Divergent RP
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Thread Topic: Divergent RP
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English Newbie(Bump)
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English Newbie(Bump)
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Demented Newbie(Just got back, I apologize for the delay)
Andrew stood outside as many of the Dauntless born walked by him and gave him sneering looks. Andrew just rolled his eyes and sighed. They only gave him this job because no one else would volenteer for it, and he had a lot to prove. Andrew knocked on the door where the initiates were and waited for someone to open it.
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English Newbie(It's cool. ^^)
Jake seemed to be the only one who heard the door, and stood. He crossed the room, weaving through people. Someone tripped him though, making him stumble the rest of the short distance to the door. "Blimey...." he grumbled, fixing his sock. He swung the door open, coming face to face with Andrew. "I-- OH. Hey....." he glanced back, seeing some of the females still dressing. "Um...." -
Demented NewbieAndrew looked at the ladies and rolled his eyes. "Please hurry and get dressed. I've decided to take you all somewhere before your training starts." he said, as the young ladies finished getting dressed. Andrew tapped his foot on the ground with a slight imapatience. Finally the ladies finished and he motioned everyone to follow him. "God, it feels like I'm teaching newborns. Except for Jake. He seems fairly decent for a transfer from Amity." Andrew thought as he approach a tattoo shop. "Now, today you'll be getting tattoos. It's up to IF you want to get one, but it is preferred...for many reasons." he said, looking down at his shoes and then putting on a strong face for the new initiates.
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English Newbie(I don't care about book rules, Tori and Bud are badarse, so I'm gonna keep them as the artists XD.)
Jake actually blinked in surprise, looking at all te art upon the walks. A tattoo? The thought never crossed his mind, but that didn't mean that thoughts and ideas of them didn't immediately crossed his mind. How many could he get? Did it realy hurt so much? What should he get? Would others get them? What about that one? Or that one? Or tha-- woah Jake, calm the fug down. He coughed, for no apparent reason at all and loojed back to Andrew. Some girl in the crowd, a Stiff, rose her hand, "W...what reasons are those?" -
Demented Newbie(They are pretty bad-ass :D)
Andrew smiled at Jake and then turned to the Stiff in the crowd and tried to hold in a laugh. "This is a tattoo" he said, pulling up his shirt and turning around so everyone could see a tribal wolf tattoo on his back. "This tattoo means I'm a lone wolf, because no one accepts me for who I am." he said as he quickly pulled down his shirt. "Now, go look around and pick out the tattoo's you want." he said, walking toward Tori. "Hey, would it be alright if I got another tattoo?" he asked as he pointed to his right arm and she nodded. "I want it to be two ravens. One with red eyes, the other with blue." he said as she pulled out the needles and started the tattoo. -
English Newbie(I hope this link works. DSi's don't copy/paste so i had to type it out.)
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English Newbie(Nooooooo....ugh. XD Darn GTQ.)
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Demented Newbie(It's alright :3 )
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English Newbie(So.....aima do spaces between everything, but make sure to take them out XD i hope it works.)
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(OwO I love that!)
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English Newbie(Ye, I wanted you to see that so 1.) you can see jake and 2.) the three tattoos he decides on. Nice picture by the way.)
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English NewbieJake didn't follow the others as they looked at the walls, flipped through books, and magazines full of tattoo art and designs. He didn't want some that were already on a body, or had been designed already. He had his own thoughts. He smiled at a nice thought that came to his mind. He wanted to remember his grandmother, besides in his head or pictures. He wanted to honor her. He looked around, and snatched up some, quite out of place, colored pencils and paper. He started sketching, drawing the blue doggie that was for his grandmother. That was going on his right arm. His own design of a green skull would go on the other. One more, maybe? He decided on his double pistols across his chest. He bit at his lip, a terrible habit of his, while he worked on his sketches. He didn't realize the stare he was getting.
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