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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]Once the last jumper had joined them, a silence fell over the crowd of initiates and Ezra looked round to see that it was because a pair of Dauntless members had appeared at the head of them. One was at least as tall as he was, with dark hair and dark eyes, and the other a little shorter, though she didn't appear to be any less strong than the man next to her. "Welcome to Dauntless," announced the man, who couldn't be more than a few years older than them. "My name's Four, and this is Tris... we're your trainers for your Initiation. Follow us."

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[justify][sub][color=black]"[b]The Sole's powers?" he echoed. [i]That was definitely something new. Everyone knew about the Sole, even the Exiles that had been rotting in exile for far too long. They were the most powerful angels to exist, and if this girl--what even was her name? Something Eden the guy had said--had abilities close to that, then that would be a scary thing for either side. "You're strong then," he mused, though that might possibly be the biggest understatement of the century. Strong enough to be taken for her power. Strong enough for others to want to use her for that power. Just what exactly was she?

"It would be much easier to kill me than deal with me and the target you will have on your back." Ezra eyed her carefully, weighing his options again. That was probably true, especially if more Light Angels would be looking for her now, seeking to capture her again, and it wasn't like he had particular protest to killing anyone after the first time he'd done it. "Your concern is appreciated," he said with a smirk, "but unneeded. I'm an Exile, I've had a target on my back since I was kicked out. I'll be fine." They'd been after him since he'd been viciously stripped of his angel status, and so in return he was independently after them. The target might be bigger now, splashed with more vibrant colors for more attention, but he was used to this. Achingly used to this.

She seemed to strangely relax in his touch almost, at first, relenting to him until she suddenly tightened her fists, her burning green eyes rounding on him again, spelling her defiance. "I'm not going to thank you for killing them, because soon you'll be just like them. Treating me like a weapon once you realize who I am and what I'm capable of."

Ezra snorted. "For one, I'd like to think I'm not just like anybody. Don't generalize me and lump me in with the idiots that died very quickly once I went up against them. Secondly, using someone else as a weapon isn't really my style. Unpredictable, hazardous, dangerous. Could cost me my life. Personally I've not minded that my punishment was Exile over death and I'm going to keep it that way. Thirdly, unlike some I don't toy with shit I don't understand." His gaze dropped to her wrists, to the dark bands snaked around them, clasped tightly with promise they wouldn't come off easily. "Well, good. Let's keep them on then, I don't need you going crazy killer weapon on me." Anyone else that got to her, he was fairly certain would turn her against him at the soonest opportunity, so really this felt like the only option. Kidnapping her and keeping her in check.

For how long? He didn't know. He didn't want to dwell on it.

If he had to use her, he'd rather use her in a different way. A bargain, perhaps. If she was valuable to them, he could work something out, force their hand to be in his favor, so if in the end things went horribly he could at least be alive. Maybe. She couldn't be entirely useless, he wasn't about to drag around dead weight because he felt like it. "So? Are you coming willingly with me or am I going to have to knock you out and drag you?" he asked bluntly.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]Hi, I'm also a semi-advanced/advanced rper! I would looooooove to do a Hunger Games romance rp maybe?? I just have so many THG feelings always. It brings out the most feelsy of my plot ideas hahaha. .___. And also yay! Because I prefer playing guy characters so whooo.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]Odd name, Ezra thought to himself. Who the heck had a number for a name? But apparently that didn't seem to be the strangest around here, and he heard several other unusual ones as they were shared between initiates, as they all followed their two trainers. Four halted before a railing, gesturing below him. "The Pit, center of life here at Dauntless. You'll find people sparring occasionally, drinking, socializing, whatever. There's a tattoo place too, that might interest some of you. The dining hall is down there too. Now we're all going to come into your dorms... and explain how things are going to work here." Ezra followed them all down to an unimpressive dorm area.

"Before you ask, yes girls and guys share. Behave yourselves. Your training works like this: Dauntless born initiates and transfers will be separated because obviously it's unfair to have you working together. Tris and I will switch between training both of you. There are three stages, the first is the only one you need to worry about right now, the stage we teach you to physically fight." Four rested his hand on a bunch of piles of clothes. "Sooo... get dressed and meet the rest of us down in the mess hall."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]Ezra had found that in all his years of high school, some things never changed. Some girls were still downright horrid to each other and just when he thought they'd leave Bri alone, one of them lashed out and made her spill her water all over the place. He supposed he couldn't stopped it, but it wouldn't have been quite a believable human reaction. Pressing his lips together he looked stone-faced at the pair as they walked off again, murmuring in amusement to each other. He could still hear them from where he was, and shook his head disparagingly. Bri turned to walk away, but quickly he wrapped his hand carefully around her wrist to stop her. Gutsy, maybe, since he'd only just met her, but still.

"Before I go, are you okay? That was shitty of them." He hesitated a moment and then went on, "If you want I think I actually brought a spare sweater along so you won't have to wear a wet shirt all day." It was probably ridiculously nerdy of him to have more sweaters, but he was a slut for them. Sweater were high fashion anyway, right?

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]Whooo! Gotta love life/death scenario love stories. ;] Anyway! I have a couple ideas in mind for like setting maybe (on a mountain? Inside a mountain surrounded by forest? hahah idek) and honestly from there I just plot out action in THG organically because so much crazy stuff can happen. Would we want them in separate districts though, or the same one? c:

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]Sharing with the girls would be odd, but Ezra honestly expected stranger things from the Dauntless, so this didn't deter him much. He shrugged at Imara, noticing her discomfort. "It'll be okay... it might be weird now, but I don't think Dauntless are very shy about showing off skin." He couldn't say he was open about it either, but now was the time to adapt. Picking up two of the piles of clothes, he passed one to Imara, stripping out of his white button-up and pulling on the black t-shirt.

Making their way to the mess hall, Four nodded slowly at Tris. "I did. Hard not to take notice, when the last time a Stiff ended up here, she ended up becoming my girlfriend." He winked playfully at her. "It should be interesting to see how she does though, how she differs from us," he added, and lowering his voice, "she could be more like us than we know right now." As in, she could be Divergent. More than any other faction, Abnegation seemed to turn out the most Divergent.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]As her eyes flickered down to his hand still around her wrist, he realized he was still holding it and dropped it, a little embarrassed. He should've known the difference, given he was cold and she was warm, but part of him had hardly noticed for some reason. Get ahold of yourself, Ezra, he chided himself. "Uh, right. Let's head back to my locker quick, I reckon that's higher on our priorities list." He was probably going to prolong fetching his schedule as long as humanly possible. Returning to his locker faster than before, he accidentally dented the surface with his own fingertips as he fumbled with the lock. Hoping Bri hadn't noticed that, he opened it, retrieving the sweater inside. "Obviously I'm a little taller but it works. And black works with everything," he added, flashing a smile as he offered it to her.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]Aware it was polite to look away from people changing, Ezra finished himself and leaned against a pillar, only looking back behind him when he'd confirmed Imara had finished too. He'd left his Erudite clothes in a careless pile and picked them back up again. "Everyone's going to burn their old clothes," he said to her. "We should probably follow suit."

Four nodded solemnly. "We'll both keep an eye on her," he said. "If she is more like us during stage two, then at least she's got two of the best Dauntless looking out for her," he said wryly. "If we show favoritism though, Eric will jump on us so quick. We've got to be careful."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]Ezra nodded at Imara, understanding at once. Letting go of your old faction was difficult, of course, but by far this was the easiest form of letting go he could do right now. He'd done the biggest thing back at the Choosing Ceremony; burning his old clothes felt like nothing now. Following his fellow initiates he threw his blue clothes into the furnace, and then followed the rest of them to the mess hall.

"Now that he's not doing training, it'll be better, but better safe than sorry," Four murmured as they stepped into the mess hall. "Alright I'm in dire need of a steak or something. Let's get some food, shall we?" Wrapping his arm around Tris's waist, he grinned and kept by her side as they went to get food.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]"Uh, sure," he said quickly, turning to face his locker, fiddling inconspicuously with the dent on it. He hadn't guessed she would change right here in the hall, that was sure bold of her. He smiled to himself as he fixed the dent carefully, a single soft press of his finger making it seem good as new again. "You good now?" he asked, though he still didn't turn around out of politeness.

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]"Hello again," Ezra greeted with a small grin as Imara caught up to him and they went to get some food too. "So is it true Abnegation don't eat meat? I read about it but part of me couldn't believe it," he laughed. "In any case, there's plenty here in Dauntless."

Four scraped a steak and a helping of mashed potatoes onto his plate. "Ahhh, there's chocolate cake for dessert. Praise god." Looking back up at Tris he chuckled. "A complete asshole?" he supplied when she couldn't seem to decide just what Eric was. "A butthurt baby? A sorry excuse for an Erudite-to-Dauntless transfer?" He laughed. "Okay I should probably keep my voice down. But seriously, I hate him, but you know that already."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]"Well that explains how small you are," Ezra teased her. "You'll like it, I imagine everybody does, unless you're a very dedicated vegetarian." Finishing putting some more veggies and stuff on his plate along with the steak, he goes off with Imara to one of the emptier initiate tables. He hoped they wouldn't be too unfriendly, he wouldn't mind going through this process with more than one friend.

Going toward their usual table, Four nodded at her. "I know, I saw him come in. I'll be keeping a close watch on him. We had a couple Erudites last year in your class, and they weren't all that sketchy..." Will was one of them, and he was entirely trustworthy now. "This guy seems way more Erudite than them though. The last thing I want is another Eric walking around."

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]He turned around, smiling and nodding at her suggestion. "Yup, I'll be doing that now." He waved as she turned to leave, a little glad he got to help out after all. "No problem," he called briefly, closing his locker again, feeling a tingle of warmth in him. So rarely did he get to help people out, as what he was, so the rare times he could he cherished them, even if it didn't seem like that big of a deal. Hurrying down the hall now, he returned to the office, walking inside and offering his name to the woman behind the desk, who presented him with a schedule and a map of the school.

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[justify][sub][color=black]There was something in the way she denied calling herself strong, that made him... curious, or something. There had to be a reason behind it, though he couldn't fathom it right now. Strong and powerful were synonyms, weren't they? Unless English had entirely failed him and gone to burn a fiery death in language hell then he was pretty sure he was right... still at least to her, there was a difference, but that was him to interpret later.

It was odd though; they'd established that she was here because someone wanted to use her as a weapon and though he had no idea what her powers were and wasn't particularly keen to find out, he was aware that she was probably dangerous as a result. Her bracelets apparently kept them from being used, which meant he was ultimately safe so long as they were on, but he didn't think it was because of the bracelets, that part of him felt inexplicably warmed at her touch, at even being near to her. It was a strange sensation, and he stepped back slightly, putting a little distance between them in an attempt to be rid of the feeling.

Very strange.

"[b]More of a gentleman than your captors," he reflected back charmingly. "Right, so you'll be coming quietly, excellent." He turned, opening the office door again, waving her through. "After you, then. I know a place that should be safer than here, and a little more comfortable for stealing away mysterious [i]powerful girls." He rolled his eyes, echoing her phrasing from earlier. Ezra switched places a lot, less because he was discovered (he didn't often get hunted down so intimately) and more because he was extremely paranoid. At the moment it was an old manufacturing building that he'd turned into a living space for a, as usual, indeterminate amount of time. He doubted they'd be found for at least a day or two...

His dark eyes flicked back to hers, his expression a warning now. "I wouldn't suggest running. I have powers too and unlike yours, they're not sealed. And I could break your arm just from blocking your blow if you tried to punch me." Well. That wasn't entirely true, unless she punched as hard as he did, but he suspected she'd probably just end up bruising the hell out of her hand at the very least. In any case he could still break her arm anyway. With supernatural strength, it didn't take much effort, though at the same time he often broke things by accident because of it. It didn't matter how long he'd been like this, it was difficult to control any sort of ability, especially as an Exile. His powers had been near flawlessly controlled as an angel, but as an Exile it was harder. Like the balance inside of him had been upended, and he wasn't nearly as precise, but still effective.

"Oh," he finally said, following after her. "You can call me Ezra." He was normally reluctant to give out his name but he had the feeling she might be the type to resort to calling him insults if he didn't supply her with an actual name.

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]"Don't worry I don't discriminate against short people," Ezra grinned, grabbing a fork and knife as she looked up and down the initiate table. He followed her gaze as he began cutting his steak into pieces. "At least the unfriendly Candors are at the other table," he said. At this one, there was a boy he'd seen dressed in Amity clothing earlier, and a Candor girl and guy, but neither of them seemed as cruel as the others.

Four nodded in agreement. "I'll check his test results too." He suspected Erudite were smart enough to be good actors anyway. Looking at Tris he smiled. "Let's not worry too much about it tonight though. We get to relax a little bit before their training starts."

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[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]Yessss, I love it. Gaining trust is the best bit. ;] Especially in a game of literal death haha. Okay! We can plot it organically from there then, is that good? Let's wing it! haha

[fancypost bgcolor=; border: 0px solid white; width: 400px;][justify]Hmmm... I'll go with darkness for her if that's cool! c:

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[justify][sub][color=black]Well at least she knew there was literally no competition when it came to his own strength and hers, he'd had to have to break a limb. ...He might even feel strangely guilty about it. Okay it had been a long time since he'd felt remorse at the idea of hurting a Light Angel. At her next words, he eyed her, feeling mixed things. She couldn't fight? On one hand, she didn't look the type that could hold her own in a physical fight; on the other hand, it was funny for someone supposedly so 'powerful' to admit such a thing. "[b]Maybe you should learn," he noted. "Far scarier Exiles out there than me, and not nearly as sympathetic." It wasn't his concern though and in fact, it was to his advantage.

Following her out, he closed the door behind him (useless, but it was instinctive anyway) and mildly observed the partial wreckage of the building as the girl looked around her. Behind her at this point, he had an excellent view of the dip of her bare back, the curve of her spine until it relented to the dark fabric of her dress. Inked on it was the full glory of her tattoo, much more intricate than his, much prettier and altogether whole-looking. The feathers were interrupted by her dress, implying there was more of the ink to see, but he looked away, pressing his lips together, trying not to linger on it long. It was bad enough he was more or less taking this angel under his wing for the time being, it would be much worse if he let himself think he was remotely attracted to any part of her. Clearing his throat he stepped out from behind her as she turned to face him again.

He allowed himself a small smile as she complimented his name, nodding as she affirmed hers. Right, Violet. "Violet Eden," he recalled from what the man had said. It sounded familiar, like he [i]should know more of it, but didn't because of his own Exile and the fact that he secluded himself from the others. Maybe he ought to find out more about her... but if he could gain her trust, then surely that would come from her own lips in time. "Right let's skirt this building and get out of here. Someone's probably going to be here soon." And he wasn't keen on being seen with a girl who was apparently most wanted at the moment.

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Okay so maybe it looked like an ideal place for two misfits to hide.

The building was large, an old thing once used for some type of manufacturing, and no living soul had probably been in it for years before he walked into the place a month ago. It was however, located in the middle of the city so it made it slightly less conspicuous. Leading Violet inside, he ascended the stairs, to the top floor that he'd made liveable for the short time he'd been here. It was clean at least; no part of it looked impressive but he couldn't stand living someplace filthy. The moonlight streamed in through the floor to ceiling windows and Ezra drew the makeshift shades in front of them to block out the view, as pretty as it was, because well he valued his own life over aesthetic.

There was a couch, there was a mattress, half a dresser, and there was a bookshelf. That was pretty much it.

"Home sweet home," he said. "For now. Have a seat." He waved his hand at the couch after a moment of regarding her again. Everytime he looked at her he couldn't quite remember what exactly he was doing this for. The strategic advantage (which wasn't that great) or for the strange effect she had on him (which he denied was there)? The journey from the warehouse to this building hadn't been terribly far, but he'd come to notice she was a little injured, and where he'd taken no blows at all, he felt a little bad for her. She was freaking barefoot.

Sighing, he went one of the small side rooms he'd designated as a bathroom to fetch a cloth, adding behind him, "Anything you need? Food, drink, whatever?"

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