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Post by Beckett P. Archibald on May 18, 2014 21:50:21 GMT -5
He could count the number of tattoos that he had by the number of years that he had been a part of Dauntless. One a year since he was sixteen years old. Now - reaching thirty-five, there was another yearly tattoo to be had, bringing his total up to twenty. Beckett made certain that he only allowed himself one tattoo a year. It was a display of discipline: there would be no willy-nilly decorating of his body. No, every tattoo was significant of the year that he had had, the dangers that he had faced, the people that he had come into contact with, the power that he had been forging. Each and every single tattoo meant something unique.
Becks held his forearm out, observing the way his veins protruded from his skin. It was a beautiful piece of flesh - the perfect place for his newest addition. He scanned the rows and rows of options, observing the glass plates which detailed each piece of artwork. But he already knew what he wanted - he had known from the beginning of the year: A snake that wrapped itself around his forearm, quite literally snaking its way around his arm twice. The head and tale lay on the underside of his arm - hidden from view, much like he hid his true motives from most everyone he came into contact with.
It was a vision, a masterpiece and it was completely his. Straight from the confines of his imagination. Beckett pulled a piece of crumpled paper from his pocket, flattening it out on the table as he showed one of the artists of the shop, “This-” He breathed in a gruff tone. They knew not to question him, after all, he was the Head of Dauntless.
A few minutes later, he had settled into one of the chairs, awaiting the artist to begin his tattoo when he realized that there was someone staring at him from the doorway. Someone who obviously was after his attention based on the feeling of their eyes on him, “Please tell me you have a very valid reason for interrupting-” His bright eyes slid over to the door of the tattoo parlor where they settled on his intrusion.
tag; OPEN notes; anyone wanna play with Becks? ;]
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Post by Adelaide E. Clark on May 18, 2014 23:11:56 GMT -5
Adelaide had just left a meeting with her senior counselors when they had asked for volunteers to visit Dauntless. It had seemed that a delay in receiving a weed killer had caused a delay in harvesting which in turned pushed back the date of them delivering goods. This wasn't something that happened often, but things had been odd lately so it seemed like that was just another kink in clockwork. This meant though that instead of needing armed guards on Thursday like they normally did it would instead have to be Saturday. They needed someone to hand deliver the message to the head of Dauntless to make sure they got the change of schedule on time. While most Amity had been silent to volunteer for this task she had spoken up eagerly to do it. She had ulterior motives in wanting to visit the compound. There was a certain blonde haired boy that shared her last name who she was eager to see. She figured if she could get the note to the leader early then she would have plenty of time to go looking for Vin. She had grabbed the note and got a ride to the Dauntless compound. Her mind racing with the possibility of seeing her brother. As she stepped through the passageways however her stomach began to tighten. It was the first time she had been back since she left, since she abandoned her old way of life, the way that wasn't meant for her. She felt fear grip her when she thought of the possibility of seeing her parents. She hadn't thought about that. She didn't know what she would say if she saw them, a small part of her hoped that they would't want to see her. She took a breath and smiled a little at a group of leather clad girls who pushed past her and sneered, her smile then faltering. Maybe this had been a mistake, maybe she had been stupid in thinking that she wouldn't stick out among them, thinking that she could walk these halls again without feeling the hurt of why she had left in the first place. She put her hands in her pocket and felt the crumpled note. This wasn't all about her, she had a task to do and she would finish it. She took another deep breath in and pushed her way to the first guard she saw. He had told her that their Leader, Beckett was at the tattoo parlor and when she had asked if she should wait he had smirked and replied that he didn't know nor care so she had decided to go find him. It was odd how even years later she could still know her way in this place. She still knew which steps would squeak, which doors needed pushing a little harder. She had made her way to the tattoo shop and walked inside asking for him. The gruff woman in the front had pointed down the hallway and she passed one room that had a kid in it, another with a girl, and then came to the one that had a middle aged, grumpy looking guy who she knew right away was him. She stood by the door a moment, not sure if she should wait until he was through or not when he spoke to her. She jumped a little, surprised that he had seen her there and she cleared her throat a little before she spoke. " Uhm, Hi..I'm Adelaide Clark from...Amity I have a message for you..." She pulled the note out and held it in her hands suddenly feeling like this was a mistake. |
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Post by Beckett P. Archibald on May 19, 2014 9:37:00 GMT -5
Blonde. Tall. She looked relatively familiar, although Beckett was sure that he had seen countless just like her over the years. He cocked his head slightly to the side as he watched her surprise that he had turned to face her. What had she expected, barging in on the Head of Dauntless?
“Uhm, Hi...I’m Adelaide Clark from...Amity I have a message for you...”
That’s when he placed her. The Clarks were a Dauntless family - well respected, but he remembered a bit of dissent when their daughter had chosen to transfer to Amity last year during the choosing ceremony. Her brother worked as a guard. Beckett made it his business to know the ins and outs of Dauntless. Every fact that looked up at him from The Pit’s floor. He knew something about them. And Adelaide Clark was quite something. Looking her up and down and observing her colored outfit, he turned his head a bit more, “I know who you are.” The man growled as he moved against the feeling of the tattoo artist wrapping his arm in the thick cloth as she prepared to ink him. He knew her, now the question was what was she doing here. Surely a message could have been delivered through the servers. A small smirk formed on his lips as he realized the Amity probably didn’t have computer equipment back in the country. It was likely that they were still stuck pre-modernization. He chuckled slightly at the thought, his greenish blue eyes never leaving hers, “Your parents are doing fairly well, in case you want to know. Though-” His voice trailed off into nothingness, patronizing smile still settling on his lips. If she had truly cared about her parents, would she have left them never to return again? Surely her being here was only a fluke of the system.
Slowly and ever so deliberately, the man’s eyes moved to the note that she now held in her hands. The smirk was still in place as he imagined her hands shaking with pure terror at the sight of him. Of course, that wasn’t what was really going on, but the man couldn’t help but imagine that his own power could cause someone to visibly shake in front of him, “Sit.” He nodded toward the chair that faced the tattooing chair - he was in no mood to read his own mail, “You have time.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement. A command from her once-leader. A command that he wouldn’t take lightly if ignored. She had transferred factions, but there was a time when he had been her end-all-be-all. Beckett’s eyebrows raised ever so slightly, “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind reading it to me. I’m a bit-” His eyes looked down at the tattoo artist who was still attempting to position the fabrication in the correct manner, “Preoccupied, Adelaide.” Then his eyes were back on her - those bright eyes that seemed to bore into her soul.
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Post by Adam T. McGinn on May 19, 2014 11:05:25 GMT -5
Ghost sat up at the sight of his leader. He nodded when he received the instructions and he watched with glee as Archer tortured the young Clark. Doing his best not to snicker aloud. He had work to do, he had given his leader his last nine tattoos and had never failed him. At least this time there was entertainment as the strong man to played with the frightened young thing
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Post by Adelaide E. Clark on May 19, 2014 11:36:23 GMT -5
The sounds that the tattoo guns made could be heard from down the hall and Adelaide tried not to wince when one started up. She remembered that sound from her youth. She had thought about getting a tattoo once, she had wanted a flower blooming in the midst of thorns and dead leaves. She had figured maybe a rose or a dahlia. Her mother had called it stupid and her father had asked her be normal but that's what she had wanted. She had went down to the tattoo shop, and had gotten as far as sitting on the chair. Then he guy had turned on the gun and she had bolted out of the chair faster than lightening. She was of course called a coward and a baby, but she didn't care. She couldn't face the sound of the gun and the fear that the needles brought.
Thankfully the guy hadn't started on his tattoo and she was hoping to hand over the note before his gun started up. She watched as he looked her over and remarked that he knew who she was, of course he knew she thought woefully to herself. She looked away from his steady gaze as he brought up her parents. She bit her lip a little, this was a mistake, a terrible, horrible mistake. She didn't want to come here and talk about her parents, she didn't want to face her past she had just wanted to see her brother. She nodded in reply, not truly wanting to know. She didn't trust herself to say anything more, she didn't think she could hold back from saying how much they hurt her, how wrong they were to abandon her and try to make her be something she wasn't.
When he told her to sit she raised her eyebrow a little. She wasn't in his compound anymore, she wasn't in his jurisdiction. She was under no obligation to follow any orders he told her. She glanced a moment at the chair. One side of her wanted to refuse, wanted to stand as a blatant sign that she wasn't one of them anymore, but another side told her not to. There was a reason she wasn't still in Dauntless, there was a reason she wasn't under his command. She was not like them and choosing to refused someone when they offered you a chair was a dauntless thing, and she was no dauntless. She gave her best confident smile and nodded to him a little before sitting down in the hard chair. " Thank you, I believe I will...I forgot how tiring it is getting from one place to another down here."
When he asked her to read it to him her eyes glanced momentarily as the tattooed man putting the fabric on his arm for a moment and then began to open the letter. She broke the Amity seal and pulled the piece of paper out of the envelope. Clearing her throat before she spoke she read the words that were on the paper, it was brief and simply explained the change in dates making sure to include the reasoning behind it. After she had read it she folded the paper back up and slipped it inside the envelope putting it on her lap and crossing her hands together on top of it. It was so strange talking to this man now that she wasn't under his leadership, talking to him as if he was just some random stranger.
" I hope this won't be a problem for you all, we tried rushing the harvesting as much as we could, but it just wouldn't happen in time. " She shrugged a little and looked back at the man, meeting his gaze. She had to continue to tell herself that there was nothing much he could do to her now, there was no reason she should fear him. She was more grown up now, she had a better grasp of the world that was bigger than their silly fighting matches, she was not like them anymore and she was the better for it.
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Post by Beckett P. Archibald on May 19, 2014 13:04:50 GMT -5
Beckett clenched his right fist, flexing the muscles in his arm as Ghost continued toying with the tattoo equipment. He was one of the few at the shop that he actually trusted to give him a tattoo. He could see the small smirk on the artist’s face. There had always been a strong bond between Becks and Ghost. He reminded him of his brother sometimes - a brother that he had left far behind in another faction. Ghost knew his place, but he was also a determined and hard worker - not to mention, he had quite the gift with the tattoo gun, “The Clarks.” He repeated her last name as he turned to look at Ghost and raised both of his eyebrows, “Vincent. Have you seen the prodigal son lately, Ghost?” He asked, smirking slightly. It seemed to make her uncomfortable, talking about her family. And if it made her uncomfortable, it was a source of exploit.
Mildly pathetic was the term that came to his mind as she complained about the amount of effort it took to move her small body from one side of the compound to the other. Surely this wasn’t the Clark girl that her parents had once raved about? Now he mildly understood why they doted upon Vincent more so than ever. She had become a disgrace...a weakness. And Beckett Archibald had no time for weakness in his compound. Maybe he should call Vincent to the parlor so he could see just what a poor excuse for a girl his sister had become.
As she finished reading, Arch rolled his eyes ever so slightly. He couldn’t count on the Amity to do anything correctly...This screwed up his entire rotation - guards would have to change shifts, shipments would be delayed, he was sure a few would go hungry. Big picture: It was about the big picture, which apparently the Amity seemed content to ignore. She opened her lips to speak and this time she wasn’t reading from the prepared paper - seamless thoughts flowed from her lips as the older man’s gaze settled on her tiny frame, “You tried?” Beckett narrowed his eyes as he leaned forward in the chair, eyeing the young blonde with a stern gaze. Trying and succeeding were two vastly different things. Perhaps another reason that she had wiggled her way out of Dauntless. She could try all she wanted, but Dauntless thrived on success.
“Surely you understand what a large inconvenience this is, Miss Clark.” Famous for his temper, Beckett could feel the blood rising. He clenched his fists a bit harder as he watched her carefully, “Amity may think that they’re the peace makers, but they’re causing more problems than you could understand. I think it’s about time that they pull their green-thumbed heads out of their asses and-” Archer knew that it was unwise to bad-mouth another faction, but he was hardly in the position he was because he played-well with the other factions. He was where he was because of his drive for power and leadership. Laughing ever so slightly, he leaned back in the chair and looked over at Ghost before continuing, “Adelaide Adelaide Adelaide.” His gruff voice was semi-melodic now, “Once my Dauntless - you must understand my frustration...What do you suggest we do about this, hmm? They must have sent you for a reason, eh? Here to iron out the kinks of a fatal Amity systematic flaw?”
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Post by Adam T. McGinn on May 19, 2014 23:30:49 GMT -5
Ghost fixed the sheet and got ready to do his thing. He cracked his neck, this new tattoo is one of the most intricate and epic pieces that Adam will have ever pulled off. It was an old fashioned piece, Adam was an old fashioned artist. He preferred to use the gun, the pure needle like it had been used for so many years. He took every stroke, every line to be as perfect as his punches. The ideals were very different, pure artistry versus pure primal instincts. When he fought, he followed his natural instincts. He led with his fists but theories and strategy abounded in it. With his art it was something different but followed the same ideals. His hands went to work first and followed the strategies set forth by the drawing the Dauntless leader had given to him.
As he was still setting it up, he recognized the question had been pushed towards him. Vincent Clark, the short blonde who worked as a guard. He was about five years younger than Ghost but he had fought him once upon a time and he knew the story, unfortunately for Vincent’s younger sister he assumed that she didn’t. “Eh las time I saw me some Vincent, was a bits ova a year ago. My boy was a bit upset about some sorta family issues o somethin. The youngen was lookin fo a fight and I…I gave him one.” He grinned from Archer over to the young Clark, raising his eyebrows when he found her eyes. “No sightins since”
He reached down to place the setting on his leader’s arm again when he could feel the man’s pulse rise. The young girl’s letter was unsettling for him and he had quite the temper. He pulled the fabric away to avoid it ripping when he moved violently or hastily. Which of course he did eventually. Adam folded his arms across and spun the gun in his hand, this was going to be quite the show. He really needed to start bringing popcorn around with him, if he was going to keep walking in on these types of shows. His life was quite incredible sometimes, well all the time. God it was great to be Ghost.
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Post by Adelaide E. Clark on May 20, 2014 8:19:49 GMT -5
Adelaide tried sitting in the chair as calmly and collected as possible. She was trying to keep in mind who she was now. She was a counselor, she planned on making her life about studying and helping people. She was being trained to listen and observe, to take in and make notes. Where others were simply seeing she was learning. She had studied all about authority complexes, anger issues, and countless other emotional states she could probably categorize the two men in front of her in. She tried to sit not as Adelaide Clark terrified in a room with angry Dauntless men, but Adelaide Clark Amity counselor.
When they brought up her brother it was a little harder. She didn't care about her parents, and she didn't want to know what they were doing, but Vincent was her brother. He was the one person she had ever thought understood her. The one person she felt she could be herself around. When Beckett had called him the prodigal son Adelaide got a confused look on her face. She had been reading more books since transferring, more plays and listening to more music. She had found she actually had a love for books, now that she could take her time and read them out in the open instead of having to hide them like she did in Dauntless. The prodigal son was about a boy leaving and returning, had she missed something? Had Vincent left them at some point? Her heart raced a moment in fear that he had became factionless. It had taken every ounce of strength she had to stay sitting in her chair instead of rushing up to the man and demanding what he was talking about.
She looked over at the other man that Beckett had called ghost and frowned a little as he said he fought her brother. She hadn't thought Vincent would have been mad when she left. She thought he had known she wasn't like them, she didn't think he would have been upset about her leaving, but was she wrong? Had she hurt him more than she thought? When Ghost said that he hadn't seen her brother since she felt the fear return again. She looked back at Beckett and tried to speak with as much calmness as she could. " Prodigal son? Are you implying that Vincent...left Dauntless...?"
She was trying to focus on what he was saying about Amity inconveniencing him, but all she could think about was her brother now. She hadn't gotten word that he had left, surely he would have contacted her. Did they try and stop him? When had he left? Adelaide's mind was running wild with the thoughts of her brother, anger and fear beginning to take a stronghold on her. She was snapped out of her thoughts however when the man's anger clearly rose and he mentioned Amity. She glanced at his clenched fist and raised her eyebrow as he spoke badly about her faction. She felt her chest rising and falling a little more quickly from the adrenaline of having a grown man speaking so angrily at her and the fear of her apparent missing brother.
She was officially in no mood to deal with these overgrown bullies who apparently never grew out of their king of the mountain phase in grade school. She took a breath before speaking, trying to calm her nerves and trying to slip back into counselor mode. Anger, he was angry because he thought the world revolved around him and he was the only one who would be inconvenienced...slight narcissism she mentally jotted down in her head. He had called her his Dauntless which implied he had control issues...possibly stemming from a bad childhood or broken heart, something that he couldn't control that warped him into needing to control everything then of course he was in Dauntless which was the most anger fueled faction there was so yelling wouldn't help with them.
She wanted to yell at them though. She wanted to make them understand how arrogant and rude they were, but no...she was an Amity and she was a peacemaker. She had the training, she could do this. She spoke as calmly as she could, her voice soft and confident. " I understand your frustrations, but Erudite was late in delivering a crucial part of our harvest. We worked out all of the available options we had and realized we needed to postpone the delivery. I know this is a headache but this is why we came to you as early as we could." She made sure to keep eye contact and continued speaking as calmly and rationally as possible." We know you're quick with results and efficient, if there was one group who we knew could adapt to this change with no problems it would be you." She sat back in her chair and spoke again to him." So please...tell me what I can do to help alleviate this inconvenience aside from the obvious of it not happening again. "
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Post by Beckett P. Archibald on May 20, 2014 9:32:53 GMT -5
There was as much glee that Beckett felt in Ghost’s story as he imagined there would be. Of course he had given Vincent a run for his money - he should have known better than to come looking for a fight at the hands of the Professional Fighters. Arch knew that they were scaring the poor girl, he could see in the way she reacted to everything that they said. Each statement seemed like a new blow to her, confusing her further and sending her spiraling into another fit of surprise. He wanted to laugh at her and her stupidity, but he held it together, raising his eyebrows. She was obviously effected by the topic of her brother, something that he took careful care in noticing. Beckett might have had an anger problem, but he knew how to exploit weakness when he saw it, “The young Mr. Clark comes and goes. He’s a guard now.” His eyes lit up as he told her the truth, “Dangerous business, you know. Never know what kind of...hazards he’ll run into.”
The sound of her voice was supposed to be soothing, Becks was sure of that. Perhaps she was training to be someone who talks all the time...beats around the bush...an insignificant piece of Amity. He shook his head at the thought - In Dauntless, she could have been something great but returning here from Amity, she was nothing more than mediocre. She clearly wished the pass the buck onto Erudite and Beckett smirked even more, refusing to abandon his position leaning forward and glaring at the young Miss Clark, “Erudite, hmm?” Surely he would have to have a conversation with his brother Griffin if that was the case. Just the same, he wasn’t about to write off Amity as being completely innocent in this whole ordeal. The girl refused to break his gaze, perhaps angering him even more.
Relaxing back in his chair, the man unclenched his fists. It would do him no good to have his body tensed while he was getting this tattoo - especially considering the tensing could cause some disfiguration of the icon. He needed it done perfectly - the snake was his pride and joy. The twentieth addition to his impressive works of art, “Do you have any tattoos, Adelaide?” She had been a Dauntless once.
“They developed a quicker way of doing it here at Dauntless, but I prefer traditional tattoos myself.” He reached down and pulled off the fabric that had been wrapped around his forearm, giving Ghost the go-ahead to begin, “A tiny needle piercing your skin over and over again. It’s an annoyance, but it leaves such a profound mark.” He looked up from Ghost’s tattoo gun and settled back on eyeing the girl, “Now imagine if you went through all that annoyance and were left without a mark because the gun happened to be out of ink, without satisfaction that you had accomplished anything and you had to start all over again because your tattoo artist forgot to check and see if the ink would arrive on time.. Would you take out your anger on yourself? Or on the Faction that failed to provide the necessary service that you paid for?” His metaphor had taken a turn for the literal.
“The best plan of action is, perhaps, to deliver a message to the Amity. Don’t you think?” His eyes lit up like a christmas tree in the middle of the holiday season, “Teach them that this is under no circumstances acceptable and then do the same with Erudite. Your Amity should have safety back-ups.” This was in no way shape or form Adelaide’s fault, but Beckett was not to be deterred at this point. Perhaps this would teach her not to come back into a Faction which she had left behind, “You seem to know everything...What sends the strongest message, Adelaide Clark?”
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Post by Adam T. McGinn on May 26, 2014 16:45:15 GMT -5
Ghost followed Archer's lead and went from teasing the young girl to getting back to work. Archer seemed to be relatively calm so he got to work, letting his mind wander listening to the conversation and adding the newest ink to the Dauntless leader's arm. He started at the wrist and moved his way back, leading with the head and tail, the body of the snake would follow. He loved his job and this design, while on of the toughest he had ever tattooed, was amazing. The way it hid the head and tail on the underside of the arm, leaving the wrapped pieces to find their way around the muscles in Archer's arms. The man was built like a statue and this piece would be one that showed off that definition extremely well.
He was listening closely though and heard as Archer started in on his tangent. The metaphor was quite nice and at the end, Ghost slightly picked up the gun aiming it at the girl and revved it up. When not pressed against the skin, the noise was magnified and he knew it would be unsettling for her. He then looked over at his leader with a raised of his eyebrows before going back to work. He knew he should stay silent now and be an observer, only adding to the situation when he could find the moments to make it worse for the young Amity traitor.
Ghost had known Beckett for a long time and knew that he was testing the young girl. So far she had held her own but she was better off laying off and accepting her fate. The harder she fought to keep her composure, the worse it would get when Archer did break her. And Ghost, more than anyone, knew that eventually he would break her. One way or another.
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Sorry it's short, ya'll but wanted to swing it back to the real meat of this thread which is you two of course
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Post by Adelaide E. Clark on May 26, 2014 18:40:23 GMT -5
Adelaide was having a much harder time remaining calm than she had thought it would be. In her counseling sessions it was easy. It didn't matter who she was talking to, she could remain calm and focused. The sessions were usually about the other person, even if they said something that was attacking or offensive to her, it was still about them and she found it easy to keep herself focused. Here it was different. Here, it wasn't just about her or them they had brought up her brother. The one person on the whole planet that she cared about. When the gruff man in front of her mentioned that guard duty was dangerous she just met his stare, refusing to show any sort of emotion. She was scared for him, that wasn't going to change, but she was fairly confident that they wouldn't hurt one of their own. They were a family...a dysfunctional, aggressive, cruel family but a family nonetheless. She tried to remind herself that Vin was safe.
When he asked her if she had tattoos and ghost had pointed the gun at her she jumped in the chair. The noise was so unexpected and loud, and the question so double sided she hadn't of been able to help it. She knew how dangerous of a situation that she was in. If she admitted to not having any tattoos then she would be giving them a small window of more taunting, if she lied then there was a good chance they could call her out on it. There was an even higher chance that they would find out the truth and then she'd have to face the consequences...no neither of those was a good situation so instead she played the only card she had: evasion. She broke the stare she had been giving him and shrugged, trying to sound as aloof as she could. " My new faction doesn't put much emphasis on tattoos Mr.Archibald." She hoped that would appease them and also bring up the fact that she was not one of them, she wasn't one they could force and scare. She belong to another faction, a much more understanding and human one.
She could see where he was going with the story. It didn't take a genius to see that he clearly didn't care that it was Erudite who caused the disruption. The old saying of not shooting the messenger clearly hadn't been relayed to the large man in front of her. When he mentioned delivering a message his eyes had gotten brighter, more excited and Adelaide felt her heart rate pick up. It was like watching a lion stalk prey. The look that they got when they toyed with the gazelle before they slit it's throat. She had came in hoping to be as brave as the lions, but she was starting to think she was no braver than the gazelle. When he said she should have back up she sat up a little more rigid, her body becoming more tense as she began to pick up on exactly how dangerous this was now becoming. She tried to tell herself that they couldn't hurt her, they couldn't touch her...could they? She was no longer in their faction didn't that give her some sort of protection?
When he asked her what sent the strongest message she met his eyes again. She tried to remember that she was dealing with a man who ran his group of people with fear and intimidation. It was all for show she told herself. She tried to speak as confident as she could, hoping her voice didn't betray how utterly scared she was " I'm in Amity, not Erudite...I do not know it all, but I do know at least in my experience that patience and mercy tends to send the loudest message. It takes nothing for a man to explode Mr. Archibald, but it takes volumes for a man to show mercy." She tried to relax in the chair, to not let her body show how ready to bolt out of the room she was. Her mind was already plotting out the quickest exits. She felt stupid, extremely stupid and extremely vulnerable to be here by herself. She almost wished her brother was here, but she wouldn't want them taking out whatever anger they had towards her on him.
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Post by Beckett P. Archibald on May 28, 2014 13:38:28 GMT -5
Watching her jump at the sound of the gun was satisfying to say the least. Beckett cracked a grin as he continued to watch her, relaxing the muscles in his arm as Ghost began wrapping the outline of the snake around his forearm. It was going to be a magnificent design when it was all said and done... The snake waiting to strike just beneath the surface. She finally answered about her tattoos, so obviously avoiding what he had actually been asking. But Archer decided that he would let her get away with it, “Such a shame. They’re fascinating, aren’t they?” He enjoyed the sweet torture of watching the girl practically squirm in her seat. If nothing else, she would certainly have a story to tell the young Amitys when she returned to their compound.
“Patience and mercy. Do you remember nothing from your time in Dauntless, Adelaide?” He jerked his arm away from Ghost, the anger inside of him growing once again with her words. There would be no time for patience and mercy. Patience and mercy was the bane of his existence. It was the reason that he had lost Celeste all those years ago. Action was the only way that things got done, it was the only true way to send a message to those that he needed to. Anger was just the accompanying emotion that he was forced to suffer at his own thoughts.
“I can’t say I’m surprised to find that Amity seems to have taken all of your backbone, Clark. I’ll be sure to let your parents know what a-” He leaned forward again, practically spitting the words in her direction. She had opened a wound that Archer rather liked to keep sewed shut - simply thinking about his sister and her misfortune seemed to have set him over the edge entirely, “Disappointment you’ve become. I’m sure even Vincent would love to hear the story of how his darling younger sister waltzed into Amity preaching patience and mercy.”
He couldn’t relax, couldn’t lean back in the tattoo chair. With a half-outlined snake on his arm, he moved forward again, now sitting on the very edge of the chair so he was dangerously close to Adelaide. He continued to clench his fist and then unclench it. For a few moments, he sat there, doing nothing but staring at the young blonde that was in front of him. If he remembered correctly, she had showed such promise when she had been in Dauntless. If only they had kept her, perhaps she wouldn’t be such a disgrace now, “It’s not in my nature to show mercy to those who don’t deserve it.” His words finally broke the self-inflicted silence, “What does the peace loving planter think of a Faction Leaders Summit? Would that be merciful of me?” He asked, turning her head slightly to the side as he spoke. That would be the easiest way to get his point across to the rest of the leaders. He would not tolerate this lateness and hellacious confusion that seemed to be centrally spiraling from Erudite. It would also be a good chance to tell the Amity leader to stop sending idiots into his compound.
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Post by Adelaide E. Clark on May 29, 2014 13:58:15 GMT -5
Adelaide tried not to jump as the larger man pulled his arm away and spoke about her time in Dauntless. Of course she remembered her time in Dauntless, it was the only thing she could remember on most days. It was her childhood, it was the only time in her life that was supposed to be carefree but she had been in a place that was ran like a military operation. She was stuck in a place where even the children were expected to be ruthless and brave. Kids weren't supposed to be brought up that way. She wasn't supposed to be brought up that way. She wanted to tell him exactly what she thought about her time in Dauntless, but she wasn't that brave nor that stupid. She was highly outnumbered and he was already angry. It wouldn't help her purpose if she got him even more angrier than he already was.
She listened quietly as he continued speaking again, trying to keep her composure. However when he brought up her family's disappointment she felt like she had been stabbed through the heart. It was a low blow on his part, and she found herself getting angrier. She hadn't done anything wrong here, she had delivered a message and wanted to see her brother, there was nothing sinister or wrong about her intentions. Yes she had came to a faction that she had left, but it was on the authority of her new faction and shouldn't the dauntless who believed in faction over blood understand that? Shouldn't they, above anyone else understand how Dauntless was now nothing more than another faction to her. It would have been the same thing to her as if she went to Candor or Erudite. She tried speaking calmly, but she was certain her emotions were getting the better of her, the fear was rapidly turning into anger. " I'm sure my actions would look like a disappointment to you and my family Mr.Archibald but I assure you that in my eyes they are not. In the eyes of my new faction it is my family who are the disappointment, not myself and really...I have moved on so I honestly do not care what you or my past family thinks."
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes at him when he said that mercy was not in his nature. She wished she could make him attend a counseling session that he so clearly needed. Maybe a few courses on anger management and understanding. She thought a moment about a faction leader summit. It made sense she supposed, but really this had just been a temporary thing. She didn't see a point in arguing and yelling about something that would in all likelihood never happen again. Then again she wasn't Dauntless, and she didn't understand most of what they did. She nodded a little " I suppose a leader summit would be beneficial, would you like me to relay the message?"
She was thankful that the mood was slowly beginning to switch to something of a more relaxed nature and not one where she was fearful of her life. She was still wary of course, she was still mentally calculating all of the moves that she could make if she needed to have a quick exit but at least things seemed to be a little more less hostile.
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