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Pulsar
- Joined
- Dec 22, 2014
- Location
- United States
Jackson looked like the typical Dauntless member. Tall, broad-shouldered, muscular, and various tattoos scattered about his upper body. Wearing a lightweight, black t-shirt with a leather jacket covering with a matching color of form-fitting pants and boots, he sported a machine gun in his hand. Being a member of Dauntless meant he helped control the security of the city. Dauntless were equivalent to the police of Chicago. It was considered a dangerous job to guard the locked, city gates. They represented the border of their home sweet home Chicago and the outside, devastated world. Nobody wanted to know what was out there. Well, Jackson did but he figured it was better left alone.
Nonetheless, he was born into Dauntless and stayed there after the Choosing Ceremony. Speaking of the Choosing Ceremony, the annual event just took place earlier this morning. It had been a handful of years since it was his time. He passed with flying colors and was now a high-ranking individual on the task force that kept watch at the gates. Some days, he would lead a patrol through the city because the highest ranked members of Dauntless trusted the young male thoroughly. It was a quiet day just like most days with only the wind creating noise. As usual, all soldiers were dead silent on the job.
Bravery and toughness were of high value in this faction. Jackson represented those values extraordinarily. On the outside, he was colder and stoic. He was a tough leader and plenty of people thought he was an asshole. He was feared and respected, a deadly combination. Outside of his job, his social life was rather limited other than various leaders in Dauntless he connected well with since their personalities were similar. By far, Jackson was the typical alpha male one would expect.
It might be impossible to see, but Jackson had a caring side and was not as hedonistic as people believed. In fact, he represented bravery by helping others in ways the average person would not. If there was a crime, he would report to the scene first despite not being on the job. He was always willing to give his life for the faction. It was instilled in him since birth. There was one issue he faced daily, though. Well, it should not be a negative issue but Jackson was bothered every day. This was the topic of a certain member of the Amity faction of all things.
See, Amity farms were located near the fence. Some areas were as close to the fence as possible. During the past few months, Jackson had been watching a certain male from this faction. They made eye contact almost daily but never even exchanged a word since Jackson had to upkeep his persona. He wondered if the male was young enough to have switched out of Amity or if he was still present after the day. The male was just arriving at his post and eager to search for his friend though he was terrified of someone noticing.
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Days ago, Chase Adams was a member of Abnegation. A great deal of stress was loaded into his mind before the aptitude tests started. His parents were Abnegation-born and obviously remained in the faction at eighteen. His older sister was two years removed from her Choosing Ceremony and eighteenth birthday so she was already working on becoming a prominent member of the justice system with their parents. Though faction was supposed to be valued over blood and the choice of faction was an individual selection, Chase knew his family wanted him to stay in Abnegation to keep the tradition going. Other factions were frowned upon, especially Dauntless. His father never stopped talking about those “rebels”.
It was fine, but there was only one opinion he cared about. That opinion belonged to a beautiful, blonde girl of the same age, Beatrice Prior. Tris- as he called her. It was a cute nickname he had given her years before that he utilized when they were alone. They had been in a secret relationship for years. Being a member of Abnegation, they risked never seeing one another again if caught. Hell, this place hardly allowed two adults to be in a relationship. It was too selfish to seek out love. Most marriages were for procreation purposes to keep the generations flowing so the spirit of Abnegation never died.
Nonetheless, Tris and Chase were in love. They had taken the aptitude test on the same day and met afterwards to share results. Both were sent home early and told to have become ill from the test. However, both were classified as “divergent”. Neither knew exactly what it meant other than it could be dangerous for other people to know. The couple showed aptitudes for Abnegation, Dauntless, and Erudite. The test did not give a specific answer.
Even though they were not supposed to tell anyone the results to begin with, it was even more imperative to keep the secret now. Instead of keeping it hidden, they disclosed the information together and it showed how strong their love was. Nonetheless, Chase promised to choose whatever faction Tris chose on the choosing day: and he did. Today, they were Dauntless initiates, running to jump onto the train then leap onto rooftops. They stood with all the remaining initiates as a handful did not even jump and a couple missed the jump and were presumed dead.
Their next task was jumping into a hole from the roof. The leader did not disclose whether a net would catch them. They were already this far and Chase realized they had to take this leap of faith: together. Grabbing Tris by the hand, they stood on top of the ledge and dropped down together, flying through the air. If this was the end, then so be it. However, all those thoughts were replaced when a soft net caught their bodies and a multitude of stunned faces dressed in all-black attires watched the first jumper…. Jumpers, in this case.
Nonetheless, he was born into Dauntless and stayed there after the Choosing Ceremony. Speaking of the Choosing Ceremony, the annual event just took place earlier this morning. It had been a handful of years since it was his time. He passed with flying colors and was now a high-ranking individual on the task force that kept watch at the gates. Some days, he would lead a patrol through the city because the highest ranked members of Dauntless trusted the young male thoroughly. It was a quiet day just like most days with only the wind creating noise. As usual, all soldiers were dead silent on the job.
Bravery and toughness were of high value in this faction. Jackson represented those values extraordinarily. On the outside, he was colder and stoic. He was a tough leader and plenty of people thought he was an asshole. He was feared and respected, a deadly combination. Outside of his job, his social life was rather limited other than various leaders in Dauntless he connected well with since their personalities were similar. By far, Jackson was the typical alpha male one would expect.
It might be impossible to see, but Jackson had a caring side and was not as hedonistic as people believed. In fact, he represented bravery by helping others in ways the average person would not. If there was a crime, he would report to the scene first despite not being on the job. He was always willing to give his life for the faction. It was instilled in him since birth. There was one issue he faced daily, though. Well, it should not be a negative issue but Jackson was bothered every day. This was the topic of a certain member of the Amity faction of all things.
See, Amity farms were located near the fence. Some areas were as close to the fence as possible. During the past few months, Jackson had been watching a certain male from this faction. They made eye contact almost daily but never even exchanged a word since Jackson had to upkeep his persona. He wondered if the male was young enough to have switched out of Amity or if he was still present after the day. The male was just arriving at his post and eager to search for his friend though he was terrified of someone noticing.
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Days ago, Chase Adams was a member of Abnegation. A great deal of stress was loaded into his mind before the aptitude tests started. His parents were Abnegation-born and obviously remained in the faction at eighteen. His older sister was two years removed from her Choosing Ceremony and eighteenth birthday so she was already working on becoming a prominent member of the justice system with their parents. Though faction was supposed to be valued over blood and the choice of faction was an individual selection, Chase knew his family wanted him to stay in Abnegation to keep the tradition going. Other factions were frowned upon, especially Dauntless. His father never stopped talking about those “rebels”.
It was fine, but there was only one opinion he cared about. That opinion belonged to a beautiful, blonde girl of the same age, Beatrice Prior. Tris- as he called her. It was a cute nickname he had given her years before that he utilized when they were alone. They had been in a secret relationship for years. Being a member of Abnegation, they risked never seeing one another again if caught. Hell, this place hardly allowed two adults to be in a relationship. It was too selfish to seek out love. Most marriages were for procreation purposes to keep the generations flowing so the spirit of Abnegation never died.
Nonetheless, Tris and Chase were in love. They had taken the aptitude test on the same day and met afterwards to share results. Both were sent home early and told to have become ill from the test. However, both were classified as “divergent”. Neither knew exactly what it meant other than it could be dangerous for other people to know. The couple showed aptitudes for Abnegation, Dauntless, and Erudite. The test did not give a specific answer.
Even though they were not supposed to tell anyone the results to begin with, it was even more imperative to keep the secret now. Instead of keeping it hidden, they disclosed the information together and it showed how strong their love was. Nonetheless, Chase promised to choose whatever faction Tris chose on the choosing day: and he did. Today, they were Dauntless initiates, running to jump onto the train then leap onto rooftops. They stood with all the remaining initiates as a handful did not even jump and a couple missed the jump and were presumed dead.
Their next task was jumping into a hole from the roof. The leader did not disclose whether a net would catch them. They were already this far and Chase realized they had to take this leap of faith: together. Grabbing Tris by the hand, they stood on top of the ledge and dropped down together, flying through the air. If this was the end, then so be it. However, all those thoughts were replaced when a soft net caught their bodies and a multitude of stunned faces dressed in all-black attires watched the first jumper…. Jumpers, in this case.