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Post by Marzaeus Major on Jan 18, 2015 0:13:17 GMT -6
Rules:1. Follow Instructions at the Top of Each Post. 2. Post Current turn Order at the Top of your Posts. 3. If you want to Jump in, Change the Turn Order. 4. If you Jump in, Make sure your Post Flows with the Last Post and Leaves Room for the Next Post to Continue. 5. If you Jump OUT of Post make sure to Announce that you are Stepping out of Turn Order at the top of your Post. 6. No GOD MOD, That should go unsaid. 7. Stick to Divergent Storyline and Cannon. 8. Any Side Threads Must be linked to the Main Thread, and Vice Versa. Labeled "Continued In" and "Continued From" . STORYLINE, The Choosing Ceremony at the Beginning of this RP is the YEAR BEFORE TRIS chooses. There will be TIME JUMPS and SCENE SWITCHES, Make sure you Keep up with the Instructions at the TOP of your Posts. Already in a Faction:Abnegation | Amity | Candor | Dauntless | Erudite | Factionless |
| Sage | Valourie
Koningar | Marzaeus (DB) Casimir Yin (DB) Ryo (DB) Joy | Aalis
Gilgaard | Guile
Fern |
Too Young to Choose:Riley Choosing Now: (From These Factions to another One )Abnegation | Amity | Candor | Dauntless | Erudite | Factionless | Indigo
Sapphire | Gypsy
| Jean
Indigo | Ursa (DB) |
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Final Positions: (After RPing Choosing Day in the Hub )
Abnegation | Amity | Candor | Dauntless | Erudite | Factionless | Ursa
Riley
Indigo | Gypsy
Sage | Valourie
Koningar | Marzaeus (DB) Casimir (T) Sapphire (T) Yin (DB) Ryo (DB) Joy (T) | Aalis
Gilgaard
Jean | Guile
Fern
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Post by Marzaeus Major on Jan 18, 2015 0:21:23 GMT -6
Thread Start: Outside the Choosing Ceremony. 1. Turn Order: Ursa 2. Other Dauntless 3. Other 16 Year Olds.
Instructions:
-All 16 year Olds that are going to be Choosing get a Chance to Post First Outside of the Hub. What was once 401 North Michigan Avenue, The Hub is the centerpiece of the city; the city's tallest and most prominent building. There are 100 floors. The Dauntless open the Scene arriving by Train.
-After the Posts outside the Hub, Turn Order restarts Inside the Hub, with the Factions Seated with Parents and fellow Faction Members as they Get called up for choosing.
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Post by Ursarius on Jan 18, 2015 0:24:20 GMT -6
Song Track (Ursa) She stared out at the tracks, lifeless, brainless... she didn't realize she was one of the first to arrive but the other Dauntless were gathering around now. Her body was completely still, frozen, she couldn't tear her eyes away from the track. Somewhere deep down she knew she was out of breath from running, and her muscles ached, and somewhere deep down she knew any second now she'd have to snap out of it, or she'd miss the train. She felt a hand on her shoulder clap down and grip her. Someone out of sight, but she knew from the familiarity of the hand, that it was her older brother Marz. Still she didn't take her eyes away. "You ready?" He asked, in a low rough voice. The train tracks began to rumble and shake. The countless other Dauntless began to jog along the tracks and set into a solid run. Marz turned to run with the pack, falling into step at the back of the line. It wasn't until the train swept past and a gust of wind flew past her, that she blinked, Dust in her eyes. Her heart skipped a beat and without a second to lose Ursa spun on her heel and kicked it into high gear. Sprinting with all the power she could muster, caught in the back draft of the train car. The Dauntless converged into a single steam of wind along side the train. Like a pack of Hunting Wolves, one by one and two by two they took the leap. Clawing out at the speeding hunk of metal, for a foothold and a good grip. Other dove directly into an open door, hitting the floor of the car feet first. The Over-Achievers.
Marz ran between the tracks and an empty building, when the car door opened, he pushed of the ground and kicked off the wall with his right foot propelling himself off the brick wall and formlessly toward the train. Flinging his hands out in front of him, he managed to grasp the rail above the open door and swing inside with relative ease. Ursa blinked at him, breath caught in her throat. She put her head down and pushed her body to the limit, the car door was only a few feet away, she had to sprint ahead or the fallback would make her miss the jump. a few of the younger Dauntless born who got a head start were ahead of her, jumping sideways into the cart ahead of her. "Come on Ursa!" They called. "Stop daydreaming!"
Ursa looked over her shoulder at the open cart door, and back ahead to a garbage can left out in the alley from who knows when. She smiled as it approached jumping up onto it and pushing off, landing with a deathgrip on the trains rails. She rode the side of the cart awhile before stepping into the train. She brushed off her dark clothes and slipped the elastic out of her long black hair. She was about to redo her ponytail when Marz came into view. He wore no shirt so his bear tattoos clearly visible at eye level for her. "Hey." She said, trying to sound nonchalant. Pulling her hair back in a tight ponytail, she tried to smile.
Marz frowned "Urs. What was that eh?" obviously talking about her lack of skill boarding the train. "Nothing, I was just testing myself, to see how long I could wait before boarding. I've been doing that alot lately." She nodded, straightening out her clothes. She stood up tall facing him, her older brother. Born and Raised Dauntless. 7th in his Initiate class. She... was very small in comparison. They were on their way to the Hub. It was Ursa's Choosing Ceremony Day. Only a few days after her Sixteenth Birthday. She had just made the cutoff too, otherwise she'd have to wait until next year. By then she'd be the oldest in her Group... Now she was one of the Youngest. The train sped onward, rumbling and buckling every once in awhile on the old rusted course. Ursa glanced out of the open door to see the dark building rising out above the other Buildings. The Hub. They were getting closer and closer and Ursa's choosing was only moments away. She felt a hard lump in her throat that she tried to swallow, but it wouldn't go away. Before she knew it, the Dauntless in the cars ahead started spilling out of the open doors. Marz gave her a nod and she felt her body shutting down again. Resisting the urge to sit down and stare lifelessly at the floor. She squared her shoulders and turned to the exit. Taking a deep breath she lined herself up, taking a few steps back to gain speed and distance she launched herself out of the door with a powerful head start, So powerful in fact, that for a few good seconds, her legs were higher in the air behind her than her torso, Like diving off a rock into the water. Her arms were out at her side as if she were flying, but that moment was over far too fast, and her legs were nowhere to be found when she wanted them to be. her landing was much less favorable the second time around. She ducked and covered her head preparing for impact. Connecting with the ground shoulder first, she rolled a few times before coming to a stop.
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Post by Marzaeus Major on Jan 18, 2015 0:26:18 GMT -6
Marz's Theme Marz grit his teeth. That's all he could do, watching his younger sister bite the dust like that. With unspeakable ease, he stepped off the train's platform and jogged until the ground caught up with him. Jogging over to Ursa, he hooked am arm under her shoulder and pulled her to her feet. "Urs. What's with you today?" He asked, not without general concern. "You're out of it..." He shook his head as the others of their Faction poured down the rolling hill toward the hub, mixing their black with the colors of the other Factions colors. He stood there with his sister for a moment as she dusted herself off, rolling her shoulder slowly, cracking it back into place. "Go" She said, urging him to keep up with the others. The last of the Dauntless hopped off the train and hesitated to see if they would join them. Showing his hesitation, they shrugged and ran off with the first wave. "You alright?" He asked. Taking a good look into her eyes. "Ready?" "Yeah" She nodded, her first few steps limp, they became stronger and stronger until she was sprinting again by his side. They were only reaching optimum speed when they began to slow down again, just outside the Dauntless Entrance to the Hub. They were near the back of the line, on the far side from the other Factions. The Dauntless were all energy-charged and laughing about something on an adrenaline high when they joined them. Marz couldn't help feeling out of place. It had been 4 Years since he stood here, since his Choosing Ceremony when he was 16. 'Feels like a lifetime ago.' He thought. Scanning the crowds for others of his age. He was only here for Ursa. The only family she had left, he was here to watch her Choose Dauntless, to see her Blood boil over the hot coals, and welcome her to his Faction once and for all. She was Talented, and Strong and Brave. Everything it took to be a true Dauntless. He smiled down on her, pride welling up inside him. Sometimes he thought, she was all he really lived for. And he'd be there to protect her, for as long as it took.
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Post by Casimir Crusoe on Jan 19, 2015 23:43:58 GMT -6
One of the first on the train, as usual, Casimir started walking back in the cars until he found some of his friends his age and chatted with them on the ride. There weren't many, but that's almost to be expected, in Dauntless. Those that were still around were some of the hardest here though, no one could shake them. As the stop came up, Casimir shouted to the others "Twenty bucks to whoever jumps farthest!" before giving a whoop and jumping off the train with a running start and a flip. After a quick recovery, he turned back in time to see one of the younger members, Ursa, wipe out on the gravel. She got up though, so he figured that any injuries, even the shoulder she landed on, were probably minor. As he continued on to the Hub, he saw the last Dauntless get off the train, noted who went farthest, and found them in the line. "Here you go, bud. Great job with that jump." he said as he handed them the bill with a pat on the back before heading back to the front of the line with his friends. "Nine years now, huh? Let's hope we make it to the tenth." He started throwing a few mock punches at one before scanning the crowd of other factions for any familiar faces, but couldn't make them out from this distance. (sorry for not doing this last night, but I didn't have access to a computer.)
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ryogamkara
Journeyman Roleplayer
Insanity is the inability to process too much information or emotion
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Post by ryogamkara on Jan 24, 2015 17:27:36 GMT -6
Ryo as usual was in his own corner watching outside with crossed arms as the approached. He heard Casimir yell out a bet and sighed. These guys sometimes were really all up in a competition to see who's the best, he was himself a little cocky when fighting but he still remained humble. Slowly all the Dauntless were jumping out of the cars, Ryo slowly made his way to the door and gave a cold stare at Casimir before jumping out just as fast and at a reasonable distance from the rail. He sighed and cursed his hypocrite self as he walked towards a group of people that he liked to chat with sometimes. They silently greeted him and they talked about fighting and their most amusing game moments, Ryo himself had memories that he enjoyed to recall since he majorly lead the victorious team. The next thing he saw the others were making their way
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Indigo
Apprentice Roleplayer
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Post by Indigo on Jan 27, 2015 21:39:30 GMT -6
When the train rattled into view, Indigo and some others from Candor had just finished filing off of a bus, which was packed with people going to the Choosing. Everyone gave a wide birth around the area of cement where they knew the Dauntless would be leaping off momentarily. Many stopped to watch the spectacle.
Dark clothed figures leaped into the air, legs turning before they hit the ground, hair flowing in the wind. A sea of flushed, grinning faces, made stark by their somber clothing, flow from the moving train, like blood from a fresh wound. Indigo furrowed his eyebrows together at the strange analogy his mind had come up with, and yet it was strikingly accurate. The Dauntless were like the hot, flowing blood of the city. They flowed together, fast, and dark, and powerful, pulsing through the city with life, energy, and adrenaline. Though they weren't exactly better liked than his own faction, because of their strong wills and attitudes, it didn't seem like any one could deny the life and excitement they brought to daily life. Not everyone may like it of course, but it was necessary somehow. It just couldn't be denied.
Smiling to himself thoughtfully, Indigo was just turning away from watching the Dauntless, when he noticed one of them fall, on the closer side of the crowd to himself. His heart leaped into his throat, noticing the young girl his own age slam her shoulder into the ground. He remembered her face from school, and felt like her name was on the tip of his tongue, though he wasn't even certain he knew it at all. Same grade as himself though. Of that, he was certain. She was choosing today too, he realized. Immediately, he started forward, already broken into a jog; before he let his arms fall to his sides, and let the momentum leave him, along with the breath from his lungs.
'What are you doing, idiot? She's Dauntless. Going to help would just add insult to injury.' he scolded himself, scowling. And then, almost as a harsh echo to his own thoughts, he heard another boy from Candor spit a short, bitter laugh, and say, "A klutzy Dauntless! She better not pick her home faction, or she'll be done for."
He turned back, toward the rest of his own crowd and started to follow them again, flashing a terse look at the speaker. "Hey, leave her alone. She's probably just like that because it's choosing day."
"So you're saying she's just nervous?" he scoffed, "Jeez, that's even worse."
Opening his mouth to snap back, Indigo's retort was hot and flushed, and clearly written across his reddening cheeks. He wasn't sure why he felt defensive of her. And anyway... what was the worst part, was that the other boy was right. He glanced back again, not being able to help himself, just in time to see the man that must have been her brother finish helping her to her feet. Something tightened in his chest, though he couldn't quite pin point was it was...
'Abnegation.' a voice echoed in his head.
Indigo's surroundings dissolved from his mind as he let himself get carried into the Hub by the crowd. Vaguely knowing he's in the elevator now, he's really back in the aptitude testing room. Mirrors enclosed him on all sides, showing his pale face staring back at him from more directions than he could count. In the mirrors, he can see a petite copper-skinned woman with black spiky hair standing behind him in all black. She wore a sleeveless turtleneck sweater, and a layered skirt that came down to her knees. Her stockings were black, with a light blue band around the top, and she wore a light blue belt. On her face was a myriad of piercings, even one he could see peeking out from behind her lips as she spoke. He could hear it click faintly against her teeth on certain syllables.
"Your result," she repeats, "is Abnegation." Her voice was hard, and strong, though not cruel. There was a touch of understanding to it, maybe even sorrow. Slowly, she walked around the chair, and leaned a bit closer with a smile, though her eyes were glistening with tears. The apologetic look is too much to bare, yet Indigo can't look away, too stunned to comprehend anything. "It doesn't have to change your choice though. You'll need to think hard tonight, about where you belong." Indigo only realized she had been grasping his sweaty, shaking hand, when she finally pulled him up and out of the chair, and ushered him to the door...
And then the elevator doors slid open.
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Post by Gypsius on Jan 28, 2015 1:49:18 GMT -6
Gypsy's TrackA River of Yellow and Red breaks the somber Blacks, Grays and Blues as the Amity arrive on the Bus. Walking with a bounce of energy in their steps and a jaunty tune on the ends of their tongues. The Amity were the Faction that were always joking and laughing with eachother like there wasn't a care in the world. The faction that believed in Peace, and Kindness. And it showed, constantly. The fault in Human Nature could be argued in many different ways, Each Faction blamed something different for the War that tore their worlds apart. The Erudite blamed Ignorance, the Candor blamed Dishonesty, the Dauntless blamed Cowardice, and the Abnegation blamed Selfishness, but the Amity... Knew. The Only thing to blame for the wars and the conflict, was conflict itself. Gypsy danced into the street wearing her Yellow shirt and yellow slacks, probably more yellow that even most of the other Amity teens. Who wore combinations of red an yellow and earthy tones. She looked down to a cream colored satchel hanging at her side and dug her hand into it, pulling out a hunk of fresh Amity bread, chewing on it as she tiptoed through the crowd with a song in her heart. She was 16, only 5'2'', pale, wide green eyes and shoulder length black hair. She let the river of Amity guide her to the Hub, easily losing track of her Aunt Rachel in the crowd for several minutes and it hardly occurred to look for her until well after they converged into the line outside the hub. Gypsy scanned the area and her eyes fell upon the Symbol of Amity, the Tree, encircled and carved into the wall above the doors. She smiled, swallowing a hunk of bread. She began to talk with a few friends, excited murmuring emerged from the other 16 year olds.
Choosing Day. The ceremony didn't weigh on her mind in the slightest, She wasn't worried or anxious or scared at All. She was excited. And from what she could hear of the songs they sang. Her Faction was excited as well. Their singing was only interrupted by the Arrival of the Dauntless, Fashionably 'on time' with the Train. The only ones who could ride the train... It never seemed to stop. not even to let the Dauntless on. And it didn't slow down that noticeably when the Dauntless decided to get off. They Jumped and roared and ran and skipped through the streets at even a greater speed than the Amity. Gypsy turned to watch them and smile. They had their own kind of freedom like the Amity but were far too rambunctious for her liking. She'd rather be in the Orchard picking apples than jumping from trains. Though she often wondered what it would be like, to stand on top of a large Skyscraper and spit an apple seed over the edge, much like she did in Amity Headquarters from the tops of the apple trees. She had family somewhere in Dauntless... she Knew that much, but it was just her Aunt Rachel, and her younger brother Riley now. He was too young to attend the Choosing Ceremony, a year younger than Gypsy, and he'd stayed home in Amity content with his bread. Though he had a few tears in his eyes, clinging to her sleeve. 'I want to go with you!' He cried out as she left. A twinge of guilt in her chest as she thought of him home alone. But he wasn't really alone... The Amity were all family, and he'd always have someone to support him.
The Lines started to move, and Gypsy snapped out of her daze. She shuffled along with the rest of the Crowd and dispersed into the hub to find her Aunt and claim their Seats among the other Choosing Members. A giddy shiver makes its way through her as she catches a glimpse of the Factions Bowls.
She Already knew what she was going to Choose, and she was never more Proud.
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Post by Sapphire Jones on Jan 31, 2015 16:51:05 GMT -6
Putting my hair back, in a pony tail, looking down at myself with so much disappointment, how i would love to have a different color hair and tattoos are piercings, as i get on the bus, tucking my shirt into my pants, why are these clothes so loose, as people are rushing on to the bus, i get on, looking around to make sure my sister got on the bus, she was already talking with some girls, i see outside the bus, all the dauntless running, what i would do to do that, outside the bus a girl falls, wow, is she okay, she doesn't look okay, ....but shes dauntless.. we all get off, as were all lining up, Sapphire you know what you have too, Your just like your dad, pick Dauntless. Putting my hands threw my hair, lets do this. hoping some how her sister will come with her, and leave abnegation. she slips the pony out of her and fixes it while having troubles makes it worse, she lines up. with so much doubt about all the fractions. looking at all the fractions, Dauntless looks so amazing, i want to be with them for so many reasons, my dad would be proud too. for the fact that he didn't end up choosing them, he didn't believe in himself, he didn't believe he could do it. i see a guy in the dauntless line, with tattoos and i instantly get jealous, what i would do for a tattoo, he looks strong and confident, he also has really nice eyes. i would love to be friends with him..you know if i was in dauntless.
i stop starring at the dauntless line, so nobody thinks im choosing dauntless.
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Post by Jean Crow on Jan 31, 2015 16:52:25 GMT -6
As the morning began to stretch on, Jean rounded the final corner to the Hub, coming up the last alley She could see the last of the Factions funneling into their respective doorways. She quickened her steps to catch the door as it slowly closed. Her heart was pounding in her throat as her shaky hands pulled the door closed behind her, and she skittered ahead to catch up to the back of the line.
That morning she had crawled out of her bed and gotten ready before the rest of the Candor Complex was even awake. She kissed her Cat on the head in the space between her ears and Prepared for the First Day of the rest of her Life. Choosing Day. She got dressed into a plain black pair of pants and a white tanktop, and a black sweater, and quietly slipped out into the Elevator and down into the Street. She took a long walk first, to sort her thoughts. The Aptitude test still fresh in her mind and weighing on her Conscience. She knew only one thing. She couldn't stay in Candor... The only Faction she couldn't choose, was the one she was in right now. She stopped and turned back to Candor Headquarters to get one last look. She'd never step in that Complex again... Silently she let go of her home, her Cat, her Faction Friends... and she made the decision to keep walking, at this rate, she'd be late for the choosing and she'd be Factionless... Dirt. So she walked faster. Still not knowing what faction she was going to Choose, Erudite? It was one of her Options in her test result. The Other was Candor. And she'd already ruled out Candor... The Truth Serum... She Shuddered, what would happen if they used it against her during Initiation? She couldn't have that fear in the back of her mind. And for that Reason, she couldn't choose Dauntless, they'd beat it out of her. Amity... well... Amity was definitely an option but not one that she considered, after all the Aptitude test must have ruled it out for a reason.
She stepped into the Elevator behind another Candor boy, She'd seen him before a few times but never got introduced. Most recently at the Aptitude testing. She gave him a weak smile and turned to stare at a space of wall between two other people. Any moment now, she'd Decide her own Fate. She bit her lip and took a deep breath, thinking to herself "Faction before Blood" as the Elevator slowed to a stop.
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Post by Marzaeus Major on Jan 31, 2015 17:22:25 GMT -6
INSTRUCTIONS:
1. Everyone is Finished Posting Outside of the Hub.
2. If you have just joined the thread or Missed your Turn, we are restarting the thread order Inside.
3. 16 year olds are posting First, in REVERSE Alphabetical order.
4. Newcomers or people who missed their Post, AND Older (age 17+) Faction members go to the end of the line in any order.
New Turn Order:
Dauntless Leader: Eric
Burdenkeeper, Ursa
Crow, Jean
Dowker, Indigo
Jones, Sapphire
Muridae, Gypsy
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Major, Marzaeus
Crusoe, Casmir
Muridae, Joy
Dauntless Members
Everyone Else.
STORYLINE:
1. Choosing members are called up in reverse alphabetical order, you may have Parents with you or some sort of older Guardian (Older brother Ect.) But typically only Choosing members and Parents attend the Choosing. With the Exception of the Faction who is hosting this years choosing Ceremony, which is the DAUNTLESS. Every available member of the Hosting Faction is expected to attend.
2. Each Faction has a large white Bowl on the stage/platform with a Substance in it. Refer to the Profiles Thread at the top to find out what your Substance is in the Faction Bowl that you choose.
3. When you get called up, you will be Given a knife, cut yourself on the hand and let a drop of blood fall into the bowl that you choose.
4. After choosing, you go sit with the Faction you chose, not with your Family.
5. After everyone is Finished, We will Restart Thread Order again on the way to Each Factions Headquarters Then there will be a Space for the Factionless to Join Thread.
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Post by Marzaeus Major on Jan 31, 2015 18:30:39 GMT -6
Eric stood with Crossed arms at the end of the Stage, with a group of older Dauntlesss, The Initiates from his Class. The Leaders of Dauntless. He scanned the Crowds of people pouring into the room, and funneling into their seats coded by Color. The Only Seats that were not yet filled, were the Dauntless. Bodies clothes in black still roamed freely throughout the room, talking Loudly and playing around. most of the Younger Dauntless were standing at the foot of the stage, looking up at Older Family Members and discussing the order of Events. Eric tapped his foot impatiently a few times, Squaring his jaw. He wasn't one of the most Patient people you'd ever meet. His Cold Blue eyes glared at everyone who passed him. Until finally his patience had run out. he met Eyes with Marzaeus as he walked in, escorting who looked like his little sister. Same Face, Same Dark hair. Eric jerked his head to one side in a 'Get over here' Kind of way. And Marz nodded in comprehension. Eric shot a warning glance at one of the Younger Dauntless, attempting to climb onto the stage and get a better look at the Choosing bowls. The young boy stopped Immediately and slowly wandered away.
Once on the Stage, Marz made his way over to Eric and Eric Silenced him before he could even Speak. The Last of the Dauntless off the train filed in to the front of the Stage and awaited instructions from Eric. Finally he Cleared his Throat; "DAUNTLESS!" He called out, catching everyone's attention immediately, though the conversations took a second longer to die down. Everyone in the Hub had their eyes on him now. "TAKE YOUR SEATS" He bellowed. His Authority hardly matched the amount of Intimidation he had among his peers, Soon there was only himself and the other Dauntless Leaders on the Stage. Max, Marz, and Casimir.
It was Erics' first year as a Dauntless Leader, he was only 17 years old, And most of the Other Dauntless Leaders were older than him by far, it was His First year as a Leader and his turn to call out the names and Host the Choosing Ceremony. He paced lightly back and forth Until the Others were entirely seated and still. He cleared his throat and took his place in front of the Podium.
"First and Foremost, Welcome! To The Choosing Ceremony." He said. Looking down again at the Lengthy Dauntless Manifesto scrawled across the page. He despised reading out the Manifesto But it was more or less a Ritual of the Ceremony. Each faction had one, Written in the vastly different Styles of each Faction.
"I'm not going to give a long Speech, I prefer to get right down to the Point..." He said. "I hope you don't mind." He peered down at another paper in front of him, the names of all the 16 year olds in the room, In Reverse Alphabetical Order. He stared down at the First Name, and Recognized it. Burdenkeeper, Ursa. He looked over at Marz expressionlessly. He took a breath and ran a finger through his long dark hair. "There are many people here today and this will be a lengthy process. When I call your name you will come to the Stage and enter from the left of the Choosing Bowls. We will have a blade here for you with your name on it. From there it's pretty Obvious. A Simple Blood Donation to the Faction of your Choice. And then you Reclaim your Seat as fast as possible to allow the Next candidate to Appraoch." He picked up the papers and turned his head to look at the Dauntless Sector, Eyes falling on Ursa. "FIRST UP" He snapped. "Burdenkeeper! Ursa!"
He nodded to her, As her Face went blank. And Gestured to the Bowls impatiently.
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Post by Ursarius on Jan 31, 2015 18:32:11 GMT -6
Ursa's Thoughts`Ursa straightens her back at the Calling of her name, She'd been staring intently at Marz the entire time. Hands clenching the end of her seat until her knuckles turned white. She would have gasped, but she hadn't realized that her last exhale hadn't ended yet. had she been holding her breath that long? The dauntless on either side of her nudge her, breaking her daze. She fakes a smile and looks to the friends she'd made over the years, they encourage her with empty grins and meaningless woops. As she stands and leaves the row into the isles. Putting a little bit of a bounce in her step, her long black ponytail dancing lively behind her. She jogged a few steps to the end of the stage, and leapt onto it effortlessly. Only the Dauntless ever ignored the stairs or the ramp. Her hands were sweating as she tore her eyes away from Marz again, focusing on Eric. "Thank you." She said meekly. Veering away from him toward the Choosing Bowls. Ursa took a deep breath and steadied herself. 'Don't look at him, you know what you have to do, Grab the damned knife' She grit her teeth, and then took her lip between her teeth. Reaching forward her cold hands gripped the knife just as hard as she had gripped the chair. Briefly she glanced at her Reflection in the Knife's blade and glared. A pang of guilt rushed through her, Marz was smiling at her in a distorted image on the blade. Her heart ached for her Brother, but she had to. She had to. There was no other way. Nothing had ever made more sense than her Aptitude test. Aptitude Test: Ursa took the Blade to her hand and pressed the Knife against her slightly calloused palm. 'Trust in the Test.' It took a little more force than she thought, but when applied, a thin red line of blood emerged from the cut, and a bead of blood slid down the end of her finger. She took a deep breath and held her hand out in front of her, Squeezing and lingering on the feeling of the sting. 'Abnegation.' She sighed. Swinging her hand over the bowl, her Blood dripping onto the plain grey Stones in the bowl. Immediately she felt her heart break. Leaving Marz in Dauntless was both the Easiest and the Hardest things she'd ever have to do. She couldn't help but look at him, and the shocked heartbroken expression on his face, Ursa's knife slid out of her hand and spun to the ground, sticking into the stage tip-first. Swaying for a moment as their eyes locked. She mouthed the words 'I'm Sorry'. And dropped her gaze. Eric's voice drowned out her thoughts and cut the Silence.
"URSA BURDENKEEPER.....ABNEGATION." She jumped off the end of the stage, landing with a heavy thud. and sulked away from the Dauntless. Welcomed by the Abnegation in Somber Gray.
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Post by Jean Crow on Jan 31, 2015 18:42:20 GMT -6
Jean's mouth hung open as the Dauntless girl transferred to Agnegation. 'A Transfer?' She thought. 'The First Person up, Leaves the Hosting Faction.' She grinned, stifling a chuckle and shaking her head. 'That's funny.' She shifted in her chair, looking from the Burdenkeeper girl, to the knife she left bloodied on the stage, sticking vertically out of the ground. A tall dark-haired boy, one of the officers walked up to claim it, wiping the blood off and replacing it with another knife. He took his spot with the Dauntless again and nodded to Eric. Something seemed wrong with that transfer, maybe that was his Younger sister. whatever the reason, he didn't look too thrilled. Suddenly Jean could see her older sister Julia in her mind, the look of heartbreak on her face like the Dauntless man. Jean blinked and shoved it out of her mind. 'Julia's gone. Amity. Faction before Blood.' She told herself. One Year ago, to the day, Her older sister had chosen to leave Candor in pursuit of a happier life, where the strict life of the Candor could be forgotten. And the life of the charismatic artist awaited her in Amity where she could sing and dance and draw her pictures all day. Jean Frowned, the picture her sister drew her last was folded neatly and burning a hole in her back pocket. To keep her sister out of her mind, she concentrated as hard as she could through the list of names that the Tall, Dark and Handsome man was calling out; Burke, Burns, Callahan, Carlson, Chan, Clarke and then Finally Crow. she lifted herself off of the seat and fumbled past a few other Candor to get to the end. She walked with confidence up to the far side, emerging on the stage near the bowls. Without a second thought, she took the knife and sliced the very tip of her middle finger on the right hand. Biting it to make the blood flow. The taste of blood wasn't at all terrible. She licked her lips and sauntered over to the Bowl of her Choice. She hung her hand over the bowl and her blood dripped into the bowl with clear water. Her blood swirled and sank, changing the water to a light pink. She thought about how the water would become a darker and darker shade with every new Initiate and Transfer. She stared down at the bowl, sucking on the end of her finger, then just like that.. she walked away from the Bowl as if she had no care in the world.
It's not like she had anyone in the stands to betray. No one to disappoint. But she was welcomed with open arms by her New Faction as they offered up a spot for her to sit. Cheering her and shaking her hands. Eric nodded to her as she left the Stage.
"JEAN CROW, ERUDITE." He said, nodding to Marz, signalling another knife change.
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Indigo
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Post by Indigo on Jan 31, 2015 18:51:44 GMT -6
A pallid zombie, Indigo stumbled from the elevator and over to the Candor area. He ended up in a seat just behind Jean. As teh ceremony began, his thoughts drifted off, as he wrung his hands together nervously. With his thumb, he traced the palm on his left hand, where he knew the knife would bite into his flesh. Shuddering, he looked up, and watched the first person climb the stage to chose. 'Wait. That's her. The Dauntless girl that fell.' He watched her leap onto the platform effortlessly, and saunter over to the knife. It seemed entirely Dauntless of her, and yet....
Having been raised as Candor, Indigo squinted closer, recalling the teachings of his faction. Something about the way she was moving and acting wasn't quite right. It was stiff, forced. Unnatural. As if she was lying. For a moment, he couldn't understand why. The longer he watched, the closer together his eyebrows furrowed. He watched her stature go from it's faked carelessness, to a shrunken fear, or even... guilt. 'But... Why?' Then suddenly, it all made sense. The pieces of the puzzle he was staring at all came together, as she turned and left the strange, and Eric called out, "Ursa Burdenkeeper! Abnegation!"
'...Oh.'
Indigo watched her old faction rear up with indignation, mutters rumbling through the room, and saw the man on the stage deflate. A moment ago, he was a strong, unbeatable Dauntless man. And now... he was broken. He looked like a lost child, standing up on the stage all alone. He recovered quickly, but the way his eyes scanned the room, the way his shoulders were tensed, Indigo knew he was in pain.
Biting his lip, he turned his face downward, to force himself to not scan the crowd of Candor around him. He tasted bile at the back of his throat, and shut his eyes tightly. He took ragged, deep breaths and tried to calm himself. But in his mind's eye, all he could see was his Uncle's face, twisted in anger.
Movement startled Indigo out of his daze. Someone right in front of him was standing, looming over him. Slinking back, eyes wide in fear, it took him a moment to realize where he was, and that the figure wasn't his uncle. Sweat gathered in beads on his forehead, and he wiped them away with the back of his hand. With a few glances around, he noticed with relief that no one had noticed him. Everyone was looking right past him, focused on the person in front of him instead. Confusion rankled him for a moment, before he saw her turn to shuffle out of the aisle. 'Jean.' he thought in surprise. 'Have they made it that far already?' Apprehension ballooned in his chest, knowing his turn was drawing nearer and nearer.
Indigo's mouth was open slightly, as he focused on Jean as she walked up to the bowls. She moved swiftly, as if her movements were rehearsed. Then he clamped his jaw shut, biting his tongue and tasting the bitterness of his own blood well up in his mouth. 'Erudite... she chose erudite...' He felt his faction shift uncomfortably in their seats, and heard a few comments. The Candor always had a few comments. It was in their nature. But it wasn't in his.
His tongue felt heavy and foreign in his mouth, as though it was suddenly turned to cold, unyielding steel. "Cunningham, Brooke" Eric's voice boomed. His stomach churned, making him wonder if he'd eaten any live snakes sometime that morning. "Dalton, Jeremiah" Sweat dripped down the back of his neck, his hair standing on edge. "Daniels, Zachary" He brushed hair out of his eyes, onto the find out that his hands were shaking, and he clasped them together between his knees, so hard his knuckles turned white. "Dawson, Pheobe" Indigo's heart leapt and spluttered, trying desperately to leap out of his rib cage. "De Luca, Jillian" The bile in his throat was back, this time with vengeance. "Donnelly, Cassandra" Tears filled his eyes, blurring his vision and threatening to spill down his face.
"Dowker, Indigo"
Then suddenly, the world was empty. Everything was numb, and Indigo didn't have the power to feel anything anymore. He didn't even have the power to move. And yet, he was. He watched his surroundings pass, without even feeling his legs move. 'No!' he tried to say, 'NO! I'm not ready yet! No, please...' A knife was in his hand. It glinted in the harsh lighting, as he brought it up to his left palm. His hands didn't shake. Not until the blade cut, and the pain brought everything rushing back at once. His face twisted, and he choked on a sob and his hand reached forward, and hovered over one of the bowls. It was never a question, Indigo knew he had no other option. And yet, when his blood dripped onto the stones, and his name was called out a second time, all the preparation in the world couldn't stop the tears from leaking from his eyes now, and running down his face.
"Abnegation!"
Through blurry eyes, the world melted away, into a sea of uniform grey.
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