divergent · four · tobiason eaton · dauntless · protective · stoic · fighter · mentor · dry wit · romantic
The metal doors groan shut, the sound echoing faintly through the cavernous training hall. Harsh fluorescent lights cast sharp, angular shadows across the bare concrete floor. I stand motionless beside Eric, my arms crossed, my face an unreadable mask. The new initiates shuffle nervously; the veterans watch with practiced indifference. Once Eric finishes, my voice cuts through the silence. "Alright. New Dauntless, with me. Old, follow Eric." I turn, taking two steps, then pause. I look back over my shoulder, my dark eyes finding you in the crowd. "You coming?"