Who: Tris & Moya What: TWO-FER [Clothes being thrown from a window.] When: Monday, December 17, 2012; BACKDATED Where: Somewhere nearish Potts Tower Warnings: Likely low. Status: Threaded, Incomplete
After the afternoon spent with Chloe Sullivan taking a run, Tris had taken up a habit of going for a run every day. It wasn't about staying in shape, really, she would have preferred something more physical than running. The lure of it was that it was good for clearing her head which, these days, was never really quiet. Tris was in a perpetual state of anxiety—worried over what was happening back home despite having read her books and worry over the fact that everyone knew what was inside her head had they read the books, too. Peter's constant presence didn't help because he confused her. In some ways, she hated him but in others she wondered if he was right, that maybe they were more alike than she was willing to admit. When she was running, though, she didn't think about any of that, just the steady rhythm of her feet hitting the concrete and the pattern of her breaths.
Perhaps if she'd been concentrating less on not thinking, she would have tuned into the approaching elevated argument happening in one of the higher up floors in the building she was passing. A lovers' spat, it would seem, though she was entirely oblivious to the shouts wafting through the open window and out onto the street below.
That is, she was oblivious until she was nearly knocked off her feet by the pile of clothes that were thrown out of the window just as she was passing under it. Scowling, she stopped and pulled her headphones out of her ears—she'd been listening to more music recently than she ever had back home—and reached for the jacket that had landed over her head. She wasn't sure she liked this city. The bustle and chaos of Dauntless had been welcoming, this was just ridiculous.