"You have a name?" Clarke doesn't even have time to respond before he asks her this. He stares at her for about half a second before Clarke remembers, oh yeah, he was talking to her.

"Clarke." She responds as he sets her down. "My name is Clarke Griffin."

"First jumper, Clarke!" He bellows as he ushers her off the platform, and signals up at the sky. As soon as he does, she notices, another person jumps down, landing in the net much more gracefully than Clarke thinks she did.

"Finally." The man mutters as Octavia rolls off the net with ease. "Thought you were going first?"

"I changed my mind." Octavia grins as she saunters off the platform, standing next to Clarke.

They stand there for what seems like forever, watching the other initiates join them one by one, until everybody's on the ground, initiates and Lincoln.

"Alright, let's get this show on the road." The man from before shouts. "My name is Bellamy Blake, and this" He gestures to the man standing beside him "is Commander Shumway. Normally we work with the guard, but for the next month or so, we'll be your initiation instructors." He glowers at the crowd.

"Dauntless born initiates." He addresses those dressed in black. "You will be training with Commander Shumway. Tranfers." He nods in her general direction. "You'll be with me."

The crowd disperses, each group seeking out their respective instructor.

"Initiates." Bellamy's cold eyes scan the group in front of him. "Since you're all transfers, you get the privilege" he sneers "of a tour. I suggest you pay attention, if you miss something, I won't go over it again."

"Who peed in his cereal this morning?" The boy next to her, an Amity transfer with goggles resting on his head, murmurs as the group begins to slowly trudge after Bellamy. Clarke bites back a giggle.

"Don't let him hear you say that." She teases. "I'm Clarke."

"Jasper." He grins, and elbows the boy next to him, also an Amity transfer. "This is Monty."

"Hi." Monty grins and waves at her, and Clarke returns the smile. She knows that this is the exception rather than the rule, that most of the other initiates won't be this friendly, but at least she isn't completely alone.

The dorms are the last place they visit on the tour, after the Pit and the Chasm. The dorms are bare, with only rows of beds and the open bathroom off to the side. There's no privacy, and while it makes her uncomfortable, she's much too proud to say anything about it. On each bed is a set of clothes.

"It's five o'clock right now." Bellamy announces. "I expect you all to be dressed and in the mess hall for dinner at five thirty, no exceptions. Am I clear?" There are nods and murmurs of assent all over the room. Satisfied, Bellamy leaves, shoulder checking Clarke on his way out.

It infuriates her, and Clarke decides then and there that Bellamy Blake is a grade A asshole.

She changes quickly, into a pair of black jeans, a black t-shirt and matching jacket. Standard Dauntless attire. She walks to dinner with Monty and Jasper, and two other transfer initiates, Finn and Raven.

Miraculously, the five of them manage to find an empty table away from the crowd.

"So, Erudite, huh?" Finn asks, picking at his hamburger. "Why'd you choose Dauntless?" Clarke shrugs in response.

"It was kind of a spur of the moment thing." She admits. "What about you? Why'd you leave Amity?" Clarke is honestly shocked at the amount of Amity-Dauntless transfers this year, not that she'd ever say it out loud. Finn laughs, startling Clarke out of her thoughts.

"I was a troublemaker." He smirks, and Clarke laughs because, yeah, she can see that. "It was either leave or fail initiation and become factionless."

"Initiates." Bellamy's voice is hard and the entire group is silent as the stands at the foot of the table. His arms are crossed and he's glaring at the group as if they're very existence is personally offending him. "I don't want to hear another word about your old factions. You're Dauntless now, and if you expect to make it through initiation in one piece, you'd better remember that." His voice is hard. "Am I clear?" Clarke frowns.

"I don't think it's any of your business what we talk about." She responds before she can talk herself out of it and everyone at the table turns to stare at her, eyes wide.

"If I wanted to deal with smart mouthed little girls," he starts, and his eyes darken, "I would have chosen Candor. Which from the looks of it is where people who mouth off to their superiors belong." He quirks an eyebrow, but Clarke doesn't flinch, doesn't move. "But since you're new here, I'll let you off with a warning. Next time I won't be so nice." He walks away, and Clarke is glaring at his back. Initiation instructor or not, she thinks, he really has no right butting into other people's business.

"Wow." Raven is the one to break the silence. "Someone needs to get the log out of his ass." The entire table bursts into laughter, but Clarke's attention is elsewhere. She meets Bellamy's eyes and looks away. He doesn't matter, she thinks. There is no reason to let him get under her skin.

The rest of dinner is pleasant. Lincoln makes a speech, welcoming this year's initiates, and Clarke is swept up in the excitement, so much that she almost forgets her unpleasant encounter with Bellamy. But of course, it's in the back of her mind the whole night. She's met plenty of jerks in Erudite, Marcus Kane being the most notable, but Bellamy takes the cake, she thinks.

She forces herself to stop thinking about it. There's a celebration with music and alcohol, though she doesn't know why, seeing as initiates aren't allowed to drink. Clarke finds herself in a dance circle, with Finn and Raven and Monty and Jasper. Her friends. It amazes her, how free she is. She still can't quite believe it. In Erudite, she'd be knee deep in textbooks by now.

By the time they make it to the dorms, she's exhausted. At some point, someone must have been in here, on the beds are pajamas and boxes that Clarke assumes are for storing clothes. She changes silently, though her muscles are dragging. Her bed is between Raven and Monty, and she wishes them both goodnight, and climbs into bed.

'I think I like it here' is her last thought before she falls asleep.