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Post by Gypsius on Feb 1, 2015 1:11:27 GMT -6
The day seemed to drag on as name after name was called, person after person walked up to the stage and back to their seats or choosing a new one. Seats emptied and other seats filled, a Small shift in Faction population had Gypsy waiting for Quite some time. She looked around, seeing a few more empty Amity seats and her brow furrowed. For only a moment. She let herself shrug and the trouble of her reality fell off her shoulders, it was always hard to break her good moods, once she was in one.... Which quite reasonably... was all the time.
"Muridae, GYPSIUS" Eric Called. His voice startled her slightly, she popped up in her seat and realized she'd been drowning out Eric's voice with a sketchbook and pencil. She quickly stuffed them in her satchel and pranced into the isle, hopping on one foot to catch her balance again. Glancing over her shoulder to see if she'd actually tripped on anything... but she hadn't. Turning her attention back to the podium, she rounded the stage and came up by the Choosing Bowls. She'd probably been one of the Fastest choosings that day, Walked up to the Fresh knife, slit open her palm and shook it at the Amity bowl as if she'd done it a thousand times. She licked her palm and stanched the little blood there was. Bowing her head lightly to Eric as she hardly broke her stride.
"AMITY" He said. Promptly turning back to his list. Gypsy danced off the stage and retook her spot, Digging for her sketchbook again.
'Just another Day.' She sighed.
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Post by Marzaeus Major on Feb 1, 2015 1:13:08 GMT -6
Nearing the end of the list, Marz started getting impatient and couldn't help pacing. His mind was everywhere and no matter how many times he looked out under the blue lights to wear Ursa sat with her new Faction, he couldn't quite understand why she did it. She was great at everything she did when it came to Dauntless. She was fast, she was strong, and coordinated. She was a good shot, and Brave to a fault. So why would she feel the need to Leave Dauntless? He frowned and felt a tightness in his throat.
Holding on for just awhile longer, Eric gave his closing speech and the crowds began to stand. He walked over to Marz and clapped a hand on his Shoulder, his blue eyes staring coldly at him from behind stands of long dark hair. "Ready Big Bear?" he sneered. "No little sister cub to slow you down now eh?" He chuckled.
Marz only glared at him, refusing to let Eric get under his skin. 'He's just a bigshot, just a kid.' he thought, Releasing his clenched fists and shaking off the tension. The Dauntless gathered on the stage and watched as the other Factions pour out into the streets, their colored lines interrupted by new Faction Transfers wearing their Old Factions colors. He watched as a speck of black melded into the sea of red and yellow. Ursa, was she really gone?
Before he could feel too down about it, the Dauntless began to move, a cloud of black and specks of color moved for the Stairwell, running and jumping and dashing like wild animals. A few hesitant stragglers from other factions behind them. Marz Stayed back with them too, jogging down the stairs with a bounce in his heels rather than sprint, or take three at a time like Eric and his crew. The Dauntless and faction Transfers piled out into the streets and spread apart like the feathers of a raven and took flight down the street, rising and falling with the wind. Marz was swift enough to ride the tail feathers, he didn't want to over exert himself now. he had much training to do when he got back to the pit tonight... Much repressing indeed.
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Post by Joy Muridae on Feb 1, 2015 20:24:16 GMT -6
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Post by ryogamkara on Feb 1, 2015 23:12:59 GMT -6
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Post by Sapphire Jones on Feb 8, 2015 22:09:07 GMT -6
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