Divergent (An Advanced Roleplay) discussion

RP here only with approved characters.

Autumn sat at her desk, her head was propped up on her fist. She was very bored. Her pencil tapped on the edge of the desk.

Bea strode in with a purpose. The teacher was not ye here. That was good. She strode to an empty desk right next to an oringish redish haired girl. She gave her a polite nod and set her books down on the desk. She then slid into it.

Autumn glanced up, gave a quick twitch of her mouth which could pass as a smile, and turned back to her desk. She began sketching.

'Amity girls.' Bea thought. She hoped that she wouldn't be like the last Amity girl she just met. If possible, a slight shudder ran down Bea's spine.

Autumn glanced up, "What's the matter?" She returned to her sketch. It was slowly beginning to look like the girl's face in front of her.

Bea widened her eyes and shook her head. "Nothing." She muttered. "Nothing at all." Bea turned her attention to the board in front of her, hoping to attract no more attention. Not because she was Abnegation, but because it was her personality not to be noticed.

Autumn shook her head, "Alright, whatever you say." She finished her drawing and held it up, facing away from the girl. She compared it to the girl's real face, "If Abnegation can't look at mirrors, can they look at drawings?"

Bea chuckled. This girl had her virtues. Definitely. She liked her already. "Yeah. I think a drawing is something we can look at." She studied the girl's drawing carefully for a minute before saying, "Do I really look like that?" It had been a few months since her haircut, and she could never remember exactly what she looked like.

"Well," Autumn hesitated, "Not exactly. I'm not the best but... its pretty close."

"No. You're good at it." Bea said, trying to bring up the girl's spirits. She didn't want her to put herself down. That would be wrong.

Autumn shrugged, "I've seen better. My mother could draw something and you would expect it to jump off the page!"

A small and week smile crawled onto Bea's face. This girl was humble. She liked that. She was also putting others up. She seemed fit for Abnegation almost.

"I wish she were still here," Autumn muttered to herself, "Here. You can have this." She handed the girl her drawing.

Bea gave a grateful smile and took the drawing. Then she heard the girl mutter something about wishing she was still there. But who was she? "Are you talking about your mum?" She asked slowly and quietly.

Autumn winced, "Yes."

"Oh. I'm sorry." Bea would have reached out for the girl to comfort her. But, due to her being Abnegation, she settled for just the apologetic words.

Autumn nodded, and sighed, "Sometimes I wish things could be different."

"Me too." Bea breathed. That was something she almost never admitted.

Autumn smiled at her, "I'm Autumn. Whats your name?"

"Bea." She said, returning the smile. This girl seemed nice. Nice enough at least. She could definitely get used to her.

Autumn's smile suddenly went away, "I wonder what the Aptitude test is like."

"Me too." Bea said quietly. She had bothered her brother to no extent to try and get him to tell her. It never worked. Ever. He always said it was classified information. Always. Never ever any hints.

Deen walks in late to class because he was busy with the factionless. He walks toward the back of the classroom trying not to draw attention to himself.

Autumn watched the boy walk in, and immediately started drawing.

((Order now? Since this was just how it was: Luna, Ally, Bridgett?))

((Ok got dis))

((Sounds good to me!))

((Is it Luna's turn?))

((Yep.. Luna?))

((Where is she?!))

((Hi! I had to go eat food!!!))

Bea have a small wave to the boy in the back, then returned her gaze to the front of the room. She had drawn enough attention to herself. No more was needed.

((If you're talking to deen he's a dude))

Deen gives a small wave back to bea before trying to focus on his book, he'd drawn enough attention to himself.

Autumn watched the exchange, glancing back at the boy every few seconds... checking to make sure her drawing was accurate.

((*facepalms* You didn't see anything...))

Bea reached down and pulled out a book. She set it neatly on the desk and opened it to a random page. She turns her attention towards it and began to read.

((LOL! Just the wave... Autumn was sort of puzzling over why Abnegation were so shy! :D))

((Haha))

Deen notices the girl glancing at him over and over. Just someone looking at him makes him squirm uncomfortably.

Autumn glanced up once more. Then, seeing the look on his face, she stopped looking at him and focused only on the drawing. It was a sketch of Deen's face.

Bea could've laughed at how Autumn was acting. If she were in Dauntless, she would have been like, "are you going hots?" But no. She was in Abnegation, so she stayed quiet.

Deen tried to focus on the math lesson ahead but he could just feel something odd around him. Looking up, he saw what looked like a part of his face sketched on the desk of the bright haired girl.

((If autumns hair isn't bright sorry I think it is though))

((It is. Don't worry about it. :D Good guess too!))

Autumn finished the sketch and glanced back again, only to see the boy watching her. She raised an eyebrow at him, then looked foreword at the teacher. She quickly folded the drawing and sent it to be passed back to the boy. Underneath the drawing she wrote, "Don't worry. Drawing is just a hobby."

((Should we wait for luna or keep going?))

((Not sure... I'll go check to see if she's on))

((I think she is))

((Shoot. I don't get the notif.))

Bea kept reading. She didn't want to intrude on their discussion. It would be too rude. Way too rude.

((Yep. She is... maybe she stepped away for a little? Idk. Luna? You there? Hello?))

((There you are! :D))

((Haha found her!))

Deen sees the girl pass him a note. He takes it and opens it, glancing briefly at the image of his own face although he knows he knows he shouldn't, it's much too prideful. He reads the message at the bottom before writing "I can't keep this" and passing the note back to the artist.

Autumn looked at the answer to the note, then smiles and shakes her head. She crumpled the paper and set it under her chair, if he wanted it he could get it after class. She focused on the teacher for a while longer before beginning a new drawing.

Bea drank in every word the teacher was saying. It would all be important, one day of another. Some day, this stuff could save her life.