If you learn from defeat, you haven't really lost.
22
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HETERO
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ERRAND BOY
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Post by Max A. Pierce on May 24, 2014 0:01:06 GMT -5
 Sleeping longer than intended on his day off which was not only a rare occurence but also kind of bothering because he didn't have anything else to do, the brunette woke up from his deep sleep. He thought he had dreamed about his family but as soon as his eyes fluttered open any memories of it vanished as if it never happened. Not everyone was able to remember their dreams - especially not Max. Eyes feeling heavy he rubbed them, slightly patting his cheeks to make himself wake up more. With a groan he sat up straight from the uncomfortable ground on which only a layer of sheets protected him from the hard earth but after six years living outside he got somewhat used to it. It took him a while until he was actually standing, the early sunshine forcing him to cover his eyes with his hand as he made his way over to the 'sink'. Now, the 'sink' was not really a sink as one could guess but rather an old plastic container in which they collected rain water. He wasn't a total newbie anymore so he had his own, placed safely and hidden in the corner of the building next to the worn out gray house which was used as shelter. Collecting the water in his cupped hands he began washing his face. "Abnegation day!" a voice yelled over with excitement. The former Abnegation just rolled his eyes at the thought of that faction and continued to splash his face with the water. He was usually always willing to help the food distributors but he didn't like having them around but tolerated it for the sake of the others. He hadn't lost all of his Abnegation traits after all - there was still part of the selflessness left in him. The others had started gathering around, waiting impatiently for the food providers to arrive. Although he would have never survived the first year or two living factionless without their help it was still something that hurt what was leftover of his pride, hence why he worked so hard running around every day, getting bossed around by faction members who thought they were so much better than them. It was all a little frustrating and just angered him. Without wasting any more thoughts about them he spun around and sat down on the nearest rock at the front, tapping his food impatiently as well as he waited for them to come, letting out a faint sigh. Grey A. Hudson
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I thought I would spice things up a bit
19
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Heterosexual
Single
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Food Distributor
Abnegation
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Post by Grey A. Hudson on May 24, 2014 0:40:46 GMT -5
 Grey’s arms grew tired quickly. She carried two more bags than usual. Two of the older gentlemen that worked with her had recently been promoted to a higher position in the abnegation workforce leaving her crew starved of laborers. She was not in a great mood and replayed the same thoughts in her head… if they’re so dang selfless why can’t they just stay here to help… what the frick is so much more selfless than handing out food… ugg…. Her brow furrowed and she looked almost mad. The humidity was high and her hair was curling and sticking out in every which direction.
After walking the long haul, since driving and wasting gas would be selfish, Grey and her crew finally reached their first destination of the morning; some rickety shacks and ripped bed sheets hanging from a concrete mess. They were a little South of town and would make their way North till they hit every congregation of factionless they could find. Or, simply, till they ran out of supplies.
Grey heard shouts and chanting about the abnegation coming and it slowly put her in a better mood… at least someone is happy to see me… She like to know she could make a difference. She looked into one of her bags as saw what were large tons of soup cans, stale bread and even a few muffins. The kind the abnegation never ate, but looked so delicious. The crowd was starting to come on fast and Grey felt overwhelmed. “Hold on, hold on” She said. She needed to set down a few bags and backpacks but didn’t want them to be completely pillaged.
Out of the corner of Grey’s eye she saw a young man sitting impatiently on a rock and tapping his foot. He looked familiar, as if she had seen him before on her food deliveries. She scowled at his posture and thought to herself… sorry to be keeping you waiting… assuming he was waiting for food. However, it was strange. It wasn’t the food he was impatient for. What is he doing?
Grey turned away from the young man, tall, stern, dark… She had better things to do, like struggling with her mass of supplies that needed to last throughout the day. She set a bag down with a groan, “Back up now… patience… please?”
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If you learn from defeat, you haven't really lost.
22
years old
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HETERO
SINGLE
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ERRAND BOY
Factionless
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Post by Max A. Pierce on May 25, 2014 11:42:03 GMT -5
He fiddled with his hands as the Abnegation people finally arrived. Green eyes searching for familiar faces - his family. Whenever he had spotted them during food distribution he left, waiting for them to leave somewhere in the buildings. He tried his best to avoid them. He didn't want to see any of them except for his little sister but after six years of not seeing her he wasn't even sure if she was still part of Abnegation or if she chose another faction. In his memories she was still the sweet, kind and selfless brunette who seemed to fit perfectly into Abnegation, the selfless faction and he was just . . . the rebel who didn't think he was anything near selfless ended up being more selfless than he thought he was.
With a sigh he got up from his seat, smiling ever so slightly as he strolled over to where the blonde was standing. It looked as if she needed help with the crowd and with the heavy bags. He had seen her around before but never actually bothered to even ask for a name or anything the like. He had a reason for leaving Abnegation, for forgetting his past and for starting a new life in a new faction. "Move guys. You won't get anything if you squish the distributors." he said as he shove his fellow mates aside, opening up a path for him to walk through. Stopping in front of the female distributor, a cocky grin on his face as he towered over her. "Being patient is really, really difficult for someone who is starving." he uttered, one dark eyebrow raised at her.
He then bent down and grabbed one of the larger bags, peeking inside as he opened it. Casually as if it was routine, which it kind of was, he took a couple of breadloafs and tossed them to them crowd. As they started stepping closer again he let out a sharp hiss, head snapping around. Ruthlessly he threw one of the muffins at someone's head to make them back off. Rolling his eyes slightly he turned his attention back to her, glancing up from the bread. "Saying please won't do much. Think of them as wild animals." he said, his smile back on his face while he tossed some more bread to the people behind him.
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I thought I would spice things up a bit
19
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Heterosexual
Single
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Food Distributor
Abnegation
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Post by Grey A. Hudson on May 25, 2014 22:17:50 GMT -5
The crowd was overwhelming and she started to see hands coming at her. Distributing rarely got this ecstatic and her crew had anything but control of the situation. Grey felt uneasy, however, she had been dealing with distributions for three years and started to do her best to physically enforce a line, “Ah, okay… you. Here you go.” She grunted keeping track of all of the food the best she could. It was disappearing quickly.
Suddenly a shadow covered her and she looked up to see a tall figure hovering over her. It was the man she saw earlier. She could tell by the way he was dressed that he was factionless, however, no matter how much of nothing he owned, he still looked kept-together compared to the rest of the crowd. He seemed almost superior over them, too young to be their leader, but it seemed as if the factionless around him listened to what he said. The young man gave her a cocky smile, raised eyebrow and said, "Being patient is really, really difficult for someone who is starving." Grey was a little shocked by what he said. He seemed so… Carefree. Like he sees this every day.
Grey understood where he was coming from, however, she couldn’t help but give him an annoyed look. Yes, he was tall, handsome despite his factionlessness, but Grey was the type of girl who liked to show that she could control her own situation. She was always too proud to admit that she needed help. The young man swooped down to pick up a bag. “Help yourself.” Grey said sarcastically. Though the outside didn’t hint it much, she was actually really thankful for his help. Her shoulders started to relax as he fended off the crowd. "Saying please won't do much. Think of them as wild animals" The tall man said. Grey looked up at him and raised her eyebrows, “Yea, I know, I know…” she handed some bread over to an elderly lady and faced away from him, “I just… It is the least I can do for them.” She threw out some muffins, “Be polite. At least show that someone gives a damn about them.”
Ohhh… that came out wrong. Grey thought and hoped he didn’t take it too offensively. She was just still worked up about having to need his help. She shook her head a little. It was odd that he was helping them anyways. He didn’t take any food for himself and it seemed as if he even enjoyed passing out the goods. She wondered what faction he must have come from. Would any other factionless but an abnegation-born hand out food to others before themselves? I wouldn’t think so. There is always the possibility he just chose the wrong faction and got kicked out. She pondered on it for a while, “Thanks by the way…” She said, the words tasting a tad bitter as they came out. She turned to the side and was relieved to see the crowd dwindle down a bit.
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If you learn from defeat, you haven't really lost.
22
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HETERO
SINGLE
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ERRAND BOY
Factionless
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Post by Max A. Pierce on Jun 8, 2014 1:28:04 GMT -5
“The majority doesn’t care so why would it matter if one person does.” he said, stating it rather than asking, bending down to open the new bag. “Oh and we are used to people being rude. Being polite would be like a culture shock for us.” he continued as he fiddled around with the cord that held it together. Seeing that part of the group had already left he tucked his hand inside to grab whatever was inside. Tilting his head to the side he looked at the food in his hand, watching at suspiciously. Even though he was indeed a former member of Abnegation, the faction he grew up in and lived as before switching factions, being selfless had never really shown before he ended up where he was now – living without a faction. Only then, six years ago, that trait got through the wall of selfishness he had built up ever since he left. He thought he would have never been how his parents expected him to be which was more like his sister was. Though, he wasn’t even sure what happened to her, how she grew up, which faction she chose and how she was doing overall.
Handing out food wasn’t the only reason he helped the Abnegation out whenever they came to distribute the food. There was another reason and that reason was none other than his little sister. Everytime he hoped to see her with the others but on the other side he hoped she wouldn’t have to see him like that, to never know what happened to him but instead think he made it through initiation successfully. Of course, that was never going to be a long term solution.
As he reached into the bag to get some more food out he grabbed nothing but air. Peeking inside he realized it was already empty, that he had handed out all the bread and muffins which were inside. “You’re welcome.” He replied, his gaze fixed on the bag but he smiled. Letting out a faint sigh he tossed the now empty bag to the side and walked over to the full one, slightly kicking it with his foot. It wasn’t unusual for the factionless to grab the food as if there was no food tomorrow – which was kind of the reality for them. Nevertheless, there was never enough food for all of them. Retrieving an almost perfectly fine looking apple he polished it with the hem of his sweater before taking a bite. The sweetness seemed to explode in his mouth, the taste stronger than ever. Max couldn’t really remember when the last time was he had eaten an apple. Good fruits and vegetables were a rarity. His eyes wandered around, stopping here and there to look at the people he had known for quite a while now before they fell on a young boy.
Without hesitation he tossed the apple to the boy, ruffling through his hair and sending him off to his family. “You don’t seem so eager to give out food or doing any voluntary work at all.” He said as he watched the boy walking away, arms crossed over his chest.
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I thought I would spice things up a bit
19
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Heterosexual
Single
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Food Distributor
Abnegation
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Post by Grey A. Hudson on Jun 8, 2014 22:43:00 GMT -5
Grey bent down to pick up some empty bags, facing away from him in the process. She lip synced his words in a mocking way, turned around and put her fists on her hips, “Well excuse me mister, next time I’ll just be a prick about it.” She said slightly laughing in the process. She was having a hard time figuring this guy out. One part of her just wanted to laugh at his carefree-ness and another part just annoyed her. At first she had appreciated this man’s help but now all she wanted was for him to appreciate her help.
She watched as he tossed an empty bag aside and attack another. She walked over to the tossed bag and picked it up adding it to her collection of empty bags. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as she gave out some of the last items from another rather empty bag. She saw as he took a bite of an apple and then hand it off to another young boy, she had never seen that before. He did it without hesitation, without another thought for himself. It reminded her of dinners among the abnegation, passing their dishes of food to the left and not eating until each person had received their share of food.
“You don’t seem so eager to give out food or doing any voluntary work at all.” The young man said, arms crossed and watching the boy run off with the remains of his apple. Grey’s eyebrows came together in an annoyed look. Great, now she didn’t just have her elders critiquing her every move, she had the factionless too. She looked head-on at him, “Well I’m sorry I am not as hospitable as you ‘oh great one’.” Grey put her hands up on either side of her head and bowed at him what would he know about it? She thought. There was no use explaining herself. She set the empty bags down and scanned the crowd. There was an elderly man sitting against a steel post devouring one of the muffins that had been passed out earlier. He sat just a few feet away from where they stood. He was wearing a stripped piece of clothing covered in holes and tears that made it look more like strings tied together than and actual article of clothing. His eyes were full of goop, his teeth half rotting, half absent and his hair thin and scraggly. He looked sickly and Grey shook her head as she felt a pang of hurt in her gut. She may not enjoy life with the abnegation, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t selfless.
Grey walked up to the man, took off the grey jacket that she wore and set it around his shoulders. The old man looked up at her as she did, but she didn’t look back so she didn’t know what his reaction was. She just pulled out the scissors from her pocket and asked him whether it would be alright to cut his hair. She now wore a loose, grey t-shirt, one with quarter sleeves. And unlike her jacket, it lacked a collar and revealed a flicker of black on the side of her neck – the tail of a feather from tattoo she received as a young dauntless. She rarely let it show. It was considered a vanity in abnegation and Grey had received various looks of disapproval throughout her past three years whenever it showed around her abnegation peers.
She found a bucket to sit on and bringing it next to the old man Grey began to snip at his hair. She lined her fingers up and pulled down on the strands till they were taut. She bit her lip as she started snipping. “So what? I suck at being in abnegation.” She said, “But hey, I’m trying my best. I may not look it, but deep down…” She sighed and then changed the subject to him, “So why aren’t you in abnegation? You'd seem to play the part pretty well, you know, if you weren’t factionless.”
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