Divergent (An Advanced Roleplay) discussion
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Apr 11, 2014 07:17PM
"Exactly. They want to have a perfect society, perfectly organized with everyone in the correct factions. That's why they have factionless. And that's why they hate Divergents."
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Her eyes opened slowly, her pupils dilating. She didn't speak for a moment, the thoughts racing through her head. "They think: 'No one should be out of line. We need to control everyone. They won't have free will, but we'll make them think they do.'" Antoinette wasn't sure how their conversation had went from fruit salad to a secret discussion about their society.
"That's exactly what they make us think. They control us, no matter what we think. And they hate the Divergent for it because they can't be controlled."
Antoinette wasn't sure what to say. All of her opinions on the topic have already been spoken, but the silence was thick and awkward. "Being Divergent must be really hard. And scary."
"I'm not sure. Maybe. I heard they're trying to kill them off. But it must be exciting too, knowing you can't be fooled by these people that are trying to control you, that you're safe from them whole you're in danger of them at the same time."
"Must be a constant adrenaline rush, or whatever it's called. But it might be confusing, never knowing who you are. For the others, who aren't Divergent, they know where they belong and what kind of person they are. As Divergent, you don't have a set answer for yourself. I guess that's one good thing about them conducting the tests." She sighed. "But after saying all of this, I still want to take the test. I want to leave Amity."
"Yeah. Me too. But with these people, you really aren't yourself. You're part of a group of people that are one in the same, but you don't have your own personality, because it is defined by your faction and only that. When you're Divergent, you may not know exactly what you are, but you still know that you are you and have your own personality, that you aren't just part of a whole."
Antoinette grinned, her small teeth with the gaps in between showing. Every single one. "What is it with you?" She laughed. "No one else is comfortable talking about this. Not even people I've known for my whole life."
"I'm from Erudite. They raise us to state the facts. It's all I know, really."
Antoinette snapped her fingers. "Ah. Now I remember." She had a feeling the conversation was over, but she wasn't sure. "Are your parents strict?"
"Nope. My dad was a fun-loving guy that rues to make learning into games for us, and my mother was a sweet, calm, and gentle person from Amity until my dad died, then she locked herself in her room. Since then, I've practically been the parent in our house."
"Interesting," Antoinette nodded, eyes closed. "You must be a very powerful person, since you've been taking care of the home for all this time."
"Not really. Since I had to take care of my brothers since they were newborn when my father died, my sisters ended up doing most of the chores. My brothers helped out once they were old enough."
Antoinette crossed her legs, shaking her toes around in her shoes. She wasn't good at staying still."My mother and father have always been there for me. That was nice, but they think I'm weird. They're obsessed with nature and happiness. In short; they are hippies."
"Aren't all Amity?" She laughed, then stopped. "I mean, the ones that are over 16, that chose Amity at the Choosing Ceremony."
"You're right about that. But, I have to say, the banjos sound okay. That's something I'll miss..a little." Antoinette shrugged, but she was lying. She loved the sound of Amity's music, but it was something she'd have to forget.
Anya knew how to look past lies, see what is true or not. She knew this girl was lying. "You'll miss the music more than a little, won't you? If you do, don't worry, I'll miss the books that I loved to read."
Antoinette scowled, rolling her eyes. "Is there anything you don't know?" She tried to stop her face from flushing, but it wasn't possible. She didn't like Anya knowing she'd miss anything about Amity. She thought it made her look weak.
"Not really." She replied. She looked at the clock again. Only 10 minutes after she looked last time.
"That's fortunate for me and everyone else around you." Antoinette mumbled, sarcastically. "No secrets allowed!"
She raised an eyebrow. "Okay, then." She sat back in her seat.
Antoinette sighed. "I'm sorry I'm so rude and weird, that's just how I am. I obviously don't belong in Amity." She felt awkward, so she desperately wanted to change the subject. "So..your siblings. What are their names?"
"It's okay. Isabella and Clarissa, well, we call her Clary, are my 14 year old twin sisters. James and Eric are my 8 year old twin brothers."
"Wow. Lots of children." Antoinette chuckled. "Not sure how I'd handle that, kids don't really like me. But I do like the name Clary..sounds like a kind of instrument or something."
"I know. I picked that nickname for her. She fits it perfectly, I think."
"Nice." Antoinette wasn't sure what to say next; her conversations didn't usually last this long. "Are you worried about the trains?? I mean, jumping out of them."
Her eyes lit up. "No way! I'm excited! Aren't you?"
"Obviously," She chuckled, and she wasn't lying. "I've skinned my knees a lot. I'm used to it."
"Me too. I can't wait!" She looked at the clock again.
"Although-" Antoinette noticed Anya glancing at the clock. "My, you must be really excited for the test."
"I AM! I absolutely cannot wait! I know I'll get Dauntless, I have to!"
"Funny; the girls in Amity seem to know what they're going to get, but they're soo nervous." Antoinette laughed. "What do those people in your faction do? Write a book about it?"
She shrugged. "I honestly don't know. I know that I don't, but I don't really pay attention to anyone else much."
Antoinette nodded slowly. "You said you'll miss the books. And I doubt this is true, but do you think they'd let you read there? Maybe? Who knows."
"I highly doubt it. I bet all they let you do is fight, train, and get tattoos. Oh well. I've memorized all of my favorite books just in case."
Antoinette pinched the bridge of her nose. She memorized the books? "I forgot about the tattoos. Do you want one?"
She shrugged again. "It depends." She looked at the clock one last time, wondering when the test actually was.
"Get your books tattooed all over yourself." Antoinette joked, sarcastic. "And I think the tests are at noon. Or maybe 2."
"Yeah, they'd really like that!" She thought back to when her sisters told her what time the tests were at. "How could I remember a bunch of whole books, but not what time the tests are at?"
Antoinette was going to answer before she heard the sound of the trains far in the distance. "Hey, I hope they don't come during class. I want to watch them jump."
"Me too. I watch them every day. I'm pretty sure I know what to do now."
"Let's hope it's as easy as they make it look." She chuckled. "I like their clothes."
"I hope so." She laughed with her. "Me too," she said, "well, some of them."
"The dresses are nice." Antoinette agreed. "Though, I'm not sure how they fight in them."
"I'm definitely NOT going to wear a dress. Black pants, no skirts or dresses for me. Nope."
Antoinette laughed. "You seem pretty set on your decision. I think I'll wear pants most of the time. But dresses are fun if I'm planning to piss someone off. It's hard to explain. No one thinks the girl in the dress can intimidate anyone."
She laughed. "That's so true! I like the way you think. Do you think it's almost time? I promised myself I wasn't going to look at the clock again."
Antoinette chuckled. "You know, probably only 30 seconds have passed. You're looking at it constantly."
She smiled. "Yeah, I know! But I'm SO EXCITED!"
