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Post by Grey A. Hudson on May 31, 2014 0:14:39 GMT -5
The clipboard read --- “Mandatory Delivery” and it was due yesterday. Grey groaned and gave the corner-full off boxes, foods, goods and crates in the corner a death glare. Shipments of food from Amity as well as serums from Erudite had come in just today --- half a week late. Distributor – “Grey Hudson” To --- “Candor” the next lines read. She dreaded this, nothing was worse than a Candor receiving a late shipment of goods. All she could was prepare to have her ear talked off and repeat herself saying “sorry” “We will try better next time” “We are doing our best”. It was different than late deliveries to other factions who were either understanding or just grumbled a bit and you were free to leave. With Candor, it seemed like they kept you there for hours. Grey opted that she would be okay going alone due to their shortness of staff. She started up the truck that was packed with her shipment and started her trek through the city. She knew it was necessary for Abnegation to check and ration all shipments and distributions throughout the city but sometimes it just felt like it was slowing the whole process down too much.
Grey reached the usual pickup spot, backed up and parked. After hopping out of the truck she looked around; there was no one. She unloaded the truck full of the Candor shipment by herself and a few members of the Candor’s team slowly started to show up for receiving and putting the boxes to where they actually belonged. Grey of course helped them till all of the boxes and goods had reached their specific locations around Candor. She had worked up a sweat, “Phew, I bet not even the dauntless do so much lifting…” She mumbled to herself. She got a few dirty looks from some of the Candor and a few loud comments about how it was “late” and that the abnegation needed to get their act together… but hey, it was better than she had expected.
Now, the real fun was about to begin. Grey grabbed the clipboard out of the truck and walked into the Merciless Mart heading towards the main office. Now she had the great opportunity of getting chewed out --- or at least that was what she kept constantly expecting--- by whoever was in charge today. She started a new thought process to herself looking down at the clipboard checking over her lists and preparing how she was going to word everything Terribly sorry sir, the shipments just came in tod --- “Awk!” Grey yelled out as she slipped wildly, lost her footing and landed on her back. “Ugg…" she laid there for a few seconds, "Well if that wasn’t graceful, I don’t know what is.” She grumbled to herself on the black and white marble ground. She looked around to see a “Wet Floor” sign and her clipboard which landed about three feet away from her. Grey looked around embarrassed. Did anyone see me? She looked down the hallway. Ah-huh. Yup, someone definitely saw that. Grey immediately turned red. It was going to be one of those days wasn't it?
Notes: Sorry this is a very random thread, but please feel free to join. Setting : Merc Market hallway, approx. mid-day, okay weather.
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Post by Mara A. Dyer on Jul 8, 2014 15:01:52 GMT -5
mara dyer words - A PERFECTLY CONSTRUCTED ALIBI When I woke up this morning I didn’t expect it to be that type of day. Those days where you walk into the office ready to go and bust stupid liars butts but then told you had to go wait for these packages and go and sign off on them. That was what this day was going to be like. No one wanted to be the person to go and sign all these papers and yell at the Abnegation worker for being late. Yes, it wasn’t their fault but maybe one day it would get in their heads to bring it to us faster. For the past 3 months it’s been late and I don’t like not having my rations. It’s honestly a dread.
I have been ignoring my duties of watching out for the packages until right now. After running around doing pointless things to keep me busy, I finally got yelled at to go sign off on the rations. Obviously I wasn’t the most happy camper right now. As I walked down the hallway, grumbling to myself I heard footsteps coming from around the corner. Here we go. I think to myself. The corner turned to show a slim grey dressed girl, peeking into the office then landing flat on her bum. I cover my mouth to keep the noise in and watch as she picks herself up and hopes no one saw her. But I did, and sadly her clumsiness made my day a little brighter. She spun around.
"Oh the Abnegation." I chuckle to myself as her face turns red with embarrassment from her whipe out. I honestly have to say it was rather amusing to watch but her bum is going to be sore for a while. As I walk closer, my hands clutching to the stack of papers, she seems familiar. The girl that would jump off trains and all the stupid stuff Dauntless people do. And here she is, the least closest thing to an Dauntless person. I guess she chose the fraction for a good reason. “Never understood why my sister chose your fraction. Why did you?” I ask, biting my lip. “By the way - my packages are late.” My voice says in a scoffing tone more than anything.
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Post by Grey A. Hudson on Jul 8, 2014 16:46:26 GMT -5
Grey got up immediately and brushed herself down. Her face turned into a scowl immediately as she saw the Candor women --- her age – spin and chuckle at her fall. She felt quickly irritated and her eyebrows creased together. What a great first impression and a now damp bum… but Grey quickly knew this wasn’t her first time seeing the Candor women in front of her. She was her age, she knew that and Grey pulled memories of classes and the choosing ceremony where her face had shown up quite a bit along with her loudmouth spirit. She was from Erudite and by what Grey knew about her, she landed in the right spot. However, Grey never remembered ever having any real conversations with her… what was her name? M-… May… Marley?
“Never understood why my sister chose your faction. Why did you?” … “By the way - my packages are late”
Grey picked up the fallen clipboard and as she did so hid her rolling eyes at the young woman’s comment. “Your sisters reasoning is none of my business, as mine is none of yours.” Grey said, eyes hard and lips pursed. She had been asked that question far too many times in these past three years and the earlier events of today didn’t help out her mood of wanting to share it. Then her lips widened into a forced smile with squinty eyes, “And yes, about that. We send our deepest apologies. If you could sign this please?... Mara is it?” Grey held out the clipboard to the young woman. Her face reminded her of a young women in town. I wonder who this sister of hers is…?
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Post by Mara A. Dyer on Jul 9, 2014 14:19:03 GMT -5
mara dyer words - A PERFECTLY CONSTRUCTED ALIBI
“Your sisters reasoning is none of my business, as mine is none of yours.” She said in a rather cold tone, which I was going to commenton but I told myself to leave it. It wasn’t worth my time. Everyone was like that there, I reminded myself. "Yes, you are right about that." I say shaking my head in agreement. It really wasn’t my business. People have asked me all the time why. Actually - to was one of the questions I had to answer in initiation. Simple answer. Erudite were for the exceptionally smart. I wasn’t exceptional, I just was. “But, it’s a great conversation started isn’t it? Unless you have another one - which I would love to hear.”” I was being forced to talk to this girl so why not have a little fun instead of being all the time business. Wait? Was she even allowed to have fun? All the Abnegation children at school were anything but fun. What a rather low light life but I have to give my sister praise for it. How she does it is beyond my reasoning.
She hands me a clipboard and I take it out of her hands. I skim though all the fine lines, remembering to read it carefully. It was all nonsense to me but I still read through it. “And yes, about that. We send our deepest apologies. If you could sign this please?... Mara is it?” Her lips turn into a smile, fake obviously and I looked up with brighter one. “It’s alright, I am not interested in fake apologies. and yeah - Mara Dyer.” I reach for a pen from my pocket and uncap the ball. checking it on my hand, I look up hovering over the paper.
“And you’re,” I pause, squinting my eyes and pointing my pen point at her. “Huddy, right? Weren’t you a Dauntless, maybe one of the more rawdy ones I remember? You jumped off that damn train every day.” I shrug.
I knew her name. It was Grey Hudson, but I recall people calling her Huddy so I didn’t know if people still called her that or it was an old flame that burned out with her old self. She reminds of Clea, an old flame. Somewhere they were the same, they needed a spark. But it was an unwanted spark, I know that. Clea didn't enjoy what we used too like makeovers and shopping or even reading. Except, Theo made her different. But Theo only has visited her three since she left. It doesn't sound like a long time but Clea is 21 now so it was many years ago it felt like.
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Post by Grey A. Hudson on Jul 9, 2014 19:59:27 GMT -5
"Yes, you are right about that." … “But, it’s a great conversation started isn’t it? Unless you have another one - which I would love to hear.”
If there is anything Grey liked better, it was someone who is not afraid to back off when someone was being defensive, and that was Mara right then. Grey nodded in appreciation and decided maybe she could try to at least have a decent conversation today. It wasn’t like she was too eager to get back into a hot truck and drive back across the city. “Well yes, it would make a fine conversation. If I may, who is your sister? I could pass on a ‘hello’ for you if you’d like.” Grey said. “I’d say that abnegation seemed a bit more” grey looked up searching for her words , “uh, sincere in their ways of life. Pulled me in I guess.”
Grey could understand why others were always so indifferent towards Abnegation’s way of life because she was as well. Grey loved the selflessness of the people in her town and the peace it brought her in her heart, however, being in abnegation seemed to take away Grey’s ability to show emotion and self-preservation. That was something she still to this day could not get used to. “It’s alright, I am not interested in fake apologies. and yeah - Mara Dyer.” “Good, I will remember that next time.” Grey said with a crooked grin and another nod. She always forgot how easy it was for the Candor to see right through lies. Could Mara tell right now that each act of abnegation she continually tried to show was out of her own will to fit in and not the same sense of selflessness that the rest of her faction lived and breathed? …. Grey watched as Mara checked the pen on her hand, clipboard still in hand and then point it at her. “Huddy, right? Weren’t you a Dauntless, maybe one of the more rawdy ones I remember? You jumped off that damn train every day.”
Grey smiled, for real this time, she had not heard anyone call her that in nearly three years. Taking on a nickname such as that in abnegation would have made her seem self-centered and ungrateful for the birth name her parents had given her. “Haha, yes. I would be she.” Grey took on a more relaxed position and rubbed her still sore bum a bit, “I was quite rowdy wasn’t I?... Oh, what I wouldn’t give for another jump off that thing.” Her eyes almost daydreaming of the rush of jumping of the train and then hanging out wildly feeling the breeze whip around your skin, but then she narrowed her eyes realizing what she had said. It was a pretty big thing for someone to admit missing the ways of their old faction, “But… I am very content with the life I have now.” Grey said to quickly cover up her tracks. Shit… She probably can see right through that can’t she?
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Post by Mara A. Dyer on Jul 9, 2014 22:41:14 GMT -5
mara dyer words - x notes - fixed the coding! and go ahead with clea, she's an open book A PERFECTLY CONSTRUCTED ALIBI The Abnegation girl seemed relatively happy I dropped the subject on her switching fractions. It was too many days in the year that I actually said something right. Usually on a daily basic I would say something they didn't like and their loud voice would scream in my ear and I would return a favor. Maybe I would gather a new friendly face to say hello to in the mornings on the way to work. I hadn't really had time to make many friends since I usually pile myself wall to wall with work to keep my mind of my family. Personally, I wasn't caught up with the values of the selfless fraction. If they were allowed to have friends and make time to see them was beyond my mind. I wish I knew. "Well yes, it would make a fine conversation. If I may, who is your sister? I could pass on a ‘hello’ for you if you’d like.” Oh Clea. Either she made a name for herself in Abnegation doing a bunch of good deeds or we just look so similar it's scary. "My sister's name is Clea Dyer. She transferred maybe, 5 years ago." I nodded reassuring myself. Time flies fast. I couldn't believe it was five years ago. It felt like yesterday when she tole me she loved me before her choosing ceremony. "Believe it or not, we used to do makeovers." I laugh remembering how bad I was at makeup when I was younger. All my tips are from her. "I miss it, but it's a rather childish activity." I don't think she would be allowed to wear makeup now, much less even own it. I brought it up a long time ago at a visiting day and she told me she didn't squaller in such activities for vain people. It stung. But deep down I knew she missed it. How could she change so fast? People do change, but more slowly.
I drop the pen from my hand and let it roll down the clipboard into my stomach. It seemed to me as well as her we were going to chat for away considering she knew my sister and she seemed friendly enough. Catching the pen I placed it behind my ear and hugged the clipboard with my papers too my chest.
“I’d say that abnegation seemed a bit more” She searched for the right words to say. Wasn't it easier to just say the truth? “uh, sincere in their ways of life. Pulled me in I guess.” I shrugged, not agreeing or disagreeing with her. "I guess that's truth if that sort of life style appeals to you. I find it a bit, hmm , vague." I don't really know how it does, but I decided to return the answer. "I picked Candor because I was tired of the "Mara, you're an idiot." comments. It's not that simple but it's all I can say without going all crazy on you." Erudite was for the bright, I was bright but my lamp was lit with less light so to say. My results said Candor but so many things pulled me in different directions. But in the end I realized I had to make this choice for me because it was my life, not anyone else's.
“Good, I will remember that next time.” I laugh at this. Pointing with my thumb to the end of the hall I speak, a little cheer in my voice. "You're lucky it's me. The other guy is the yelled - boy do I know that." Of course I knew. He kinda pissed me off always barking orders and yelling at people. So I acted in a sort of undercover defiance that annoyed him but wasn't enough to get my in trouble. I could thank Clea for those tricks.
I got her name right. I could tell by the way she smiled she didn't mind being called by her old nickname. It was probably bringing back childhood memories. “Haha, yes. I would be she.” The girl started to get more relaxed, understanding it wasn't my job to kick her ass, and that she already fell on it. It was nice this girl wasn't a hard core Abnegation because those people are so dull. It's hard to have a conversation with people who barely talk. “I was quite rowdy wasn’t I?... Oh, what I wouldn’t give for another jump off that thing.” I almost spoke but I stared at her, my smile a little less visible then it was before. Just my looking at the shock on her face from what can out of her mouth was enough for me to know she wasn't happy. Confessing you missed your birth fraction was big. That's going against the whole fraction over blood motto. I decided not to ponder on the though because the lack of good novels to read were lacking and I was going to send in a complaint soon.
Huddy's face searched for something to say something and just blurred something random out. “But… I am very content with the life I have now.” I didn't say anything at first just raising my eyebrows and biting my lip. She tried to cover up her tracks but it made her foot prints off to the side noticeable. (Don't ask, I learned the quote during initiation) The horror in her eyes made me guess she knew she was busted. There is no way out of being busted, especially by a Candor. I made a ticking sound with my teeth and shaking my head. "Oh Huddy, don't you know better then to lie in front of a Candor?" I half smile, the left side of my lip rising to meet my eye.
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Post by Grey A. Hudson on Jul 10, 2014 14:15:14 GMT -5
"My sister's name is Clea Dyer. She transferred maybe, 5 years ago." Mara said nodding as if it were an old memory. "Believe it or not, we used to do makeovers." "I miss it, but it's a rather childish activity."
Grey recognized the name immediately and quickly gathered up the resemblance between the two girls as if a puzzle were just pulled together. Grey first met Clea in her initiation week after she had to be pulled off of another transfer when she started a fight with them. It was Clea who Grey had to report to --- and let’s just say it wasn’t a great first impression and she could feel disappointment from both Clea and her peers. Clea was one of the first people in Abnegation to notice that Grey did not quite belong and suggest that she should shape up. Clea wasn’t bad though, she actually gave Grey a lot of tips and advice to help her adjust to life in abnegation. Grey appreciated that about Clea more than anything. Even though she could see right through Grey, she still tried to help her. Grey was actually quite surprised to hear that Clea was a make-up fanatic as a child and it made her laugh silently to herself, “The innocence of a child.” Grey simply said, “If we all lived like children, maybe we all wouldn’t be so afraid to show who we actually are. There's nothing wrong with being childish every now and then.” Grey watched Mara fiddle with the pen and clipboard and slightly wondered if Mara knew that she would need it back sooner or later --- but Grey was in no hurry at all. "I guess that's truth if that sort of life style appeals to you. I find it a bit, hmm , vague…. "I picked Candor because I was tired of the "Mara, you're an idiot." comments. It's not that simple but it's all I can say without going all crazy on you."
Grey nodded and started feeling uncomfortable. It seemed that Mara didn’t buy any of it. “Yes, that would be tough. I think you chose perfectly though Mara, you seem too compassionate of a person to have your nose stuck in a book all day anyways.” Grey put up her hands in surrender chuckling nervously, “It would drive me crazy too.”"You're lucky it's me. The other guy is the yelled - boy do I know that." “Oh yes,” Grey said nodding enthusiastically, “I know all too well.” Grey did deliveries all too frequently to Candor since everyone else seemingly opted out but her. She had met so many ecstatic Candor in her day. Mara was one of the first in a long time that didn’t want to drive her to want to hurt something/someone. "Oh Huddy, don't you know better then to lie in front of a Candor?" Mara said with a crooked smile rising on her face
Replying I could see the smile fade on Mara’s face and my throat closed in fear in comparison. I didn’t really know how to reply and I still tried to keep my face calm and relaxed. Breathing in and out. Would she do anything about it? Which I’m sure she could. Even though the abnegation hardly ever kicked out members, it was still possible and I already had a few strikes under my belt with some older officials. “Please, Mara” Grey said with pressed lips, pleading almost, and a whisper in her voice so that only Mara could hear her, “You and I both know that I am as content as I could possibly be.” Because being factionless would be like going through hell and back for Grey. If Grey were that, she would be nothing, nobody. But she couldn’t ask Mara not to tell anyone, because as a Candor it would automatically obligate her to tell someone. Because holding information would be another form of lying. This was what worried Grey.
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Post by Mara A. Dyer on Jul 10, 2014 15:36:19 GMT -5
mara dyer words - x notes - it's perfect, sounds like clea A PERFECTLY CONSTRUCTED ALIBI Her face showed with recognition of my sisters name. I wasn't quiet sure if it was the look of good representation or quiet the opposite. Clea did have the tendency to give off a bad impression but I shouldn't be talking. Most Dyer's do, except for Theo. Theo was the good boy, always doing what he's told. What a good boy, probably off to being the best scholar Erudite has ever known. How could I stay and try to amount to what he set himself up to do? I was no match for him. At least in Candor I am good at what I do. “The innocence of a child.” Grey simply said, “If we all lived like children, maybe we all wouldn’t be so afraid to show who we actually are. There's nothing wrong with being childish every now and then.” Shaking my head in agreement I click the heals of my shoes together, the studs on then shining in the artificial hallway light. They contrast so differently compared to plain shoes on Grey's feet. "It's crazy how much people can change under the influence of something like society. If you got my broken up family together now it would be a clash of fractions. Being a child was much easier, or staying the same would be too." Everyone changes. I used to be very open with my opinion, probably annoying people everywhere I went but I had learned to keep it at a down low when around other fractions.
I remember her facial expressions when I told her about Clea. "Do you know her?" I ask, forgetting to say about what. 'My sister." I add for clarification. I was interested I'm how she was living her life now a days. Visiting her was too much stress on my part, and she was awfully busy. I knew no one form my family visited her. Abnegation was the last place Erudites are going to wander. My family visits me once every two months. Mallory never comes but I see Theo the most. I know he doesn't like the Fraction before Blood thing.
“Yes, that would be tough. I think you chose perfectly though Mara, you seem too compassionate of a person to have your nose stuck in a book all day anyways.” Grey made hand motions in a silly sort of way, and I chuckled a bit. I knew she wasn't really sure how to take me. Everyone learns in time. “It would drive me crazy too.” I nod biting my lip. "I actually like to read." I say. It was something Candor could never burn out of me. "Not history and algebra books but novels. This fraction lacks them, but I gave that up but not afraid to admit I have a couple." I wink. My brother gives me some good ones now and then. No one seems bothered by it so I will continue to read until they tell me to stop. It's a good way to learn how peoples untruthful lies ruin everything. It's a reminder to me about why I am here.
“Oh yes,” Grey said nodding enthusiastically, “I know all too well.” It seems we both have had interactions with the man who usually get's stuck with this post. I wouldn't blame him, he has a crazy anger issue. "At least you don't work with the guy. Maybe I will start taking this post more often. Gets me out of the office working with my rather annoying mentor." I roll my eyes and smirk at the thought of him. Attractive man but I like to work alone.
The mood dropped once she realized what she said. It was my fault for bringing up the other fractions in front of her. It's rather tempting. But in my opinion she doesn't seem like a girl who should be stuck doing deliveries her whole life. “Please, Mara” She pressed her lips together, and whispered very low. “You and I both know that I am as content as I could possibly be.” I knew she was scared that I would tell people. I wouldn't tell people but if I was ever asked I had to say it. I highly doubt it will happen but with this place you never could be too sure.
I smiled a little. Understanding she was freaking out on the inside. How I love being able to read body expressions. "Yes, as content as you will ever be." Saying this a little more to myself then to her. I think to myself what I should say. I could say many things. "How content someone can be with delivering boxes around is not any of my business." I say as my way to give her satisfaction I wasn't planning on telling anyone. "But we both know you can't hide the truth without it blowing up in your pretty face.Same with me." I say with a wink.
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Post by Grey A. Hudson on Jul 10, 2014 23:29:47 GMT -5
Grey felt Mara’s eyes look her up and down and Grey could only assume that she was being compared to Mara’s own attire. How dull and dusty Grey was meant to seem compared to Mara dressed as a diamond for her daily work. Grey liked the ability to go unnoticed at times, but it often made her feel small and unimportant. That she didn’t quite like. She nodded slowly as Mara talked, Grey never had any siblings but growing up in dauntless you were never alone. You were always running around and playing, getting dirty with bumps and bruises more like. Everyone was family in dauntless. One single moving piece of pride. "Do you know her?" … 'My sister." Mara said with her eyes lighting up in a spark of hope. “Yes,” Grey said and reached to scratch the back of her neck with a lighthearted sigh, “I had to report to her once for advising… I got into a fight once. She’s nice though, has a great reputation and from what I can tell she loves it there.” Grey usually wouldn’t let off so much about herself --- reminding other people she had been the first recorded person to ever break someone else’s nose within the faction… On purpose anyways --- however she would guess that Mara would ask more in detail again if she avoided the question, so Grey simply just put it out there. "I actually like to read." Mara replied and Grey was not too surprised to hear "Not history and algebra books but novels. This fraction lacks them, but I gave that up but not afraid to admit I have a couple." She winked and Grey reminded herself that people never completely abandoned the faction they grew up in. She was not alone in this. Grey just nodded. She was never a fan of reading, “Yea, I never paid too much attention in school. Not like i should have.” Grey kind of laughed at that because it was silly of her. She grew up thinking that the only things required for her to know was how to protect herself. That, however, came back to slap her in the face when she joined abnegation. and realized history could teach her a great deal of things. "At least you don't work with the guy. Maybe I will start taking this post more often. Gets me out of the office working with my rather annoying mentor." “Well, to be honest, I’d rather be chewed out by you than him any day” Grey chuckled, “I usually come every-other Tuesday I believe. Unless, of course, the shipments are late.” "Yes, as content as you will ever be." Grey saw Mara’s face in concentration as she thought of what to say and somehow she felt safer with Mara knowing what she knew. "How content someone can be with delivering boxes around is not any of my business." … "But we both know you can't hide the truth without it blowing up in your pretty face.Same with me." She says with a wink. Grey wrinkled her face a bit, anything was better than being factionless… right? “Well good thing I’m good with explosives then.” Grey said jokingly as if it were a lighthearted conversation—which it was really not, “But I do more than just deliver boxes.” Grey defended herself, “I still find some exciting things on the front lines. I distribute food, clothing and clean water to the factionless. Seeing what they go through and helping them with it… I feel like that could be a very rewarding experience. No matter who you are.”This was true at least. Surely abnegation wasn't the best fit for her, but it did teach her something. A lot actually.
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Post by Mara A. Dyer on Jul 11, 2014 12:25:08 GMT -5
mara dyer words - x notes - gotta love moody characters A PERFECTLY CONSTRUCTED ALIBI “Yes,” The Abnegation girl did know her. She chuckled and scratched her head and I matched her smile, “I had to report to her once for advising… I got into a fight once. She’s nice though, has a great reputation and from what I can tell she loves it there.” Interesting. It goes to show how small this world actually it. I somehow run into a girl that knows of my sister. We are all basically connect. But I wasn't surprised my sister didn't take a government job. She always believed in the littlest tasks f caring were the biggest impact. She could be right, I still remember the day she gave me her dessert. I didn't think much about it then but now I realized that was a big act of kindness for a child. "I am sorry you have to deal with her. I was with her for 14 years. She wasn't too bad but we're sisters." My voice carried to a whisper. "I used to tell on her all the time." Then I realized what she said. It took a while to register. "Waaaiiittt" I say elongating my words and my facial expressions grew bigger. "You broke my sisters nose?" I chuckle, not believing what I just heard. Trying to control myself, I was just astonished that someone actually fought in their fraction. Tapping my thumb against the hard back of the clip board I shake my head. "I was surprised at first that she picked your fraction. I thought she did it just to spite my parents. But she belongs there. It's what she does best. Helping people and annoying my folks." I laugh. There was the goody-two-shoes Theo, the spiteful yet caring Clea, the firecracker tattle tail (that's me), and the wild child Mallory and we all made up the Dyer children. I never thought people noticed me but I guess they did considering Grey knew me. I never really conversed with Dauntless. They are way to stupid for my taste, but Grey seemed like the better of the pack.
“Yea, I never paid too much attention in school. Not like i should have.” I node in agreement. Over the years I noticed everyone from different fractions had their own role in school. The Erudite children were the students who actually cared. The Dauntless were too busy being crazy and wild to notice their was school work. I never noticed the Abnegation for obvious reasons. The Candors were in change of the debate club and Amity was just Amity. I never bothered with them either. In school I only really talked to Erudite's who I had grown up with and Candors because I was basically the wanna be debate team member of the year. "I wouldn't have paid any attention if I wasn't forced too. I felt obligated, even if I wasn't meant to be an Erudite my while life." I giggled reminiscing about my old school days. "I was more of a Debate Team WannaBe. They never let me in the club."
I was talking so much about how I was I was kind of hoping she would tell me something about herself. Grey seemed like an interesting person, much more interesting then some of the Abnegation I have spoke to. “Well, to be honest, I’d rather be chewed out by you than him any day” Grey chuckled, “I usually come every-other Tuesday I believe. Unless, of course, the shipments are late.” I mood giggling with her. I always know when shipment days are because I heat the advisor half way down the hallway screaming about how much he hates his job. At least he's honest. "They have been late for awhile so maybe I should free my Thursday schedule more." I lightly punch her shoulder as a sign of humor. "He would be more then happy to give his shift away."
Grey changed the tone and boy, was I thankful for her knowing the mode was becoming to serious for me to handle right now. “Well good thing I’m good with explosives then.” She joked, trying her best to change the subject. “But I do more than just deliver boxes.” Grey defended herself, “I still find some exciting things on the front lines. I distribute food, clothing and clean water to the factionless. Seeing what they go through and helping them with it… I feel like that could be a very rewarding experience. No matter who you are.” I nodded at her defense. "It's very kind. It puts you on a good side with God if you believe in that stuff." I agree with her on that. "What is it like working with them? I don't like going my the fraction less part of the city."
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Post by Grey A. Hudson on Jul 11, 2014 17:25:25 GMT -5
"I am sorry you have to deal with her. I was with her for 14 years. She wasn't too bad but we're sisters." Mara’s voice whispered. "I used to tell on her all the time." and Grey giggled at this comment. "Waaaiiittt" Mara then said her facial expressions intending that she had just uncovered a big secret and Grey gave a knowing look in return. "You broke my sisters nose?" Mara then chuckled profoundly.
“I’m sorry. I think you misheard me Mara.” Grey put her hands up again in surrender and clarified, “During initiation I broke another initiate’s nose --- but not your sisters. No, I got in severe trouble for fighting and had to report to Clea about the fight and why I participated in it… It is suprising, I know. But Clea helped me realize the wrongs of fighting, why not to do it and the severe punishment I would receive if I happened to get in another fight.” Grey was usually calm and serine and well under pressure and with other people annoying her, however, the person who picked a fight with her in abnegation’s initiation had pushed Grey passed her limit. He knew she would crack so he pushed her until she did --- and she exploded on him really.
"I was surprised at first that she picked your fraction. I thought she did it just to spite my parents. But she belongs there. It's what she does best. Helping people and annoying my folks." Mara laughed and Grey was surprised how well she had begun to converse with a Candor --- a better social life than her own back in the monochromatic houses of abnegation. "I wouldn't have paid any attention if I wasn't forced too. I felt obligated, even if I wasn't meant to be an Erudite my while life." Mara reminised "I was more of a Debate Team WannaBe. They never let me in the club."
All Grey could do was nod some more. Even though she liked Mara as a person and felt comfortable around her --- she still had a hard time feeling open. Grey had been drilled to bits for three years not to talk about her history and personal life. It had made her forget more about herself – which automatically forced her to feel content with her life. Without talking about her needs and desires she automatically forgot about them and how to use them. All that was instinct to her was to listen politely to Mara’s story. However Grey could feel Mara waiting for her to say something about herself, “I was an only child, but in dauntless there is no such thing as that” Grey smiled genuinely, “All us kids would spend so much time together and all the community raised us together… Though my biological family was small, my dauntless family was happily overcrowded.”
"They have been late for awhile so maybe I should free my Thursday schedule more." Mara playfully pinched her shoulder and Grey automatically recoiled, then apologized, “Faction habits, sorry.” It was alright, really, Grey was a playful person at heart. But she was also used to silent greetings. Someday she missed the huge hugs dauntless always gave. "He would be more then happy to give his shift away." Grey nodded at this, “Yea, something is up with the system. Shipments are late before they even reach my office. What is your original job?”
"It's very kind. It puts you on a good side with God if you believe in that stuff." And Grey also beleived it would "What is it like working with them? I don't like going my the fraction less part of the city." Grey didn’t know how to answer that. In a way she believed in God, her parents were religious but never outspoken about it. She knew that there just had to be a higher power over them, but she didn’t completely agree with how the abnegation practiced religion. “It can be quite horrifying, actually. They get aggressive sometimes --- but I would be too if I were them.... But after the day is done you feel pretty good about it.”
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Post by Mara A. Dyer on Jul 11, 2014 21:04:31 GMT -5
mara dyer words - x A PERFECTLY CONSTRUCTED ALIBI Grey apologized, guiding me with what actually happened. “I’m sorry. I think you misheard me Mara.” I thought I did hear her wrong. It doesn't sound like Clea to start a fight. She seemed to always end the ones with Mallory and I when we were younger. But, when provoked she gets crazy. Just like anyone I supposed. I am sure I would have heard about the fight through Theo or my mother. She sometimes writes then to tell them about important things. My family never knows what happens because they all have their noses in books. “During initiation I broke another initiate’s nose --- but not your sisters. No, I got in severe trouble for fighting and had to report to Clea about the fight and why I participated in it… It is suprising, I know. But Clea helped me realize the wrongs of fighting, why not to do it and the severe punishment I would receive if I happened to get in another fight.” I nod at her store. It was hard to believe a Stiff would ever cause a fight. It's more believable then an Amity. Abnegation probably say fighting as selfish for some crazy reason. "I am sure the fight was very close to the choosing ceremony? Considering you got in a fight is very dauntless of you." I ask her leaning my hip agains the wall of the hallway. My feet begin to ache and I wished I had worn my flats.
It's actually interesting how much everyone fights. Everyone rivals against each other, even the fractions do. It's interesting how we try to avoid it but no matter what we do we have to fight. Candor is more verbal. People being lawyers and all that. I couldn't be a lawyer. Having to defend a party that's guilty isn't my style. You do the crime, you pay the price. "We fight all the time here. Not physical, more verbal." I look at her.
“All us kids would spend so much time together and all the community raised us together… Though my biological family was small, my dauntless family was happily overcrowded.” I smiled as she talked about her old family. It was obvious she didn't talk about them often. "It's different in Erudite. Everyone is nice but more into what they are studying to notice whats going one. I wish it was like that there. Everything would just be more happy" Then I look at her. "How young do kids start jumping off of trains?'
As he recoils and I frown. I forgot that she wasn't someone like me that thought of that as a friendly gesture. It was a reminder she was an Abnegation and not like that. “Faction habits, sorry.” I smile forcefully. "I am sorry. I forgot some people don't appreciate that. Maybe it's a Candor thing." I shrug it off. I still feel bad for making her uncomfortable. It wasn't my goal to make people feel uncomfortable. But she ignores and keeps talking. I guess she must be used to it. "Yea, something is up with the system. Shipments are late before they even reach my office. What is your original job?” It was true. Everything was off. But it's not that noticeable unless brought up. I didn't notice until she brought it up. "Isn't it weird. Usually it's so organized. It's not normal at all. Even people getting back to me with faxes are late." Pausing, I smile. "I am an interrogater. I basically ask people questions and I can tell when they are lying. Usually the dauntless, not trying to bash or anything. But we get a wide arrangement of people. Sometimes for petty crimes and other things besides the law." I loved my job, even though I had to share. People usually tell the truth because they know they are screwed but some people try anyways to lie.
She thinks for a moment before talking again. I couldn't imagine talking to one. That takes bravery. I had heard so many things about them being violent. They are already cast out of society so why would they try even more with the title of a criminal? “It can be quite horrifying, actually. They get aggressive sometimes --- but I would be too if I were them.... But after the day is done you feel pretty good about it.” I knew she meant it. There must be something that makes you feel good about doing community service. Maybe I would try once. Ask her to talk me on a service trip if we got to know each other more. "Have one of them attacked you before? It is interesting just to people watch sometimes. You learn a lot about people by just the way they act. Have you ever asked them why they are fraction less?" I was intrigued in her duties.
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Post by Grey A. Hudson on Jul 14, 2014 12:37:52 GMT -5
"I am sure the fight was very close to the choosing ceremony? Considering you got in a fight is very dauntless of you." Mara says and leans up against the wall, we had been standing there for a while and Mara looked like she wanted to sit down. Grey was used to standing for long periods of time, walking long distances, waiting and taking the stairs instead of the elevator. “Yes, it was my first week in abnegation… at the time I didn’t realize how...” Grey thought for a while then switched the sentence, “Even though someone may deserve a punch to the face, it is not my right to give it to them.” That was what Clea told Grey after her fight was over, after she had been sent to Clea’s office --- blood still staining her split knuckles. She didn't agree with the statement, but it was what she needed to say.
"We fight all the time here. Not physical, more verbal." Mara said looking strait though her. Grey looked back with the same expression – a challenge almost, “Abnegation fight in passive-aggressive ways. If an influential person doesn’t like you --- they spread the word to others and your chances of gaining ranks and having political influence is then shattered.” That is exactly what happened to Grey, she was stuck here in one of the most unwanted jobs in Abnegation. Not that she wanted to go into politics, but she wasn't given the chance too. Not with her reputation. That was what bugged her. Maybe the abnegation would forget about her slowly anyways – making leaving easier if that was what she would choose one day.
"How young do kids start jumping off of trains?’ Grey chuckled at this, “Once children reach their upper levels in school they start, I know when I was younger we all had to take the bus to the younger levels of school. Dauntless may be daring --- but they still have common sense to them.” Grey said in almost a matter-of-fact way.
"I am sorry. I forgot some people don't appreciate that. Maybe it's a Candor thing." Mara says and Grey feels a tad guilty for making Mara feel uncomfortable about Grey’s own uncomfortableness --- if that makes any sense. Grey just nodded, trying to change the subject. She would’ve agreed with Mara --- Candor sometimes forget to consider the tendencies of other factions, but it is not like that needs to change any.
"Isn't it weird. Usually it's so organized. It's not normal at all. Even people getting back to me with faxes are late." Pausing, Mara smiles. "I am an interrogator. I basically ask people questions and I can tell when they are lying. Usually the dauntless, not trying to bash or anything. But we get a wide arrangement of people. Sometimes for petty crimes and other things besides the law." That was when Grey started to grow tense again. She had just partially revealed to an interrogator --- a person with the power to nearly get Grey kicked out of her faction --- that she wasn’t full-heartedly abnegation. But Mara still seemed alright, calm and trusting. “Wow, that sounds... interesting. Though, I don’t think I could handle going under the truth serum myself. Candor initiation,” Grey shuddered, “Sounds like one of the worst initiations.” Grey wondered to herself, almost curious, what she would say and what her answers to various questions would be.
"Have one of them attacked you before? It is interesting just to people watch sometimes. You learn a lot about people by just the way they act. Have you ever asked them why they are fraction less?" Mara said, looking interested in her work. Then Grey remembered talking to one of the factionless – Max Price --- He seemed so confident in his choice of being factionless. “Well, I mean that’s where my dauntless roots help. They don’t attack you if you just throw food at them I guess” Grey laughed at this, a belly laugh, as she remembered how she had to chuck a can at a guy once for him to back off, “Most of them are quite proud, actually,” Grey said in return. She was not laughing now, she was thinking about Max and the factionless, “They live in communities and there is something about them that shows strength in their escaping from the faction system. They like rebels… almost.” This was of course, what Grey thought. It amused her. When she talked to her coworkers about this they seemed uninterested and telling her that the factionless were only just crazy people that would never be fixed, never fit into society. So why did they feel so entrancing? Grey felt surges of adrenaline every time she thought about taking off with them and ditching the faction system. Life seemed so less… constricting with the factionless.
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Post by Mara A. Dyer on Jul 14, 2014 16:22:51 GMT -5
mara dyer words - x A PERFECTLY CONSTRUCTED ALIBI Grey stands tall in front of me as I sway towards the wall to give me support. I wasn't used to standing this long and my feet are crying from relief from my shoes. She seemed like a strong woman, obviously doing this a lot. I remember how when I was a child, the Abnegation always let me on first from the elevator and they always got stuck doing the stairs. Simple acts of kindness nobody really noticed. “Yes, it was my first week in abnegation… at the time I didn’t realize how...” I watched as she thought for some time and changed her sentence around. It was obviously information she wasn't comfortable in sharing. I value privacy. After initiation everyone basically knew me without even talking to be before. “Even though someone may deserve a punch to the face, it is not my right to give it to them.” I knew that was what my sister told her when she had to report to her many years ago. I giggle at her comment. I vaguely remember her telling that to me in a little bit different manner when I used to get mad at Mally. "You don't have to be friends, you have to be family though.' that's was her answer to everything that ever happened between siblings. So peaceful. She could have been in Amity as well. Reading her face, I knew she didn't believe the statement and she was trying her hardest to believe it. I didn't call her out. "If that's what you tell yourself to get through the day without punching annoying people, then go right ahead." I want to punch a lot of people during the day. "I might try to remember that, might help me not make my mentor so anger with me. "I pause and smile. "I don't punch him, physically."
She took it as a challenge and I smiled a little deviously. I was always up for a good healthy debate. I remember“how the Candor-born children would sit at a table by themselves and debate about useless things until the period was over. Erudites studied and shared notes. No one ever wanted my notes. What a shame, my doodles were excellent. The artist in Amity would be jealous. "Abnegation fight in passive-aggressive ways. If an influential person doesn’t like you --- they spread the word to others and your chances of gaining ranks and having political influence is then shattered.” I tap my fingers on the board then point at her and make a hand gesture as though I realized something. "So they basically back stab you and ruin your future so you realize what you did. That's a little rough. Verbal fighting is so much easier." I sigh. "Except you can never take back what you say. I know that for sure. I have lost some friends due to things I have said cause of my mouth." My brother knew me well. Whenever I came home crying he would hug me and whisper to me. I would keep crying and cursing my mouth until he used force to calm me down. There was no way my mouth would get an smaller, no matter how many times I misused it.
Grey chuckles as my question as though she had heard it before. “Once children reach their upper levels in school they start, I know when I was younger we all had to take the bus to the younger levels of school. Dauntless may be daring --- but they still have common sense to them.” I nod my head as she states it in a stern sort of way. Not mean stern but a more I am right type of stern. Kind of how my brother used to give presentations. "I was gonna say, babies jumping off trains would be a sight to see." I giggle. "I beg to differ. Some Dauntless are reckless and with no better word, idiotic." I have seen what some of then do and it's not even brave, it's just careless.
She just nodded at my apology and I took it as though she wanted to move on. I felt bad but it always seemed to slip out of my mind that people weren't all like me. She was different, no matter how much I didn't want her to be. I found myself though our conversation wishing she hadn't chosen Abnegation and chose Dauntless or Candor instead. I knew she didn't have the same values in telling the truth as me but I just wished she has. Oh how selfish am I.
Not many people are thrilled to hear that I get locked up with criminals in a tiny room and have to talk with them for a living. I haven't met a person today that thinks that's an exciting profession out side of Candor. But it's exciting to me. “Wow, that sounds... interesting. Though, I don’t think I could handle going under the truth serum myself. Candor initiation,” The Abnegation girl shudders as though she was cold. “Sounds like one of the worst initiations.” I nod my head. "It is interesting, some people are behaved and tell me what I need to know but others still lie even though they know we know they are." I smile. The Candor initiation wasn't actually too bad. I have heard rumors about Dauntless initiation and how they have to face their fears. But that's all I have ever heard about it. Erudite's was nothing special, just research and all that. "It wasn't too bad. I mean you had to tell the truth, it's not like you really had a choice. I just embraced it. The more you say, the less you have to hide." I shrug as though it was no big deal. "The shot was a little scare, the needle was huge."
I was happy that she was interested in talking about the fraction less. They were all so interesting even though I never really wanted to go near them. One day I might have to interrogate one, which would be interesting. “Well, I mean that’s where my dauntless roots help. They don’t attack you if you just throw food at them I guess” Grey laughed a hearty laugh and I laughed with her. "Throwing food at people wasn't just something you did at school, who knew?" I never knew that food fights would come in handy if you were someone like Grey. “Most of them are quite proud, actually,” As she talked I read her eye movements and body movements. She tensed up as though she was focusing on someone that she knew or met. “They live in communities and there is something about them that shows strength in their escaping from the faction system. They like rebels… almost.” I smile a little smile. "At least they aren't alone. Even in society, I know people that are alone. Probably more alone then the fractionless are." I wondered if Grey was alone. I sometimes felt alone but not anything too bad. I knew I had my brother and friends to go too.
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Post by Grey A. Hudson on Jul 14, 2014 23:32:51 GMT -5
Mara looked really uncomfortable and sunk into the wall some more. Grey could only think of the long hours Mara would work the rest of today and she didn’t want to burden her. She also remembered that she needed that clipboard back with the signed papers on it, she gestured to the clipboard with a smile, “I can take that. Also, do you want to sit? I don’t want to be interrupting your day Mara.”Mara chuckled at Grey’s words recited from Clea and knew that Mara must’ve noticed them – sisters indeed, Grey chuckled with her. "If that's what you tell yourself to get through the day without punching annoying people, then go right ahead." I want to punch a lot of people during the day. "I might try to remember that, might help me not make my mentor so anger with me. " she pauses and smiles. "I don't punch him, physically." Grey nods, Mara knows her too well already. The bomb was ticking inside Grey and she slowly started to care less and less about the mask she’s held onto so strongly for three years. She barely registered the last of Mara’s sentence, “But maybe… you should just punch him” Grey shook her head and a fierce scowl came to her face... a quick change of heart, “I think a good fist to the jaw would be appropriate – a favor almost. And if it is you that is being bothered, how could it not be your right to punch him?” Grey then turned a fierce scowl into a delighted smile as if there was nothing contradictory about what she had just stated. Grey just decided in that moment that she didn’t care anymore, not even that she might just be weirding the hell out of Mara right now. Wow, she must think I'm a psychopath..but what the hell. Once the cat was out of the bag, there’s no stuffing it back in. Grey felt visibly reckless and serine all at the same time, two clashing identities that did not belong in the same boat. Mara seemed to understand it exactly "So they basically back stab you and ruin your future so you realize what you did. That's a little rough. Verbal fighting is so much easier." I sigh. "Except you can never take back what you say. I know that for sure. I have lost some friends due to things I have said cause of my mouth." And Grey just blurted out what first came to mind, no filter needed, “Precisely. They ruin you in such a way that you could never accuse them of doing anything without digging yourself a deeper hole.” Grey matched Mara’s gestures, surely other people could hear their conversation, “Yes, but if they were true friends they wouldn’t give a shit about what you say to them. And no, maybe not all things are needed to be said --- but people still need to be confronted one way or another. Yes.” Grey tried to hold back, she was ranting. Mara's Candor must be rubbing off on her. Deep breaths, Grey. 1…2…3…4... was all she could think now. Mara was talking but it all sounded like fuzz --- something about trains. Yes, some dauntless are stupid idiots…. “Not all though.” Grey said trying not too sound defensive. Maybe it would be best to leave soon. She liked Mara, but these conversation were melting her down and tearing away three years worth of work and molding. Her self-control was failing and she was desperate to keep it --- because I can’t, I CANNOT become factionless. I can not afford to loose it."It is interesting, some people are behaved and tell me what I need to know but others still lie even though they know we know they are." She smiles ..5….6…breathe…7…8…"It wasn't too bad. I mean you had to tell the truth, it's not like you really had a choice. I just embraced it. The more you say, the less you have to hide." 9.…10….breathe…. "The shot was a little scare, the needle was huge." Grey’s shoulders relaxed. She was back… for the time being. She now just looked tired, but her tenseness --- that odd ugliness she had just shown --- was gone… for now. She felt bad for not listening fully no Mara that was selfish of me her brain was trained to think “It is amazing Mara. I mean, how you can do that. It takes strength to just let everything go.” Grey felt a flicker of jealousy. How would it be to live with nothing to hide? Would it not be this suffocating? Grey blinked as if there were something in her eye. She did not want to have to count to 10 again. "Throwing food at people wasn't just something you did at school, who knew?" Mara found this funny as well and Grey still found herself laughing at it herself. "At least they aren't alone. Even in society, I know people that are alone. Probably more alone then the fractionless are." Grey just dazed off some more from this comment and how true it was. Mara was right, they weren’t alone because everyone accepted whatever unconfined person they were in the factionless area. “It must be nice…” to not be alone Grey partially said and then kept the rest to herself.
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