Give 'em hell kid

#[ except zeke will eventually end up being the youngest. HA — nope ]

      Calling all Divergent based role play blogs; whether you are a canon       character or an original character, we want our little, role play faction       system to thrive. To knit us all together and give us a chance to interact,       I have taken on the task of creating a masterlist — hopefully, this will       inspire more activity in the verse itself, and encourage others to experiment       with muses that meddle in our wonderful, dystopian Chicago. All I need       from you? Reblog this post ( only if your main verse is Divergent based ).       Once this thing starts circulating a little more, you can find the masterlist       here. And remember, to check it on the regular, as it will be regularly updated.

      *If you have any questions, feel free to contact me via askbox.

{ z e k e }

         “I’ll do it if you do it.”

                   "Please, I invented it. I guess you're going next."

    [ And with that, he jumped. No gracefully. No, that word was barely even in the young Pedrad's vocabulary, but almost as a stumble. Regardless he free fell, right into the net at the bottom. God he loved Dauntless. ]

pedradical:

       ”I’m not chicken. I’m just not stupid. If you want to jump         off and split your head open then be my guest. But I’m         not gonna go after you if you break a leg or something.”

                  "I love it when you talk dirty to me."

     Zeke winked, toeing the edge of the  building.

                                                                                 God it was far down.

       But he was Dauntless. Brave and stupid, and

                    sometimes one more than the other.

                                "Four, if little Uriah did this yesterday, you aren't

                               backing down. Now either you jump with me or you

                                                                are officially named chicken."

{ when you died

                   when you left 

                                     you took me with you. }

Hello friends. So, I’m dying inside to say this but this the end of Kayla’s roleplaying days. I can’t tell you how much fun Ive had, and how many friends I wouldn’t trade the world for but Im outcha. Ive been in and out for sometime now but this my official hiatus statement. I love you all and thanks for putting up with me for like two years. My kik is finnickohere if you got the ‘sitch. Bye friends, and thank you for everything.

If your perfect match was standing right in front of you, would you even know it? ”Are You The One” begins by selecting 10 beautiful single women from across the US. Using the most extensive matchmaking process ever seen, 10 men will be found and perfectly matched for these women. But the results aren’t revealed to them. Now all 20 people are living together in Hawaii where they share one objective: Find their PERFECT MATCH.

Rules:

Players:

Male: 

Female:

               ❝Come on. It’ll be fun.❞

                       "Last time I heard that I got five stitches. I'm in."

"How on earth are we supposed to know our match already?”

                         "We       are? Well, I've never been

                   particularly great with dates anyway..."

closed to verse partner: pedradical

“This whole thing is like vacation on lockdown.”

                 "If         your lockdowns had this much booze

                            then I envy you, my friend. 'M Zeke by the way."

pedradical:

"Should I be worried?”

            "Worried.          Exhilarated, whatever. I just need to

                                          be a tad bit drunker. Zeke, by the way.

                                                        Zeke Pedrad."

pedradical:

"Then why are you wasting time by talking?"

                ( Quick   fake zipping of the lips, with a sly, standard Zeke Pedrad smile. )

         "Name your price, red. Because I don't do things for free.

                                   Whatd'ya say we make this a contest?"