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❝Our world doesn't play out like a fantasy. We aren't some carefree princesses getting handed happy endings on a silver platter-you make one wrong move, and it's game over.❞
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In a world where all control over their lives is illusory, a grou...
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-- part 11.1 --
Group Activities
"can we do something besides fighting and throwing knives at each other for once?"
-- Omniscent --
The dinner hall was, as always, boisterous. People continued to slam trays on the metal table tops, clink glasses together in a lousy effort to say cheers, and spread the incessant gossip and rumors of every moment during the earlier training of that day.
It was just another dinner, a routine they'd all fallen into.
Katsumi sat alone, a white gauze covering the cut on her cheek as she silently stabbed her chicken with her fork. Jeno and Jaemin were sitting with the elder members of Dauntless, looking less intimidating within the group of inked, pierced, and scar-laden men and women—the rest of their friend group were nowhere to be seen. With a majority of them absent, the table was weirdly quiet, even with the booming voices surrounding it.
Katsumi didn't mind the silence though—the silence that surrounded her was more than enough considering the events that had occured today.
A rare moment of peace compared to the utter chaos that had occurred mere hours earlier.
As she bit into the bland white meat, tuned out of her surroundings, she heard a small knock against the gray tabletop. Her neck snapped upward, a calm gaze resting on her eyes as she recognized the female in front of her.
"What got our dear first jumper all sulky?" Emiko spoke, her voice carrying teasingly as she plopped herself down across from Katsumi.
Emiko had come to the dining hall to distract herself, yet the usual group she had gotten so accustomed to seeing wasn't together. It felt strange to see them separated.
The transfer simply chuckled, raising the glass of water to her dry lips before answering. "There's a difference between sulking and enjoying the silence, Em."
"It wouldn't be silent if Hua and Anzhi were here," her black-smudged eyes fleeted from the crowd down to Katsumi's level, "Speaking of, where are they? It's weird not to see them here,"
Katsumi sighed, relaxing into the back of the chair. "So you haven't heard what happened," she said, the smallest hints of surprise lacing her voice, "I thought with you being a popular character here and all, you would be up-to-date with transfer news—or just news in general."
"Hm, you're funny. Just 'cause I'm well known here, does not mean I know everything," Emiko deadpanned, clearly curious about what happened. She found the transfers amusing, having the most drama within their batch since the day they showed up.
It was bonus points if Somun got put in his place.
Before Emiko could speak up though, a new voice had joined the scene, then another. The Dauntless-born raised a suspecting brow at their pace–inconsistent and staggering, like one was struggling to haul the other along through the rowdy dinner hall.
