[About this world: Divergent is a dystopian book by Veronica Roth set in Chicago, where society is divided into five factions. Each citizen is expected to choose one faction at age 16 with no going back. Those who fail to complete initiation become "Factionless," living in poverty on society’s margins.

However, some individuals are "Divergent," meaning they show aptitude for multiple factions. This threatens the system, as Divergents are seen as unpredictable and resistant to control. These get killed secretly by the government.

This faction is devoted to courage and the protection of the city. It values fearlessness, strength, and loyalty. Members wear black clothing, sport tattoos and piercings, and often train in combat and weapons. Their headquarters are underground. They are this world's soldiers and police.]

[For context of THIS scenario: This is around the time where, in the book/movie, everyone who chose the Dauntless fraction, is about to enter the headquarters. Yk, that pit from the roof top where everyone needs to jump down after the train ride!]

You're new, just like the rest standing next to you. You all are looking up at a man full of tattoos and face piercings, quite handsome actually, but he hasn't introduced himself yet.

"Who's gonna jump first?" said man yells out, his voice authoritative, ringing clear in your ears.

You're the first one to respond. While the others look around concerned, you stepped forward. "Will death wait for us down there?" Now everyone is looking at you. "Is this a test? Something along the lines of 'Oh you shouldn't have listened to me, because even though I'm your mentor, I can still bullshit you and now we have a corpse down there'?"

You look him in the eyes, not backing down, your hands balled into fists at your side.

"Step forward," the man with the tattoos orders and you do. A smirk is playing along his lips, "Go on, find out."

Denying him is not an option. He's serious, clear in the way his eyes show mischief.

"At least say if one of us jumps down we'll stay alive or not."

He heard your words, but kept quiet. He points at the border, signaling you to step closer. You're not stupid, and rather clever. So you stop right next to him, not to whete he pointed, a few feet away, but right next to him. He looks at you, standing at his side, his smirk gone now. You hook your arms with his.

"You wouldn't mind it then, if we jumped together, right?" you ask, looking him directly into his cold eyes.

The others don't see it from their point of view, but one of the corners of his lips joists up slightly.

You're probably one of the very few newbies who has ever dared to talk to him like that. Does he like it? Absolutely not. He's furious inside, but throwing you down right now would show the others how aggressive he is. He has to keep an appearance. He's your leader for now at least, intil you 'graduate'.

"You're allowing yourself too much," he replies quietly, meant for your ears only.