazily reaching down to undo the buckles of her only pair of nice shoes, which she lovingly dubbed her "hooker shoes" for their sheer height and rhinestoned gaudiness. As she leaned to slide them off of her tired, sore feet, her ear hit a throw pillow that had been flattened after years of use. Her eyelids felt heavy. Although her tights were uncomfortable and she wanted to get out of them as soon as possible, something louder in her was telling her that sleep was going to be more comfortable than getting out of her clothes. I can close my eyes for a couple of minutes. She told herself.

Dakota's eyelids fluttered open, feeling simultaneously dry and sticky. A quiet groan escaped her lips as she stretched out, squeezing her eyes back shut.

"War?"

She muttered, sitting up. She glanced around groggily, looking for her brother.

"Warren."

She spoke louder this time. He left before her, he should've been home before her. She rolled her eyes, pushing herself up to her feet. Lazy ass. She began stripping off her clubbing clothes, making her way to their shared bedroom. She peeked into their father's, in case Warren had migrated there, but there was no sign of him. She kicked her stoned tights off in the hallway and began pulling off her short sequined dress. Their bedroom was empty. Strange, for him to be gone so early in the morning...

"Shit!"

She hissed, catching a glimpse of her alarm clock. She was really late now, after her nap.

She quickly undressed and redressed, trading in her mature Erudite-wannabe look for a black t-shirt with a matching tennis skirt and a light, cropped hoodie. She practically slid into the bathroom to quickly brush her teeth. She glanced in the mirror, assessing her wounds from her scuffle. The guy must've been wearing a ring. A welted, yellowish bruise marred one of her high cheekbones, and her lip was split. She sucked in a painful breath as she gingerly touched her lip. There wasn't enough time to redo her makeup or hair, so the half up French braids into pigtails were going to stay. As was the silver glitter eye makeup she had on from the night before. She haphazardly pulled on her shell-toed canvas shoes, as they were the only appropriate shoes she owned to wear to training.

The initiate sped walked her way to training, taking the fastest road she knew with her crossbody bag slug across one shoulder. She approached the training center with just enough time to see Chris clamor into the back of an ambulance.

"Holy..."

She jogged to walk inside as soon as she could. Suddenly feeling sheepish, she pulled her hood up over her head, obscuring her ginger locks from clear view. She was realizing that today was a bad day to be late, first day of Phase Three of initiation. It was the home stretch. She couldn't afford being tossed out now. As she entered the room lined with chairs and initiates, she placed her hands in her pockets, looking for some form of comfort and her fist closed around the cool plastic of her disposable vape. She quietly approached Bloom, the only concious appearing instructor, besides the medic, Charlie.

"Sorry I'm late."

She murmured, offering an apologetic smile.

"It was an um... Family emergency. Won't happen again."

She rolled her disposable vape between her fingers, hyperaware of her glittery and disheveled appearance. She hoped that the woman could let her slide, without much fuss from anyone else. She cocked a careful eyebrow.

"What did I miss?"

Kody turned to give the room a scan just in time to watch herself be interrupted by Ghost stumbling out of his seat in a panic, his arm thrown out to be caught by Bloom. He looked something awful. Pale, sweaty. As he swatted away his colleague she repressed the instinct to reach out her own hand to steady him and help. She fought the urge to look upon him with any sympathy. He seemed to be a proud man who would loathe the notion. She respectfully turned her dark eyes away from the scene as he retched and vomited, only to watch the doors of the facility fly open and reveal a familiar face.

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War's night was uneventful. He and Kody had gone clubbing in Erudite territory. Sleek and glittered, they dealt to some idiot initiates who were still holding on to some of daddy's money. Those dumbasses even believed that the Summerhills were real Erudites. And that Dakota was eighteen. They had waltzed in in matching blue, with Warren in a slick blue on blue on blue suit with gold jewelry and Kody in a short, sequined blue dress and bedazzled black shoes. Both had glittery eye makeup, him in gold and her in silver, and large, false glasses on. It was one of the few nice things they owned, specifically for this purpose. The deals were boring. Just a bunch of snooty rich kids. He caught the interest of a few of them, got in a couple of hot makeout seshes. But there was something more important on his mind.

At some point in the night, he shouted at his younger sister that he had to go. He had an important meeting that he had to get up early for. She dismissed him with a wave of her hand after taking his carton of cigarettes off of him. He had paid to take a car home, instead of the train, since it was faster. Especially at that time of night. He knew he should take every opportunity he could to get some sleep, he had a big day ahead of him in the morning. Something was turning in him, keeping him wide awake. It wasn't concern for his sister, she'd be fine. She was tough. All Summerhills were. He was nervous, in a good way, for his meeting. What he had failed to mention to Kody was that this meeting was for a job. A real job, with a boss that wasn't just some higher criminal who came up with the plan. He'd be the first Summerhill to have a real, bona fide job since their dad lost his when War was six.

He took a shower when he got home, scrubbed off what glitter and eyeliner he could. He brushed his teeth, ridding himself of the scent of the few drinks he'd had at the club. His reflection in the mirror looked fresh, ready, and awake despite the ungodly hour that it was. The young man couldn't help but crack a smile. He was coming into some good luck, and Dauntless was going to need their own. He gently placed his fraying, baby blue toothbrush into its toothpaste-encrusted holder and retired to his bedroom. He didn't even bother to crawl under his warm covers, but sprawled out across the full sized bed that was far to small for him, his arms folded behind his bed and lay flat on his back. His eyes shut and he slept soundly for a few hours.

When he awoke, the house was as empty as he left it. He had wandered around while he put on some clothes, checking to see if Kody had come home at all since her bed was empty.

"Kody?"

He called, pulling a loose fitting black t-shirt on over his head.

"Dakota?"

This time, he was putting on a pair of baggy, black jeans with a handful of pockets and zippers and stitching for looks instead of function. No answer. He slid his rings onto his fingers and clasped his gold chain necklace on. He wandered into the kitchen/dining/living hybrid room, black boots in hand, perching his scrawny butt on the peeling leather armchair that his father typically occupied to wrestle them onto his feet. Only then did his eyes find his sister, passed out on the couch. Warren's fervor for the day softened as he looked upon his sister's innocent, glitter-smeared face. He took note of the swelling bruise on her cheek and the crusty blood that had pooled on her lip. He laced up his boots and left, closing the rickety front door behind him.

The meeting itself was boring. He spent his time twisting his rings around his fingers as he half-assed listened to board or committee or whatever they wanted to be called talk at him about the logistics of this new job. He needed to be a responsible role model, impart all the wisdom that he had that allowed him to pass initiation with flying colors... Blah, blah, blah. He had heard what was important, like the details of commencing his employment. As soon as he got the okay, he left. He marched out of the room, fished a fresh carton of cigs from his pocket and lit one for himself. A celebratory drag for himself as he made his way to the training center.

Upon his arrival, War threw open the door with a flourish of grandeur that all fanatics of the dramatics would adore. The room fell silent, and a mischievous smile with a sparkle in his eyes to match settled itself upon his chiseled face as all conscious eyes turned to look at him.

"Attention all initiates and faculty,"

He started, his announcement ushering a new wave of hushed silence and bewildered stares from a room full of teenagers.

"The leadership authority of the Dauntless faction would like to hereby announce the termination of the training instructor Ghost, on account of his misconduct while in employment, effective immediately."

Concerned whispers began to fill the room, getting louder as more initiates joined the choir. He took a survey of the room, his deep brown eyes finding the now disgraced instructor hunched over an indoor plant. Without waiting for any of the conversation, he continued, just with a louder voice.

"His former duties will now be overseen by Warren Summerhill... Yours truly."

The mischievous smirk spread into a shit-eating grin, as he crossed the now buzzing room to approach his former training partner. He slapped a firm hand on to Ghost's hunched back and leaned down to be on his level, his lips close to the other man's ear.

"Hey Ghostie, ya miss me?"

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

Cassidy was halfway through the kitchen when she heard Aya's voice for sure this time, balancing halfway between a chair and table, one foot precariously on each, she turned her head towards the direction. "Aya? I'm in the kitchen." She said the words quite calmly, loud enough to travel through the house, but not so loud as to be a booming voice to the writhing mess of bugs that were now gathered on the kitchen floor. She was having to carefully move over them as if they were snakes, trying to use cupboards, tables, chairs and anything else around as leverage. From her watching them she could see that it was mostly a combination of crawling insects, which intrigued her, most people that feared bugs feared those that were either poisonous (like venomous spiders and scorpions) or flying insects (such as wasps, bees and the such). There were both of these in this simulation, Cas had noticed the spiders and occasional scorpion, and there were a few flying insects, but the majority of the insects in the rooms were simply beetles, centipedes, ants, harmless spiders, caterpillars, anything with lots of legs. Cas had managed to avoid them so far, though she admittedly was cheating by just a little. Knowing that she had some sway over how the simulation went, she was using that sway to stop the bugs from crawling up on her, though if it became too obvious that she was doing this, she would have to stop. Teetering on the chair and table, Cas finally found her footing and skimmed across the table, not wanting to stay on it as there were bugs on there as well. She used the next chair as a bouncing board and leaped towards the kitchen sink. Her hands grasped at the curtain rail, and hear heart nearly stopped as she heard the snap of the rail. You shall not break She thought, willing the curtain rail to stay strong. She was not willing to fall backwards into the mass of writhing bugs. Thankfully the simulation did as she wanted, and she was able to pull herself into a squatting position. She could tell the bugs were meant to target people, as many of them were slowly climbing the cupboards and pantry. That was when she heard Aya's voice, and she rose her head to look up at where she stood.

"Charlie has some strange fears." Cas said, giving a little wave at Aya. "I wouldn't advise trying to get over here, I barely made it. I'm looking for a lighter." She yelled across. Aya nodded, standing still for a second, before she started looking around for whatever it was they were supposed to do. Cas didn't give her the supsicions she held herself, which was that they were meant to fight off the bugs. Aya would come to that conclusion by herself, and she was more than capable to try in the way she wanted to. There were many ways to kill bugs, fire had just been the simplest that Cas had come up with. You could also use heavy chemicals, even water might do the trick. Cas began to open and shut drawers and cupboards from the awkward angle she was at from above the bench. It didn't take her long to find the drawer that held a barbeque lighter, but that was not the simple part. She needed something to make the fire grow and kill. Something that would spray. She kept shuffling through cupboards, and she felt the tickly arms of bugs begin to crawl up her bare legs. "Get off me!" She squealed uncomfortably, as the prickly sensation made her want to throw up. This was disgusting, and Cas was definitely ready to start getting out of here. She finally found a spray cooking oil can, and sat herself on the kitchen counter, legs tucked under her as she looked at the ground. "Go to hell." She said softly, eyes skimming the room for Aya, who had momentarily disappeared again. Cas began to spray the cooking oil all over the floor and beetles, and she let it go for a few seconds, before lighting the spray with the fire, watching as fire danced delightfully over the beetles and bugs, and began to hear the slight squealing and high pitched sound of bugs dying. Cas giggled softly. I understand why Randi likes this so much. She thought, wondering if Randi would be interested in showing Cas some fire tricks. She was soon reminded though, of why she didn't often play with fire, as everything began to heat up, and Cas felt her body cry out in pain from the heat. I can keep going. The bugs are dying. She watched as the bugs began to shrivel up or crawl away and up into the upper rooms of the house. To her surprise though, as she was just starting to calm down from the intense spraying, she began to hear a peculiar sound. "Aya... Ahhh!" Cas called out in surprise as a torrent of water began to flood down from the stairs, bringing with it a dead, soaked swarm of bugs.

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Cas woke up with a start, having not expected the simulation to end just then and there. She shivered as she hopped off of the chair, quickly running her fingers over her body to make sure there wasn't anything on her, like the bugs from the simulation. She looked over at Aya, who had obviously just woken up as well. "I'm not sure who won. Did you cause the flood?" She asked, watching as Aya nodded enthusiastically. "That was good thinking! I was too worried there were just more bugs in there. Let's go see who won." She reached out. delicately taking Aya's soft hand in her own and leading the beautiful girl over to where Bloom stood. It seemed that there were a few more people here as well, that Cas hadn't noticed before, such as Kody. She nodded respectfully to her, wondering what had caused her to be so late, and wondering how badly that would do on her scores. But she quickly turned her face towards Bloom and waited patiently for a moment to speak. "Bloom, Aya and I aren't sure who beat the simulation, it wasn't very obvious from our perspective." She said, watching as Bloom looked over the monitors and the systems that recorded their progress. It took her even a few moments to check and re-check the scores. Eventually letting them know that Cas had won by just a tiny amount. Cas turned to Aya. "I figured as much. I wish we could split the points, but Ghost made it pretty clear we can't. Good job! I can't wait for the ice-cream!" Cas said, letting her hand go and tucking it into her pockets. She had heard Aya say something about tattoos, but unless Griffon was there, she wasn't going to be able to get one, her body just couldn't handle the pain, and even with Griffon, it might not be possible. "I'll think of a tattoo idea for you. If I'm feeling rather brave, I might try one..." She trailed off, and was going to continue speaking when a commotion occured as someone she didn't recognize stormed into the room, causing most heads to turn towards him. At his words, Cas's eyes narrowed slightly, surprised. "That's... interesting." She murmured to Aya, her eyes flicking towards Ghost, who had just exited the simulation. "Can he do that?"

Interacting with: Aya Wolfiee Bloom Sanctuaryforall1 Kody rohcoco

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

What happened next was so chaotic, busy and stressful that it became almost like a blur to the medic. She had been watching Ghost's simulation and empathising for the heat he was experiencing, cringing at the burns on his hands, when she was alerted to Shay's seizure and condition. "Bloom I need help!" Charlie said, rushing to the poor initiates side. Bloom was there a second after Charlie, and Charlie began to quickly feel for Shay's pulse, whilst trying to multi task and take her out of the simulation. She mentally scolded herself for not watching more carefully, knowing that Shay's condition was critical and could be worse or better depending on the conditions around her. She didn't know everything about the young initiate, but every initiate had to give medical history, and Shay's was complicated, and secretive. Charlie was a good secret keeper though, and had not shed a semblance of it to the outside world, she kept her documents and information very secret and close to the chest. But now she wished she'd been thinking about it more. "we need to get her out of there." She said, referring to both the simulation and the chair. Shay's body would begin to hurt itself if it couldn't move freely, the restriction of the chair being a very dangerous position for the girl right now. She began to silently curse, a habit she'd picked up from Ghost, as the wires and chair gave her trouble, but finally she was able to yank out the required equipment, causing Shay to exit the simulation. "Help me get her out, and then call an ambulance now." Charlie said, taking charge, knowing that Bloom would not take offense at any tone or words that Charlie was using. The two girls struggled but quickly took Shay's body out of the chair and lay it on the floor. Charlie sat behind Shay and instructed Bloom to help lay Shay's head in her lap, as she had nothing else to cushion the poor thing. Then she simply began to keep a constant check on the pulse. It was firing like a machine gun, there was a high risk of her getting cardiac arrest here. "Come on Shay, you can pull through this." Charlie whispered as her own heart began to miss beats almost in time with Shay's. She wished she could leave with Shay right now, or send Bloom with her, to get help. But with Ghost in the simulation, and the possibility of others having similar problems from the simulations, her mind flickered to Christian who often had similar problems, she wasn't able to leave. And she couldn't look after everyone by herself, so she needed Bloom too. She just hoped that the ambulance would come out soon.

Initiates began to awaken faster than Charlie expected, and she knew she would have to go and watch their simulations after, as she and Bloom were a bit too busy right now. Griffon and Vex were the first to exit their simulation, and the two eventually noticed the commotion and came over to see what was happening, and of course Griffon was a darling and offered his help. "You would be the most helpful if you kept an eye on the rest of them for me, Griff. I can't do all of this at once, and Bloom and I are a bit occupied. Shay will be fine." Charlie spoke with more confidence than she possessed, but she seemed to have convinced the former Abnegation boy, as he trotted off to watch the monitors as she had been doing before. "I think she's coming down, can you pass me those tissues?" Charlie said to Bloom, watching as her friend quickly did the task. Charlie began to mop up Shay's nose, she had made sure to keep the head tilting as down as possible, as to stop the blood from going down the throat, but she wasn't able to stop the bleeding whilst Shay was seizing up, as then she might have stopped breathing altogether, as it would have required pinching her nose and restricting that area of breathing. The blood would stop on its own, however, and that wasn't the part that worried Charlie too much. She knew there was a likelihood that the blood nose was a sign of something much worse, but treating the blood nose would do nothing to that particular condition, whatever it might be. She could feel Shay's heart beat beginning to dim down, and she felt her skin go cold. She needed to get Shay to a hospital now. She would just have to send Bloom. She was about to ask Bloom if she was strong enough to carry Shay, when Christian approached them. Her first instinct was to send him away, but when she looked at him, she could see that he had the strength to take Shay, plus, he was familiar with the hospital and could ensure that Shay got good treatment. The fact that Shay was fading faster than Charlie had expected meant she had to take chances. "Take her fast Christian. Don't stop for anything." She urged, as she allowed Christian to pick up Shay's body, and watched as he rushed off, Shay like a feather in his strong arms.

Charlie brushed off herself, and checked back in on the other initiates, that's when she noticed Thorn awakening, and she bit her lip, finally sucking in a deep breath and rushing over to him. "Thorn?" She spoke his name softly, watching as his eyes still flared wildly as if he'd just been given a shot of adrenaline, and she supposed that he technically had. He'd been given the highest trip in his life from a fear that Charlie had always had. She felt an immense amount of guilt begin to fill her chest, and it ached like a stab wound. Thorn was in so much pain, and Charlie had now added to that, even if that hadn't been the intent. "I'm sorry." She said, breathing it out as if it weren't even words. She was wary of touching Thorn, not only because she was wary of touch in general, but also because she knew he might freak out more if she did so. For once she sort of wished she could comfort him in such a way though. "I was wondering, if you wanted to talk about it." She suggested after a few moments of just sitting in his presence. She didn't want to force him into talking about the incident, but she also didn't want to allow him to just sit and wallow in grief, it was unhealthy and often led to very terrible and addictive forms of coping. She had seen it happen to many people, Caspian being a prime example. Although he had always been prone to partying and drinking, after Alice's death, he had refused to talk about it, and had gone into a solemn melancholy, coping with it by drinking so much he would lose consciousness and Charlie would find him in the most dangerous and random places completely knocked out. She would have to sit with him till he woke, as she couldn't carry him or even drag him. It had broken her heart to see him like that, but he just couldn't bring himself to talk to her. She had found her own ways of coping, Alice had been a dear friend, and when she died Charlie had wanted to mourn forever, but life got in the way, and she wasn't in such a priveleged position as Caspian, and had to move on with her life. It was unpleasant, and unfair, but it had helped her to open up to Sasha, and eventually Bloom, as the breakdowns that happened were actually a healthy way to process the grief she had felt. She hoped that Thorn would do the same with her, she didn't want to watch him become like Caspian, she couldn't bear to see another close friend like that. "I'm here to talk, and I'm here for you, Thorn. Any time you need." She breathed. She was aware of the commotion happening behind them, and could recognize Warren's voice coming in, and everything screamed in her to turn around and see what was happening, but she kept her attention on Thorn, knowing that he needed her.

Interacting with: Bloom, Thorn, Vex, Shay Sanctuaryforall1

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Bloom

Mood: Protective

Location: Testing Center

Interactions: Charlie, Ghost, Kody, Warren, mentions Shayla, mentions Chris

Everything had turned to chaos in a matter of seconds. One heartbeat she and Charlie were having a quiet and meaningful conversation with their hands held together as Bloom wanted to make sure her friend knew she was there for her. Then suddenly the shrill blare of an alarm sounded behind them and Shayla Darkholme’s body was seizing in the chair she lay in. Bloom’s eyes widened in surprise and a heartbeat after Charlie she jumped into action to try and help. She wasn’t a medic though so it was her job to do any and everything the true medic in the room told her to without question. When Charlie told her to help her get Shay out of the chair Bloom made sure it happened as swiftly as possible. She disconnected wires, shut down machines that might risk electrocuting the girl if wires were not removed properly, then carefully assisted her friend in lowering the young woman to the ground. It was a bit hard at first from the movements the young woman’s body involuntarily made but soon the two had her safely on the floor with her head resting on Charlie’s lap.

Bloom looked around the room carefully, her minty green gaze swept over each and every initiate like a mother bear looking after her cubs. It tore at her heart that she and Charlie had failed to pay attention to the monitors enough to notice the beginnings of Shay’s episode. Perhaps if they had the two of them could have pulled her out sooner. Though Bloom had to wonder if this was caused by the simulation or something else. She knew the simulations could sometimes make others sick but never before had she witnessed it to this degree. Shayla was still shaking on the ground but her movements were becoming less and less until finally, they stilled almost an alarming amount. The blood that gushed from the ebony-haired girl's nose hadn’t let up at all during the entirety of the episode but once she calmed down Charlie went to work trying to stop it. Once again Bloom looked up and noted different initiates arising from the simulations. This was not the scene for them to jump into and so Bloom went to work trying her best to redirect them. Most went off quietly when she instructed but Chris insisted on making his way over to Charlie and Shay and Bloom knew that he might actually be able to help. He was stronger than Charlie and by the look in the medics' eye upon seeing him Bloom knew she made the right call. The two of them couldn’t leave to get Shay to the hospital but Chris could and he was strong enough to carry her on his own without being hindered. As Chris exited the testing room Bloom gave him a nod to wish him good luck and her gaze swept worriedly across Shayla’s form one final time before the young man and woman disappeared from sight.

Mere moments after they left another entered the room while Bloom was working on saving and categorizing the different simulations and their results. She knew Charlie had other obligations and Ghost would be coming out of his own simulation soon enough so it fell to her to get the job done, not that she minded because it gave her the chance to check on everyone. Looking up at the young woman approaching her Bloom pushed her concern for Shayla aside and did her best to give Kody a warm and genuine smile. “It’s okay Kody, I hope everyone is alright though.” She replied with a kind tone to the girl though she was able to tell that Kody wasn’t being completely truthful. A flash of worry shone in her eyes as she spotted the bruise on the young girl’s cheek and Bloom tilted her head. “I hope you are alright.” She added and emphasized the ‘you’ to alert Kody to the fact that she could tell something had happened.

Before she was able to continue the conversation with the young woman however Ghost shot awake from his simulation and still seemed to be in fight mode. Bloom reached out to catch him as he almost seemed to throw himself from his chair. The moment she touched him Ghost seemed to recoil from her touch and Bloom had to assume that the simulation had not gone well for him. “Ghost...” She began but was cut off by him asking her not to touch him with strained civility. Calmly and with respect for his wishes she put her hands up to show she was not going to touch him and took a step back. She almost asked if he was okay but seemed to know better than to do so at this moment when she could practically see the young man's pulse drumming in his neck.

The door behind her opened once more and Bloom turned to look at who had entered this time just as Ghost rushed away to the plant in the corner of the room. Something in her gut twisted and a stab of worry nagged her when she saw Kody’s older brother Warren enter the testing room. The brunette instructor was about to ask what the meaning of this interruption was when she found she was not given the chance. As she was about to speak the announcement of Ghost’s termination began and Bloom shifted where she stood, her stance becoming slightly more guarded at the news as if she worried this turn of events would mean possible danger for her initiates. “Warren now is not the time or place for such a display.” She informed the young man with an even tone as she watched him approach Ghost who was still clearly trying to recover from the simulation. “Such an announcement could have waited until the initiates are grounded enough to understand it.” She continued, trying to get the point across that he chose possibly the worst time to drop such news on everyone.

Nerdy. Aviator rohcoco

code by Stardust Galaxy

 

[Aviator]

Ghost // Male // Age 18 // (former) Training Instructor // Erudite to Dauntless
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Still leaning over the potted ficus plant, Ghost was shaking and trembling like a wet rabbit in the blistering cold. His heartbeat was alternating between a stutter and then hammering so hard that it seemed it would crack his ribs. The vomit inside the pot was thin, viscous, and a disconcerting shade of candy apple-red, a depraved version of the strawberry daiquiri he’d ended late last night or early this morning with during one of his gambling excursions in a lounge populated by men in too-shabby clothes for the money that they were willing to throw away on cards stacked against them. The acidic stream had burned as it came up his throat, which still stung with the phantom impressions of smoke from the fiery simulation he and Randi had endured.
He scrubbed the back of a hand across his mouth, wiping away any remnants of vomit when the doors to the training hall opened with a squeal of unoiled metal hinges. Ghost paid it little mind as he flung a hand against the wall. His stomach was twisting and turning, his eyes squeezed shut as he battled down another round of nausea. A disquieted hush had the room in its clutches, and even without turning around he was aware of the heat of various stares burning into his hunched back. Ghost raked a hand through the sweaty hair falling across his forehead and tried his best to ignore them. Get it together, Jacobi. Cut the shit and stop making a damn fool of yourself. Cool air brushed his lips, and he used the tactile sensation as an anchor to reality, something for him to grasp as his mind and his blood were overrun by demons.
A booming voice that was better suited to a stage than to pedagogic instruction cut through the room. Along with the dozen other swiveling heads, Ghost tried to look in its direction but was met with a swirl of dizziness and halted his motion. The voice was masculine, confident, and distantly familiar, yet his thick-slimed mind couldn’t place it. But even more shocking than the voice itself were its words. The sound of Ghost’s name wrenched him up from the indistinct fog of his thoughts. Various parts of the sentence strung themselves together like ill-fitted beads on a string, culminating in an absurd picture that defied all reason.
Ghost closed one hand around the rim of the potted plant, forcing strength into his fingers. He looked up and to the right. A tousled champagne-blond head was lifted proudly into the air, gazing down a square nose at his assembled audience. Warren Summerhill walked through the room like a bullet ready to tear through anything that stood in its path. Really? This fucking joker? Ghost thought in an undisguised mix of disbelief and contempt. Red flashed through his vision. He was riding its current and about to show Summerhill and his nonsense to the other side of the training hall doors, when another lurch of his stomach brought Ghost face to face with the vomit-strewn soil yet again. Initiates’ heads whipped toward him as Ghost gagged, but his stomach was empty after the first wave. Sticky threads of saliva dripped into the mess in the pot, which was starting to smell. A girlish titter of laughter rose above the noise. Summerhill continued with his vile speech undeterred, speaking louder to recapture the initiates’ attention. The kids swung back to him in unison, looking like first-time spectators at a tennis game trying to keep up with the whizzing back-and-forth of the ball.
Ghost was taking starved gulps of air when Summerhill, having finished his address to the room, swaggered up to him. Ghost’s rival from initiation placed a paternalistic hand on the center of his back. The image of a judo throw whisked through Ghost’s mind. All it would take was a ninety-degree turn to grab the hand, pull Summerhill into him as he threw out his hips, and use his arm as a lever to sling the larger man over Ghost’s shoulder and onto the floor. It was a testament of self-restraint that he resisted the impulse.
A dull roaring filled his ears. He wasn’t sure whether it was from his latest episode of dry heaving, what Summerhill’s announcement meant for him, or the unignorable craving building inside him. Hold out just a little longer. Just until you make it to the bathroom. Just until you’re alone. The strength of Ghost’s need dimmed his shock over Warren’s message ever so slightly. He looked over his shoulder at the only man to have scored a higher rank than him in initiation. “How many bones did your masters have to throw you before you could bark that one out all on your own?” His voice was a rough, raw rasp, like the caress of a calloused palm. Cloaked in a layer of stone-cold calm, Ghost turned fully so that he was facing Summerhill and tutted his disappointment. He took a half-step closer, unafraid of the pillar of Dauntless-born muscle who towered five inches over him. “The puppy pissed on the carpet and they saw fit to give you a second chance after all. But you and I both know that the only way to handle a mutt is to put it down.”
Everyone in Dauntless knew about the unsavory legacy of the Summerhill family, a bunch of thugs who lured pigeons into dark alleys, kissed them with their rings, and stripped them of all their valuables. Ghost’s father had been a thief too, but at least he’d done it in a suit and not cheap tattered flash. A dangerous flicker ignited in Warren’s eyes, but Ghost wasn’t done yet. He pressed a hand to his chest, a dramatic feigning of innocence, and lowered his voice so it was only audible to Summerhill. “Misconduct? Me? Which time? Last week when I looked the other way as your sister pickpocketed some poor drunk in a bar? Or because I don’t have my head thrust up leadership’s asses like you?” Ghost had no problem publicly roasting Summerhill—in fact, if he really was being fired and this was his last time among the initiates, he’d prefer to give them a show—but he liked Dakota personally, and didn’t want to make common knowledge an incident that could convict her.
Despite his words, Ghost knew that he wasn’t innocent. He seriously considered for which offense he was being brought up on charges of misconduct. Leadership could take their pick: selling drugs to an initiate, having an off-the-books chat with Obadiah Parks, breaking into Jeremy Daniels’s house, or hiding a Divergent. Although Ghost suspected if it was the last one, leadership wouldn’t make a public spectacle of his sacking. Rather, secret police would show up at his doorstep in the wee hours of the night and Ghost would be made to disappear. But even more likely, Daniels didn’t need a legitimate offense for seizing Ghost’s job. Not when Ghost was dating the daughter of one of the most powerful men in the faction after having personally humiliated him. Ghost just supposed he was lucky that it was him who Daniels had chosen to come after and not Charlie, because god knew how few fucks Daniels gave about his daughter. Charlie lived for her work as a medic. She needed her job, whereas Ghost had an illicit stash of money hoarded away across several bank accounts, and had the means to make plenty more.
Or did he? Ghost’s throat clenched when he realized that his job was the only thing that made him valuable to Jiao-Long Young, the secret benefactor who had given him the money in exchange for names. In exchange for names that Ghost had not given him… all except for Finn Day’s. But if Ghost would no longer have his unique access to initiates’ fear simulations, then suddenly he was an asset that had outlived its usefulness, and it was off to market to trade him for something newer and better.
Ghost would have to kill Young before Young killed him. That, or fake his death yet again, like when he’d left Erudite to preserve his anonymity. No one tried to kill a man who was already dead.
An electric energy kindled inside of Ghost, the same sort of energy he’d feel back in his street days when there was a job that needed doing and action that needed taking. An opp who needed hushing. But he stared Warren Summerhill down poker-faced. Ghost’s eyes were like the deepest part of the sea, the darkness disguising every feeling, every fear, forcing them all deep below the surface. A basket of emotions to be sorted and sifted through alone, at his own pace, in his own time. Of which he would have considerably more, now that he was officially unemployed.
Finally, with nothing left to say to the former adversary who was now his replacement, Ghost turned away. There was the itch on his palms again, the ripple passing through his vision. He needed a hit, a sip, of something, anything, fast. His blood was singing a gluttonous song. His clothes seemed to fit too snugly along his body, even though Ghost had shed a few pounds since the start of initiation, and not from partaking in exercise. As he turned, he caught Anika’s eye, of all people, and caught a hint of the delinquent slant to her lips. He wondered if she had been the one to snicker at him the second time he’d retched. Ghost remembered how she had kissed him in the curtained-off booth of a club during Jeremy Daniels’s birthday celebration and, feeling saucy, he flipped her a playful wink as he sauntered past.
The initiates, still rooted to their spots in the wake of the spiteful confrontation that had unfolded, offered no resistance as Ghost carved a path to Bloom. “Come with me,” he spoke, not breaking stride. Bloom followed, and a moment later they were standing together before the computer with its slim black monitor and sleek keyboard. Ghost jostled the mouse and keyed in the password, the computer having logged itself out in the interval of inactivity that had taken the whole training floor by storm. “In my absence, I suppose you’re the new ringleader around here. Charlotte has more than enough work already, and I think you’ll find the pay raise to your liking.” Ghost made a few clicks of the mouse and pulled up the spreadsheet that Bloom had already started with initiates’ names, times, faction of origin, and nature of simulation. “Good thing you seem to already be acquainted with spreadsheets. But do you know how to find the equation of linear regression and graph the results?”
A few more clicks, and then a cramped table of little black letters and numbers filled the unoccupied half of the spreadsheet. Ghost pointed to the bottommost rows. “Ignore everything else in the table. This first number is your intercept, and the one below it is the slope. Be careful when you go to make a graph, because the computer likes to switch the X- and Y-axes on you.” Ghost gave an exasperated sigh, cracked his knuckles, and turned to face Bloom. “Leadership are whores for data, but god only knows what they use it for. Probably to justify institutionalized discrimination of transfers like you and me. I’ve always wondered if those meatheads actually understand most of the files I turn in to them,” Ghost said flippantly, lips curved into a sardonic smile. He fiddled in one pocket and withdrew a tan keycard. “Give me a call if you need help with the statistics and data analysis. Here’s the key to the main office. I’ll be around to clear my stuff out in the next day or so, but until then I trust you,” he said pleasantly.
Ghost was a distrustful, hyper-energetic person by nature. Any other day he would have cleared out his stuff right then and there, but not with the unquenchable thirst that had started in his chest and diffused throughout his whole body. Since he’d already been dismissed, he needed to whisk himself away from here, fast, to load up on lull or some other form of hallucinogen. Preferably something that hit harder and stronger. As much as delaying his escape another minute pained him, a misguided sense of ethics compelled him to add, “You’ll also need to know how to compute weighted averages, of course. For ranking purposes. But that’s easy.” Click, click, click. A new spreadsheet unfurled with the initiates’ scores from today added to or subtracted from their previous ones. As expected, the most dramatic increase was associated with Randi’s score, as she had gained full marks and a half for beating an instructor. Randi had manipulated that simulation and Ghost knew what he’d seen. But the deal was the deal. Not like he had anything but dignity to lose from it anyway, and that was already long gone. He told Bloom, “Since you’re the new top dog, I consider it only befitting that you get to present the revised ranks. I’ll leave you to it, then.” With no time to waste, Ghost broke away from Bloom's side and made a beeline for the doors. Until he noticed one thing that stopped him dead in his tracks.
Blair Avalon had not shown up to training today. She was nowhere to be found.

 

[Sanctuaryforall1]

Shayla

Mood: Confusion

Location: Ambulance

Interactions: Mentions Aubrey and Chris

The pain was all consuming as it ripped through her head and robbed her of all other senses. She could not see, speak, hear, or taste anything but she could feel EVERYTHING. This pain was unlike any she had experienced in the past as it tore through her brain like lightning lined with razor blades. If she had been able to think or process any of it properly it was likely the dark haired girl might have tried to end it all then and there in order to escape the agony she was in. Unluckily, or rather luckily, for her she had no control over her limbs, she was a tortured prisoner within her own body. She didn’t know where she was, if she was in the simulation or the real world. No part of her brain was able to process anything around her. This went on for what felt like a hundred years before finally the peace of feeling nothing at all began to spread through her and for a heartbeat she managed a single thought. Am I free? Before falling into the darkness of unconsciousness, her nose still pouring blood but her bodies movements having finally begun to calm in Charlie’s lap.

As she fell into the darkness Shayla truly felt as though she were falling but it wasn’t scary, it was actually rather peaceful. As her hair swirled around her and her limbs hung limp Shayla looked around in the darkness and felt calm. Her blue eyes fluttered slightly when a window in the void seemed to open and light poured out. Gazing into the glowing gap Shayla found herself a bit confused as she looked at a familiar yet forgotten scene. Before her a small blonde girl dashed back and forth across a large lawn, her clothes stained from the dirt and grass but the smile on her face was carefree. Aubrey. “10 seconds.” An unseen childs voice sounded and it took Shayla a second to realize that it was her voice, coming from herself as a child. She was seeing a memory through her younger self's eyes.

“I can do it faster this time! I know it!”

The voice of the young blonde hit Shayla in the heart like a professional boxer. No matter how old they got, no matter how much time had passed, Shayla would always remember little Aubrey’s voice. The two of them had spent hours playing and causing trouble around her families large house. She loved inviting Aubrey over when she was small, for birthday parties, sleepovers, anything Shayla could think of. Shayla watched the memory with mixed feelings of love and pain. She wished little her hadn’t taken these moments for granted, hadn’t believed that there would be countless more. She felt foolish and careless that she had allowed herself to forget this moment, this sweet sunset of bliss and watching Aubrey try to break her own record of racing from one random hedge to a wooden bench. For a moment Shayla found herself chuckling as Aubrey’s little face scrunched up in determination before she took off to the imaginary starting line again.

Shayla had no idea how long she watched the scene for but it ended far too soon and she wished she could make it stay, that she could stay. It seemed fate had another plan though for as the window closed and darkness returned this darkness felt different. She could sense more now, her head began to hurt again, not as bad as before but certainly worse than the usual migraine. As more and more senses came back Shay caught the metallic taste of blood in her mouth and throat but couldn’t move or do anything about it. She was becoming more and more aware and conscious but despite her efforts opening her eyes was just too hard at the moment. Even with her eyes closed though the dark haired dauntless born initiate was still able to tell she wasn’t alone. Through the thick fog of pain and confusion Shay was able to make out the voice of Christian. Wherever she was Christian was there with her and for that she was more grateful than words would ever be able to express.

Nerdy.

code by Stardust Galaxy

Thorn

Mood: Pained

Location: Testing Center

Interactions: Charlie

The burning. He could still feel it as he shot awake in the testing center, his skin feeling as though all the nerves were raw and ablaze. He could still feel his heart racing from his desire, no, his NEED to charge further into that flaming house to find his mother. Her screams still echoed in his ears as fresh as if they had just left her lungs. Now that he was out of the simulation it was easier for him to sense that they were not real, they were phantom screams, horribly tricks created not by the simulation but by his own imagination. It time it took for him to finally open his eyes was unknow to him, it could have been seconds or it could have been minutes but finally Thorn blinked his chocolatey brown gaze open, his one good eye taking in the reality of the world around him. A hiss of pain escaped his lips as he moved, his skin peeling off the leather, the nerves still feeling the ghost pain from the simulation. Blinking a few times the freckled young man thought back to the last few seconds he could remember of the simulation.

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Tearing through the burning building the suffocated screams of his mother drove him further and further into the flames. The blazing tongues licked his skin and Thorn let out a gasping his of pain but did not slow down. He covered his mouth to prevent too much smoke inhalation but still he was forced to cough as he struggled to breathe. He knew how fires worked, being a blacksmith he needed to know such things in order to get heathy flames, so he knew very well that the danger he and his mother faced wasn’t the flames themselves but the smoke and lack of oxygen that came with a fire of this size. He did his best to stay low, below the rising smoke, as he moved through the house. Thorn was well aware that another great danger he faced was the structural damage this fire was causing. That point became very clear to him as a blazing support beam crashed through the ceiling in the room next to him. If the house was coming down around them then he knew he needed to pick up the pace if he wanted to get his mother out safely.

Tearing into the kitchen Thorn looked around, his half-blind eyes scouring the burning room for any signs of his mother. He hoped to see her sheltered and safe away from the flames but instead he was met with yet another empty room. As he was turning to go deeper into the house a piece of the ceiling gave way from the flames eating at it and struck Thorn’s shoulder hard on the way down. The flames caught his shirt and instantly Thorn became consumed by pain as the fire licked his skin mercilessly. Acting fast Thron ripped his shirt off of his body and threw it to the side where it continued to burn away into nothing. The pain had him dazed and as he moved forward calling for his mother he missed the fact that the way out had been blocked by more flaming debris. When he turned to try to check another room was when he realized how trapped he was. During his attempts to move the debris out of the way with the leg of a broken table Thorn once again heard his mother call to him. The sound of her voice had him in a trance that he could not break due to his overwhelming desire to save her. It was only heartbeats later that the floor gave way to a burning room below and Thorn fell into his hellish end.

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The memory of the simulation and how it ended for him had Thorn feeling weak, almost light headed from the pain he had endured. He remembered that the fall hadn’t killed him but the pain, well that is what he guessed had to have done it in the end. Despite knowing it was a simulation the pained young man had still fallen into the trap of accepting it as his reality because it was one that gave him hope that he could change the outcome of something out of his control.

Charlie’s voice caused the young man to jump as his mind dove from its thoughts and back into the real world. Looking around wildly, almost unable to figure out where to look for a moment, Thorn’s earthy gaze finally settled on Charlie. Her apology came as a surprise to him. The words not making sense because she had no control over what had happened to him in the simulation and in real life. It took him a second to figure out what exactly she was apologizing for. Finally, it seemed to click that Charlie must be feeling guilty that it was her fear that he had fallen victim to. “Charlie.” He spoke, his voice rough from little use. “It...It wasn’t your fault.” He continued with sincerity. “It wasn’t.” He assured her, his words short but meaningful as he tried his best to think while still attempting to process everything. Her next words were so incredibly like Charlie but also like his mother that he found they hurt his heart. Both women were so caring and so kind, they were both trapped and Thorn was helpless to save either of them. He was speechless for several long heartbeats as he attempted to fight back the guilt, the pain, the torrent of emotions raging within him. “You already...you already have so much to carry. I can’t let you carry me as well.” He said after a moment, his words meant to be kind but also coming from the fear of the man he had been in the moments after he found out his mother was dead. He hated that version of himself and he never wanted Charlie to have to see it.

Nerdy.

 

[Wolfiee]

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Aya.

Aya had been relieved to find Cas though it seemed like she was swarmed with just as many insects by the sound of her voice. Then her friends voice spoke swiftly about not turning on anymore lights which was reasonable as sudden light might make the swarm panic. She gave a slight nod about finding a way to kill the insects then it came to her as she dashed off heading to many of the rooms checking them. That’s when she found it the bathroom it didn’t take long for the slim raven haired female to began using a broken chair to break the walls. “Where is it where is it.”she said angrily as the bugs began crawling up her legs. There the pipes soon came into view and with everything she had Aya broke them all then turned all the water on full blast. The water gushed out swiftly beginning to fill the room taking the bugs to their watery graves as it did so. She ran out of the room slipping a bit as she did when she heard Cas calling out again then she saw Cas setting tons of bugs on fire. The next thing she knew was Cas trying to ask if the water was her a swift look of excitement appeared on her face as she began answering before all things went black. The blackness only lasted a minute before she opened her eyes blinking as the florescent lights came into view. Then with that she followed after Cas who seemed to have just woken up as well the two heading over to see who’d won that round. When she heard it was Cas she wasn’t surprised a little disappointed maybe, but not surprised. “Oh for sure.”she said about getting ice-cream and about the tattoo idea.

Her eyes swiftly followed towards the sound of commotion it seemed like something was happening with Ghost. It was a bit of a shock seeing the usual level headed Ghost looking out of sorts. Her hand reached out lightly touching his arm as he stumbled she felt him shake it off but a slight look in his eyes made her breath disappear for a moment. The emotions within those orbs even briefly seen were something she wouldn’t forget. Then another voice cut into the fray of things a cocky one that was way too happy in her opinion to be sacking a fellow instructor. That person was none other than Warren aka War which seemed to be fitting him rather well at the moment. The look in Blooms eyes as she scolded her fellow instructor was not unwarranted in her mind. Then a voice beside her nearly made her jump having forgotten Cas was right beside her. “I’m not sure if he actually can. Though he must be able to otherwise he would be in trouble for such a display.”she said calmly watching as Bloom finished telling the male off. It didn’t seem to bother him though as he strode off from the other instructor seeming to want and check the results.

“I’ll be right back.”Aya said softly to Cas before making her way over to Warren. Aya was usually a bit more quiet and reserved than this however some how this man had sparked enough in her to anger her. She moved closer to Warren seemingly just checking the results before her soft yet cold voice cut into the quiet air around them. “You didn’t have to do that to Ghost here and now. Don’t you think it would have been better to wait until he was of more sound mind. He just went through a rough simulation and you had to go rub salt into a gaping wound.”she said her eyes flashing as she looked towards Warren. “You won’t make many friends if you keep this up.”she said having heard about his reputation it was no secret that Warren was someone not to be trifled with. This is why some how Aya had found it rather easy to speak towards the male like this. She was tired of those who thought themselves so untouchable not being told when they did something wrong. Once she had finished Aya brushed her long black hair out of the way letting herself fully look at Warren and him at her.

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[Sanctuaryforall1]

Fable

Mood: Determined

Location: Testing Center

Interactions: Aubrey

The scene unfolding before Fable was one that took her a few heartbeats to piece together but as she paid attention to the clues of the room, the way people spoke about this Alice girl and the stress of finding her before initiation ended, she began to understand. It helped that she was aware that this moment was a simulation but it rang so true that she knew it had to have come from a true moment in time. By the way people acted, the looks young Caspian and Charlie received, it was clear that this Alice girl meant a lot to them. A few heartbeats passed and Fable understood that whatever had happened to Alice couldn’t have been good if it created a fear scape for Charlie later in life. The more people spoke, the more Fable listened, the clearer it became that she would likely need to find this missing girl in order to win the challenge. Glancing over at Aubrey Fable could tell that the blonde wasn’t too far behind her in figuring out and so as swiftly and silently as she could the young fiery haired girl made her way through the crowd of initiates to start her search for the missing young woman.

As much as she hated to think about it Fable knew where she was going to have to check first. It was the place where their own initiate class had lost one of their own a few weeks prior, the chasm. As she ran towards the large landmark in the Dauntless compound Fable remembered how surprised she had been to learn that Ben had taken his own life by jumping into the rocky depths. She knew he had struggled a bit but never thought it would be to the point that he would take his own life. Her mind raced as she wondered how Charlie must have felt on this day all those years ago. For a moment she wondered how she would feel and she knew that if it was someone she loved, someone like Griffon, she would be on an absolute warpath trying to find him. If anything ever happened to Griffon, if he ever went missing, she would charge straight into hell to find him and leave no stone unturned until she did so. Perhaps that is how Charlie felt, maybe not, she wasn’t sure because unlike the Dauntless born initiates she hadn’t gotten to know the young medic too well. She knew Charlie was sweet and kind to others even if they were assholes but she had no doubt that when push came to shove the young brunette could show some fangs, after all she did manage to survive Dauntless initiation so that had to count for something.

Reaching the edge of the chasm with the first wave of initiates out searching it didn’t take Fable long to muster the courage to look over the edge. She knew it was a simulation, she kept reminding herself of that, anything she saw now wasn’t real...at least not at this point in time. When her mismatched gaze finally swept over the chasm floor Fable felt her heart break upon spotting the blonde sprawled out like a broken ragdoll at the bottom. For an instant Fable remembered how Dante’s body had looked when she shot him, he too had become a limp ragdoll in the middle of the street, though he certainly didn’t look as broken as Alice did now. A flash of blonde caught her eye and caused Fable to glance up and see that Aubrey had arrived at the chasm as well. It seemed that simply finding the body wasn’t the way to win this challenge and for a moment Fable was lost as to what to do next until in suddenly dawned on her that perhaps they had to actually reach the body.

Swinging her leg over the low barrier in front of her Fable did her best to spy a safe and hopefully swift route down to the corpse sprawled out below. It would be far from easy to make it down without falling due to how steep the drop was and how slick the stones were with the waterfall spraying every inch of the chasm with water. Taking a breath to calm herself Fable blinked once, twice, then started to move. She needed to beat Aubrey down there if she wanted to stand a chance of surviving initiation. She had come too far to give up now or lose to the blonde. As much as she respected Aubrey’s character and her determination she knew she would need to beat the blonde if she wanted to remain in the faction she had chosen as her new home. The journey down the side of the chasm was far from easy. At one point when she was reaching for a new grip hold the rock she had been standing on crumbled away and Fable just barely managed to cling to the side of the chasm. She couldn’t take her focus off of her own movements long enough to see where Aubrey was so when her feet finally hit the ground she was alarmed to see Aubrey was about to reach the bottom as well. Looking around Fable spotted Alice’s body and just as she did so she heard the thud of Aubrey’s boots hitting the ground. So it was truly a race then. Fable took off like a bat out of hell and could hear Aubrey doing the same beside her, both young women racing like their lives depended on it to reach the body first. Moving on instinct Fable sprinted as fast as she could and suddenly as she neared the body the young red head dropped to the stone ground, sliding across the wet stone painfully with her hand stretched out. The adrenaline helped to block the pain of the stone scrapping the skin off her leg and without hesitation Fable grabbed Alice’s cold, wet hand as if her own life depended on it.

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Eyes snapping open Fable looked around to find herself within the testing room of the training compound. Beside her Aubrey was also beginning to awaken and Fable felt her heart drop. Was I fast enough? Did I reach Alice first?

Nerdy.

 

[Nerdy.]

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

"DAMN IT!" Aubrey yelled as soon as she was out of the simulation. Leaping up from the chair as if she had just been scolded unfortunately by a rather unhappy parent. She had been so close, so close, that Aubrey hadn't been sure who would win until that very last moment, she had seen Fable slide across the ground, something she hadn't clicked onto doing at that moment, and had just gone to do the same when her vision had gone black and she had woken up. She knew that it meant that Fable had beaten her. That would put Fable a whole ten points up, and Aubrey would get nothing, in fact, she would then have to verse the losers tomorrow in the next simulations. Turning on the spot she threw a hard punch into the chair, fuming with rage as she scolded herself inwardly for not being as fast as Fable. You idiot! It was a simulation, you could have done anything and it wouldn't have harmed your true body. You should have leaped first. She angrily told herself as she scrunched her fists up and stabbed her fingernails into her palms. It wasn't until Fable's voice broke through her inner aggressive monologue that Aubrey remembered she was not alone with her troubled thoughts. The red head female stood watching her, concern and possibly a tad amount of guilt on her face. Aubrey hadn't heard what Fable had said, her own head too foggy with frustration to truly comprehend it, but she did not wish to ask her to repeat it. Whether it was Fable saying that it was good to have versed her, whether it was Fable asking if Aubrey was okay, or whether it was Fable gloating... Aubrey didn't wish to hear it again, any one of those would cement in her mind the fact that she had lost. "Nice job. I almost had you." She finally said, not caring to simulate happiness, but genuinely portraying some form of etiquacy and camaraderie. Although she was pissed at herself, she wasn't at all angry with Fable, she admired the girl for quickly picking up on the unique situation that was a simulation. "That was smart what you did, sliding on the ground." She continued, hoping her continue of the conversation would stop Fable from repeating her first sentence. "I wish I'd thought of it just a tad faster." She admitted. This transfer is going to score higher than you now. You are failing. You are weak. Aubrey inwardly tightened, her fears becoming reality with that voice inside of her head. She clenched her fist again, simply nodding to Fable as a form of goodbye, and turning on her heel to quickly make her way away from her, so that she didn't have to look at the reminder of her failure.

Though she didn't get very far, even as she was about to go out the training doors, to who knows where, she was stopped by a familiar face. Bloom flew into view as if she were a magpie coming to torment a poor child at a playground. Although, unlike a magpie, Bloom wore a gentle facial expression, something between a smile and one full of sympathy. Plus, she was much prettier and lovelier than a magpie. Aubrey halted her forward movement and readied herself. She really did like Bloom, she had always enjoyed her presence ever since Bloom and Charlie became close friends, but she was also getting frustrated by the elders in her life. She had always trusted Charlie without question, she would have sworn to anyone she knew that Charlie held no secrets from her, and that she knew everything about her sister. But now, she knew next to nothing. In reality, Charlie was only her half-sister, she didn't even share the same biology as her, not only that, but the very man that Aubrey looked up to, admired, respected and for lack of a better word, loved... Jeremy Daniels, leader of the Dauntless, was that exact same father. To make things worse, Charlie had been, and currently still suffers with the reality of abuse by Jeremy, and Aubrey was the catalyst to open that can of worms all over again. Even the simulation that she went through today, she had known bits and pieces about Alice, Caspian and Charlie, but the simulation provided information she hadn't known either. Alice had died in the chasm, but Charlie had never mentioned that someone had had to climb down and that she had been too frightened to do so, or the fact that it was the night before initiation finished. Small things that kept ringing through Aubrey's head, reminding her that Charlie was not the sister she knew. So who was Bloom then? If Aubrey couldn't trust or know her own sister, someone she'd lived the entirety of her life with, how could she trust anyone? And at this point, she believed she was a curse, she would likely ruin the life of anyone she came close to. Charlie and Ghost were looking over their shoulders at every minute, sure that Jeremy would swoop on them like a hawk, Finn had disappeared after spending the night with Aubrey. Thus, as Bloom approached her with a smile and a gentle hand, Aubrey struggled to feel like this would be a good conversation.

She couldn't deny that the feeling of the trainers hand on her shoulder wasn't comforting. Bloom always had a comforting presence to her. Aubrey felt her tense shoulder muscles slowly begin to relax somewhat. The pleasant smell of a familiar perfume, that Aubrey couldn't quite put her finger on the scent, wafted over her, further causing her to feel comforted. Her fists slowly unclenched, and she tried to relax as much as possible. She didn't know what to say, so she didn't say anything, waiting for Bloom to initiate the spoken conversation. It didn't take long for Bloom to speak, congratulating her on how well she'd done in the simulation, and sympathetically feeling the same loss that Aubrey felt now. She sighed audibly, her shoulders drooping from the defeat. "It was so close... I just wish that would count for something." Aubrey said remorsefully, remembering how Ghost had said that you would get points for winning, not for doing it at a particular speed. She should get the same amount of points as Fable, they were right there together, and yet... Aubrey gritted her teeth as tears stung her eyes, but she refused to let them drop down. She was NOT going to cry in front of Bloom, or anyone. Bloom asked if she was okay, and Aubrey considered lying, but on second thought, she figured that Bloom would catch her out on a lie. "I wanted to win, really badly. Now I just want to leave." She said, more honestly than she had meant to. "Plus, I'm not in the mood for the antics and drama that Warren is putting forward." She said, eyeing the man who had walked into the training room just before she had come out of the simulation. She hadn't heard his speech, but he was causing waves throughout the room. Bloom pressed Aubrey for information on what she wanted to do, Aubrey got the strange sneaking suspicion that Bloom was trying to keep tabs on her. It was true that Aubrey had begun to go overboard, and had begun drinking a lot more, taking some backstreet drugs and staying out late. But that was none of Bloom's business, and Aubrey was just doing it for now. It wasn't even that bad, she could handle it. She frowned, although she was itching for a drink, or a hit, Aubrey hadn't actually been planning to go get one. "Truly? I just want to go out and look for Finn some more." She said coldly, daring Bloom to ask more questions. She wasn't in the mood for friendly conversation. She didn't want Bloom to keep her here, and she definitely didn't want anyone mothering her just now. She just wanted to leave.

Interacting with: Fable, Bloom Sanctuaryforall1