Won't you try?

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The pounding of the waterfall soothed the girl as she watched her dauntless brothers and sisters walk around as if they were not all just milling with the need to waist energy. The wing from the quick moving water pushed her hair around her body and she smiled leaning on the rail at a dangerous place and laughing when her friend pulled her back on the way to get his tattoo, what a kill joy. She was just allowing her heart to beat out of her chest when a sound caused her head to snap around. Her hands felt the ground and a smile ran across her mouth as Hank her best friend stood holding a few more knifes, one placed ready to throw again but she had caught him and the chase was on. Amazing strong yet girly legs propelled her down the hall as her skin tight black jeans and tight short sleeve shirt made her movements that much easier for her. What should not of been easy but was were the black high heals she always had on, for her they were the perfect thing to every outfit and bade her look taller and more beautiful when she was not fighting others. Another knife this one grazing across her shoulder lightly only enough to cause a small nick, but enough to cause all of her seances to switch to high.

Taking a turn sharp for heals, she found herself dodging the last knife now it was time to attack. Aspin was so much better at shooting then anything but her second best was hand to hang combat and Hank knew this entering the room ready for an attack. She watched him carefully and smiled, though he was her friend she would not go easy on him. The fight was almost like a dance with kicks and flips and punches not many could preform but she spent a little to much time fighting so it came easily to her. Finally he gave up laying on the ground a little bloody and tired." Ok ok you win Aspin you win god I stair I only hit you twice you spend to much time with this stuff live a little" he laughed looking at her beautiful blue/green eyes and face.A bruise was forming on her jaw right above her neck and she touched it softly. " more like three times your getting better you don't do it enough though" she smiled playfully and he turned walking to get something to eat when she picked up the gun. " I'm staying out of this one" he waved and then was out of sight. She laughed saying a quick quiet good idea and then BANG the gun was all she was focused on and boy was she good only a few bullets hit places that would ripple but not kill and even they wereon purpose. She always did love the feeling of the cold gun in her hand and when she felt like someone was watching her she turned quick as can be the gun placed facing right at the person standing there a smile toxic and deadly placed on her lips when she spoke. " it's not smart to sneak up on a person with a gun". She did not lower it though she waited for a response her body and hands fit the part of a beautiful dangerous girl and god was she just that.

[Cosette Penelope Bennett]

645 • HOPE IT'S FINE I REPLIED NOW ^-^ • COSETTE/ASPIN

The brunette combed at her tiresome eyes as the heel of her black pumps dug into the ground. With each strut an echo against the pavement contributed to the hard, sounds of the Pit. Cosette intertwined her fingers through her hair’s tangles in anxiety. She hadn’t received much sleep last night, which wasn’t unusual for a Dauntless citizen, but in terms of her minimized hours of rejuvenation required, she was lacking. As an initiate to their faction, it was expected if not obliged, for your resting period to be cut short. The theory behind it was that the rest needed to re-energize your body would gradually decrease over time. But as a child born into Dauntless, the overall stress and depression involved in the process is invalid or well, it should be invalid. Cosette chewed on the inside of her cheek. Even as a Dauntless-born, many have viewed her “wallflower” status as a victim of sleep deprivation. She swallowed hard and glanced down, but you’d have to be on the inside to know the truth, she thought silently. An unnatural chill prickled her sun kissed flesh as flashbacks from last evening’s nightmares flooded her mind.

Two small figures laid snuggled close in the dimness of a small corridor. The one cuddling the other appeared immensely older, but still trailed the fine line of minority and the figure in her grasp, it laid motionless and still. No emotion what so ever shown. That was Cosette. The brunette felt her stomach knot with suspense despite her knowledge of the story. She knew every single detail. From the moment, Eleanor whispered a soft note of encouragement to the emotionless girl to when the young, drunken maternal would enter and attacked the girls blindly. The brunette shuddered in the chill of remembrance and wrapped her arms around her waist’s figure. She glanced down. Her dearest desires had to be to forget.

Cosette turned the corner and crossed the bridge over the Chasm. She felt a slight sense of comfort override her body with warmth. Below the Pit remained in its state of chaos, which meant the day would proceed, uneventful. Well, uneventful as a Dauntless day could seem, she thought with a slight smirk. Believe or not, the chaos from all around was comforting, music to her ears even. Because the day, the faction of the fearless is silent, all hope is lost and no one will survive. She sighed. As far-fetched her beliefs seemed from the present, it wasn’t impossibile. The brunette continued down the hall opposite to the Chasm, when she heard the heavy sound of heels before her. She didn’t bother to focus her eyes on the figure      female, by the sounds of it, about five feet away from her. Nor did she flinch at the quiet sound of heavy metal being positioned at the swift motion of a turn.

The Dauntless-born quickly observed the blonde’s position, which was strong     smart, though she favored one leg and her shoulder was held tense hiding a weakness just below her rib cage. Cosette’s emerald gaze made its way up her attire, which hinted her acknowledgment in appearance, to her tan heart-shaped face. Her face was made for a doll, she thought, but it also held the type of beauty that could overly be deceiving. Cosette lowered her eyes until the lashes trapped her pupils, before meeting the Amity transfer’s gaze. It's not smart to sneak up on a person with a gun. She bit her tongue to stifle the urge to voice her opinion. But isn’t that why were Dauntless? If I wanted to train to be smart, I would’ve picked Erudite, she thought silently. If she were to voice her thought, it would’ve been dumb on her side. To be fearless is to be smart. Cosette agreed to the terms of staying silent. After all, silence is golden.

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Aspin lowered the weapon when she saw that it was only another divergent girl and a half smile played across her lips making her already dangerous look even more toxic." Well I see you don't talk much that's fine really but it's no way to make friends and well they are good to have around in a fight". Her blue green eyes shifted from side to side waiting for an attack but none came so she finally relaxed allowing the hand with the gun to dorm to her side and the other to her hip leaning on one leg. God she could be cocky sometimes, she nodded to the door and sighed happy to relax a little." You know you walked into a little scuffle there with real throwing knives we play a little rough". She over did this smile to much and turned other heals over to a few targets taking aim to one that still had a little red in it. Raising the gun she took a very relaxed stance and then bang there was no longer red in the middle of the target, darn what a shame." So what you here for like what sort of training". And she left it at that as she looked at the girl.

[Cosette Penelope Bennett]

417 • ^-^ • COSETTE/ASPIN

Cosette watched the girl. In response to her violent stare and twisted smile, she delivered a soft gaze and comfortable aura. Her parted lips exported even breathing. She was calm yet tense in an instinctive manner. She, as of many Dauntless-borns, had come to terms with the bearer of death. It no longer bothered her as much as it did      as much as it should. The brunette waited silently until the beauty’s gun wavered slightly from position. If needed, her gun’s viewpoint was in perfect stance for snapping the elbow on impact and removing its occurrence from the perimeter. She shifted her weight leisurely and lowered her eyes once more. She didn’t think the smile threaded on the girl before her, fit. It seemed forced and unease, almost in an effect to intimidate those who underestimate. She must have to prove herself constantly, she thought. Cosette did not plan on trespassing in attack, but her mind already held possibility of defensive combat.

When the blonde finally spoke, the observant child listened carefully, her response coming momentarily after she’d given up. With the weapon dangling at her side and a cocky air, Cosette answered. “It's not that I don't talk, just in the prior situation words weren't mandatory to be spoken?” Anything you say can be later held against you. So why say anything at all, she added silently in thought. The brunette wandered from her spot as she heard the other prepare to aim at a target. She causally glanced up. Her shooting was accurate but her weaknesses still shone even from her current stance. She hesitated to inform her, but in the end, dd not. Cosette waltzed to a case filled with blades. She trailed her fingers along the blades of the sharpened knifes, then looked up at the blonde’s blunt comment. She rolled her eyes in annoyance and simply added, “All Dauntless play is rough.” The girl sighed. She couldn’t help but think her comment was an attempt to inform her of the dangers in inferring with scuffles. Like I am the one in need of advice, she thought. Cosette checked out the girl’s form again before returning to the box.

Although she had faced a sudden rush of irritation, her expression nor unintentionally body language hadn’t shown any notification of so. The brunette was gifted in the art of facade. Cosette snaked her way over to a small table next to the girl and leaned her forearms against it. She sighed, tilting her head as she ran a hand through her wall of knots. “I don’t know.”