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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on Apr 15, 2014 14:19:52 GMT -5
Calista smiled, dragging a cloth across her forehead as she peered through the heavy goggles. She was adding the final touches on a pair of twin .45 caliber pistols, designed for dual wield. She carefully polished the metal until it was gleaming and she caught sight of her blue eyes in the barrel. It was moments like these that she enjoyed her job the most, perfecting her craft and seeing the end results after hours of toiling away in the dark and sweltering room. She glanced up at the clock, sighing a bit. She should probably open the shop for the day. The best part of being the shop owner and one of the best weapon makers in Dauntless was that she could open and close whenever she damn well pleased.
However, being a meticulous and rather calculated person, Calista always tried to open up at the exact same tome everyday, just past 10 am, around the time most people finish breakfast and begin their day. Calista had already darted into the dining room and made off with a few muffins at around 6. She hated the breakfast crowd. It was just many people, all still cranky and tired (herself included).
Picking up the finished and polished pistols, Calista pushed open the heavy door of her workshop, the bright, clean light blurring her vision. She blinked, her vision adjusting to the rapid change in lighting, lines solidifying and identifying themselves, her shop seeming to just appear.
Her shop was simply decorated, her weapons taking center stage. The walls were lined in larger weapons, different kinds of rifles and even swords. Glass cases placed about the floor, showcasing handguns and throwing knives. On one wall, she sold cleaning equipment, training dummies, targets, ammo and more and last, in the back corner there was a target set up, seperated from the rest of the shop with bullet proof glass. It was there in case someone wanted to test something out.
She set the pistols on top of one of the glass cases, taking off the heavy apron and the gloves, loosening her hair from its ponytail, warm tresses falling around her neck and bare shoulders. She dusted off her tight, lacy black tanktop, pulling on a leather jacket. She unlocked the door, flipping the sign to open. Just another day in Calista Rosangel's life.
As she tucked the twin pistols into a case, the bell at the door jingled, someone walking in.
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Post by Parker D. Evans on Apr 15, 2014 21:17:07 GMT -5
Parker had gotten up super early today and it was a day off. No training. No beating the shit out of each other. This was their free day and Parker knew exactly where he was going. NOWHERE. He had intended to beat the crowd at breakfast, success and had since been wandering around. He got a tattoo at about seven a.m. which was a bit scary because it didn’t really seem like Ghost had been awake when he did it but it came out perfectly. He now had the eye on the Erudite on his left scapula and he was pretty pumped. It was wrapped and though it was still sensitive to touch, at least he finally felt like he was beginning to fit in with the Dauntless. Even if he got his tattoo in a place that almost no one would ever see, plus they wouldn’t like the tattoo but hell he knew he had it and that’s all that mattered. He was still wearing his glasses as always and he had cropped his hair into a short shave. He knew he would have to lose the glasses eventually, especially since he had perfect vision and had no use for them, but he had worn them his entire life and didn’t know what his face even looked like without them.
As he walked through the pit, something caught his eye. Weapons. An entire shop full of weapons, he shuddered at the thought but realized this was where he needed to go. They had begun working on their aim with guns and knives and Parker was still hesitant which made his accuracy shit. He wasn’t bad at it, he just got nervous. No better way to get over fear then to jump right in. He pushed open the door and took a deep breath, here goes nothing.
He took a few steps in and it was incredible. Such a wide variety and set up in such a neat and orderly manner. He found himself drawn to the guns, straying away from the larger ones and found himself looking at the more compact hand guns instead. There didn’t seem to be anyone there, nor a sign that says no touching, so he reached and grabbed the third gun. It was heavier than he had expected but it felt right in his hand. Like it belonged there, maybe he wasn’t as out of place as he thought. This was freakin awesome.
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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on Apr 15, 2014 22:38:24 GMT -5
Calista peered through the glass case, seeing a pair of legs walk into the store, stopping at one of the cases. Did he knew she was here? Calista straightened up, eyeing a boy with dark rimmed glasses. An accessory that seemed like it did not belong in Dauntless. staring at the unusual accessory,the glasses, the thin lens implied they weren't prescription. They looked like the things that people in Erudite wore, she used to wear a pair like them but quickly threw them out after a few years, much to the frustration of her parents. A transfer, maybe? Calista frowned a bit. She didn't want to think about Erudite or her family. She had spent the past 3 years avoiding it, she didn't plan to confront it again, now.
"May I help you with something?" She asked with a small tilt of her head, she looked and saw the gun cradled into his hand, theh way he was looking at it was as if he was surprised. Like he had never held one before. It was a look Calista remembered dearly, it was one she had worn when she first started using weapons. Of course, she had been nervous and her hand was shaking so much, she had held something so deadly in her hands. When she fired, she could feel the recoil snap into her, slamming into her arms, but it had left her with a sense of power and control that she was unfamiliar with, she quickly became addicted to the rush.
"I see you're looking at the revolver. It's one of the most reliable guns, simple and easy to use with little maintnance. Most initiates start out on it." She stated coolly, her eyes focused on the gun, the facts about it running through her head. She knew a lot about most of the weapons here, more than most Dauntless. She moved away from her spot behind the counter, coming to stand beside the male.
"My personal favorite, however, is the semi-automatic pistol. It takes practice to use properly and needs to be cleaned, but its lighter and sleeker." She reached into the case and withdrew a silvery pistol, placing it on top of the case, looking up at the boy to stare him straight in the eyes.
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Post by Parker D. Evans on Apr 17, 2014 16:53:23 GMT -5
Parker pushed the edge of his glasses up the brim of his nose, they had slid down as he looked down at the gun in his hand. He twisted his hand back and forth feeling the gun's power creeping up his arm and into his chest. He felt stronger than he had ever felt in his life, scary what such a twisted piece of metal could do to one's psyche. Then a voice rang out and he almost dropped the gun in his hands, catching it with both hands and spinning it back into his right hand as if he had meant to do it. He turned to see a gorgeous brunette who clearly must be the shop owner. She had to be older than him but not by much, not at all. She didnt seem to mind that he was holding the gun, so his grip relaxed again and he felt his pulse return to normal speeds.
He listened intently as she described the gun in his hands, a revolver apparently. Of course he had picked up the most basic, here he thought he was a badass for holding a tough gun and he may as well been holding a water gun. The girl, rather woman, in front of him didnt seem impressed, clearly she had held a gun before, hell she had probably shot her own personal gun. Maybe at someone. Maybe she'd killed someone. He shook his head softly, his imagination was quick and liked to run away from him whenever given the chance. Something it did often right before his fights during the training days, so he didnt feel getting his ass kicked quite as bad as the rest of them. He hadnt won a fight yet, but he was learning, slowly but surely he'd get it. He had to.
He heard her switch to a different gun, its name made it sound automatically cooler. He watched as she pulled the polished silver from the case and placed it on top. It's metal shining in the shop's dim lights. "Wow. That is...bad ass." He took three strides towards her and stopped right before the glass, looking at the gun intently. He placed the stupid revolver on top of the case and held his hand out to the woman. "Could I give that one a try?" He had no intentions of shooting it, though he had seen the range behind him. He just wanted to hold it, feel it's power flow through him. This was epic, really epic.
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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on Apr 17, 2014 19:41:45 GMT -5
"Of course."She picked up the pistol and flipped it in her hand, placing it into his. She grabbed the revolver, tucking it back into its proper place inside the glass case. Calista still possessed OCD tendencies that she had gained from Erudite. Everything had to be in its place, and there had to be a place for everything. It was the reason why her shop was always so meticulously cleaned and orderly. She studied his expression carefully, the eagerness and light in his eyes as he picked up the gun. Calista had always loved weaponry, something she discovered during her own initiation. Calista smiled a bit fondly at the memories, shaking her head.
Stepping back around, she picked up a rag, wiping off the glass casesuntil they were perfectly clear, her weapons perfectly visible. "I made that one a few days ago." She said, trying to fill the void of silence. Calista didn't engage in conversation, very often. But, she was in her enviornment, and she was in a relatively good mood. Besides, there was something about the boy, something familiar that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Calista continued cleaning up, carefully watching the younger male. The shop was quiet for now, and it was simply the two of them. However it normally picked up later in the afternoon.
"You're an initiate, aren't you?"Something was nagging at her as she watches the male. The glasses were triggering something and she frowned. Memories began to emerge. Calista thought it was somewhat pathetic that a simple accessory could bring so many memories back. So many memories that she had spent a good part of the past 3 years trying to block away.
"A piece of advice. You should lose the glasses. It makes it look like you're still clinging to Erudite." She said bluntly, not really caring about how he'd react to her comment. Shaking her head a bit, she pushed away the bitter feelings that emerged whenever she so much as mentioned Erudite.
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Post by Parker D. Evans on Apr 18, 2014 23:06:31 GMT -5
Parker smiled and nodded at her, taking the pistol into his hand. It was lighter than the last one, and he could feel the differences. The size of this gun gave him more control, his grip covering the majority of it. It felt more like an extension of his fingers than it’s own weapon, he wasn’t very good when it came to hand to hand combat but he enjoyed the power it gave him. Learning to throw punches was tough on him and it cut him up across the knuckles. At least with a gun, his hands wouldn’t take the blunt force. Something he would enjoy, but could he take a life if forced. He shook his head, he couldn’t forsee any reason he would need to use a gun, but he wanted one. He wanted to be good at something here at Dauntless and maybe this piece of silver was that thing.
He fixed his glasses again as she spoke, he grinned at her. “You made this? Damn that’s so cool” he took a closer look at the gun, the hilt was strong and well built. The cleaning job was unbelievable, you could eat off of it. She continued talking, asking if he was an initiate, he took his eyes off the gun and looked down at himself. “It’s that obvious huh? This is just my second week, it’s been a tough week at that.” He had gotten the crap kicked out of him by his fellow Erudite transfer Colton, or as he was called now Diggs. It hadn’t gone well and he was quickly falling through the ranks, soon he’d be in trouble of being factionless. Which was not something he would let happen, he would never fail. Parker hated failing. The woman across from him seemed to be a bit distant, he wasn’t sure if it was her personality or something about him.
As he turned his attention back to the weapon in his hand, she spoke again. The glasses. He looked up at her through the thin, and honestly pointless lenses. He hadn’t thought of it that way, he had been wearing them for as long as he could remember, they were a part of him. He knew she was right though, he had heard rumblings as he had walked by the dining hall and glasses were a common word he heard. Hell Diggs had even made a point to rip them off his face and throw them, and in the moment when Parker had found them unscathed he was relieved. Was he still clinging to his past? He went to answer her but she changed the subject, he reached up pulling the glasses off and sliding them into his back pocket.
He placed both his hands on the gun and aimed it at wall. “It feels…empowering” he could feel the rush of adrenaline and quite literally strength building through his veins. He looked up at her with a grin, this was amazing. “Does it always feels this good?” he was in love, not with the woman in front of him though she was easy on the eyes, but with this feeling. Pure and utter power.
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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on Apr 19, 2014 0:11:41 GMT -5
Calista smiled a bit at his words, although she didn't care about much about compliments, she couldn't agree more. She loved her job, she loved creating weapons. She loved the feeling of molding the metal and material to her whim, it gave her a sense of power as well, the fact that she could make something so lethal. It was always something she jad taken pride in, especially when they came out so perfectly.
"Dauntless is nothing like Erudite. It doesn't get easier, you can't study and just get it.. It only gets harder, especially being a transfer. You have to work and just keep going. There's no set out method. You have to find that yourself. Once you find something that works, your own style., you use it to your advantage. You've just got to keep fighting and push your way through it, once punch at a time. You have to find your drive." She said, her voice softer and more sincere than she had heard it in quite a while. When she was an initiate, Calista had no one. She relied on herself and much of the time, it was believed she would become factionless within the first round. She held on by a thread.However, she never let it stop her. She used it to her advantage and pushed herself farther. She kept pushing and fighting and making sure she survived.
She watched him slip off his glasses. She sighed a bit and walked over to him, reaching up as she tousled his hair a bit, giving a curt nod of approval.
"Much better. Trust me, there isn't much point holding onto your old faction...there's no turning back, anymore." Her voice dropped slightly, frowning a bit at the words. Faction before Blood. Calista didn't have anything to turn back to. Her family didn't want her, they never did, even before she switched factions and there was just too many bad memories. Her life and any possibility of a life in Erudite had died with Christopher. Realizing what she was doing, she frowned and withdrew her hand, taking a step back.
"Yes it does. Just holding that much strength and power in your hands. That feeling never goes away. Its one of the things I love the most about it."
Being a fragile and rather petite girl during initiation, Calista had quickly become addicted to the power weapons gave her. It gave her a sense of comtrol for once in her life. It had been a reaffirming factor in the fact that she belonged here. No matter what her results had told her.
"Just make sure not to let that power go to your head." Calista nodded her head towards the shooting range.
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Post by Parker D. Evans on Apr 20, 2014 22:09:54 GMT -5
Parker saw her smile and it helped him to breathe a little bit, she had seemed distant and cold but in this second she seemed like a normal girl. Then her face went rigid again, and began talking about the differences between Erudite and Dauntless. She spoke as if she knew the exact differences as if she was a transfer, more importantly an Erudite transfer. He studied her face closer, there was something familiar. But he couldn’t place her. “Sounds like you are speaking from experience” he spoke softly with a joking tone to his voice, his typical way of speaking. Curiosity got the best of him and he spoke again without waiting for an answer. “Our own style. Individually specialized plans, look a program.” Parker had the drive, just lacked the skills. But he knew his own drive would get him there. There was no other option.
As he slid his glasses into his pocket he felt a wave of guilt crash over him. Like he was defying his mother and father all over again, he and his sister had done what was best for them and they understood it. But he still felt like a failure, and the glasses were all that kept him slightly Erudite. He could see why it was a problem, but he didn’t care, Erudite had meant the world to him. Cutting it off wasn’t nearly as easy as they made it seem. She approached him as he took off the glasses. He felt his pace quickened, an excitement growing. But just as quickly as it rose up inside of him, it was shot down by the pure and simple act of her tossling his hair. He went from being a man trying to impress the beautiful woman in front of him, to the little boy playing with his toy. He cleared his throat and returned her nod. “Faction before blood. Of course.” She finally withdrew her hand and he shook his head side to side, fixing his hair.
He heard her warning, never let it go to your head. He could understand how that would happen, he could feel the power taking over now. This gun was sleeker and easy to handle, easy to fire. Or at least that was how it seemed. That was when she told him to try it out, he followed her eyes to the shooting range. He thought for a second before letting a smile cross his face and nodding again. “I think I will.” He walked to the range and reached for the ammo and found the ones that fit the gun. He loaded the weapon and cocked it. He turned to look at the woman again and then back to the range. He took a step and relaxed his hand, before firing. Again and again and again and again. Five shots into the board and the grin had transformed into a smirk. The gun recoiling in his hand and the pop of each bullet leaving the chamber. He then looked closer at where he had hit, all five had hit the board. Three into the shoulder, one into the stomach and the last, directly into the heart. Bullseye.
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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on Apr 24, 2014 12:47:55 GMT -5
Calista heard his comment and a slight panic entered her eyes, before narrowing them again and forcing herself to relax. He was just joking, he was most likely just joking and the fact that she had gotten nervous at the comment made it all the more obvious. She was kicking herself for it. Calista had wanted so much to forget Erudite, to throw herself into the world of Dauntless, but she knew that wasn't possible. It was never possible to completely forget something. Shaking her head, he continued before she could really respond. "Yes, something like that."
Calista nodded a bit at the motto. Calista still harbored slight guilt at leaving behind the world she once lived in with her brother, sometimes she liked to wonder where she would be if he hadn't died. Maybe she would be in a lab right now instead of a weapon's shop, discussing with other Erudite rather than talking to an intiate about weapons. She would still have her brother. She frowned a bit, there was no point in thinking about that anymore. What's done was done. She was Dauntless and thinking about the possibilities her life could have taken had no value to her. Hearing his agreement to try out the pistol snapped her out of her thoughts.
She watched with a critical eye as he walked towards the board, the way he handled the gun, his stance. The familiar sound of gunshots was like music to her ears, she always loved the sound. It distracted her from her thoughts, which were dangerous in their own right.. She was grateful for it. The sound stopped. Five shots, fired consecutively.
Nodding her approval she walked closer to the boy. "Not bad, not bad at all." She said, impressed. It had taken her quite some time to get to where she was in weaponry. "But remember to keep your dominant arm completely straight, it'll help lessen the effects of recoil and allow faster firing time." She said with a nod. Calista had, at one point, considered being an initiate trainer; however, she realized if she did, she would constantly have to deal with other people, specifically, Erudite transfers who would bring back too many memories.
"Keep practicing with that and you should be able to climb the ranks." She said, inspecting the target. Something occurred to her. "So, whats your name anyways?"Now, Calista didn't normally bother with names or getting familiar with initiates especially, and maybe it was because he reminded her of herself or something.
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Post by Parker D. Evans on Apr 27, 2014 12:04:25 GMT -5
Parker watched as her eyes changed as he asked his question, like it was something she was ashamed of. Could she have been Erudite like him? An Erudite transfer, he was Dauntless. Damn that was going to take some time getting used to. He seemed to have hit a nerve with her so he decided to not press on it, especially when her response was so vague following up, he decided it was the best to leave it alone. She clearly didn’t want to talk about it and he understood that as well as anyone. She seemed to recognize a lot of what he was saying though and he couldn’t help but think he recognized her.
He studied her face closely and knew that he had seen her before, but he now was having the worst time trying to figure out from where. He shook the thought from his head, if he was going to figure it out it would have to just come to him. He took the gun and went directly to the board, the girl’s face fading from his memory as he walked from her.
As he stopped admiring his shots, he looked back over his shoulder to the shop owner. Letting his smirk fall away before he did so, he was not cocky by nature and didn’t want her to think that he was. He knew that one out of five is not great, and he would have to be better to really make a difference in his ranking. She nodded and spoke to him, and a small smile found his face. “Dominant arm, completely straight” He did the actions as he repeated them to himself. He felt the difference even without firing, he had more control this way. “Nice. I can feel it” He turned back to her and listened closely as she described how it could help his rank.
He nodded at her and watched as she looked even closer at the target he had been hitting. “Will do thanks for the tips” He spun the gun in his hand, looking at it from front to back. Such power and it could be overwhelming, but he understood it and so he could control his urges. He heard her question and he smiled. He had forgotten that they had yet to do introductions. “Evans. I mean Parker, Parker Evans. And you are?” He was watching her face closely now, the Evans family was known to everyone in Erudite, if she was from there, she would know them .
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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on Apr 27, 2014 13:08:09 GMT -5
Calista could tell he was studying her, it was good, it meant he hadn't recognized her, yet. That was one of the reasons she had chosen Dauntless, she could escape her past, her history and try her hardest to move on. However, sometimes she still couldn't look herself in the mirror without seeing the word "guilty" written on her forehead. Christopher was dead, her best friend was gone and it was her fault that he was. At times, she wished that she had been the one to not make it out, to fall to the fiery inferno. Chris would've hated her for thinking like that, though. She shook the thoughts out of her head.
When he said he could feel the difference, she nodded a bit. Proper stance was key in guns, it could be the difference between minutes and seconds between shots, and in a fight, time was crucial. Calista studied his face, he actually seemed to be taking her advice and she couldn't help the small feeling of pride that weeled up in the pit of her stomach. She was relieved that he wasn't one of those arrogantly ignorant initiates who thought they'd get through initiation by just punching everything in the face.
"You're welcome, thanks for taking them." she said with the faintest traces of a smile. "I know initiation is difficult, but its worth it in the end. It really prepares you for life in Dauntless, if -when- you make it through initiation, you'll find that everything is a lot smoother and easier" Thats how it was for her, anyways. For her, initiation was more than just fighting her way into Dauntless, it was also forcing her to move on. She smiled a bit more. After the horrors and hardship of initiation, she had found somewhere she felt like she belonged and that made it worth it. She was affirming it, going against her results was the best decision she had made.
Her smile faltered when he said his name. Evans. That name was familiar, even after 3 years. She remembered them from school and she remembered how they were. rather large family. 5 kids. Calista had though 2 siblings was one too many. They were also leading researches for the serum, the field that her sister had taken. She vaguely remembered her sister going on to work with them, but she couldn't be too sure. She never paid much attention to the blonde of the Rosangel siblings.
"My name is Calista." She said, as she glanced up at him, studying his face. She was hesistating to give her last name. "Calista Rosangel"
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Post by Parker D. Evans on Apr 28, 2014 20:20:53 GMT -5
Parker could feel her studying him studying her and it made him uncomfortable to be so transparent. He wondered why she was so hidden, what she had to hidden behind those beautiful eyes. He shook away those thoughts, he had bigger fish to fry than appeasing his typical teenage hormones. He didn’t like that this was still a mystery to him, that he couldn’t figure out who she was though it seemed like it was on the tip of his tongue, so damn frustrating.
He smiled when she nodded at him, it was good to learn from a teacher who didn’t seemed hell bent on the idea of destroying all of his self esteem. The trainers were harsh but they had to be, they didn’t do one on one training so they did the best they could in the time they had, that meant being harsh and just downright awful to some of the initiates especially those on the bottom of the rankings, like Parker here.
“Nice to learn from an expert with simple instructions. Most of the instructors wont give me the time of day, helps to get someone who can make the time” He hung his head a little, a bit ashamed of bad mouthing his trainers but at the end of the day he was going to make it, whether they wanted to believe in him or not. Parker was going to show them all, going to show himself. He could do it all and more, he was going to be Dauntless. He just knew it. “I hope you are right, because when I’m full Dauntless , god I’m taking a nap immediately.” He sighed and laughed. All this work had better pay off and life had better get easier.
Her smile disappeared at the mention of his name, she recognized it. She must have been an Erudite transfer, it was the only logical answer. Then she gave her name. Calista, but didn’t Cass have a sister name Calista. She couldn’t be…But before he could finish the thought, she answered his question. His mouth visibly dropped and he quickly closed it. “Rosangel. Oh wow. You are. Yeah. That makes sense. Damn. How did I not...So you really were speaking from experience about the differences huh?” He pushed his hand through his hair and smiled at her, this just got a bit awkward. This girl may or may not be a murderer. Accidental or not, her brother was dead and her sister seemed to blame her. Her brother had been chill, well now he was kinda burnt.
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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on May 20, 2014 11:34:52 GMT -5
"They're kept on their toes. They're pretty outnumbered, you know" She said as she moved to grab a cloth and one of the guns from the case, carefully polishing it and cleaning it. Calista had always had a problem with staying still. She was constantly moving, constantly working. It was an annoyance to her family in Erudite and many of her teachers. She was restless, she was never happy sitting in a desk or standing around in a labratory. Here, her shop was her world, she constantly kept busy and it gave her a reason to be moving and she took joy in creating every weapon, like it was a piece of art. Deadly, but still art.
Calista remembered her own training, she remembered being in his situation and how harsh her trainers were. But, if they weren't, if they didn't constantly berate her and bringher down, she wouldn't have found that fire burning in her. Her desire to prove them all wrong. She would be factionless now if it wasn't for that. Instead, she finished third in her class and had a life she always wanted.
At his comment about naps, Calista laughed. She actually laughed. It was a sound foreign to Calista herself. Maybe she should spend more time with other people...more time socializing, it wasn't bad and she was actually enjoying the conversation. "Thats what I did. I swear, I didn't wake up for days. Well, if you're ever looking for a career when you finish training, you could always work here" She said with a small nod. Calista liked working alone, but at times the orders piled up, she could use the hand and she didn't really mind Parker's company.
Until she said her name. He recognized it. She could see it in his eyes, whether it was because of Cassandra or he heard the story in the news, either way, Calista's identity was out and something that she had tried to leave behind was resurfacing.
"Yes. I was." She said, frowning a bit. She subconciously touched her hands, brushing her fingers over the burn scars on her palm. She looked at him, studying his face for a reaction. This would either go two ways, it would get awkward and he would try not to tick her off, or he would ask questions, which would tick her off anyways. It's how it had always been.
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Post by Parker D. Evans on May 26, 2014 17:37:11 GMT -5
Parker listened closely as she defended the instructors and as much as he wished she wasn’t right, he knew that she was telling the truth. There were a lot of initiates and just a few instructors to help them along the way, he couldn’t imagine being one of them. Each trying to teach their style to so many different people, then watching them use it on each other to prove who picked it up best. It seemed barbaric, hell it was and Parker knew it, but to be the one training the warriors had to suck. Failure for them was inevitable, someone had to lose the fights. Someone had to always lose, one of the trainers had to fail at every turn. He didn’t envy any of them in the slightest, hell he may even respect them more now than he ever thought he could. “Yeah I suppose you are right, never thought of it that way. Guess it’s easy to assume when it’s not you.”
He watched with a smile as she went back to her cleaning, she seemed hell bent on cleaning every inch of every weapon in the entire shop and it wouldn’t shock him if this was a daily thing. She seemed to be someone who always needed to be moving, to be doing something she deemed productive. It wasn’t a bad trait to have, it just bordered on obsessive. Okay maybe it passed into obsessive pretty easily, either way it wasn’t a bad thing at all.
She laughed when he spoke about his nap, at first he was shocked that she laughed. She didn’t seem to be one for that but then he took it in, and heard one of the most contagious laughs. He found himself chuckling with her, normal edict deemed it rude to laugh at ones own jokes but Parker wasn’t laughing at his joke, he was laughing with her. He heard her offer and he thought it over, as things went this was a good gig. A place to escape and the company seemed cool as hell, a bit of a downer but with a laugh like that who knows. “Well I appreciate that, that offer is currently my top choice, assuming I survive the initiation process” He swallowed, he really was worried that he wouldn’t make it through. He had to. He just had to.
Parker nodded her head as she answered his question. The shock factor had worn off rather quickly. This girl in front of him, would never kill anyone. Severely injure, possible. But he remembered Calista from when they were both much younger, she followed her brother around like a shadow, she adored him. It had to have been an accident, that was the only real possibility. He wasn’t sure what to say, but he also didn’t want to make this awkward. He smiled at her as he watched her rub her fingers over her palm, a callous covered hand. “And here I thought I was the rebellious one, leaving Erudite for the bad bad world of Dauntless”
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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on May 26, 2014 20:04:22 GMT -5
Calista nodded slightly when he said she was right. In the beginning, Calista had despised her trainers, but it was because of their pushing that she eventually managed to climb the ranks. She held her trainers in such high respects that at one point, she had wanted to be one of them. She wanted to push others to their limits and help them make it into a new life. However, as time went on, she realized that would never make a very good initiate trainer. She was too impersonal for that, and she realized she would have to deal with more memories of her past.
Satisfied with her cleaning, the gun gleamed in her hand, she caught sight of her ice blue eyes in it. She slipped the gun back into the case, leaning forward she looked at him, studying his face. He was rather cute. A little dorky for Dauntless, but cute nonetheless. After she recovered from laughing a true smile brightened up her face. Laughing like that felt nice.
"Its a hell of a lot better than guard duty and security, that's for sure. It's one of my favorite things about living in Dauntless, weapon-making is a art in its own right. Besides," She smirked a bit. "I get to decide the hours everyday, so you get the luxury of sleeping in." She laughed a little bit more. While Calista always tried to be prompt and get here as early as possible to get a headstart on orders, she had a bit of a tendency to ignore her alarm clock on some days and Calista was not a fun person to wake up in the morning. She nodded towards the target. "And from what I can tell, you're a pretty good with a weapon especially for a first time shooter."
Tilting her head at his statement about surviving initiation, she simply gave a small smile. "You'll make it, have a little faith in yourself. Here's what you do. Next time the instructors cut you down, imagine proving them all wrong when you finish initiation. Use it to push you and work harder. Sneak in after hours if you have to." [/font] She shrugged.
She tilted her head a bit, the smile was something she hadn't really expected most people shuffled their feet tried to just change the topic. She found herself smiling back, chuckling a little. "Sounds like you've been talking to my sister. Being a rebel is always more fun. Dauntless isn't bad, its scary and its tough, but its also fun and exciting and...free." She said with a small nod.
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