The Dauntless are supposed to be nice? Or were you being saracastic? OH WAIT YOU PUT AMITY SORRY.

And have you read Insurgent? I put it on hold in February and got it in late May. I was one of the first ones from the city to get it from the library! :D It's not as good as Divergent but THERE'S A GIANT TWIST AT THE END.

Name: Audace Torren (girl)

Age: 19

Faction: Dauntless

Family: Mom, dad, older sister

Appearance: Black hair with straight bright orange bangs (a girl in my old school had hair like this and it was pretty cool)

Personality: So rash it's stupid

TOP! Can't see Olive's post yet! 

Toppity! 

So Indigo's going to switch to Dauntless, okay? Is your charrie a trainer or some leader or what? :) No, I haven't read Insurgent. I'm looking everywhere I can for it, but it's not translated into German so I'll have to find some English bookstore and see if they have it... I can't wait to read it! Isn't there a third book, too? Or has it not come out yet? And I think they're going to make a movie out of Divergent (which I just reread). I know I'm crazy, but I loved it so much that after I finished it, I decided to read it again. :D 

By the way, Olive, does Insurgent mention much about how the main headquarters (or whatever you call it) of Amity looks like? Otherwise I'll make it up. :D 

I guess I'll start. I mean there are only two of us but this will die otherwise. I think I'm going to make an advertising thread to advertise this. :) I hope I understood your description of Amity right. 

Indigo-  

I walk out of the "cool off" room like I've done so many times before. This time it's for yelling at someone in public. Sometimes I don't understand this peacefulness. I mean, it feels safe but it also feels like you're waiting for something, like everyone is holding their breath and waiting for something to happen. But what could happen in the peaceful Amity faction? (Sarcasm) 

Dad hugs me when he picks me up with our old truck. He's not particularly happy with me, but it's normal to hug people here. I remember asking Mom why I had to hug Timothy Bruce when I was seven. I told her that he stank. She told me that it's a nice, friendly gesture to embrace people. She also mentioned that other people might think that I stink. That had never occurred to me so I went quiet. 

"Indigo, you really need to watch your temper." Dad is soft-spoken so to people who don't know him might think he's just saying this but he's scolding me in his own way. 

"Sorry." I mumble, not taking my eyes off the road ahead of us. We are getting closer to the city. It shocks me how dirty it seems.

"It's okay, Sweetie, you'll learn to act better during your initiation." There it is again. My parents have been hinting the same thing for weeks. They keep saying things like "we know that Amity is made for you" or "you'll learn a lot during your initiation". Aren't I suppose to choose myself? But where else would I go? I can't imagine myself anywhere else. When I take my test, I'll find out which place I'm made for. Probably Amity. Maybe. The closer I get to school, the less sure I am.

"Bye, Indigo. I hope everything goes well." I hug Dad before I step out of the car. Some kids from Abnegation walk by in their bulky, gray outfits. They're quiet and say nothing. I used to think they couldn't talk. Now I know better.

"HEY INDIGO!" Someone almost knocks me down as they give me a huge bear hug. I have a feeling I know who it is. Cherry Peters is dressed in a short yellow dress with a bow on the front. It seems just a little too tight. "Aren't you excited! I am! This is going to be great. Where do you think you'll go? I think I'll stay here although..." Nobody I know is like Cherry. She's loud, giggly and one of the nicest people on earth (after you get over her hyper-overexcitedness). Usually when I'm worried she can make me get over it but today is different. Today is probably the biggest day of my life. Aptitude Tests. 

*

We're all sitting in the cafeteria at a table, laughing and giggling to try to forget what's about to happen. Around us are all the other 16-year-olds in the school. Some Candors are speaking really loudly - saying what's on their mind is what they call it. I call it insulting people. They're dressed in black and white, the colors of their faction.  

I look down at my sleeveless red flowered dress and think about how hard it would be to give up all the color in my life.

Names are called. People go into the rooms. People come out, all looking sick.

"From Amity: Indigo Mallivont and Cherry Peters." We both stand up and squeeze each other's hand for good luck. I don't hear the rest of the names. I'm too nervous.

We go into a hallway where there are ten doors. I go into room eight. The walls are covered in mirrors and somewhere in the corner is a chair that is dark and uninviting - like a dentist chair. Next to it is a man from Abnegation. Most of the people who test the 16-year-olds are volunteers from Abnegation because that's what the faction does - volunteer. 

"Please sit down here." The man is dressed in gray and his face is shaved. He seems young, maybe 20.

I sit down, trying to avoid looking nervous.

"Is everything okay? Do you feel comfortable? " Just like someone from Abnegation, always thinking about others. 

"Yes...uh... Thanks." 

He doesn't even nod, just takes out a needle and does a lot things with cables. Then he holds the needle up to my neck before I can say anything and sticks it in.

I'm in a hallway at school. Somewhere near here is the girl's bathroom. I look around and notice that the two doors in front of me each have a sign on them. One says "DANGER, DON'T ENTER", the other "EXIT".  

"Pick one." A loud, menacing voice demands. Exit sounds better to me so I go in.

The scene changes and I'm on a street somewhere in the city. In front of me is a smelly, filthy man. "Please, Miss. Money for an old man. Food?"

I feel disgust and I don't have any money. I keep going. 

"Miss! Please Miss!"

I turn around once more but it isn't the man. It the man isn't standing there anymore. It's a woman. She stares at me, then strides towards me. 

"Tell me the truth. Did you just kill that man?" She points at a lump on the street.

I shake my head even though I feel that I just did. 

"Come girl, don't lie."

"I-I didn't." I did it. 

"Tell me."

"NO!"  

Once again the scene changes. This time I'm standing on a tall board up high over a pool of water.

"Jump." The same voice from earlier says.

I gulp. It's not that I'm scared of water or of heights, but I hate the feeling of falling without something to hold onto or something to hold me.

"Go on! Jump!"

The wind seems to almost push me. It happens so fast. Suddenly I'm flying through the air, trying to hold onto something but there's nothing to hold onto. Obviously. I slam into the water and suddenly I'm back in the room with mirrors.

"You did well." The man says. Sweat is dripping off my forehead. "It seems that you are made for Dauntless." Dauntless? What?

"Um?"

"At first it wasn't clear. You chose Exit, not Danger. This lead you into the part with the man. Someone made for Abnegation or Amity would've given him money. Someone from Candor or Abnegation would've told the woman that you killed the man. None of your actions seemed to be that of an Erudite so the last possibility is Dauntless." 

"Oh." Dauntless. Will I go?  

If you're going to set more arguments in Amity and they're really big, you, uh, might want to know something about their bread and its ingredients. ;)

Now let's see how much of Divergent I can remember. It's been a year now I think. And Insurgent doesn't really describe the Dauntless place much.

//Audace Torren//

There is a giant gap in between the steps, which are crumbling as I watch. On my right is a sturdy pathway that has no gaps at all.

Of course I decide take the crumbling path.

"Hey, Wonne!" I exclaim at my friend behind me. "I bet I can go through this path without dying!" Wonne snorts.

"What are you, a Stiff?" she says. "A baby could make it through that."

"A Dauntless baby."

"I'd like to see you make it on your hands." Wonne smirks, content with her bet. "I bet I could make it faster."

"We'll never know," I say, "unless we do it at the same time." 

"But there's barely any room for two hands, never mind four." To someone who doesn't know Wonne, they'd think she's worried. But she isn't. She's just judging the danger factor. And she likes having a high danger factor.

"Ready set g-" We both set off before we finish go. I do a flip before arcing my body into a diving position and landing on my hands whereas Wonne just bends down.

I've always been an extravagent type.

The air-dive pushed me a gap forward. I grin. I'm winning.

"You cheater!" Wonne screams. But I can her the laugh in her voice.

I continue to push off my arms and do air-dives and I can bet Wonne is doing the same. To anyone not of or new to Dauntless, we would have looked like flying monkeys or something. I've never been to another faction, so who knows what hideous, annoying animals they have.

I bend my arms in anticipation for the next and final jump to the landing, but then there's a loud crack. I jump too quickly and instead of landing cleanly on the edge, half my body sprawls onto the floor while my legs scramble desperately, looking for purchase on the side of the cliff-like rock face. I finally find a small crack and propel myself forward. I turn around, my mouth already in pre-gloatation mode, when I see the step that made a loud crack crumble. Wonne jumps off immediately, but too weak. Her fingers just graze the landing's edge.

But I'm able to catch her by her wrist and pull her up. The minute she's on steady ground, Wonne pulls out her wrist and scowls.

"You didn't have to help me," she mutters.

"Well, I STILL WON!" I shriek.

Gotta go. 

Sorry I left before I could finish. My mom wanted to go to the mall. (And I got my first-ever pair of TOMS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *megasquee*) The post I made earlier isn't up yet so I'm going to try my best to remember what just happened.

//Audace Torren//

"I STILL WON!" I cry. Wonne just rolls her eyes, trying to act nonchalant, but she looks tired. I swing an arm around her shoulders. "You're not dead yet, so cheer up, will you?"

"I'm not sad," Wonne mutters, not very convincing. I scoff.

"If you don't cheer up, I'll-"

"Aude, I think I should go now," Wonne says, shrugging off my arm and running away before I could say anything.

*

I stand in the open door of the train, ready to jump with some of my friends. The usual spot where Wonne used to stand beside me was empty. I hadn't seen her at all this morning.

The familiar concrete ceiling is only a few feet away, then I jump. The impact is jarring and my landing, far from graceful. My eyes take in a gash on my elbow but my mind is thinking other things. Specifically, Wonne's whereabouts.

"Um, Aude, I know you're not the type to wear bandages, but that's a really nasty cut," my friend Joel says, pointing at my elbow.

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure a Stiff will fix it later." I pull down the sleeves of my sweater to cover it. "Better?" I don't wait for an answer as we approach the cafeteria. I push the door and walk inside with one intention in mind, and it's not getting my evaluation done.

My eyes land on a girl wearing a dark blue cardigan and jeans with short black hair. If she had glasses she could have been mistaken for an Erudite. Wonne hadn't gotten any tattoos or piercings and she didn't have any scars. Come to think of it, her only Dauntless attribute is her craving for knowledge of danger factors for all situations.

Wonne is hovering around a small group of Erudite. They are giving her suspicious glances but leave her alone otherwise. Her eyes land on mine suddenly and she begins to head toward a door but I get to her first.

"Why did you ditch me?" I snap. "And why are you hanging around Erudite?" Wonne scowls.

"I didn't ditch you," she says. "I told Gennai to tell you that I'd be walking here." I scoff.

"No Dauntless walks," I seeth. Why am I so angry? Maybe it's that look in her eyes that she's hiding something from me, which she hasn't done in the 16 years that we've known each other. "What's going on?" Something snaps in Wonne's eyes.

"I'm sick of it," Wonne hisses. "I'm sick of all that Dauntless trash. I'm sick of hearing about rankings, and initiations, and having to put my neck on the line every day!" Her voice has risen to a yell.

"Then why do you always ask for danger factors?" I've also begun to yell. "Why do you always insist on knowing how dangerous something is before doing it? Because you want to put yourself in as much danger as possible! All Dauntless do!"

"No! I want to know how dangerous something is so I know whether I'll die or not!" Wonne takes a deep breath, before looking at me with empty eyes. Her voice is quiet when she says, "Last week, with the cliff and the pathway, that was the last straw. Do you know how scared I was? I only did it to look normal. For you. For Ernie." Ernie is a boy our age who Wonne is quite fond of. "I thought that if I did it, I wouldn't be scared anymore. But I'm still scared, Audace. I can't even think about jumping out of a train again, Aude, never mind initiation. Aude, if I go back to Dauntless, I'll fail initiation and end up factionless." 

Factionless.

She said she'd be factionless.

"That's not true," I hiss, "you-re one of the strongest-"

"It doesn't matter how strong I am! I'm not brave, Aude, and I know what happens during initiation. I'm not jumping down a hole, I'm not going to throw a knife, and I'm not going through those fear landscapes! Everyone will just see how much I don't belong. I need to belong, Aude. You belong to Dauntless. I don't." Wonne's quiet. Her eyes are looking at my arm, the one with the gash. Blood is seeping through the thin sleeve.

"You're bleeding," Wonne says monotonously, the fire in her eyes gone and replaced with an emptiness I've never seen before. "You should get that fixed."

"Indigo Mallivont and Cherry Peters." I glance as two Amity girls- one nervous, the other excited- step through the doors.

I was staring to long. When I look back, Wonne's gone, and I can't find her black-topped head anywhere among the sea of students. I go back to Joel and everyone else. 

"What were you and Wonne arguing about?" It's Ernie who asks.

"She's leaving Dauntless," I say angrily. "She thinks she doesn't belong, that she isn't brave."

"I'm sure the evaluation will show her that she is actually Dauntless," Joel says nonchalantly.

"It better," I mutter.

"Wonne Mu and Ernie Stalt." Ernie gives us all a small wave before heading to the door, confidence in his walk. He runs to Wonne whose shoulders are curled and head, down. He leans in to say something to her and she nods. Then they are separated by the doors.

It takes Ernie two minutes before he walks out. He mouths, "Dauntless" to us, a small smile on his face. Wonne shuffles out after what feels like half an hour and walks toward us. She sits next to me silently and Ernie scoots next to her. I open my mouth to ask her the result but I feel someone elbow me in the stomach. I look angrily to my left and see my friend Fiona shaking her head urgently.

"Fiona Walter and Audace Torren."

Finally. I stand up and head to the doors, giving Fiona a friendly squeeze of a hand before walking inside.

"Sit down please." The evaluator is a man from Abnegation. He glances at my arm. "We'll have someone fix that after. Now let's count down from three."

Three. Two. One.

I'm in a room. There is a window and in front of it is a vicious guard dog. There is a table in front of me. Knife or rubber ball. I choose the knife without a second thought and immediately think of Wonne when my fingers curl around the hilt.

"I'm not going to throw a knife."

I shake the thought off and rush at the dog. It disappears, along with the room and the knife.

There are two paths stretched across a giant gap in a stone vat filled with bubbling lava. One that is straight and strong and stretches across the long part. There is another path that is filled with cracks and crumbles as I watch. It's a quarter of the length of the straight path.

Like the one from the Dauntless compound.

Finally, there is a long plastic pole on the ground. I glance at it but it looks random, like a decoy.

Without a second thought I begin to jump across the gaps. It's easy.

Then everything disappears. I'm on a rushing train. A man holding a newspaper corners me. He is faceless, and much taller than me and the thick muscles in his arms are evident. He could easily over-power me.

"Did you murder this man?" he barks, pointing at a picture in the newspaper. I shake my head, but something in my mind tells me that that's not the true. Something tells me Yes. Yes you did in fact murder that man. It's so convincing. I know I did murder that man. I look at my surroundings. On my left is wall. On my right is an open train door. I look down and see a deep blue expansion of water. I glance at the man.

"DID YOU MURDER THIS MAN?" he yells again. I know if I confess he'll kill me. I can feel it in my bones. So I do the most natural thing to a Dauntless.

I jump out the window.

Wind whistles past my ears and the water comes at me. I form an effortless streamline position.

Then I wake up, my eyes seeing the Abnegation man. I remember that no, I did not kill the man.

"You are definitely a Dauntless," he says. I nod and he opens the door, directing me to a sweet Abnegation lady who helps clean up my arm. Then I go back to the group.

"Well?" someone asks. Fiona.

"Dauntless," I answer. Fiona grins.

"Me too!" she cries. I glance at Wonne. She's looking at me. I raise an eyebrow.

"Factionless," she mouths. I smirk. She must be joking. But her sad eyes tell me she isn't.

*

"Divergent." I hear the word whispered to me later, as I go back to the compound. I'm walking next to Wonne. Ernie is on Wonne's other side and Fiona and Joel are a few steps behind us. "Dangerous. The enemy. Bad. Will be hunted down and executed." The next few words break my heart.

"Don't miss me. Tell Ernie too. Just forget. So much easier."

So, yes, Wonne is a Divergent. I just feel like making Aude's story more interesting. ^.^

When is this taking place? During, before, or after Divergent?

Oh, and I'm changing Audace's age to 16. 

I know, TOMS are pretty cute. :D And YOU'VE BEEN TO FRANCE! You lucky duckling. ;) And Wonne was either going to be an Abneg. or Dauntless anyway, so good choice!

And if it's before Divergent, is it okay if Ernie is instead Eric? Or did you have plans for the big man later on? I'm just going to call Ernie Ernie anyway right now until you give the go ahead. :)

//Audace//

Wonne chooses Abnegation.

It was a smart move. They are the faction least likely to throw her out, since they're such Stiffs, though I know a part of me was hoping she'd choose Dauntless.

Ernie goes next. He chooses Dauntless, unsurprisingly. Wonne may be his favourite person on the face of this earth- and he voiced that opinion quite vocally after evaluation day- but he wouldn't give up his own faction for her. But when I look at his face as he walks down the steps from the stage with the bowls, his face is pained and he keeps glancing at Wonne who is next to me when he sits down.

Some Erudite- Lenn according to a cheer from a woman who is probably his mother- goes next and chooses Dauntless. I snort. His glasses will break within a day. Then I notice that he's not wearing glasses.

His mother is silent after his choice.

I watch as several people get called up. A Stiff switches to Candor. An Amity boy switches to Dauntless. A Dauntless switches to Abnegation. Kelsa. Both her parents were thrown out and she's basically shunned so I don't blame her. She also way too skinny and weak to last a day during initiation.

"Audace Torren."

I don't even flinch as my hand receives a slash. I've gotten worse. I walk over to the Dauntless bowl, let some blood fall, then sit back in my seat.

All five people after me stay in there factions, then an Amity girl chooses Dauntless.

Sorry. Gotta go again.