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Arita: *pops head in* Me and who?
Eva: He's really cute, and he's also very intelligent. You'll like him *smirky smirk*
Sky: More importanly, he has abs.
Arita: ...wait, you mean guys from other factions normally don't? 0-0 *grew up in Dauntless*
Sky: There wasnt much muscle in Candor sooo.
Arita: Weird. No wonder transfers normally suck at this.
Eva: Well I agree because they don't have any skill, and the talent they do possess is wasted an ablessness. Shame.
Arita: So...like...what do you. no, never mind. not going there. *after a pause* How do they look like girls without defined muscles?
Eva: I can't even explain this to you.
Arita: You don't know either do you?
Sky: Nope.
Eva: Not a clue.
Arita: I say once we graduate and get jobs, we go around asking for people to lift up their shirts in the pretense of someone hiding weapons who are not Dauntless so we can figure it out.
Sky: Trust me when I say, most guys dont care about muscle in other factions. Its not as important to them. Working out is a Dauntless thing.
Eva: I like working out *shrugs*
Arita: How do you even fall asleep if you're not active enough to burn off the energy?
Eva: Oh, the way we do it. Sex. I mean.. their factions have to reproduce somehow. Right?
Arita: I was pretty sure that the stiffs just divide one day.
Sky: Yeah, I heard that rumor too.
Eva: I heard something about "test tube babies," but that cannot be real.
Sky: I dont know.. Erudite is pretty insane.
Eva: No wonder they all transfer to Dauntless. Sex is wonderful *matter of fact face*
Sky: It better be. Candor is about as sexually active as the Abnegation. Its not frowned upon but its not something you really want to flaunt.
Eva: I feel so bad for those people.
Arita: I mean, even less than that. Could you imagine not like...lounging with your friends and laughing because that's too 'self-centered'? Or like, never being allowed to have your own secrets. Or never getting into a fight?
Eva: I wouldn't even be able to look at myself or more than so seconds. How am I supposed to know if I'm hideous or not?
Arita: I think the point is that you're not supposed to care.
Eva: Horse s**t. That is total horse s**t. Can't have sex if Im ugly.
Arita: *shrugs* Something about...not seeing yourself helps with not thinking of yourself before others.
Eva: If I can't see myself, and I always see others, won't I wonder about what look
Sky: I always forget that you two are not use to anything other than the Dauntless way of life.
Arita: Which faction were you from anyways?
Sky: Candor. Can you not tell?
Arita: *shrugs*
Sky: Wow. Okay, that good I guess.
Arita: You're dauntless now, that's all that matters. The past is in the past.
Sky: I guess. Candor was never my thing. Some people are really into Candor though. I dont know.
Arita: Girls' gotta have her secrets.
Sky: Im an open book, thanks to Candor.
Arita: You'll learn to love lying. I do it all the time. Watch. *lays down on couch*
Sky: Oh yeah, Im a pro at lying. *lays down too*
Eva: I like lying. When I've got someone to do the lying with *winks at the girls*
Sky: Alrighty then, 'Collin.'

Eva: Is it just me or does Drew have a stick up his rectum? *towards Arita*
Arita: Maybe it's an older thing?
Eva: Maybe I can drop kick his wall?
Drew: (Appearing behind them) I would't advise trying it.
Eva: If you're going to advise against it, then you know I have to try it, right?
Drew: Your lost then.
Eva: Well what happens if I manage to break down your wall? I'm really determined when I want to be, you know.
Drew: Only when you want to be?
Eva: I happen to be determined all of the time. Problem? *raises a brow*
Drew: Only your's. *disinterested*
Eva: *rolls her eyes and kicks Drew square in the butt* Stop acting like I don't own half of your chocolate cake soul *smirks*
Drew: *Turns and catches Eva's ankle mid action* No one owns my soul.
Eva: How easily you forget, Drew
Drew: I never forget anything. Ever. Might as well get use to the fact that chocolate cake tratiors offer up their own souls when they steal cake.
Eva: *laughs* I would never offer up my soul to you *quickly shifts her weight forward, bending at the knee with her free leg, and jumping up to kick Drew's face but then falls onto the ground once her other leg is free*
Drew: *Releases her leg and just barely dodges the kick* Ah the things done in ignorance.
Eva: *looks up at him* I may not be the best, but I will work hard to get there *stands back up and crosses her arms* I think I'm the only one who tries to avoid being trained by Erik.
Drew: And what do you hope to gain by that? Another wayward fork spinning out of your control?
Eva: *glares* If I don't learn how to aim I know I won't make it, but I'm still not willing to let Erik train me *huffs*
Drew: Sometimes you have to suck it up buttercup.
Eva: Is that what you call all of your subordinates? *smirks* I'll train on my own. I know I can do it.
Drew: *Skeptical* That's no way to survive the big league.
Eva: *is too hardheaded* I'll survive by not dying. I don't trust that man, and all of his training sessions end up in.. well, you've heard it *gives him a knowing look*
Drew: *Grumbles inaudiably* Literally. *Louder* What a Dauntless thing to say. I wouldn't put all your money on surviving on your own. Just doesn't work that way. *Pauses* 4 in the training room. Bring your forks.
Eva: *ponders what he's saying still trying to be hardheaded, then her ears perk* Really?
Drew: No. I just randomly invite people to train with me. *Stalks away calling over his shoulder.* 4 or don't show up at all.
Eva: *rolls her eyes again and mumbles* I just randomly invite people *calls after him* I'll be there!
Drew: *Ignores her*
Eva: *shows up fifteen minutes before 4 and tries throwing a knife at a target* This is crap *said after she misses*
Drew: *From the corner* Yes it was. Aim left, more pressure from your elbow
Eva: *isnt even surprised that someone would be stalking around, especially not as she recognized the voice* Okay.. *she took a deep breath before re-adjusting and throwing the knife, effectively hitting the target* Woah, I actually hit it this time. Not on the center, but.. I hit it.
Drew: Try to contain your surprise - it's not becoming.
Eva: *regains her composure and tries again, missing this time* Come on, Eva *takes a breath and tries again, hitting the target right on but not getting excited about it*
Drew: *Watches and shakes head* You're thinking too hard. *Stalks forward until he's right behind her* Breathe. Now pretend the target is cake. *watches her throw*
Eva: *looks at Drew over her shoulder* Pretend my target is cake? *smirks and looks to the target without thinking and just throws the knife forward hitting the target pretty much on the center* Don't mess with my cake *grins at Drew*
Drew: *Doesn't look impressed, or anything really* Now do that again, except picture my face instead of cake.
Eva: *nods and gets a little nervous, but just tries to go on instinct, throws the knife and misses the target only by a hair then looks to Drew*
Drew: *Impassive look*
Eva: Perhaps Erik's face *focuses on the target and picks up three knives, takes a breath and throws each right after the other, hitting all but one perfectly on center of the target* It seems he'd better keep his hands off my cake.
Drew: *Wry chuckle* Apparently there is a killer in you after all
Eva: Depends on who I'm killing *worried that she couldn't hit the center if it were Drew or Arita*
Drew: Or does it matter the purpose?
Eva: The purpose plays a part, but it matters who it is.
Drew: I won't read too much into that. I could end up with a fork hitting my wall.
Eva: *smirks* Or a knife *throws a knife at him and barely misses, laughs innocently*
Drew: *Makes no attempt to dodge* Right.
Eva: *saunters over to Drew* Weren't you wondering whether or not I'd hit you? Being that I've barely just learned not to be a complete clutz when it comes to my aim.
Drew: Would I admit it if I was?
Eva: Right. Don't know why I asked.
Drew: Well at least you have a bit of common sense after all. *Walks back to the corner and comes back with a bag of forks and a metal container* Now about that fork techinque.... *hands her a fork to throw*
Eva: *glares at Drew* Do you really want to give me the power to fork you? *takes a fork from the bag*
Drew: No, but if you want to manage to actually fork someone, you might want to manage to throw it somewhat nearer the target to be affective.
Eva: i agree *Notices that the fork is lighter than the knife, breathes and throws it a little harder managing to hit the target but not at the center*
Drew: Not bad, don't forget the perpetrator is trying to get the last peice of cake. *Waits for her to throw the next fork*
Eva: *smirks a little and throws the fork again hitting the center* Nobody is taking the last piece of cake but me.
Drew: Maybe aim isn't the issue - maybe it's sharing.
Eva: It isn't a custom of mine to share. In fact, I think only you and Arita have every gotten away with eating a piece of my cake.
Drew: Your peice of cake? *Thinks* Well consider this a lesson then. There are two peices of cake in here. Neither is yours. Hit a bullseye on that target with your knife and I'll share. Maybe.
Arita: *whispers into Eva's ear* he never told you how far you had to hit the bullseye from.
Eva: *smirks and raises a brow at Drew* Deal *walks right up to the target and throws the knife, effectively hitting the bullseye* Now where is this chocolate beauty?
Drew: *Stares* What in the world would you do if the world didn't have chocolate?
Eva: I wouldn't know the pleasures of chocolate... So, I'm going to have to say I'd have quite a bit of sex *nods and shrugs*
Drew: Well that started out logical...
Eva: *raises a brow* It was still logical. Don't know one pleasure. Satisfy with another. Erik's obviously got the hang of it.
Drew: *Snorts* Yes, yes I would say he has.
Eva: Too busy listening in to get in on all the action *chuckles and picks up a knife backing away from the target and almost hitting the bullseye*
Drew: *Incredulous look* Wouldn't you like to know
Eva: *eyes him with a serious look* It wouldn't have slipped from my tongue if I hadn't wanted to know - even if only a little *goes back to throwing knives*
Drew: Your still throwing to the left
Eva: *sighs, trying not to concentrate so hard, relaxing, and throwing the knife still slightly to the left* Show me.. *she walked back and placed a knife in Drew's hand* Show me.
Drew: *Takes knife and throws it without hesitation hitting the middle of the target goes and grabs it, hands it back to Eva*
Eva: *looks at him bewildered* It's so damn effortless for you guys.. *walks up to the target and jams the knife right into the target, taking a deep breath*
Drew: Patience. Try again. *When eva comes back hands her the knife then stands behind her to help potision her*
Ricky: *Bounds in stares at them wide eyed* Oh ah, excuse me *bolts*
Eva: *lets Drew position her with a grim face, not even noticing ricky until he talks, glares him down until he leaves* Like this? *brows furrowed*
Drew: *Mutters* And let the rumors start. *To Eva* Er, yeah, try that.
Eva: *throws the knife and perfectly hits the bullseye* My aim may be crap, but my hearing is flawless *goes to grab knife* I'll get him to keep his trap shut.
Drew: Testy, testy. *Grabs her arm before she can grab the knife* Don't want you making enemies this early on now
Eva: *looks at Drew's hand on her arm, then up at him* I'm not going to kill the kid. Just going to tell him that this is simply what it is *rotates her hand up to her face, brings her other hand up at Drew's wrist to push it away, dips her elbow and frees herself of Drew's grip* Training.
Drew: And if you believed that you'd let the kid be - he knows that, scared little s**t
(shots fired)
Eva: *grabs the knife* Fine.
(distant squeals)
Drew: Sounds like your friend Erik
Eva: That guy is no friend of mine. In fact, I steer clear *knows full well what ricky's squeals sound like from training with him*
Ricky: Hey! I don't squeal!
Eva: Did you hear yourself when that knife almost hit your head? You squeal.
Ricky: Uh. No. No. I simply object through my vocal cords when sharp objects are thrown off their projectile path toward my head
Eva: Adorable, really.
Drew: Well maybe if you could aim.....
Eva: Maybe if you'd train me more than one night *punches Drew's arm*
Drew: Don't you wish
Eva: Come on, Drew. For just a few more nights. Take that stick out of your a** and train me *gets really close behind him and whispers near his ear* I can cut the stick out. I'm really good with close contact.