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Post by Lucas G. Herald on Mar 30, 2014 11:04:44 GMT -5
 When he opened his eyes everything was black. There was no sight of light wherever he was but suddenly the room brightened up, forcing him to cover his eyes with his hand. He blinked a few times, trying to get used to light. A shadowy figure appeared in front of him, approaching the boy with steady steps. As soon as the figure was close enough Lucas recognized the familiar face - it was his brother, grinning at him. Two hands closed around his neck and tightened in an instant. A gasp escaped his lips and he couldn't help but panic, grabbing the arms of his brother and sinking his nails into the flesh to make him stop. He struggled, kicking and slapping at the stone like body in front of him. His strength started to fade and exhaustion took over his entire body. Breathing was no more possible and he felt his legs going limp. He dropped his arms to his sides and for a second he thought it was over but then he felt something cold in his right hand - a gun. With all his energy that was left he lifted his forearm and pressed the point of the gun at the opponents chest - and he pulled the trigger.
His brother's body went limp, his eyes blank and he dropped to the floor. Lucas also dropped to his knees, his hands pressing against the wound. His hands were covered in blood in less than a second. Don't die, don't die, don't die, he thought. A crowd appeared around him pointing at him with wide grins on their faces. He looked up and noticed his parents being there. They opened their mouths and hundreds of different voices echoed through the room screaming at him and blaming him. The boy immediately covered his ears, smudging the blood on his face. The voices started to get louder and louder until his head felt as if it was going to explode any moment. And then everything went black and he fell - into nothingness.
With a scream and eyes wide open he jolted up, his face covered in pearls of cold sweat. The clock on his nightstand glowed in the dark, its digital screen changing from 2:29AM to 2:30AM. Just another nightmare. Even after years passed it was still the same. With a heavy sigh he swung himself out of his bed and walked to the bathroom. He stared at the small mirror in front of him and splashed ice cold water on his face until he was sure he was wide awake. He quickly changed into simple black clothing and left his room.
Long strides carried him through the dark hallways of the Dauntless headquarter to the shooting range. The blonde turned on the lights in the room and grabbed one of the semi-automatic pistols. While he loaded the gun with ammunition he walked to one of the targets in the middle and faced it. The familiar click of the gun sent a shiver down his spine, reminding him of his recent nightmare. He then lifted his arm and pointed at the middle of the target just below the chest.
His hand was shaking as he focused forcing him to steady it with the other hand. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. The Dauntless instructor emptied the 10-rounds magazine without a single break. Blue eyes stared at the gaping hole in the target where he hit it for at least a minute before he grabbed more ammunition and refilled the magazine.
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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on Mar 30, 2014 12:15:46 GMT -5
The heels of her black combat boots echoed throughout the empty halls, harsh blue eyes stared into the emptiness with only the faintest appearance of a purpose. She didn't know what time it was, how early, or how late. She lost track and she didn't care to find out. There were restless nights in store for Calista Rosangel, it had been that way ever since then. Originally the ninteen year old had every intention of heading back to her shop and thrusting herself into her work, losing her self in the burning flames as she created her works of lethal art. However, the longer she walked, the more frustrated she began to grow and she decidedly needed something more physical, something more crude and violent to distract herself.
She had woken up in a panic not too long ago. A nightmare fleeing into the darkest depths of her own subconscious. It was always the same and there were times that it felt more than a little realistic. As she walked, she held her hands out in front of her, letting her feet guide her through the familiar hallways. She stared at them, as if they were soaked in blood. She could feel it still, the burning sensation. She could feel the heat of the fire, the flames licking at her skin. She could hear her brother calling out to her. Her heart ached. She grimaced, biting her lip as she forced the memories away, but the feeling, the fear, always remained.
She found herself walking towards the shooting range, as she neared the door, she could hear the familiar sound of a gunshot, multiple gunshots. It appeared someone had the same intentions she did. Hesitating for a second, Calista wondered if she wanted to risk the chance of interacting with people. She was far from a social butterfly when she was relatively calm, but in her state right now? She shook her head. She wanted to shoot and whoever was in there wasn't going to stop her. She pushed the door open and stepped inside, barely taking note of whoever was shooting. Then she noticed the head of golden blonde hair and the familiar face. Lucas. They were in the same initiate class, granted, she was in the transfers and he was a Dauntless-born and he was also one of her best customers.
Picking up a semi-automic, she brushed her fingers along the cool metal of the barrel and down the shape in an almost caresss. She admired the craftmanship, before her fingers brushed something quite familiar on the underside of the barrel. A rose shaped imprint. She smirked ever so slightly. The gun was one of her own.
"Fancy seeing you here. Either you just really love training, or you couldn't sleep either. She said as she lifted the gun, aiming at one of the other targets. Bam, Bam, Bam . Three shots, aimed just to where the heart would have been. She felt the familiar recoil, each time she pulled the trigger, electricity seemed to rush through her veins and she turned to look at the intiate trainer.
"Hello Lucas"She said, offering one of her few friends, a rare, faint smile.
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Post by Lucas G. Herald on Apr 3, 2014 8:54:33 GMT -5
So many thoughts and questions raced through his mind causing him to feel dizzy. Arm outstretched he tightened his grip around the grip of the pistol, his index finger hovering over the trigger. He frowned, staring straight ahead. The image of his brother's dead body was one of these thoughts. The grip was so tight his knuckles turned white and his whole body tensed up. Teeth were clenched together, his jaw hardened. It was one of these nights where it was especially difficult to get a hold of his emotions when all he wanted to do was scream. Lucas pulled the trigger and snapped back to reality.
The bullet casing fell out of the gun, barely gracing the hem of his shirt before it dropped to the ground. Six more shots were rapidly fired before he rolled up the sleeves of his black sweater, exposing his bare forearms. Scattered around the pale skin were fine scars, memories of past fights and training. He brushed his thumb lightly over one near his elbow, a rather long one. It was one of the first ones he got during his very first fight which ,of course, he lost.
He didn't bother to move when he heard the door open and someone stepped inside the room. Knowing that his hand stopped trembling he dropped his left arm to his side but kept his fist clenched. Showing weakness, especially in front of others, was something he could not afford - something he would not allow. Two last bullets were released before only one was left in the chamber. By now the target at the back was punctured with holes - the chest and head area having the largest holes.
Only after he heard a familiar voice saying his name he turned around to face her, clearing his throat before speaking. "Both." he replied with a stern voice, dark eyebrows drawn together. "I guess I'm not the only one." he said, the corners of his lips turning slightly upwards. For a brief moment there was a silhouette of a smile. "What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" he asked while turning back, shades of blue narrowing at the target. The blonde lifted his arm, aiming at the head, before he pulled the trigger once again. The loud, deafening bang echoed in his ears.
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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on Apr 3, 2014 11:19:00 GMT -5
"The same as you."She said as she took aim, firing 3 more shots at the target, her blue eyes darkening ever so slightly. Her hand was trembling, her shots were slightly off, but she'd never let Lucas know that. She was much too proud. She refused to let anyone know about her nightmares about her doubt. It was faction before blood or that's what she told herself. She wanted to just block out that memory.
With a small sigh, she moved the gun into her right hand, pulling her black leather glove off with her teeth, before doing the same with the left, revealing the faint burn scars on the palms of her hands. If anyone asked, Calista said she burned her hands in her shop, but that was far from the truth. She never would have made it in Candor. She would rather jump hundreds of feet off a building into a hole(which she did) than submit herself to the truth serum. The cold, familiar metal against her skin eased the heat she felt in them. The haunting memory.
"Couldn't sleep, I was on my way to my shop but found myself coming here instead." She said, as she fired again and again, towards the head this time, leaving gaping hole in the target.
Calista gave a slight smirk. "I thought I'd be alone. You know how much of a social butterfly I am." She fired again at the stomach.
"Its nice to see my best customer. Any particular reasons for the insomnia? I'd think those initiates would be exhausting you." She said with a faint smirk. Although Calista considered becoming an initiate trainer, she realized she wouldn't be the best instructor, and she was perfectly happy running her shop. She fired again, the sound buzzing in her head. She fired again, frowning a bit as she realized she discovered she emptied the magazine, quickly reloading, the sound and feel of the gun drownin out the voices and nightmares in her head.
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Post by Lucas G. Herald on Apr 3, 2014 20:21:16 GMT -5
He enjoyed the silence after the last shot but more gun shots from his left soon interrupted. "There must be a sleep virus going around." he said, and although it was somewhat of a joke his voice was still toneless, expressing no kind of feeling. It was a riddle to solve. He shifted from one foot to the other, comtemplating whether he should get another round of ammunition or not. With a heavy sigh he carefully put the gun down placing it in front of him. The gun left red, white dot like marks on his palm from grabbing it to tight. Closing his eyes for a moment he ran his hand through his hair, turning it into a golden mess but he couldn't care less about his hair.
"You are not the only one." he replied, another sigh escaping his lips. The blonde tilted his head back, eyes focusing on a spot between two lamps. Tiny dots of green and yellow danced in front of his sight as soon as he blinked. "I have caught several initates in the past days sneaking in outside their training hours." Blue eyes travelled back and forth between her and the ceiling. He grimaced as soon as she said the word 'butterfly'. It may sound ridiculous but it was nothing he could do about - being afraid of butterflies. They aren't as pretty as they look as soon as you look closer. A light, barely noticeable shudder went down his spine. It was even more ridiculous to see a grown up boy tremble just at the thought or word of it. Well, that was probably exaggerated.
Lucas stood still when she mentioned the initiates as a reason for exhaustion. "I don't think they would be able to do that to me." he told her with a shrug before crossing his arms. Then he turned around to face her while leaning on the wooden pillar to his right. There was a silent chuckle, shoulders shaking slightly. "There is-" he hesitated, the words hanging in the air. "no specific reason." Lucas added carefully.
"I'll probably have to visit your shop soon." he quickly said at an attempt to change topics as smooth as he could. He turned his head to look directly at her. "I am missing a couple of throwing knives. Have you seen them by chance?"
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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on Apr 4, 2014 17:14:22 GMT -5
Calista smiled a bit at his joke. "Please tell me there's an antidote. Lack of sleep, hot metals and heavy machinery definitely don't mix. My shop has so far been accident free, I intend to keep it that way."She said, as she fired off enough rounds to turn the target into something resembling swiss chees, emptying the magazine once more. For a few moments, she lost herself in the chaotic and frenzied design. To some people, it was a mess, the result of violent urges and passionate assault.However, in Calista's eyes, it was almost artwork. She looked towards the gun, seeing a reflection of her icy blue eyes in its shining metal surface. She frowned a bit, turning her gaze onto another blue-eyed duo.
She smiled a bit at his mention of the initiates, remembering her own initiation three years ago. "It's not like we didn't do that, too." Calista had often snuck into the training rooms and shooting range after hours, it wasn't like she had been getting much sleep inside the initiate dorms and being immensely restless, Calista constantly tried to be productive. Besides, during the first few days, Calista lagged behind the rest, her petite frame was something easily beaten down by people much more experienced than her. Before transferring, the most she had ever done were a few school fights and going after her older sister. No amount of hair-pulling and scratching could have gotten her ready for what was waiting for her in Dauntless. Eventually, she learned to use her small, agile body to her advantage.
Calista sighed and leaned back against the table, turning her gaze towards the ceiling. She could hear the faint hesitation in his response. It was the way someone paused when they considered saying something, but changed their mind at the last second. It was something Calista noticed she did at times, too.
"More like there is, just one you don't want to tell me. That's fine by me. I didn't join Dauntless to tell the truth all the time." Secrets were something that Calista held dear; however, they were something that began to eat you alive the longer you kept them. No matter how far buried you think you have them, they always managed to fight their way back up again.
Pulling her eyes away from the ceiling, she tilted her head ever so slightly, a coy smirk appearing on her face . "Guilty as charged. They were a little worn down, I'll fix them up and get you some replacements for them soon. I was hoping to get them back before you noticed." Calista had always possessed odd affinity for weaponry, her skills in knives in particular allowed her to advance so quickly. She liked the lethal elegance they possessed, their deadly beauty. Maybe she was insane, for finding so much in common with a piece of metal.
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Post by Lucas G. Herald on May 8, 2014 7:37:06 GMT -5
"You will have to ask the Erudites about an antidote." he said chuckling silently, shoulders trembling as he stood in the dim lit room. However, just as the words left his lips he remembered where she actually came from being a transfer and all, though, he didn't feel the need to apologize so he just shrugged. Releasing his arms from being crossed over to tightly over his chest then placed his hand on the black metall of the gun beside him, fingers hovering over the cool but oddly comforting material.
Lips parted slightly he listened when Calista mentioned training secretly without official instructors back then when both of them were initiates. Being a dauntless born he had always received training from his family - his father and his brother. And even after choosing dauntless as his faction and staying there he was never really ambitious enough to even lift a finger - at least at the beginning. While on one hand he regretted choosing dauntless as his old and new faction he always ponders about what it would have been like to have changed factions and do what he wanted to but the pressure from his family was too much.
Observing an unspecific point on the wall behind the brunette he said, this time without hesitation, "Busted." his eyes shifted between the very interesting black point which looked like a hole made by a bullet piercing through the material, and her before blue eyes rested on the floor, a sigh escaping his lips. He wondered what the history behind this hole was since it was pretty far apart from the targets. Perhaps someone played around and just randomly shot at it or maybe initiates who didn't listen to what their instructors said were being punished by standing there while someone else shot. . .or maybe it was the other way round - an initiate shooting at one of their instructors to prove they can aim. Although it sounded rather foolish he took a note, saving it for later.
Admittedly he was a bit surprise as she told him she was the one who took the knives from the training room. Lucas didn't expect that. He had already blamed the initiates in his head since it wasn't really a surprise if one or two knives go missing because of them either training in secret or doing stupid things. The fair haired male nodded silently. "Just make sure to tell me next time." he reminded as he grimaced slightly. "Who knows what might happen to my initiates if I think they were the thieves."
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Post by Calista L. Rosangel on May 24, 2014 13:56:30 GMT -5
Calista tensed slightly at the mention of Erudite, but quickly forced herself to relax. Faction Before Blood. That's what she told herself, trying to get herself to forget, to move on. The images were still burned into her memory. Get it together. She told herself. She easily forced a smirk and responded "I'd rather suffer through it then deal with the point dexters and their high and mighty crap." She pictured Cassandra as she said this, that demeaning smile on her face. The way she always looked at Calista with disdain. they may have been siblings, but they were not sisters.
Calista had always struggled to make it, even before Dauntless. In Erudite, she struggled just to stay a float. It wasn't that she didn't enjoy knowledge, she liked learning and studying things, learning facts, how things worked. She was always too restless doe their liking, however. She was too bold. Too...brave. Sometimes she wondered where she would be if she stayed. Maybe if Chris was still alive, she would have. She would have given in to her family and decided to stay, to believe in her results. She would probably be in a lab right now, holding test tubes and pencils, taking notes rather than shooting targets. For some reason, she just couldn't imagine it. She sighed a bit and lifted her eyes to study his face. The distracted, mesmerized look in his eyes as he seemed to stare at something. It almost reminded her of her brother, that look he got when he saw something interesting and tried to work out ever detail of it in his head. Unravel the mystery. Her brother had always been brilliantly curious. Undoubtedly the brightest out of all of them.
Calista nodded as he told her she should have told him. She had wanted to swipe a few knives during her training, as well. However, she knew what would happen if she did. She didn't risk her rank dropping lower than it had been. Lucas had always managed to stay a float, however, he was a Dauntless-born. Unlike Calista, he had been doing this for all his life. He had been training and getting ready for all of it. The fact that Calista, a transfer, managed to get into the top 5 was a surprise in itself. Calista fought harder for it than she had fought for anything in her entire life. Dauntless had meant a new start and she wasn't going to let it slip through her fingers.
"If its anything like our trainers would have done to us, then I'm definitely sorry." She said, she reached down, into her boots, pulling out two, shimmering throwing knives. She set them on the table. "I was planning on returning them after I came here, actually. " She sighed a bit and looked up at him, her ice blue eyes steadily meeting his.
She let out a small sigh. "Are you sure you're okay?"
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