Lime
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Post by Lime on Aug 5, 2012 19:55:17 GMT -5
Elle was waiting patiently for her turn, she wasn't nervous at all she was actually excited. She couldn't wait to start initiation and then get her job. She had been looking forward to this day since she was ten. Finally the day had come, she finally got to choose.
When she heard her name she walked up to the podium and got the knife, then she pressed it into her palm, trying to make the cut as small as possible. Then she walked over and put her hand over the Amity soil. That's where she was going to spend the rest of her life, and she had no regrets about her decision
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Rosamund
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Post by Rosamund on Aug 6, 2012 20:03:16 GMT -5
Page had traveled to Amity and filed into the room with the rest, stood in her spot. Even though her morning had been chaotic, even though some of it had been funny and some of it was tearful, she was now standing focused and on her game. Not even nerves caused her hands to shake or her knees to knock. The only feeling she had was consolation, knowing that she looked fierce with bare midriff, sharp nails and brand new jeans. She had watched half of her class go before her; She blew Tania a kiss goodbye as she walked to the podium to choose Erudite, she watched how they welcomed her into the fold because they expected her to stay home. She felt like she was standing under a black cloud, invisible, untouchable. She waited, and waited. Zoning in and out, ignoring the nervous aura around her as kids lost their nerves, cut their hands, making their choice. Once or twice did she look over to her parents, smiling a little smile as they gave her thumbs up. She did not even entertain the thought of staying home now- She made it impossible for herself to, she made a promise to herself and to Tania that she would see this through. They had been hurt that she wasn't staying but they passed their love and strength to her anyway. Learning how to cope and adapt to things that were previously inconceivable was a McAlister family gift. This would serve her well later on. "Page McAlister," Arthur called. Finally, it was her turn. One minute and she would be born anew. She stepped forward and accepted a knife, standing in the circle. Stones, water, earth, glowing coals, mirror. So far all were bloodied but the stones, which sat clean in a pyramid. Taking the knife in her left she looked down at her right palm and cut enough to draw blood, hands steady even as the blade bit her skin. Goodbye, Erudite. See you on the other side. Page looked over to her faction and saw that their eyes, save for perhaps Tania's, were calculating her moves, her hesitations, her expression. This podium was a petri dish to them. Under their microscope was no way to live anymore. She raised her hand and dripped over the coals, the sound of blood hitting the heat sizzling faintly. She could have feinted a hesitant choice to Erudite, like Tania suggested, but the confident action of choosing Dauntless was what brought her more satisfaction. Do what makes you happy, her mother told her, and that she would take to her grave. The sound of her blood burning and the sound of her own heartbeat between her ears was all she heard, walking calmly to join the other Dauntless initiates. She squeezed her bleeding palm closed and patiently started to wait with a group of strangers, only a few familiar to her in the end. Outfit
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Lem
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Post by Lem on Aug 6, 2012 20:55:23 GMT -5
The beginning of the ceremony passed in fast-forward for Annie. It might have been comforting to have her own faction host were she staying, but today it only added salt to the wound. When her name was called, she stepped up to the center of the room. Right away she found her parents in the crowd. The world felt quiet, like winter, when she accepted the knife from Arthur. Of course, she’d been waiting for this day a long time, and she knew the choice she had to make. But today it only felt difficult. Amity was still home to Annie, she loved it; the familiar cityscape and the smell of grass in the park. The sharp blade of the knife cut right through her skin when she slid it over her hand. She held it in a fist over the glowing coals symbolizing Dauntless before opening her palm and letting a drop of blood fall. It didn’t mix in with the blood of other initiates like the rest of the factions, but sizzled away in the heat. After handing Arthur back the knife, Annie made her way to stand with the Dauntless initiates with short brisk footsteps. She made the mistake of looking back up at her mother and father one more time; it was worse than if either cried. Her father simply looked back at her sadly, while her mother’s eyes were glued to the ground. Annie’s eyes began to sting and a lump grew in her throat, but she didn’t let a single tear escape. From now on she would have to be dauntless.
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Post by jacey on Aug 7, 2012 2:49:05 GMT -5
Jacey knew where she would go. She had made the decision when she took her aptitude test, and the time to Chose had come. She knew she was after the amity girl, Annie, and she clenched her fists in anticipation, in worry, in excitement. It was time. She heard her name called, and she walked towards the center of the room, taking the knife from Arthur. She took a deep breath, looking out into the crowd. Finding no friendly faces, her parents avoiding her gaze, she exhaled, holding her hand over the soft earth of Amity. The blade bit into her hand and in a brief flash of weakness, considered Erudite. No, Amity was where she belonged. She let her blood spill into the earth, and she sighed. Finally, peace and harmony. She'd be able to pursue knowledge quietly here, no one needed to know. Amity was her best fit.
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Post by Jess on Aug 9, 2012 19:15:50 GMT -5
Dimitri didn't feel an ounce of nervousness as he walked, head held high, to the master of ceremonies. He took the knife from his hand, watching the light bounce off the sharp, now warm metal. From where he stood, he could feel the heat radiating off of the Dauntless coals. His aptitude test had shown a 100% aptitude for Dauntless, without even an ounce of consideration towards the other factions. It was clear where Dimitri belonged.
He held the knife over his hand, his hand over the coals, and just before he pressed down and sliced, Amberly entered his mind. For the briefest moment, his eyes flickered over to Amity's earth, and almost wondered if he could belong there if it meant being with her. Dimitri sighed softly and cut his palm, listening to but not watching his blood sizzle on the Dauntless coals.
Though coming into the ceremony, Dimitri thought he was sure, he felt a pit growing in his stomach as he took his place with the other initiates. Had he just sealed his fate with Amberly?
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Post by Amber on Aug 11, 2012 17:42:46 GMT -5
{Outfit}Dominiq waited, drumming his fingers against his upper arm. The dark-haired male stood waiting with his arms crossed over his chest, green-grey eyes cast ahead at nothing. He barely registered as the names were called, and each chose their forever faction. When his name was called, Dominiq flicked his eyes to the Master of Ceremonies, then unfolded his arms and leaned away from the wall. With slow, meaningful steps, he moved to take the knife from the man's hand. Gripping the handle of the blade in his right hand, he moved into the center of the five bowls. As he stood there, he briefly wondered what would happen if he refused to choose a faction; if he let his blood drip onto the carpet instead of in one of the bowls. But no, factionless had never been an option for him. It was always Dauntless, always had been. Dominiq lifted his eyes to the crowd gathered around. His mother and sister sat together, his mother smiling warmly, and Tina looking as polished as ever in her frilly blue dress. His brother, Jacob, sat beside them, his eyes bright and eager as he watched his brother. Dominiq's father, Frederick, was absent from this ceremony, and his absence only steeled Dominiq's resolve. He brought the blade to his left palm, letting the cool metal slide into his skin. He cut, perhaps deeper than he should have, and let his blood drip and sizzle onto Dauntless's burning coals. He returned the knife to the emcee before moving to stand with the other Dauntless Initiates.
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Post by jacey on Aug 12, 2012 1:36:35 GMT -5
Karen was scared. She knew where she wanted to go, and she knew where she was meant to be. Amity, is where she wanted to be, she knew it. When she heard her name called, her watermelon pink name, she walked up the the master of ceremonies, and he handed her the knife, and she saw, a blur of colors in the group of people in front of her, and she held her hand over the Amity earth, determined to join her home faction. It was her duty to do it. She knew she'd be happy there. Sighing, she cut her palm, and, without thinking, she jerked her arm to Erudite's water, and gasped, when she realized what she had done. How could she have betrayed her family?
Tears glistening in her eyes, she let the knife slide into the officiant's waiting hand, and she walked over to the Erudite.
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Post by Sydnee on Aug 13, 2012 23:36:19 GMT -5
“Leighton Watson.”
It seemed to have taken forever to arrive at her name. The gift and curse of having a last name that started with a W. She had longer to make her decision, but longer to wait and fret over it. She saw all those who went before her as countless people her age made their decision, dropping their blood into one of the bowls and pledging their allegiance to the faction of their choice.
She was still stuck on the moment when Daniel stepped up onto the stage and dropped his blood onto the coals. The image was embedded in her mind. Dauntless? She’d never gotten that impression from him. He’d never even let on about choosing Dauntless. What was he doing? She’d never really understood his behavior but when he stepped off the stage to go stand by the other Dauntless initiates, she could only suck in a deep breath as Denise too stepped up. She went the more predictable way, choosing her home faction of Erudite.
Now, Leighton’s stomach was still churning as she stepped up onto the stage herself, taking the knife and watching as the girl who had gone before her exited the stage. Then she found herself looking back at the boy who still had yet to go behind her, the last person to choose. Was he as nervous and torn up inside as she was?
She began to walk forward, trying to hide the fact that her legs felt as if they would give out as she held the knife loosely in her hands. Approaching the bowl, she held the knife to her palm, examining the bowls before her. First her gaze landed on the soil, a reminder of home and then on the glass, a reminder of who she was. Lastly, her gaze fell to the bowl with water, already tainted red by other initiates blood, a reminder of what she wanted.
She sliced her palm, wincing slightly at the contact and pain, but her thoughts numbed it. Was this the right choice? Was going against her aptitude the wrong decision? Whatever it was, it didn’t matter because Leighton was compelled to do what she wanted, and so she did.
She rested her hand above the bowl, watching as her blood fell and mixed in with the water, swirling and blending together with the water and blood of others. It was mesmerizing and for a moment she got lost in it, wondering what her parents were thinking as she handed the knife back to the host and walked off the stage. She bit her lip in apprehension, standing next to the other Erudite initiates, her gaze shifting to Denise.
One of the Edevane twins had gone off to join the Dauntless and the other was right here with her as an Erudite initiate and Leighton knew the secret that nobody but the twins seemed to know. She almost felt as if Denise could see it on her face that she knew, but she figured she was being paranoid as she sent her a small smile and glanced up to the stage to see the last person choose. It was an Abnegation boy.
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Post by Admin Courtney on Aug 13, 2012 23:37:06 GMT -5
Last. Ashton loved his surname, but it was absolutely killing him knowing that he would be called up last in the Ceremony. He watched person after person slit their hand with a knife and Choose the faction they would live in for the rest of their life (assuming they passed initation), but it all went by in a blur. Finally, he heard his name. "And lastly, Xavier, Ashton."
With a deep breath to calm his nerves, Ashton stood up, wiping sweaty palms on the dark grey trousers he wore. By now, everyone was restless. They had had to sit through so many names, and were only seconds away from going to their new or old factions to begin initation. He wondered how many of the Chosen had had trouble with picking their faction. He wondered how many had had a similar aptitude as he. Divergent. A dangerous word, apparently. A dangerous thing to be. After learning that having an aptitude for both Erudite and Abnegation meant that was what Ashton was, he had tried to look up the word, but it was not something too easy to come across. That did not mean that he had been unsuccessful. He had finally found it in an old dictionary.
Different. That is what it meant. It meant that he was different. It meant that he was not one thing. He was two. He could even be more, for all he knew. But ultimately, it just meant different. And apparently dangerous. And it did not make his decision any easier. All too soon Ashton stood in his grey Abnegation clothes, under the watch of the entire room as they willed him to hurry up, and was handed the knife.
Without thinking, he slid the blade of the knife across his hand, flinching. It was a thin cut that would heal soon. There was no way he could lose enough blood from a cut that small to even feel the effects. Sure his hand stung, but that would not last. As a few drops of his blood found their way to the floor by his feet, and statistics about blood loss ran through his mind, Ashton knew what he had to do. He glanced over at where his parents were sitting amongst the Abnegation, and smiled apologetically. He hoped that they would understand. He hoped that they would not think him selfish for finally letting his blood drip into the water.
Once the first drop of blood hit the water, causing tiny ripples, Ashton tore his eyes from his family. They would understand. They were selfless. They would be happy for him. They might be disappointed, but they would come around.
He walked towards the group of blue-clad, spectacle-wearing individuals, who welcomed him with judging looks. He knew they were sizing him up, but soon he would prove that he was more than a Stiff who wanted to be smart. He was a selfless intellect, and the Erudite would come around to that as well.
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Post by Sara on Aug 15, 2012 19:37:49 GMT -5
Grinning, Arthur Michaelson approached the microphone a final time.
"Thank you, Ashton, this year's last to choose." He cleared his throat before continuing. "Our dependents are now initiates, diving face-forward into their new lives; they will be faced with challenges the likes of which they have never seen before, with the aid of all their parents have taught them. Though some may be leaving their roots forever - choosing faction over family, as the functionality of our society demands - it can be trusted that they will never forget the phase of their life that they leave behind today. Thank you, parents, on the behalf of this year's initiates, for all you have done in the past sixteen years. It has not gone to waste." Somewhat suddenly, his smile faded and the man's voice became grave. "To the initiates - I wish you the best of luck." And just like that, it was gone, and the man was smiling again. "That concludes this year's Choosing Ceremony. Thank you all, and have a wonderful year."
Arthur stepped down from the podium, and chatter began filling the room as it cleared. It was a new time for everyone - they were starting their lives again, whether they liked it or not.
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Post by Sara on Aug 15, 2012 20:11:09 GMT -5
SUMMARY OF EVENTS Choice by Initiate: - Nicole Arbor: E -> C
- Daniel Aspen: A -> E
- Everly Maxine Braxx: E -> D
- Augustus Derek Carter: C -> D
Skylark Rose Coleman
- Tyler Joseph Damon:C
- Daniel Joseph Edevane: E -> D
- Denise Elbony Edevane E
- Vaughn Evans: Ab
- Tania Everstean: E
- Corynne Feera: C -> E
- Constance Greeson: Ab -> Am
Allison Juniper Hardee
Alice Charlotte Harlow
Kamille Vanessa Jan
- Tobias Lee Johnson: D
- Lena Myra Orwell: E -> Am
- Elle Mattson: Am
- Page Keye McAlistair: E -> D
- Annie Metz: A -> D
- Jacey Mura: D -> A
- Dimitri Nikolayevich Krylov: D
Raxwell Phillips
Kyte Rayelia Reede
- Dominiq Michael Shaw: E -> D
- Karen Summers: Am -> E
Laurel Tanner
- Leighton Watson: Am -> E
- Ashton Xavier: Ab -> E
Number of Initiates: - Abnegation: 1
- Amity: 3
- Candor: 2
- Dauntless: 8
- Erudite: 7
Transferred Initiates: - Transfers: 15
- Non-transfers: 6
Thanks for your cooperation guys, everyone did a great job! Feel free to start RPing initiation and all that fun stuff now. I hope next year goes just as well!
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