I was enjoying myself, sipping at my water while the others guzzled alcohol. I was relaxed, my back leaning against the picnic table and my legs splayed back. My water bottle hung from one hand. That's when I saw John. I felt myself stiffen, sitting up instantly. Really? She thought the kiss meant nothing? I brought my water to my lap and stared down at the shifting surfaces. I got up and switched out my water bottle for a beer. Screw everything.
ooc ;; guess who's gunna get drunk c:
Most people tried to milk their alcohol or whatever. I was drinking it like it was water. The flavor just passed me by, slipping from my mouth to my throat. I could feel whatever it was in alcohol that made it bad for you enter my bloodstream. I finished off my beer and stood up. I could feel myself frowning as I chucked the bottle aside and went to grab another. Stupid Savannah and sending me mixed signals. Kissing me and then playing around with John?
One Direction love story?
Louis was, well, shocked. He had known the whole ordeal with Delilah and had even gotten quite close with the little girl. He knew full well Niall's plea for help to Madeline three years ago to aid him in raising his daughter. He couldn't possibly hate her. "You don't mean that," he whispers softly, his frown becoming deeper and further etched into his once carefree face. "Niall loves you. You have helped him with so much. He literally can't hate you. You guys are best mates, right?" he asks quietly. He was loud once, but he had quietened, something he gained along with that maturity. "You can stay here for the night if you want company, though," he offered afterward, his expression open and polite.
I watched Savannah walk quickly into the cabin, a determined look on her face mixed with the slight hint of panic I knew all too well. I stood up and frowned and then sat back down, taking another gulp from my bottle. It's probably nothing. "Who wants to go skinny dipping?" John hollered. I agreed immediately, up to the idea of maybe drowning from my lowered inhibitions. It would get me away from Savannah, wouldn't it? I knew I wouldn't, though. Suicide was once my thing. I had the scars to prove it. They littered my wrists, waist, stomach, and thighs. It wasn't now, though.
ooc ;; where exactly should i start? just from the train?
Could I do one with self-harm, substance abuse, and bxb with you? c:
The creature I knew I was yet had no control over crawled through the night, snuffling and grunting. I caught the scent of a girl, an innocent one. I tried to battle with the wolf, but it was a losing fight. It was like trying to pull a Rottweiler by a rope leash. The wolf loped through the night, still struggling internally with me. It walked alongside the girl, hidden by the trees and the night, still sniffing to keep track of her, his piercing eyes waiting for the perfect moment.
ooc ;; haha, it's alright. can she eventually find out about the scars? i have a great excuse 
ic ;; I run past the girls' cabin to see Savannah splashing water on her face, the panicked expression on her face hasn't dissipated. I don't think much of it as I run to put trunks on. I wince as I pull my jeans down to see the scars. I try not to think of that anymore and it usually succeeds except for now. I stare at the raised ridges of skin, the slight shine they have.
The razor was warm, not cold like most people say. I stare down at it and look at the crimson mark on it. I then look down at my wrist. I was in shock and awe. It felt so good. I know that if I told anyone I would be considered different, but this felt great. i continued, the blade slicing the delicate skin. eventually, i had to move to my waist. and then my stomach.
"Alrighty, then! Let's have a sleepover that'll make you forget all about silly ol' Niall," he grinned widely, something about his entire figure instantly cheering up. He almost seemed to go back to who he once was. Louis fished around in his pocket, his tongue sticking out a little from the left corner of his mouth like in cartoons. He finally found his phone and retrieved it with relative ease. He had discarded skinny jeans for a style that was a little less flashy. He called a pizza place and ordered three pizzas, more than enough for both of them. After, he said, "You know where my movie cabinet is. You can find a minimum of five," here he looked at Madeline with a child-like intensity, "And I expect five, movies of your choice to watch tonight. I've got pillows, blankets, popcorn, and soda already," he said afterward. Spontaneous sleepovers were kind of his thing.
ooc ;; yay! c:
ic ;; I sat there, feeling awfully ashamed of my scars. It was all flooding back to me. Unwanted memories of the past looming over me. I tried to shake my head to scatter the thoughts, but they always seemed to coalesce into one cohesive being that was intent on making me remember. Well, I was now sufficiently sober. I discarded the idea of skinny dipping and pulled sweatpants on. I also donned my old bracelets, not having thought about the scars for a while. I didn't need Savannah seeing them. Or anyone else, for that matter. I walked out to see a very naked John. "Hey, John," I called. "Nobody needs to see you naked!" I sighed and grabbed a water to clear my head further and sat down on one of the picnic benches that Savannah wasn't occupying.
I look at her with a slight arc to one eyebrow, flashing a quick look down to see traditional Amity clothing. Interesting. As I return to her face, I notice her body. Or rather lack of it. I don't blink as I hold her stare, which she returns with mild success. I would never have guessed Amity out of a girl like her. Challenging and defiant. More like Erudite. I see the crowd, watching in tensed silence for my verdict. Of what, I have a couple of theories. "What is your name?" I ask her, holding my stiff posture for a while longer.
While I wait for an answer, I turn to the rest of the crowd. "Well?" I ask, a hint of aggression edging my tone. "Don't you all have a train to jump off of?" I ask. That seems to get them going as they start launching themselves off the edge of the train to the rooftop. "You stay with me when you get there. If you get there, I should say," I growl to her before hurling myself off the train and landing with only a slight stumble, running with my momentum.
I walk up to the head of the crowd and stand on the ledge of the rooftop leading to the gaping hole of concrete that contains the net. "From here, initiates, your true training starts. My name is Eric. I will be supervising your training for the next few weeks along with your different instructors, depending on what kind of initiate you are. Your Dauntless initiation starts now. If you don't jump off this ledge, you will become factionless." With that, I step down instead of my usual leap of 'faith'. I will find out the Amity's name and then I will make sure she knows that there are boundaries, even in Dauntless.
{{sorry for the sucky post. it was long, but not very advanced xP}}
The wolf chuffed slightly as she looked around, strengthening the scent for a brief second before it faded away as she resumed walking. It moved at a slower pace to keep from alerting her, but kept in sight of his quarry. He bounded forward to catch some distance and fell back a little, the perfect predator. Intelligent and ruthless.
track. i will be doing my form shortly c:
That was exactly what I was thinking! I'll link you to the thread.
Elijah self-harms. Ever since eighth grade when he was beginning high-school. Things seemed to get better for him after going to community college when he met Nate. They started to date, things should have gotten better. Like any addiction, though, it didn't stop. It just got worse and worse, consuming him in a whirlwind of blades and lighters. Of course, he doesn't think of suicide. Nate helps him with that. If he hadn't met Nate, he would be long gone. But, he did meet Nate. He understands, and doesn't try to get him to stop just supports him. Nate has his own issues, too.
That's still pretty dang creepy. I hate stalker thoughts.
When the pizza arrived, Louis stood up from where he was crouched at a cabinet near his bedroom that held all the extra blankets and sheets that weren't currently on his bed. He walked quickly over to the door with a muttered, "Coming," and opened the door to the pizza delivery man. Louis pulled out a twenty from his pocket and handed it to the man. "There you go, and thank you," the man said. "No, thank you," Louis said graciously before closing the door and balancing all the pizzas on one hand and putting them on his coffee table. He went back to the cabinet and pulled out some more pillows and a few duvets. "Cool." He dumped all of those on his sofa and went to the kitchen, getting a few two liter soda bottles of varied brands and put them next to the pizzas. He sat down next to Madeline and said, "Eat up! You're getting too skinny." He made a fake attempt to poke her stomach.
Yeah, I will certainly come back if I get my muse back c:
