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Post by Cassandra M. Rosangel on Apr 16, 2014 12:50:19 GMT -5
Navy pier was beautiful at night - Cassandra knew that she should have probably been inside way before now, but she just couldn’t help herself. All day at the lab had proved to be keeping her more busy than she had anticipated. She was long over-due for a break. Smiling to herself as she walked, she kicked a can that was on the ground. It was old and rusted, probably been there for at least five years. Remnants of the factionless.
The factionless. Cas rolled her eyes. They were a useless bunch of individuals. In her opinion, if they hadn’t made it in a faction, they didn’t deserve to be there at all. Factions or die. Erudite or die. Maybe they should just mount some sort of exile of them all - make them go out beyond the fence. They weren’t contributing to society inside their city anyway. She smiled at the thought, knowing that she had made the right choice by staying with her parents when her choosing day had come around. She wouldn’t have given it up for the world. Now she was an incredible chemist, with her name all over their society’s inventions. Erudite was so important to the functionality of their city...she was so important to the functionality of their world.
Reaching down and picking up the small metal can, the blonde Rosangel sister threw it into the grassy patch that was near the pier, then she began walking down it. Old abandoned rides, creaking with every gust of wind. There was a certain amount of eeriness that accompanied the whole thing - but it was beautiful in its’ own way. Stopping, she pressed her hand against one of the cold, rotting buildings and looked out over the rest of the pier.
She certainly shouldnt’ have been out that late.
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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on Apr 17, 2014 15:48:28 GMT -5
The wind whipped against her raven hair, pressing into her face and skin, making her eyes water. Her feet hit hard against the pavement, a small smile on her face. Running It was one of the things she found that she loved most about being in Dauntless. Simply, the ability to run. Erudite didn't appear to know the point in running, the wasted energy. They took their cars everywhere they wentand they were much too strict to ever just get up and move without purpose.
The Erudite withiin her told her that she was running for fitness. But, something in her told her, she was running because she damned well pleased. She was dressed in the customary all black, tight black shorts, and a black tanktop, completed with a pair of laced boots. Her tattoo was on full display, two roses, one blue and one black, placed on the back of her right shoulder.
As always, Calista had a gun on her hip, her favorite, sleek .45 semi automatic pistol. That, she of course, made herself. the grip was custom to her hand and she almost never missed with it.
As she reached the navy pier, she slowed her run into a walk. Catching her breath, the teenager wiped at her brow. A faint smile on her face, as she straightened up, she could see a head of blonde hair. Calista frowned deeply, she recognized that hair anywhere. As a child, she always saw that hair, walking away from her.
"Funny meeting you here She said, a bitter tone entering her voice
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Post by Cassandra M. Rosangel on Apr 21, 2014 9:52:57 GMT -5
Hand placed on the rusted metal of the building, Cas looked up and observed the way it was beginning to twist and contort the framework. Soon, all these buildings would crumble and fall to the ground and Navy Pier would be no more. It would just be another distant memory of what had been before they had established factions. Perhaps it would be better for it to fall now - that way no one would have any reminder of the old days. The faction system was all there was now and the faction system was all they needed. There was no reason for them to dwell on what could have been....what might have been. Cas found herself slightly smirking at the thought; the poor pathetic factionless probably thought that everything was going to turn around and go their way at some point. The Pier probably stood as a beacon of hope for them - a pathetic beacon of hope - maybe she should petition to have the Erudite workers tear it down as soon as possible.
The sound of a voice brought her back to reality, and Cas slowly turned around so she could look at her intruder. Of course, she knew long before she even set eyes on the girl who it was that had disturbed her. Many many times throughout her childhood the same thing had happened. It was one of the many annoyances that seemed to accompany Calista Rosangel.
Her eyes carefully moved down her sister’s clothing choices, rolling her eyes at the black and combat boots that adorned her body. She looked like she was trying too hard. Instinctively, she ran her hands down the lapels of her blue blazer and straightened it. Then her eyes settled on the gun, which she stared at with intensity, “Mmm, as if you would meet me anywhere else, Calista. You abandoned our faction, so there would be zero probability of me running into you there,” There was a certain chill in her voice. She hadn’t seen her sister since her choosing day a few years ago, they hadn’t even spoken of her since then. She was just another face in the crowd now...another Dauntless, blindingly following orders to shoot and kill should they need to defend the city.
In Cas’ opinion, she had given up her right to think as soon as she had moved to Dauntless. It was perhaps the biggest slap in the face that she had chosen that faction, “You look-” She was about to say well, but she thought her sister didn’t deserve it, “Armed.” Finally she managed to tear her eyes away from her sister’s gun and stared at her, a small smirk still playing on her lips.
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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on Apr 21, 2014 15:21:23 GMT -5
There was something sad and nostalgic abourt the Navy Pier. Sometimes she tried to imagine what life was like, when the rides and booths were fully operational. When smiles and fun were an option for everybody. It said something about life, how fleeting happiness and life could be. Calista knew that well. She frowned a bit, combing her hair back with her fingers. Calista had traded one life for another. If Christopher had lived, would she have still chosen Dauntless? Would she still be the person she was today? Calista knew about the butterfly effect. How one thing sets off another, everything in life is intertwined. She thought about it a lot. If Chris was alive, Calista would still be in her siblings shadows, struggligg to follow and specialize in something like physics or robotics. She missed her brother every day of her life, but something in her told her that she had made the right choice. No more shadows, no more forcing herself to try and keep up with her siblings. She finished 3rd in initiation and was now the top and most sought after weapons maker in all of Dauntless, but no one knew about the books that were hidden away in her apartment.
Calista stared her sister straight in the eyes, there was that constant look of contempt that was engraved intk her childhood memories. That haughty air her sister gave off, that look she despised. Her sister hadn't changed much in the past three years. It almost made her want to sneer, but her eyes remained dark and cold. The way her sister's eyes were drawn down to her gun almost made her want to scoff. Of course. Calista stared intensively at her sister's face. Just as her family forgot about her, Calista swore to forget about them. Most people, like her sister, believed she abadoned her family and her faction, but Calista fully believed that she was abadoned by them, the day Christopher died. she locked those memories away, all except the ones of Chris, the only person who seemed to love for her everything she was, everything she is. All they were were Erudite, confined to their labs with no sense of what freedom could be like, what wild abandonment and doing things because it pleased you. She couldn't criticize her old faction. She wanted to, but she couldn't. Not when she knew what her results had read.
"There was absolutely no point in staying. My family is already gone." She said bitterly, a burning feeling in her hands. Any possibility of a life in Erudite died with him.
Finally, the blonde looked up at her and Calista stared right back, almost challenging. Pulling the gun from its holster, she flipped it in her hand,
cocking it. "You look...no different than three years ago." Unlike her, Calista looked in the mirror and knew she was no longer the Erudite girl chasing after her big brother. She was a bit taller, she held her head higher, her body had lost all its childish fat, her thin frame being covered in lean muscle. Calista had made the transition fully into Dauntless.
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Post by Cassandra M. Rosangel on Apr 21, 2014 23:07:22 GMT -5
“There was absolutely no point in staying. My family is already gone.”
Certainly an interesting start to their conversation - years without seeing one another and the pair was already at each other’s throats. Not that Cas had really expected anything different from them. Calista had always been an idiot in her opinion. Even now, as they stood there staring one another down at Navy Pier, she could see it in her eyes. She had no idea. Her so called family had to mean Christopher...and he wasn’t just dead, she had murdered him. They had called it an accident, but they had never quite forgiven Cali for getting out of their alive when Chris had died, “Funny how that works isn’t it, little sister?” She raised her eyebrows and then crossed her hands over her chest, “Especially funny since you’re the one that caused his death.” She was taking her digs in early, she was getting them in deep, and she was twisting them into the wound, causing even more trouble than usual.
Of course, she was still upset about Chris’ death, but he had always been closer with Cali. They would sneak off to the labs together. Cas knew that it was a pressure point for her younger sister and she was all about exploiting those pressure points since Cali had abandoned them.
She watched carefully as her sister pulled her gun from her hip and spun in around in circles. Cas didn’t know much about guns and artilery, but it was obvious to her that Cal knew what she was doing. Undoubtedly spending all her time mindlessly gunning down targets in the Dauntless headquarters, trying her hardest not to think about how she was personally responsible for the destruction of their family. Cas felt another certain smirk cross her lips. She wouldn’t shoot her - she had already killed one sibling, she wouldn’t risk another.
“You look...no different than three years ago.”
“No different?” Slowly Cas ran her hands down her sides and then pursed her lips. She thought she had at least lost ten pounds or so. And, judging on her younger sister’s physique, she had picked it up in muscle mass. It was a give and take, it appeared, “Your observation skills are sorely out of practice, sister.” She used the term loosely, because quite frankly, she didn’t even consider them related any more, “Why do they even keep you around?” Cas rolled her eyes and then proceeded to fold her arms across her chest again and lean against the building behind her.
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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on Apr 24, 2014 11:24:29 GMT -5
Calista eyes seemed to darken and glass over, she felt the fury and anger that always accompanied her sister's presence, if she was still a child, she would have tackled the elder of the siblings by now. Would have been clawing and punching, pulling at that awful blonde hair of hers. Those days were gone. She took a deep breath, closing her eyes. Her grip tightened on the gun. Sometimes, she wanted so badly to put a bullet in her head. Even during training, she sometimes imagined her sister on the other end of the gun, her face in place of the blank target. But, she never could do it. In the end, Cassandra was her sister, no matter how much Calista loathed the fact. She let the fire ice over. Her sister wasn't winning this, she wasn't getting the best of her, not anymore.
"A coward as always, Cassandra, hiding behind words and your smart-assed comments. You use and push down others to make yourself feel better about yourself. I don't know why, but I thought that you, might have grown to be better than that."
Calista knew fully well that her sister was pushing her buttons. Just like when they were children, Cassandra always used her to elevate herself up. Something that she had learned in Dauntless, something that she didn't expect she would learn, was how to ignore it. How to not let her anger cloud her judgement. But, bringing up Chris was something that was still a stab to the heart. She could still feel the flames licking at her skin. It was an accident. She knew that. Yet, something inside her kept yelling at her, screaming at her about how she shouldn't even be alive. The cold looks from her family as they turned their backs on her, didn't help in the slightest. At one point, while still in Erudite, she contemplated taking her own life. Chris would hate her if she did it though, and Calista, she was stronger than that.
"No, you are exactly the same. Same messy hair, round face. Don't you get out of that lab to, I don't know, exercise?" She said coldly, watching her sister run her hand down her sides, it was pretty obvious her sister was still highly concerned about her appearance.
"They have their reasons. You passed a test and Erudite has to keep you." Calista wasn't one to brag, she never was. She didn't care about other people, and most of all, she didn't think bragging was right of her. She couldn't brag about how good her life has been, when her brother's was cut short.
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Post by Cassandra M. Rosangel on Jun 12, 2014 14:14:44 GMT -5
“Ha! A coward? That’s rich coming from you. You ran away the first chance you got because you couldn’t stand to be in the same faction as your own family. It’s not hard to guess why.” Cas growled back. It appeared as if neither of them were going to back down. It was a match of two sisters who were mortal enemies, locked in a battle that would surely last them until their deaths. However, for a moment, she was stunned silent. Not much had really changed with Cali had gone away. Her parents doted on her perhaps even more than they had before their brother’s death, but she was still the golden child of the family. Her personality remained relatively the same, manipulation was her key bargaining chip. She shook her head - it was important that she was the way that she was - it helped her to win over allies in Erudite and make friends. Contrary to Cali’s scathing review, she was well-liked amongst her faction-mates.
Cass wanted to wrap her arms around the girl’s neck, but she knew better than to venture down that route. Cali had obviously been trained in physical combat and Cas wanted to pretend that she knew what she was doing, but the truth was, she had never tried to physically accost someone. Plus, even if she was heavier as Calista suggested, the girl had a higher muscle mass than her and surely it would end in pain only for the older sister. So, instead, she rolled her eyes. Where Cali could resort to the physicalities of Dauntless, she would rely on the verbal abuses that she had learned in Erudite. Smoothing down some of her ‘messy’ hair, Cas’ voice remained steady, “Please, as if I care what you think about the way I look, Calista. We stopped caring about you the moment you destroyed our lives.” She used the plural to include the rest of the family. They all held the grudge, it was hard not to when she had caused the death of their brother.
“Didn’t you have to do the same? Some sort of test to prove that you could stick out like a sore thumb in Dauntless? Some wildly peacocking show of power? What did you do? Parade around in your underwear in front of the Dauntless boys to prove that you weren’t afraid of them?” Cas had always had a prejudice against Dauntless - they were ridiculously stupid. They did things just to prove that they were ‘brave.’ If you had to prove it, did that even make you brave to begin with? Shaking her head, the blonde sister pushed some of her hair away from her eyes, “Your arm muscles might be stronger, little menace, but your brain is rotting away up there.”
NOTES; forgive me for this being so horribly awfully late! but i heard your call in the cbox and came to the rescue! <3 i’ve missed you too!
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