“The truth will set you free, but first it will piss you off.”
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Post by Mara A. Dyer on Jul 15, 2014 12:59:29 GMT -5
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“I can take that. Also, do you want to sit? I don’t want to be interrupting your day Mara.” I frown a little bit. I felt bad since she realized that I really wanted to sit. But the last thing I wanted was to go back to my work. Paperwork was not something I wanted to do. There hasn't been any people Elijah or I have had to interrogate in a week or so, so I have spent all my time organizing his unorganized files. I didn't want to tell her about my incapability to stand for a long period of time but I wasn't going to lie, I really wanted to sit with a cup of coffee and eat pastries with this girl. "I would love to sit, but if you don't mind I would love to talk these things off." I point to my shoes, and smile up at her. "They are an absolute pain to stand in for long periods of time. And you aren't keeping me from anything important. Just paperwork." I start to hand her the clip board and papers, but recoil it back. "I almost forgot to sign it!" I scribble my fancy signature on the paper. Mara A. Dyer was printed in black ink on a straight line. Then I hand it to her.
Grey chuckled, knowing I recognized my sisters words. She had a nice laugh. A laugh that made you want to laugh right a long side with her. I have only met a few people with that laugh. A good hearty laugh that seems to sparkle. I don't know if I had a nice laugh, I like I could like a dying cat. But Theo has a nice one. As nice as a person's laugh can be. “But maybe… you should just punch him” Her competition quickly changed to a devious scowl as she talked. Every inch of her face taken through the emotion. It seemed to me she was at war with herself. Not being about to show your true emotion was some what of a hard thing. Grey was a rowdy girl hidden under a mask of dull. “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?” Her fire wasn't going to be extinguished. All she can hope is to be covered by a shade until someone decides to take the covering off. "Yes, I would like to punch him, but what good would it do for me? In a sick sort of way I have a debt to pay to him. And I know he would punch me right back. An eye of an eye will leave everyone blind." I sigh. "We all have the power to hurt people. And everyone have different ways of it. You get back on people how you act. I do it by what I say. But sometimes, I would rather get punched in the face then have them tell me themselves. Let the fist do the talking."
At that moment I wonder how she would react to that.
She agreed. I knew I was right, Everyone has a way to get back at people. Even the Abnegation are cruel in their own way. One day it's all going to blow up and we aren't going to know how to stop it, “Precisely. They ruin you in such a way that you could never accuse them of doing anything without digging yourself a deeper hole.” She matched my crazy hand gestures. I found it interesting. I always talk with big hand gestures. I couldn't tell if she was mocking me or just getting into the conversation. But by her intense stare in her eyes, I was sure she wasn't. "It's a twisted game, that takes a lot of thinking to find a loop hole. I wonder how far someone would take it..." I would imagine very far. No matter who you are, there is still selfish in you. It's human nature. I am always tempted to lie, but I must go against it. There's always temptations to be a coward or be a fighter in a war, but we all try to fight against it. “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.” Now that was something I could relate too. I felt like I was rubbing off on her just a little bit. It's amazing what people can do. "You think like me. I would rather know the truth and cry then be lied to and smile. It's a quality I wish everyone would realize they need. Being truthful can be not only for Candor's. What's a friend if they lie to you. There is no future in that."
I couldn't help but noticing Grey seemed unfocused, having a war with herself. I tried to ignore it as she wasn't really paying attention to what I was saying. “Not all though.” She defended herself. I nod. I have met a few dauntless that don't seem to over their heads. But that's very rare. "I guess everyone has a different perspective on the word bravery." Some think it as doing stupid stuff that could get you killed. Other's think of the bigger picture. I wondered what type of bravery that Grey was in Dauntless. According to the test she was meant to be an Abnegation. But I don't want to think about how unhappy she is. Your fraction is supposed to make you happy. Candor makes me happy.
“It is amazing Mara. I mean, how you can do that. It takes strength to just let everything go.” I giggle, it wasn't that great. It felt nice to be praised like that. Sometimes people need to know that what they do in honorable. It keeps them on the right path. "I would say the same thing to you. Giving up everything for other's is something I wish I had the guts to do." I rub my fingers, looking down then back up again. I looked for the right thing to say. "If you believe in something enough, I guess it's easier then doing it all on your own."
I smile a little as she trails off with her thoughts. “It must be nice…” I knew I wasn't alone. My family was here for me and so were other people I have meet on my path of life. Sometimes I feel that I can only count on myself. I didn't want to think about that. "Are you alone, Grey?" I pause. "Because , you're too nice of a girl to be." I don't know why I feel comfortable in saying all this. I never really was a sentimental type. But I feel like she needs a friend. I need one too.
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Post by Grey A. Hudson on Jul 20, 2014 19:42:53 GMT -5
"I would love to sit, but if you don't mind I would love to talk these things off." Grey made a motion that said a mere ‘please, go ahead’ to Mara. "They are an absolute pain to stand in for long periods of time. And you aren't keeping me from anything important. Just paperwork." Mara started it back and Grey was about to say something but Mara beat her to it "I almost forgot to sign it!" Mara then signed and handed it back to Grey. “Thanks.” She simply put. "Yes, I would like to punch him, but what good would it do for me? In a sick sort of way I have a debt to pay to him. And I know he would punch me right back. An eye of an eye will leave everyone blind." Mara sighed. "We all have the power to hurt people. And everyone have different ways of it. You get back on people how you act. I do it by what I say. But sometimes, I would rather get punched in the face then have them tell me themselves. Let the fist do the talking."Grey didn’t know how she would react to it either, in fact Grey just kinda shook her head in disappointment at herself and massaged her temples, “I know… I just…” Grey growled and then chuckled as if the subject were funny. What was she doing? “I just needed to get it off my chest. I knew it would be safe around you to say that.” Grey smiled friendly. She looked normal again, “I needed it.” She reassured herself. Wow, Mara must think she’s quite the insane abnegation-type, and who knew? Maybe Grey was just as insane as the other abnegations but just in a different way. But Mara understood, or seemed to at least. She was so sweet ad understanding of a problem that Grey hadn’t even fully put out there. "It's a twisted game that takes a lot of thinking to find a loop hole. I wonder how far someone would take it..." Mara could only imagine how far people could take it. Grey knew, Grey knew all about it. You wouldn’t think the faction made for the selfless were also full of the power-hungry. "As far as to get them to the top of the city.""You think like me. I would rather know the truth and cry then be lied to and smile. It's a quality I wish everyone would realize they need. Being truthful can be not only for Candor's. What's a friend if they lie to you. There is no future in that." Grey nodded in exact agreement, “Yes.. Well maybe. I’d hope most people would have the same ideals about it. I believe in the good middle line of things, however. Just saying the things that are needed to be said --- not everything like some of the Candor. Sorry.” Grey thought like Mara, but maybe not that extreme. She didn’t mean to sound insulting, but Grey was just trying to get back onto stable ground – back to her ‘faction’ way of thinking--- because she was still unsteady and apologetic about her earlier freak-out. "I guess everyone has a different perspective on the word bravery." Grey sighed with a smile, “We sound very reckless, I know. But we’re different when you get to know us --- I mean them.” Grey shook her head and growled at herself once more. She was just horrible at being herself today, “They seem to only be remembered by the stupid things a few careless members do, and not the bravery they show trying to protect the city…” It was true. But then Grey remembered how her mother pointlessly took her own life and Grey tasted sour in the memory, “The rules though --- that’s why I could never be there. They’re Cruel.”"I would say the same thing to you. Giving up everything for other's is something I wish I had the guts to do." Grey shrugged, giving up everything you owned seemed like a less kind of impressive thing to Grey, but she nodded in agreement instead ."If you believe in something enough, I guess it's easier then doing it all on your own." Mara was sounding very philosophical and open-minded. Grey appreciated this. Grey waited in silence when Mara finally spoke "Are you alone, Grey?" … "Because , you're too nice of a girl to be." Grey just laughed at this. She didn’t know how to answer, she didn’t even know the right answer. So grey just played it smart and took the question literally, looked down the hallway to her left to see a few people, then to her right to see a few more and then back at Mara, “Well it seems there are people all around me, Mara.” She knew it wasn’t the answer Mara was looking for, but what the hell?
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Post by Mara A. Dyer on Aug 9, 2014 15:24:02 GMT -5
mara dyer notes - finally got this in!! A PERFECTLY CONSTRUCTED ALIBI
Grey gave me the go ahead by waving her arms to me. I smiled gratefully and bent down to unstrap my heals. Quickly my fingers laced the small silver buckles to unstrap them. I kick my foot up one by one to take of my heels. I looked at her as though I was waiting for a reaction. "I hope you don't find this rather odd." I giggle a little, putting my shoes in one hand hanging down by the straps. "I used to have to sneak taking my shoes off when I was in the office but after three years they got used to it." I smirked a little devious smile as though it was a little secret about someone in school. Sometimes I wish I could go back when no one expected anything from you. But the fraction diversity was so great I liked how I could talk to whomever. “Thanks.” She said and I nodded.
She seemed confused, as though she just did something she would rather have not done. I watched as she sighed and massaged her temples nervously. Maybe she wasn't used to all the talking and it gave her headache. I knew that wasn't the case though. “I know… I just…” Grey growled and chuckled and a confused expression matched them. It was no secret Grey was awkward with herself, not being able to understand if she was a true Abnegation. It was as though she wasn't but trying to hide something but I let it go. Normally I would have asked but I wanted to keep my new friend and confronting her about it now wouldn't be a good way in keeping her. One day I vowed I would understand how she felt even if it took years. “I just needed to get it off my chest. I knew it would be safe around you to say that.” She then changed her expression to a friendly smile. “I needed it.” Exchanging the smile I notice just how Abnegation she was, and wasn't. "I guess you trust me." I shrug, looking at her. "Which is interesting because you don't strike me as someone who trusts very easily."
"As far as to get them to the top of the city." I knew people were always greedy for power, no matter who you were. It was as though no matter what you did r cut out of your life, most people just wanted to be the best. Comeptition is human nature. We have always been attracted to pretty things and power sometimes was deceived as a pretty thing. But it was really ugly and once you got it you either basked in it's glory and wished you have never been born at all. "Thats odd, I thought Abnegation citizens were supposed to be selfless. Thats not an act of selflessness." Every fraction has its rivals. Even though we are a peaceful place, we have conflicts. As far as I know, Erudite has never really gotten along with Abnegation. My parents were very strong willed and suggested not to talk to the Abnegation. But over time, as life went on their opinions seemed to be swallowed up with their work. Plus Clea joined Abnegation, which wasn't taken too lightly with my mother and father. Fraction before blood, right? I never was one to care about fraction diversity.
Grey seemed to have opinions for a Abnegation. It warmed me to know not every person there wasn't afraid to say they had a back bone. “Yes.. Well maybe. I’d hope most people would have the same ideals about it. I believe in the good middle line of things, however. Just saying the things that are needed to be said --- not everything like some of the Candor. Sorry.” I shrug. "Thats a common opinion throughout the other fractions. I our defense, thats what we do just like the Dauntless jump off trains and the Abnegations don't show their back bones." I pause. "Well, not all." She was different and she knew it.
The Dauntless always seemed to amaze me. Their ability to risk their lives was awful and sometimes completely stupid. Their wild and reckless nature was something I don't possess, or maybe I just haven't needed too. How Grey talked about her old fraction made me have chills run down my spin. Through her wall she seemed to miss it, or miss someone. I miss my family but I don't miss my fraction. "We sound very reckless, I know. But we’re different when you get to know us --- I mean them.” My eyes widened and looked around to see if anyone was there to hear her say that. I didn't mind t but sometimes there are others that flip. “They seem to only be remembered by the stupid things a few careless members do, and not the bravery they show trying to protect the city…” That she could agree on. "That's very true. But from my side of the story, we never really see the Dauntless do anything but jump off trains and things like that." But Grey paused and I stopped my thoughts. “The rules though --- that’s why I could never be there. They’re Cruel.” That really caught my attention. By voice become sympathetic yet interested. "Rules? don't they have the same rules as all of us?"
By the look on her face, she appreciated my open minded view on everything. Smiling, I look down. I had always been open minded about everything, I think that was an Erudite trait the stuck with me. I was born with the pleasure of finding out how people worked. Some Candor's weren't very open minded. They just would sit their arguing what they thought. So much that they were blinded but what they thought was right and true actually wasn't. No everyone was truthful all the time in candor. Not everyone was selfless in Abnegation. Not everyone was brave in Dauntless. The amity not all kind and the erudite not all smart. How odd that the system valued to work has people who didn't belong anywhere.
I guess that's what factionless was for.
I heard Grey's light hearted laugh when I asked her the question. I just shook my head. She didn't know what to say. I don't think she really wanted to know what to say, because last time I checked nobody wanted to be alone. Not even the most sad or angry or mean person in the world. Grey glanced down the hallways and I followed her, watching some Candor walk down the hall, indulged in their conversation. “Well it seems there are people all around me, Mara.” She took the question smart, and I thought it was rather amusing. I matched my voice to hear soft tone. "But Grey, we both know there is a big different then being alone and actually feeling alone." I leaned in to speak to her but then straightened back up. "Not everyone is willing to accept that." There was no fighting with me. She knew I was right and I knew it too.
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