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Post by Deleted on Apr 25, 2014 4:45:33 GMT -5
It was well past midnight, and Stephanie couldn't sleep well. She'd been tossing and turning on her bed since 10.30 pm and she was starting to get a little frustrated. She sat up on her bed, frowning, and decided to go for a walk. She changed out of her nightwear - a white t-shirt and shorts - and into some presentable ones - black cardigan and some ripped jeans. She sighed and left her apartment, not bothering to look back at her unmade bed.
At this time, the Pit was nearly empty. Nearly. They were a few lovebirds making out some where in the dark, and a few bros having a drink together. Stephanie cursed, wishing she'd brought a hoodie along - she didn't want to be seen by anyone here at all. She bit her lip, unsure of where she even planned to go.
Out of habit, she walked towards the flight of stairs, and proceeded up, until finally she was outside the doors of the fear landscape. Stephanie curled her fingers into a fist, and she slipped into the room, closing the door shut behind her. The fear landscape was empty, as expected, and right in the middle, was a little black box. It seemed as if someone deliberately left the serum there, just in case a Dauntless decided to enter their own fear landscape. She walked over to the box and opened it, picking up a syringe in there. Her hands shook, and she stared at the fear serum in wonder. She raised her right arm, ready to plunge the needle into the side of her neck. After a few moments though, her hands shooked, and her arms fell to her side limply, the syringe hanging loosely on her fingers.
"I can't do this.."
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We could never learn to be brave and patient, if there were only joy in the world.
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Post by Lucas G. Herald on May 23, 2014 23:17:48 GMT -5
Sleep. By the time he reached the age of eighteen the instructor didn’t even know anymore what sleep was. Was it relief or torture? For him it was definitely the latter. Tonight it was worse to the point that he wasn’t able to shut his eyes for more than five minutes without jolting awake every single time. It hadn’t been that strange in the past weeks but maybe this time was just everything coming back after he tried so hard to forget, shoving everything to the very back of his mind.
Letting out a heavy sigh he rolled out of bed, got dressed into the regular dauntless trainings gear and headed out of his room, slamming the door shut. Stalking through the dim lit corridors he intentionally made his way to the fear landscape, the all so familiar route sending a shiver down his spine with every step he took up the stairs. At the sight of the glass windows he cringed, mentally slapping himself wondering why he even decided to come to the most horrid place of the whole dauntless compound. It was only at these times that the strict and rather cold-hearted boy showed emotions including fear. For him going through his own fears in the fear landscape was like being stuck in a horror movie without an ending but if there was one it would never be a happy ending.
To his surprise the room was lit, he could see the light shining inside even from the outside. Nevertheless, the blonde decided to enter not really caring if anyone was inside. As soon as he stepped into the room after opening the door he spotted the familiar brunette bop. It was none other than Stephanie, one of his fellow instructors and past initiate together with him with the difference that she was a transfer and he was dauntless born. He closed the door behind him as quiet as he could before turning around, now standing at the front of the room.
“Need assistance?” he asked as he watched her holding the syringe in one hand but unable to prick her neck, leaning against the frame of the door, his head tilted slightly to the side, his face still expressionless as he tried to gulp down the fear stirring inside.
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Post by Deleted on May 24, 2014 11:56:37 GMT -5
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Stephanie's head snapped to the side, and she looked at him from the corner of her eyes, her back towards the entrance. She tried not to show that she was shaking with fear, but her efforts were in vain. Her hands continued to tremble, and she rested them on her lap to steady herself. Lucas. She greeted, taking in deep breaths to calm her speeding heart.
The most significant difference between the two was that Lucas was dauntless-born and Stephanie was a transfer. That probably spelt trouble between the two because they were always squabbling, even after initiation. It didn't help when both of them chose the same job too. Secretly though, Stephanie has always been looking out for the dark-haired dauntless, although she would deny it till the end of time. If he was to find out, he'll definitely tease her more and Stephanie would have more reason to whallop him. Okay maybe that was going a little too far.
What are you doing here, Lucas? Her head turned to the front again, she refused to meet his gaze. Can't sleep? Again? She continued on, somehow she recalled him saying something along the lines of that. Well, big guy, are you sure you even want to go through my fear landscape? Her voice softened to a whisper by then, afraid to even go through it herself.
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terrible reply is terrible T.T
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