Divergent Games

[angelic]

Please restrict yourself from commenting or posting on this thread unless you are cloudyblueday. Thank you!





((So we have our characters at the ready but where would you like to start? Reapings, chariots, training or the actual games? :3))

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

(Aaaand this is where I draw a blank. Wherever you want xD )

 

[angelic]

((Haha no worries! I get you! How about the chariots? So the divergents are next to another divergent that was in the same faction. Hopefully that makes sense. >.^ Ahh so, would you like to start or shall I?))

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

(That sounds good! You please. I'm sorry when it comes to fandoms I'm not very good at a first post. ><)

 

[angelic]

((Haha it's fine! I'll get to work on my post now. )) 
Electra stood beside the chariot while her foot bounced against the floor. She never chose to have divergence but she had to live with it and most likely, die soon with it. A very young candor boy already stood upon the chariot and it was clear he had been sobbing. The girl just stood by herself and examined the others. Her stylists were not very creative, they just stuck to the candor colours of black and white. Donned in what seemed to be a just below knee length white dress, the girl had a look of utter boredom. Candor shouldn't have been her faction it should of been either Dauntless or Erudite. Her thoughts wondered away again, and drifted to the crowd which she could vaguely hear in the distance.


"How could they get all factions to hate the divergents?"


Electra spoke aloud to herself before just stroking her chariot's horse. It was a pretty creature. Oh and, to Electra's annoyance, one horse was black and the other white. Candor all over.


Leonard was a pure Erudite but not just an Erudite. Not only was he clever, he was also selfless and kind. Three faction results making him divergent. Of course he and his district-faction partner were both wearing blue but at least he wasn't wearing the dress... It looked rather odd on the sixteen year old girl that stood away from him. To Leon, it looked like she was trying to figure out the nearest escape routes. He would help her but, she had always been a bit too bratty. The young man kept to himself while he examined the other divergent tributes with his hazel like eyes. If he was to win, he would be alive for a little longer than the others. And, supposedly, that was a gift to those who had more than one faction result. He adjusted one of his navy cuffs before getting heckled by his stylist. Apparently, he didn't look too smart. Maybe the Erudite should actually show a tad more kindness, like Amity! Leon was clever enough to keep his thoughts to himself though and, with that final thought, he just continued to analyse the other tribute's behaviour.


((Sorry that they're not my best! My posts may vary length-wise in the future! >.<))

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

(Nah they're good! So just to make sure I'm getting this correctly; all divergents compete in a hunger games? Sorry. I'm such a mess today ><)

 

[angelic]

((Thank you! Yes they do! So there is four from each faction meaning meaning two chariots each. So instead of 24 tributes there are 20. Sorry, it is rather complex xD ))

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

(Okie. Hope this is alright.)


Willow's usual happy, bouncy, bubbly personality did not show itself today. She was consumed by fear. Did she have to be divergent? She didn't want to compete in such games.. even though she had also had test results that said she would be good in Erudite, she didn't feel clever and smart at all. She felt like a mess. Taking to deep breaths to calm herself down, she paced along the chariot, as the other boy from Amity sat in the chariot petting the horses. She was then whisked away by her stylist, he gasped at the state of her hair. She had loosened the braid because it was too tight and hurt too much, so he had to do it all over again.


Jonas was confident. On the outside, at least. He could do this. He was strong. He was clever. He was ready. The sleek black outfit the stylists had put him in was not very comfortable, but he liked how it looked on him. Personally, he found horses to be.. icky, but he would survive. He was slightly annoyed that he had to participate in such an activity; he may be dauntless, but he didn't want to kill innocents. These were kids just like him, who were more then one thing, and they were punished for it. He sighed.

 

[angelic]

The girl left the horses alone and walked on to the chariot. Her throat was dry and she really needed some water due to the fact she was continuously gulping. She may have had a brave result but she still had fear. Electra asked her stylist for some water yet her request was denied: 'It may ruin her white lipstick.' And, with that comment sticking to her mind, she ran her dry tongue against her lips. With her black make up and added collar she looked rather innocent but very candor. Both of those were the opposite of what she wanted to be thought of. Electra now tried to keep her thirst under control and her gulping at a minimum.


Leon grew a small smirk as soon as he saw an Amity girl get harassed by what was supposedly her stylist. Braids must be very important then. His smirk was replaced with a smile. Smiles weren't rare from Leon, even in times like these. He did have an amity result anyway so he did know how to wear a smile. His glare was still at the Amity girl before he began to think away at the situation. This was a rather complex time and the fact that he may be dead in less than a week wasn't the nicest of thoughts. Logical plans and ideas kept on making themselves noticeable in the young man's head. Dying seriously wasn't a nice thing to think about but he continued to smile.


((It was very good indeed! Sorry for late reply, had dinner. ))

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

After her hair was yanked on some more, Willow was released from the stylist's 'lair' and was sent back to the chariots. She waked up the horse and stared at it for a moment as it gnawed on a carrot, patted it gently, and then sat in the chariot yet again, breathing heavily.


Jonas tried to think of a strategy. Sponsors, he needed sponsors. Smile, wave, grin.. no, he needed something special. But what about him was.. special? Well, he was divergent, but so was everyone else here. He scratched his head.


(Shorter and late sowwy)

 

[angelic]

Electra was beckoned to stand upon the chariot and await for the opening. The first chariot had gone and now there was the problem of how she would compose herself. Due to her stylists she looked weak and that was something she didn't want to look like. Mysterious wasn't an option, nor was friendly or mean. Electra went with the silent type, the bored type that would keep everything at ease. The brave type. The girl stopped gulping and pushed her thirst aside before holding onto the chariot, her knuckles turning into a white colour due to the tightness of her clutch.


Leonard stopped with the starring and just walked to his chariot. He was going to try and work with the crowd, wave at them all and just try and act likeable. Leon could maybe go for the chuckling guy type, the one that made everyone smile but remember his name. It was a smart way of thinking but the fact that he wasn't holding onto the chariot was a bad one. Soon his right hand grabbed ahold of the thing and he just starred at the horse's head in front. His left hand was loosely hanging by his side, ready to wave and greet people. If only he had picked Amity, it probably would of been easier for him to hide his results.


((No worries! ))

 

[CloudyBlueDay]

(Sorry. Have a friend over and multi tasking)


Willow's heart started to beat faster when she saw the first chariot go. She fanned her face, trying to calm herself down, and then practiced waving, grinning, blowing kisses. She probably looked like a freak, but if she wanted to survive, she needed sponsors. She didn't like the costume they put her in, it made her feel.. not herself. It was very 'out there' with bright orange and yellow colors, long flowing dresses and frilly stuff. She sighed.


Smile ,wave, be happy. Jonas repeated to himself. He needed sponsors. He needed to survive. He could do this. He brushed his hair out of his eyes and wiped the sweat off his forehead. Uhrg.. his tactic was to try and stay calm, but it wasn't really working.

 

[angelic]

((so sorry for the late reply! I will get to work on my response now! >.^))