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    Teacher, teacher, ring the bell     My lessons all to you I’ll tell     And when my day in school is through     I’ll know more than aught I knew.

    It’s a silly, archaic little lullaby, but it rings all the same through Charlie’s mind. Placerville’s a place of the past and Charlie slumps throughout the halls, as odd and frightened as he was then. The hollows of the hallways are even more jarring in their depths. Placerville was smaller. At least there he knew who was who and how easy everyone was to read. He’d become accustomed to studying the nature of his fellow peers since he’d grown up in the same cramped playpen as them. He tripped over people he hated everyday, but still, they were a predictable kind of hatred. 

    This is a new ballpark. It’s not that these fools are any smarter, nor any prettier. They’re just different. He doesn’t know exactly what makes them tick. He doesn’t know who is who, and that’s dangerous. But he knows one thing damn well. Carrie White eats shit.

    First period, engraved in the side of the desk: CARRIE WHITE EATS SHIT.     Lunch time, written on the wall in red marker, sloped downward: CARRIE WHITE EATS SHIT.     Between classes, in the hall: CARIE WHITE EATS SHIT, one R, drawing of a lump of dung.

    Who is Carrie White? Charlie isn’t particularly hated, but he’s so unseen and so unsuspecting (no one’s even commented on the pipe wrench he carries around in his pocket) that no one will actually tell him who Carrie White is. This dumb greasy punk told him that she’s--what’d he say?--pig shit. Something like that. But that isn’t particularly visual. So he scans the yearbook from last year while reclining on a brown, leather couch half the size of Asia in the library and, lo and behold, White, Carrie, drawn all over in Sharpie. He squints to see past the strange little doodle that seems both surreal and offensive and accidentally kicks his foot out.

     “Ah,” he says, when he steps on some girl’s heel, “Sorry about that--”

     He squints a little, and eyes the label on her backpack. Engraved beside a cross: WHITE, C. “Carrie?”

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   ❛ there was a DEAD BODY at the bottom of the elevator shaft,    surrounded by food. guess he BARRICADED himself in some    place safe, someplace nobody could reach him. —— it didn't    WORK. ❜

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Dauntless: Carrie

A smirk on her face as she watched the Dauntless initiate move from the mat to try a standing position after she, Tris, punched her down to the mat without much trouble at all. It has only been the third day since the new ones arrived thinking that they were the toughest thing in town. This initiate though has been on her nerves since she walked through the door for training the first day. Her smart mouth had gotten her into trouble and Tris decided to knock her down a few pegs, which she did by punching her in the jaw before kicking her in the stomach.  ❛ Now, if you have any other complaints. I suggest you keep your mouth shut. Do you understand me?❜ theylaughedatmemama

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theylaughedatmemama replied to your post:I’m an apprentice for tattooing, and I realize I...

Amen omg xD

Like sweet jesus this shit is ridiculous and honestly a lot of ignores the basic rules of tattooing (like fucking overworking your canvas’s skin, I will be amazed if any of these people still have their tattoo mostly intact after it heals). BUT I AM SO EXCITED CAUSE IN THIS EPISODE THERE ARE MEMBERS OF THE 501ST IN IT. BUT IF DAVE NAVARRO CALLS THOSE STORM TROOPERS CLONE TROOPERS ONE MORE TIME I WILL PERSONALLY TRACK HIM DOWN AND CHOKE HIM. CLONE TROOPERS AND STORM TROOPERS ARE DIFFERENT! -SCREAMS-

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This, of course, brought a smile to her lips. It was light but lingered. Green eyes fell upon the other, for a moment studying his face. The smile faded slightly as her shoulders moved up and down in a weak shrug.

“Too bad it’s rare.”

“Why?”

(That look on her face was enough to melt the iciest of hearts. Yet, he certainly didn’t make any exceptions. Wasn’t going to  hesitate to be blunt with her.)

“What the hell’s leeching off the joy of your life hard enough to make you say shit like that, dollface?”

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🔥 Dauntless : Carrie 🔥

❛You going to eat that?❜ Tris asks nodding to the piece of cake that was in front of Carrie. ❛Or do you plan to just stare at it until it magically disappears?❜ She could be a smart ass and would not be sorry about that at all.