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Post by Lenora C. Fitzgerald on Mar 29, 2014 20:49:20 GMT -5
“What do you mean she jumped off a train onto a building and died?” Nora looked over at the Dauntless man who was standing next to her. It was inhumane what they were doing. Completely in humane. How could they justify such a training process where their initiates were in danger of dying. They should be enriching them - not pitting them against life and death.
“I thought the Erudite were supposed to be the smart ones.” The man’s voice was gruff and Nora immediately felt threatened. Taking a step away in response to his words, she realized just how timid she was in this situation.
“Clearly,” She breathed, shaking her head and then moving forward to examine the body. They had called her in because the girl hadn’t made it, but she could tell that there was something else bothering this man. Probably the rumors that someone was manipulating the tests and causing things like this to happen all over the factions. Nora bit down on her lip as she carefully pulled back the sheet and observed the young girl. It was brutal, cuts, scrapes and bruises - a bloodied wound on her head. Undoubtedly that was what did her in - blunt force trauma to the skull. But there seemed to be nothing out of the ordinary about her. She was just another face in the crowd. Why then had someone manipulated her test results? What did the hope to gain?
“Anything?”
Nora wasn’t sure what he wanted her to tell him, “It’s impossible to tell for now. We’ll have to take the body back to the Erudite labs for further testing. I would get into further detail but-” She held her head a little higher, “Y-y-you Dauntless aren’t the smart ones so you probably would have a difficult time following the medical jargon.” With that, the Candor-born Erudite marched her blue pump-clad feet out of the Dauntless Headquarters and back into the sun of the outside world.
Back in the Erudite Sector, Dr. Fitzgerald was sitting alone at her desk. Her job was not one that was always easy - she saw countless patients that didn’t make it out alive - but this was by far the hardest thing that she had ever done. She opened the file on the young girl, trying to put together the pieces. Who would want to do such a thing? What was special about her? Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned around slightly a smiled, “The vile over there, won't you?” She asked whoever it was, hoping that they would bring it to her so she could continue on her research.
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Post by Adam T. McGinn on Apr 6, 2014 21:59:20 GMT -5
Adam McGinn, or Ghost as his fighting friends called him, found himself on the train to the Erudite sector. He had just dropped a guy unconscious, it was an easy bout and it seemed they were only getting easier but he still found his way to the hospital of course for him it was under his own power. He let Diablo, a young Dauntless with dyed red Mohawk and three lip piercings, get in a few good shots, enough to give him a reason to visit Erudite on this evening. He leaned his head against the wall of the train and smiled to himself at his life. In the past few years he had been working as a tattoo artist, with a lot of fight thrown in. That’s how he kept himself young, like he was still the sixteen year old Candor who had jumped first and finished second in his class.
In the last few weeks his fights had gotten a lot closer, most people thought it was because he was losing a step. Twenty six was very far from old age but Dauntless was a young man’s game and with each passing year there was another batch of sixteen year olds looking to steal Ghost’s spotlight. He was the best hand to hand fighter in the Pit, and each and every Friday he assured those around him that it was indeed a fact. But what these people did not know was that he was letting the fights get closer, he was letting his jaw take that extra shot so that he would have a reason to head to Erudite, to see her.
Adam timed his jump and landed in a crouch before walking with quickened pace to the medical center where he knew he could find her, even at this time of night he could find her hunched over her desk working on something. The had grown up together in Candor and if he was being honest with himself, he had been quite a jerk to her prior to their departure on Choosing Day, ten years ago. Adam had been quite the prankster and because he was so candid, many of the things he’d said were quite…well offensive. But during his initiation he had been badly hurt, he had saved a friend from slipping into the chasm and tore muscles and tendons in his shoulder in doing so. He needed surgery and the first face he saw when he awoke was Nora’s. From there a friendship had blossomed and Adam sustained it by continuously visiting her with the simplest of injuries.
He reached her office in just a few minutes; he strode in without knocking and watched her as she worked. He had a cut over his eye which was still bleeding; he had a gauze piece attached to keep it from bleeding down into his eyes. He also had two knuckles which needed to be rest because they had been dislocated. He heard her speak and he smirked, of course she knew he was there. He took a glance to his left and saw the vial she was referring to. He picked it up between his two fingers, the fingers that happened to be dislocated, and walked over to her. He placed his hand in front of her, fingers and vial in her sight. “Evening Doc. Your vial” he smiled at her and had never been so happy that Diablo had a strong jaw.
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Post by Lenora C. Fitzgerald on Apr 6, 2014 22:55:53 GMT -5
He came into the light of the ward and Nora felt herself smile slightly. Adam McGinn. His hand was outstretched in front of her, holding the vile that she had requested. For a second, her hands wouldn’t move to grab it, but then she regained control and clumsily dropped her pen and took what he was offering her, “Good evening. Why am I not entirely surprised that it’s you?” She asked, putting the vile into the test-tube holder in front of her as she spun her chair around. She knew to look for the damage that he had done and began carefully examining him.
“You know they can treat these injuries in the infirmary at Dauntless, Mr. McGinn?” She smiled slightly as she looked him up and down. She, of course, understood the reason that he often made an appearance in the Erudite Sector. And even acknowledging the fact brought a blush to her cheeks - Nora was not very comfortable with the idea of someone coming all the way just to see her, however the company was nice. A slight change of pace for the both of them when it came right down to it and Nora was happy to see him. When he appeared battered and beaten at her doorstep, she would clean him up while they caught up. It had become a sort of ritual for the both of them over the years. Whether in passing or in close contact, Nora and Adam somehow always ended up in this place. A sort of friendship between the pair of them - or at least a mutual understanding. Because even though they had chosen different paths and factions, they were bound together by their births in Candor and their childhood...however traumatizing it might have been for Nora.
Carefully she touched his hand and brought it closer to the light so she could examine it, “Who was it this time? Another i-i-” Nora realized she was stuttering and moved his hand a little closer as she noted the dislocation of his second and third metacarpals, “Another initiate?” Her grey eyes flitted up to his eye - which would undoubtedly need to be mended as well. Of course, she could have him out of here in a few minutes if she really focused, but the blonde needed a break from the paperwork. She let go of his hand and closed the file that was on the table, staring at Abigail’s name for a bit too long before she motioned toward the examination table. Nora stood up from her desk and walked in that direction as she gathered a few supplies, “Catch me up since last time, Mr. McGinn. How is Dauntless besides brutality and blood?”
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Post by Adam T. McGinn on Apr 7, 2014 17:24:29 GMT -5
He saw Nora’s smile as she recognized him and even just that small memento made the entire trip out here worth it. She hesitated but eventually took the vial, speaking as she did it. Adam smiled at her and pointed at her head. “Probably something in that brain of yours, you always were the smart one.” He paused with a chuckle. “Hell you probably got some sort of women’s intuition and hey maybe even some hope” He raised his eyebrows quickly and just as quickly regretted it. He winced in pain as he remembered his cut above his eye. “Guess I deserve that” He touched his fingers to the gauze pad, and then removed it so Nora could properly inspect the wound.
Her next quip made him laugh and caused him to grin widely at her. “Yes but our docs aren’t real docs. Plus they aint the conversationalist that you are” He winked at her playfully. Her face was already blushing red and that compliment was not going to help her. It brought a huge smile to his face to see his words cause her to react like that. Nora was so different now from the little girl in Candor, she was a grown woman and had really found her home in Erudite. But she wasn’t the only one, Adam wasn’t the same little jerk off he was before his transfer. He had grown up a considerable amount and had finally made something of himself. He was brave, braver than most of the dauntless, brave sometimes to a fault.
Nora had always had a stutter, it was something that Adam had once teased her about but now he found it extremely endearing. He pretended to be hurt by her accusation. “Excuse you, you know I have rules. Eighteen or they aint allowed to challenge me.” He paused with a smile on his face, it was a mischievous one quite like its owner. “Diablo, seriously Diablo, just turned eighteen last week. Looking to one up me already, kids these days. No respect” He shook his head at her and laughed at the notion that some punk kid would be able to take his place in the Pit. Ghost never loses. Ever. Nora quickly released his hand after inspecting it thoroughly and then closed the file she had been looking at, and done so a little too quickly. But he decided to find out why later.
He laughed softly at her question. “You know how it is, we all watching the kids kill each other. These next few weeks are slow for me, most of the faction would rather see two initiates pound it out. Hell, honestly even I prefer it sometimes. We got some good ones this year” He thought to himself of the story Jinx, one of the initiates trainers had told him, three of them got into a knife fight in the first week. Kids were getting crazier and crazier each year.
“How about you huh? Anything not extremely boring going on here?” He smiled at his own playful tone, they both enjoyed teasing the other’s faction. Knowing that their main connection was their lineage, The Candor.
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Post by Lenora C. Fitzgerald on Apr 7, 2014 22:36:40 GMT -5
Nora watched as the rambunctious gentleman pointed at her head and expressed her mental superiority to him. The blonde had a hard time keeping a straight face during his amusing flattery - Adam had never been particularly eloquent, but since he had gone Dauntless, there was more of a refined manner of his speech. He didn’t resort back to petty insults, but instead used his words in a different way entirely, “Women’s intuition is something that psychologists made up, Mr. McGinn. Personal empathy at it’s roots, if you’re curious.” He moved his eyebrows in an upward direction when he mentioned that she had perhaps been hoping to see him and she suppressed a small laugh - hope wasn’t exactly the way that she would put it, Nora liked to consider herself above such silly emotional ties to the gentleman...but she was pleasantly surprised that he was here. He took off the gauze pad and Nora bit down on her lip - yes certainly stitches or something of the sort.
As they moved toward the examination table and Adam sat down, she saw that he deliberately winked at her with his words. Immediately her cheeks stung with more blush and she was certain that she was bright red at this point, “They’re trained in combat wounds - which, judging by the gash on your eyebrow - is exactly what we’ve got here,” Of course, she already knew that it was from a fight; she had known Adam long enough to understand his way of life, “Surprised that the D-d-d-” Her fingertips were running over the skin above his eyebrow, pulling his forehead back slightly so she could see how deep the gash was, “Dauntless even converse at all. Here I thought they just grunted at one another and clubbed each other until kingdom come.” Of course, she was joking. She had the utmost respect for the other factions, despite the fact that she didn’t entirely understand their fixation on beating each other up every chance they got.
Taking a step back as she listened to him carry on about his standards, she filled a small bowl with water and then grabbed a small sponge from the table. First things first she needed to sanitize the wounds. Then - judging by the clotting of his forehead wound - she was going to have to break the skin again in order to sew him up with minimal scaring. She dropped a few splashes of the sanitization serum into the bowl and the liquid turned a bright blue in response, “Diablo. Devil? What an odd name to choose. I suppose, however, your faction has reputation to uphold. Sit.” She instructed as she brought the bowl back over to him and dipped the sponge into the solution, “Reminds me of a Candor who couldn’t wait to get himself into trouble all the time,” Grey eyes lifted from the bowl as she looked up at him, locking eyes for but a moment before she raised the sponge to his face. She listened to him talk about their newest initiates and couldn’t get the girl’s face out of her head - her pale body and twisted limbs, cuts and bruises, contusions, the way her eyes stared into space as she lay dead on the table. Sometimes she thought the Dauntless pushed them too hard, “Better be careful, they might put you out of a job, Mr. McGinn.”
He asked about Erudite and she smiled - of course he thought her life to be ‘boring.’ it was typical of the way they saw each other. Just as she failed to understand the draw of Dauntless, he failed to see the allure of Erudite, “Examinations, paperwork, working on a faster acting simulation serum. They have me perfecting a few other serums as well.” She smiled as she lifted his brow with her fingertips and dabbed along the edges of the wound with her sponge as she cleaned him. Their faces were close as she concentrated on his first injury, “Did you know anything about the girl that didn’t make the jump?” She inquired as casually as she could...which for Nora was about as casual as running into a brick wall.
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Post by Adam T. McGinn on Apr 8, 2014 21:52:23 GMT -5
Nora responded as Adam had absolutely expected her to, with a whole lot of Erudite type words that he had no mental pictures for or any idea what they could possibly mean. He nodded along with her, a big smile on her face. He blinked at her a couple times and only knew it was his turn to speak when she stopped. Apparently she had wrapped up what she had meant, the only thing that he had understood was his name. He laughed softly “Nor, Imma pretend like I have a damn clue what you just said. I’m sure it was super interesting” He tensed his hand slightly in case she decided to press down on his dislocated knuckles as a sort of punishment for him being a smart ass. He had actually understood, nope no he had no idea what she meant and she knew it. Smarts was never his thing, and he was okay with that, he had lived his life just fine with street smarts and his muscle. She was smiling at him still and he was okay with that, though her faces became more filled with concern as he pulled the gauze away. He knew it wasn’t bad but perhaps she was seeing something he wasn’t.
He smirked at her as she discussed the “Doctors” in the Dauntless. “Now what would make ya say that. I could have gotten this in the parlor, we have lots of sharp stuff in there” He laughed aloud, they both knew why he was there and there was little to no use in pretending that he was someone he clearly wasn’t. “Hey. I like the grunting, as for the clubbing, nah that was pre-war stuff. We like knives, guns and such.” She was pulling and prodding on his forehead and he was doing his best to talk and not move, which made for a funny face he was making. Like a child who knew he was doing something wrong, which in essence was the story of Adam’s life. He was a grown man with the personality of a child, granted not the child he had actually been but a child all the same.
She questioned the boys name and all he could do was smile, Diablo was weird even for Dauntless. But sometimes nicknames just spawn and they are hard to lose at that point, better to embrace them and live up to it , then run from it. He had gotten his nickname on the train the day of the choosing ceremony, he and two other candor boys had transferred, neither liked Adam. He had bullied them much like he had Nora, well as the train approached the building Adam started to feel sick at the idea of jumping. He had gotten pale and the two candor boys had commented on it, saying he looked like a Ghost. He was the last onto the roof but he was the first one off, the entire class egging him on as he stood on the ledge. He turned right before jumping and fell, his back to the ground. When he hit the nets, they asked his name and he grinned. Spoke softly but stern. “Ghost” After that he was Ghost and had beaten the hell out of both of those Candor wimps, they are both factionless now.
He sat and felt her cleaning out his wound and continued her playful jesting of him and his faction. “Yeah ya think so huh? Cant deny it actually. Always loved trouble, still do” He chuckled to himself and then went on about the initiates, they were a feisty group. No question about it. She had finished on his eye and had moved onto his hand, there faces a lot closer together than he had anticipated. He swallowed hard and then she asked about the girl, the young girl from Erudite who hadn’t made the jump. “Yeah I…I was one of the guys who was on…” He cleared his throat, unsure of how else to say it, he knew this was rough but it was all that he had. “Clean up duty. She was one of yous right, some big doc’s kid. Sweet girl, her boyfriend is a mess. Bit worried I’m gonna be pullin him out of the chasm soon” he frowned a bit, it happened every couple of years, an initiate didn’t get the right angle or misstepped when she landed. It was never fun but it was so rare the Dauntless leaders kept it as part of the first day. “Is that what that is? Her file” He pointed to the file she had shut so quickly and smiled at her. “You aint the slickest y’know?”
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Post by Lenora C. Fitzgerald on Apr 11, 2014 11:31:40 GMT -5
Nor. She liked it when he called her that. She also liked how blissfully unaware Adam was of the psychological world. Sometimes it was nice to be around someone who wasn’t a complete know-it-all. Nora had always been book smart, but Adam was a different type of smart entirely: He was street smart. Part of the reason he had ended up in Dauntless, no doubt. Her fingertips moved over the edges of the wound, wiping off more of the dried blood as she progressed, biting down ever so slightly on the corner of her lip in concentration. She treated countless patients a day, but none of them with injuries to the extent that she had seen on Adam. He was constantly coming in with some horrifying battle wound that she stitched up for him.
She laughed when he mentioned that he could have gotten the cut in the parlor, she had nearly forgotten he was a dauntless tattooer, “I sincerely doubt you fell down and hit your eyebrow upwards at 57 degree angle, Mr. McGinn.” Of course he was teasing, but the only way in which she knew how to tease back was to use her intelligence as a sort of joke around him, “That kind of injury could only be the direct result of an uppercut to your face,” That also meant that Diablo was at least as tall as Adam, but she didn’t feel the need to exhaust him with her deductive reasoning. He knew that she was intelligent and she knew that he was courageous, she felt no need in rubbing in their differences when they shared a common bond in their birth-faction, “How many tattoos have you accumulated these days?”
Knives and guns. Nora really didn’t understand them. Sure, they were necessary...but she just didn’t get it. She lived in a world where she could talk and reason her way out of anything and everything, the Dauntless always seemed to revert to force and violence. A tingle went up her spine and she knew to drop the subject in her head - it was already making her uncomfortable, “What do they call you in Dauntless, Mr. McGinn?” She had never know him as anything other than Mr. McGinn or Adam, and she had never bothered to ask until this moment when she realized that they were allowed to take completely different personas when they went into Dauntless.
“She was one of ours, yes.” Abigail Calderone’s parents were very upset about the whole thing. And - being that she worked in Medical with Abby’s father - the man had made a special request that Nora look into her death. As her superior, she had little to no choice in the matter and that was the reason she had found herself in the Dauntless compound this morning, checking out the body of a girl that should have never died in the first place. He correctly identified her file on the desk and Nora turned to look at it and then turned back at him, raising both of her eyebrows, “Someone’s curiosity is going to get them in trouble,” She breathed, but smiled at him just the same. It wasn’t a secret that she was investigating, “Yes, That’s Abigail’s file. Her parents are very upset.” She told it like it was, no flowering, no glossing over it. The Doctor and Mrs. Calderone didn’t think their daughter should have been anywhere near Dauntless, “They’re claiming Abby would have never shown aptitude for Dauntless. But it was her choice, regardless. They're still claiming foul-play,” She had finished cleaning the wound and examined it. Yes - she was going to have to open it up again and stitch it for minimal scaring. Picking up a small scalpel she looked at him apologetically.
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Post by Adam T. McGinn on Apr 15, 2014 21:15:54 GMT -5
Adam could feel her hands working around his wound, slowly but surely cleaning it up. This had become their routine, Adam would go to battle and Nora would be here waiting to help stitch him up like always. It was sad on some levels and even he knew that, but it meant he got to see her and that made it totally worth it for him. Pain was temporary but the feeling that Nora gave him would stay for long periods of time, warming him up even on the coldest of nights. She didn’t seem to be one for believing his story about slipping at the parlor but he knew she wouldn’t. He found it even cuter when she got super into what she was saying and her true Erudite shone through. How did she know the angle he had gotten hit? He would never know and he wasn’t sure he wanted to, he enjoyed the illusion that she knew all and though it always seemed to be true he knew for her it was a simple equation or fact that everyone should know. “What if it was a 67, then could I have done it?” He wasn’t even totally sure he knew what he had asked but it sounded right, sorta. Either way she may find it funny or not, both extremely possible.
He heard her next question and he lifted his arms and began to look. He had no idea, he had gotten so many over the last ten years and he had long since lost count. “Lost count, but if ya like you can countem yourself.” He wound his hands in the hemming of his shirt and pulled it up a little bit. He was messing with her, he knew it would make her blush. Lenora was the conservative type or as Adam called them Erudites. But he felt he would tease her anyway. “Or we can wait until after yous finished what you doing there?” she was still working on his eyebrow and pulling off his shirt could lead to him being stabbed in the eye.
Nora seemed to be taking in what he had said about Diablo and the weapon filled world of the Dauntless, he knew she didn’t understand they grew up in candor where the only weapon available was a well built argument or an awesome retort. Now he had knives out to wazoo and a few handguns to boot. She asked his nickname and he grinned. He shook his head slowly at the idea of telling her the story, but he decided against it. “Ghost. They call me Ghost” he raised his eyebrows, it wasn’t the most exciting name in the world but he had lived with it for so long he sometimes forget his real name. Hell if it wasn’t for Nora he probably would have forgotten that his last name was McGinn, there were a few in Dauntless who called him Adam, the majority called him Ghost. It was his persona, his lifestyle and he was okay with it, he had used the nickname to defeat his doubters and he still did that each and every Friday night.
Then the topic switched to that of the young Abby, who’s body Adam had picked off the curbside just minutes after she had fell to her death. She broken her arms on impact, trying to protect her head which was admirable to see she had tried to protect herself to the end. He had never understood why they didn’t have a net along the building, at least when the initiates were first coming to the compound, it could save a ton of lives. He nodded when she reiterated that she was one of theirs and he felt a twinge of guilt at talking about the dead girl like she was an object as opposed to a person who had lost their life. “eh I like trouble, thought we just went over this.” He smiled and nodded, before getting serious again as she explained the pain her parents were going through, Adam didn’t have kids but he could imagine the pain and difficult of getting through life after losing a child, in such a horrible manner to top it off. Her next comment confused him, foul play. Like she was pushed or like she was forced to choose Dauntless. He wasn’t sure how to phrase it but he was curious what she meant. As she realized she would have to cut him open again, he worked it out. “So they believe this nonsense about the changed tests eh? Or is they thinking she was pushed off the train? Cause I can promise ya itwas a accident, there were two kids trying to save her.”
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Post by Lenora C. Fitzgerald on Apr 16, 2014 12:38:05 GMT -5
For a moment, Nora took a step back and pressed her fingertips to her lips, trying her hardest not to laugh. Of course, to anyone except an Erudite, this would have sounded like a plausible angle of the hit, but she knew better. It was just a bit too high for the injury that he had sustained, “You would have to be about an inch and a half shorter, but yes,” the blonde giggled as she shook her head and then returned to cleaning his wound.
As soon as she saw him pulling up the edges of his shirt, she felt her cheeks sting with a blush. Nora had never been comfortable around people of the opposite sex...or with any type of sexuality in general. Undoubtedly, she felt herself attracted to males, but she wasn’t quite comfortable with the whole thing...as Adam surely knew. Her bright eyes stared down for a quick moment, watching the muscles of his stomach move along with every breath that he took. Quickly she made herself think of the muscles of the stomach, counting them in her head so she wouldn’t look like such a fool: Rectus abdominis, external abdominal oblique, internal abdonimal oblique, how much did he work out outside of his little fighting ring? Nora! She scolded herself and immediately shook away her thoughts. Immediately she brought her eyes back up to meet his and forced a smile onto her lips, “Careful. Surely you can count them for yourself. I’m hardly a qualified tattoo-appreciator,” (although there was a small part of her that would admit that Adam’s tattoos were fascinating) She breathed and bit down on her lip as she ran the surgical knife down the length of the cut, opening it back up and exposing fresh blood to the surface.
Now that it had been reopened, she had to work quickly to sew it back together. Her fingertips reached the needle and the surgical thread and she began moving to stitch his eyebrow back into one coherent piece. She was so used to calling him Mr. McGinn - the way that she referred to most of her patients that hearing him call himself Ghost was such a strange moment for her. Busily working on stitching his skin back together she nodded slightly, “A little frightening, isn’t it? Everyone goes home beaten and bruised and says a Ghost beat them to a pulp?” She smiled ever so slightly, eyes never leaving the stitches that she was putting in, “I think I’ll stick to Mr. McGinn.” The stitches were coming along nicely, his eyebrow nearly looking back together. With the advanced healing serum, he would be back together and rearing to go in no time.
Her fingertips stopped putting in stitches at about the eighth one, and she carefully knotted the string and clipped it off at the end. She remained close to him as she spoke, though, almost fearing that someone was going to hear them talking about Abigail and raise more questions, “I certainly don’t believe that she was pushed; the wounds look just the same as any other fall and there’s no bruising to suggest that she was grabbed or pushed prior to her fall. They called me in to examine the body this morning,” Taking a step back, she eyed him carefully, making sure that everything matched up, “Do you not believe it?” She asked, cocking her head slightly to the side. This had been the first time that they were claiming the changed tests had ended in death, but she had been seeing a influx of factionless initiates for the past two years.
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Post by Adam T. McGinn on Apr 20, 2014 22:48:56 GMT -5
Adam could feel her suppressing her laugh as her body shook ever so slightly and he wasn’t exactly sure why that was funny. He assumed it was more a matter of the math involved being incorrect on his end than anything else. His fears were confirmed when she explained her near laughter, in which he began laughing himself. “Yeah lots a numbas swirlin around, I’m just gonna nod and accept defeat on this one, I was fighting” his mind was still trying to do the math and it was giving him a headache.
He watched out of the corner of his eyes as her cheeks filled with red, and it made him smile. Ghost knew how good of shape he was in but making a woman like Nora, powerful and beautiful blush, was still oh so satisfying. Eventually her eyes found his again and he raised his eyebrows again, realizing that he should probably stop doing that or he would rip out his stitches. “True but I’m hardly qualified to be doin any sorts a math, you should know that” He smiled wide and smoothed down his shirt, as she placed the blade back at his eyebrow. He winced slightly as she tore his wound back open, a necessity that he could have personally done without. But he also knew this was the best way to avoid infection and a scar. He had plenty of those already so it didn’t make much difference to him.
He felt her fingers cross his eyebrow, as though they were dancing in rhythm across his forehead and sliding in and out of the skin. He could feel the tightness as the wound was closing quickly, all in all he counted like eight stitches, perhaps it was nine. He laughed at her idea of a ghost beating those to a pulp. “Well it started off as an insult so if I can scare the hell outta anyone, imma do it” He grinned and was reminded of the fearful look on the face of the young boy who had given him the nickname. He had been one of thoses that Adam made factionless during initiation. “Hmm you always so formal Nor, at least jus Adam” he knew she was almost done and though they were making this take longer than they needed to, Adam wasn’t leaving even if she finished. They had some catching up to do.
He heard her suspicions or at least her opinions on the matter of poor Abigail Calderone. He heard her question and he stopped. Did he believe it? It seemed ridiculous that someone would change the tests, he didn’t understand the benefit. You didn’t have to go to the faction you got in the test, it was your choice no matter what. “Truthful I don’t think it matters. We all gets a choice, you don’t have ta go to the faction you get. So if someones screwin wit the tests, what do they gets out of that” He didn’t get it, maybe someone as smart as Nor would get it.
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Post by Lenora C. Fitzgerald on Apr 21, 2014 22:56:54 GMT -5
He was all sewed up, his eyebrow now ready to be completely healed. Reaching over, she poured a bit of pain reliving serum into a cup and handed it toward him. It would ease the pain and quicken the healing - a concoction that she had been working on herself. Humming absentmindedly to herself, she sat down on the examination bench as well, right next to Adam as she looked out over the empty hospital before her. Sometimes it got lonely in the late nights - McGinn was a nice change of pace for the young doctor; he reminded her of another life that she had lived, but most importantly, he always seemed to want to keep her busy. She swung her blue-pump-clad feet back and forth as she sat there, kind of enjoying the silence between them.
“Maybe you could at least buy me d-d-d-” She had been about to say that he should buy her drinks or something of the sort before asking her to do something so preposterous like counting his tattoos, but she simply couldn’t get the words out and thusly gave up on the whole prospect. Rolling her eyes, she tried not to get too embarrassed about the subject matter, or the fact that she couldn’t even get her words to come out of her mouth. There was still a part of her that was the self-conscious Candor that censored herself so much she felt as if she couldn’t speak at all...at least, that was the way she felt sometimes.
He had a point, generally speaking, she was quite formal. She did so out of habit, always calling the rest of the Erudite Sector by their last names and proper titles. That was the life in the Medical Ward - there was a certain professionalism that accompanied her job, “Adam.” The name sounded foreign on her tongue - He tried to get her to use it every time he came into the Erudite sector, but she normally refused. Tonight, however, there was no one else around. She didn’t have to be the prim and proper doctor that she normally was - this was more of a house-call for her anyway, “I would say you can call me Nora, but you seem to have no problem doing so, Adam.” She laughed ever so slightly and thought about pushing him with her shoulder, but froze her body, instead.
She folded her arms over her chest as they sat there, enjoying the fact that she had someone to talk to and wasn’t alone tonight. Sometimes being alone with her thoughts - especially with the ones about Abigail Calderone - made for one antsy Nora, “But they’re making a choice based on the power of suggestion - isn’t that what it is?” Nora suddenly furrowed her brow as she thought of it. By telling these children that they could be Dauntless when they were meant for Amity or Candor was setting them up for failure. Every child wasn’t to believe that they will add up to their greatest potential, and if the test was indeed rigged, then they were being set up against the odds, “A bunch of factionless, that’s what they get.” She realized that he had a very valid point. Sometimes she was glad that she had Adam - he saw things in a different way than she did, "A bunch of factionless."
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Post by Adam T. McGinn on Apr 27, 2014 12:05:52 GMT -5
Adam could feel his as the final stitch went in that his brow was sealed up, a new scar ready to form. He took the cup from her with a smile, he sloshed the liquid from side to side, taking a sniff of it. It smelled fruity but with a hint of darkness, the medicine being masked with something to take the edge off. He grinned and then tossed it back, letting it soak the back of his throat and swallowing it all at once. He had drank worse in his days, but it still caused him grimace as he swallowed. “Nasty. Why can’t medicine taste like oj or somethin.” He watched as she took a seat next to him, pushing herself onto the table with him. The silence was peaceful, comfortable unlike with most people these two could sit in silence and the awkwardness was at the bare minimum. They were comfortable with themselves and with each other, which allowed for there to be pauses with minimal consequences.
When she spoke, he turned to listen and then she began to stutter, he found it endearing. She let the sentence hang after it got caught in her throat, never finishing it. He looked down and spun his arm, looking at one of his freshest tattoos, the Dauntless fire on his right forearm. He was getting close to having full sleeves on both arms, but wasn’t there quite yet. “Fine. All in all, I has probably got forty ish.” He paused letting it hang for a second before nudge her with his shoulder. “But I’s be more than happy to buy ya dat drink and let ya count for ya self.” He grinned as he said it, he may have said it jokingly but he knew in his heart that he would actually do it, hell he had hoped to one day.
She seemed to take his comment about formality in stride, she knew it to be true so why argue. He knew it was her job that made her that way, and he understood that, probably better than anyone. His job made him who he was, the way he spoke, the way he looked and his drive, all stemmed from his jobs. She said his name, like it was a foreign language and he laughed softly. “No maam I surely do not.” He laughed with her and it felt good, it felt real. Ghost had been quite the ass to her in their younger days and he was happy now to spend nights with her, regretting the way he had been in Candor.
He heard her response and he found his hand automatically going to his face, rubbing down his mouth and onto his chin. He wasn’t much of a thinker but his body naturally made the same motions as those who did, as he thought as hand moved methodically through his well-trimmed beard. “Yea you right. I chose Dauntless cuz I knew, but if the test had said something else, I aint sure what id done.” He thought back to his test and the big smile that crossed his face, when the woman reinforced that he was supposed to leave for the Dauntless. Nor spoke slowly when she repeated herself. “Factionless, but whats that do anybody? I don’t get it”
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Post by Lenora C. Fitzgerald on May 20, 2014 8:41:18 GMT -5
“Because, if it tasted like orange juice we would have thousands of citizens addicted to pain killers and drugs.” She muttered, trying her hardest not to laugh. Adam always had the strangest ideas about what was supposed to be in life. She found his outlook on life so different than those presented in Erudite and she was intrigued by it. Neither of them were the children they had been in Candor, but neither of them were quite the adults they were supposed to be in their respective Factions. After all, how often could someone say that they took time out of their schedule to deal with a perpetually injured Dauntless who came to visit them at the late evening hours. A tiny hint of blush rushed to Nora’s cheeks.
Forty tattoos? It was no wonder that he hardly even batted an eyelash with all these injuries. She had heard that tattoos were excruciatingly painful. Then, as if he had read her mind, he offered to take her for drinks and nudged her shoulder. Nor wanted to say yes...in fact, there was a large part of her that practically demanded that she say yes, but the analytical half of her brain outweighed her fleeting fancies, “I’m not sure the rest of the Factions would be too pleased at a Dauntless and Erudite going out for drinks.” The logistics of the suggestion were unfortunately too difficult. There would be the problem of where they would go, what people would say about them, the lawful implications...in reality, they weren’t really supposed to interact with other Factions. It was an unspoken law. Once Erudite, always Erudite.
He seemed to be considering her statement as they sat there, both staring into the darkness that surrounded them in the hospital. Nora’s thoughts were a million miles a second, trying to consider the implications of her own statement., “You see? People are very open to suggestion. Erudite, Dauntless, Candor-” She shook her head. If her test had told her to stay Candor she probably wouldn’t have made it to see her twentieth birthday. There was a slight shudder at the thought. Adam rehashed her own thoughts that had been swirling around in her head. What would someone want with a bunch of Factionless, “I don’t know.” It was the honest truth - Nora had no idea what anyone would want with Factionless...nor why they were trying to create so many. So many failures in their factions...The young doctor was getting herself involved in something vastly larger than herself...and vastly more political than she had ever wanted to be involved with, “The Factionless are a financial burden on the City...so why would someone want to create an influx? People failing initiation tests...” She had to work through it analytically, but it seemed as if she was getting no where.
Waving her hand ever so slightly as if to dismiss the thoughts, Nora leaned back slightly on the examination table, looking up at the lamp that hung from the ceiling. It was the only light in the dark room - probably the only light in the entire hospital. She was the only one she knew that worked this late, “Adam-” Looking back at him, she began smiling ever so slightly. There was something about Mr. McGinn that made her stomach feel bubbly...and that was a new feeling for Nora.
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Post by Adam T. McGinn on May 25, 2014 13:13:20 GMT -5
Ghost grinned at her and laughed softly. “You says it like itd be a bad thing” Lenora was always a different level of smart, she understood his humor but at the same time could blend in with the Erudites with no problem. She was truly amazing and was unlike anyone else in the entire city, which Adam was pretty sure what drew him to her at every turn, but they both knew better. The city was not very lenient on anything but especially about interfaction relationships. They didn’t happen, they couldn’t happen. Something as simple as two friends having a drink could rip and tear at the seams of the faction system and the leaders would never allow that, sometimes Adam was surprised they let the children interact at school together.
As those thoughts found their way through his mind, she spoke a very similar sentiment. He thought very hard about making another pass at her, making a comment about drinking in a more private setting, like his apartment. Making her blush was one thing but that would be putting himself out there, on full blast if she wasn’t interested and was just giving that reason to let him down easy. What was he thinking? He wouldn’t dare disobey the rules of the Dauntless for a girl even one as perfect for him as Lenora seemed sometimes.
Adam listened closely as she explained some of her theories, none of which explained the usefulness of the excess factionless. It was true the number was ever expanding, many Dauntless were failing out, more so than usual and unfortunately Ms. Calderone was not the first death in the last couple of years. Then she explained that the factionless were a burdren, that it distressed the city’s financial system. “What if that’s it. They, whoever they is, is trying to tear the city apart. Not a fan of the system or sumethin. Tryin to change the factions maybe. I don’t know, this whole thinking thing aint my strongest”
She looked from the light back to him and spoke his name. He smiled and returned her gaze, realizing how alone they were in this room, going through the past, present and future of their lives. “Nor..” He let her name trail off in the darkness, floating into the abyss.
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Post by Lenora C. Fitzgerald on May 26, 2014 14:38:05 GMT -5
Lenora shook her head as he offered his own insight into the situation. Adam was right - what if they were trying to tear apart the system? Make everyone believe that they’re something they’re not. It would certainly cause a chord of dissonance within the factions. Which might even lead to-
Nora stopped herself before she could venture any further into the dramatics of what that would entail. She had no valuable evidence that this was even happening. For all she knew, it was just a fluke in the system. She couldn’t make assumptions without the proper evidence - it went against her way of thinking, “I think thinking suits you.” She answered, instead, ignoring the talk of the factionless for now. She would have nights of staying at work late to contemplate what the real reasoning could be, there was no reason to do it now while she had company. Adam was rather adorable when he offered his theories - he had a different way of thinking, and that often caused him to come up with theories that - no matter how ridiculous - were much different than those Nora came up with in her own mind.
There seemed to be more she wanted to say to him. But the words were caught somewhere in her throat, stopped dead by his eye contact and the sound of her shortened name floating around in the air between them. There was something so strange about looking into his eyes. She didn’t feel shame in being the way that she was. No longer was the timid Candorian girl who once took a barrage of insults from him. Now she was something else entirely. She was a woman. An Erudite. A medical professional.
Nora was very aware at how close they now were, her heart beating in her chest as she clenched her fists. Everything was so uncertain. With all the theorizing that they had done tonight, Nor wasn’t sure what to think about the entire City. Uncertainty plagued her mind. Along with that, she was uncertain about Adam as well. A part of her wanted to see what it would be like...but the rest of her demanded that she stay away from him. He was trouble. He was Dauntless. And she was Erudite. Leaning slightly forward, she wondered if she should be doing this at all. Then, just as the thought crossed her mind, Nora’s hand slipped on the metal instrument that she had left on the observation table and she slid forward, knocking her nose into his neck. Embarrassment immediately flooded her veins - but amongst that, she realized he smelled like fire and water mixed together into one - two things that should never be mixed but seemed so utterly perfect in unison - and to Nora Fitzgerald, that was irresistible, “Oh god-” She managed, pulling herself from her entaglement and immediately standing up. She straightened the hem of her blue shirt and adjusted her white blouse, her cheeks pulsing from the blush.
NOTES; this is crap. sorry hahaha.
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