Sorry it's taken me so long to update but I'm on vacation and got sidetracked. I may not update frequently considering school is going start again soon and I don't always have this much time on my hands. Okay read on!

The next person who jumped was none other than Peter. When he reached the edge of the landing, the man who pulled me up did the same for him. I learned that his name was Four.

"Stiff," Peter acknowledged me with a brief nod.

"Ass," I retorted.

"Incoming," Lauren, another instructor, said as two dark shapes fell together.

As they bounced onto the net I heard an "Oof".

Christina and some boy crawled up to the ground.

"Hey," she said grinning.

"Hi," I replied. "Who's that?"

"This is Will," Christina introduced. "He was on the other side of me and I told him I was nervous to go alone so we jumped together."

"Oh," I nodded.

"Excuse me, Tris," Four moved around me to help another jumper onto the ground.

Christina looked puzzled, "I thought your name was Beatrice?"

"It is."

She shrugged, "Well I like Tris. It can be your nickname."

"I've never had a nickname," I said.

"Now you do. It can be your Dauntless name!"

Christina then introduced me to Will and the boy he was talking to. I realized he was the one who tripped on the stairs. His name was Al.

"We're going into the hallway so follow Four," Lauren shouted over the voices.

Four led us down a series of hallways where instructors peeked out of their classrooms until we got to a miniature theater. I sat down with Christina, Al, and Will in the middle row. I scanned the room for Kat, hoping that she wasn't alone. Finally I spotted her purple shirt. She was talking with another girl from Amity.

Eric was the last person to enter the room. He slammed the door behind him making quite a few people jump, including Al. He strode to the stage, pushing past people as he went. With one hundred or so people in the room some were left standing.

"Welcome to Dauntless," his voice projected. "The faction of theater."

A few people cheered but he silenced them with one deadly look.

"Some of you may think this is going to be a piece of cake, that Dauntless is a piece of cake. You'll just waltz up here, say a few lines, and then be done. Wrong! There is more to the theater faction than just acting!"

That earned many confused looks. What more to theater was there?

"This is how it's going to work," Eric continued. "We will audition you for a role. We are going to do an original play written by the students from Dauntless and before all of you nitwits ask, yes there is a kiss between the two leading roles. Lauren and Four are handing out monologues for you to audition with. Lauren is handing out the girls' and Four is handing out the boys'.

"You will all have three days to memorize and practice your monologues before auditioning in front of me, Four, Zeke, and Lauren. The roles will be handed out but those who don't impress us as much will be assigned to work another aspect of the theater, like I was talking about before. The other aspects are lighting, costumes, makeup, and stage crew. But if you don't even try because you want to be in makeup" he looked pointedly at a group of Abnegation "you will be re-auditioned."

Lauren then climbed up on stage and spoke, "You will be given a tour of the Dauntless building to see where all of the rehearsal rooms are and the tech rooms to learn how to work the lights and so on. We are going to split you up into four groups. Group 1 will go with Eric, Group 2 will go with me, Group 3 will go with Four, and Group 4 will go with Zeke. Zeke is the one going around giving people numbers, by the way."

I turned around and noticed him for the first time. He was tall with dark skin and a kind smile on his face. Zeke was giving people in the back rows numbers and they got up to stand with their group leader. The room grew steadily louder as people already in their groups began to chat. Finally Zeke reached our row.

He spoke a number as he pointed to each person. He pointed to Al "1", he pointed to Will "2", he pointed to Christina "3", and finally me "4". I gave Christina a smile as we parted ways. She walked over to Four and I stood against the wall with Group 4 who was waiting patiently for Zeke. Some people were skimming their monologues while others talked. I glanced at the guy next to me and smiled. He gave me a wavering smile in return as he brushed his brownish-reddish hair out of his brown eyes.

"Hi," I said.

"Hey," he said quietly. He was almost whispering!

"What's your name?" I asked.

"I'm Ethan Emerson," he replied, still quiet. "You?"

"I'm Be—I mean, I'm Tris. Tris Prior," I said, remembering my new Dauntless name.

"Nice to meet you, Tris," he smiled.

"You too," I said. "You're from Amity?"

He nodded, "Yeah but I'm not that fond of the stage. I get too nervous. It's a miracle I even passed the audition into this place!"

"Stage fright must suck."

"You would know about that, right, Stiff?"

I turned around and glared into Peter's green eyes that sparkled with amusement. The asshole enjoyed tormenting me!

"Piss off, Peter," I spat.

"I would but I know you love my company. Plus, I can't since I'm in this group too," he smirked. Just my luck.

"Leave her alone," Ethan said, suddenly courageous and his voice got louder.

"What are you going to do, Shrimp?" he said.

It was really nice that Ethan was sticking up for me but Peter was right. There wasn't much he would be able to do. Peter towered over Ethan! Not to mention that Peter had muscles Ethan could probably only dream about.

"Ethan, it's fine. He's just trying to irritate me," I put my hand on his arm.

Peter smirked a final smirk and walked over to some other Candor boy.

"Thanks though," I said to Ethan.

"I stand up for friends. What else would I be good for?" he gave me a smile.

Finally finished with giving out numbers, Zeke stalked over to our group.

"Hey guys!" he greeted cheerfully. "So we're going to start right here while the other groups start on other floors and such. This is our mini Performance Hall. Here is where we have our dress rehearsals before we do our thing in the real Performance Hall. It even has a lighting booth and a backstage area."

He led us around the room and after a thorough examination of the room we left to go check out the rest of the floor. Zeke told us that there was a floor for each aspect of theater.

"This floor is acting. There are a lot of rooms for rehearsal and they're nearly soundproof unless you're talking really loud or screaming. The rooms are nearly soundproof so you don't have to hear the person in the next room reciting their lines," he led us around a corner and pointed into a room, "This is the computer room. It's where you can print out any monologues or dialogues you need. This is the writing room" he indicated the next room "where students brainstorm ideas for plays or musicals and work together to write them. It's also for writing monologues and dialogues for homework. Of course you can do that in the Archive."

"Homework?" someone called out obnoxiously.

"Yes, homework," Zeke said. "Dauntless may be more than you expected."

They grumbled and we moved on. There wasn't much else in this hallway except a bathroom. Those were always important. When we turned another corner we caught sight of a single door in the hall.

Zeke strode over to it and opened the door.

"And here is the Archive," he said. "In here is every single screenplay, play, musical, monologue, and dialogue that is in existence. At least that we know of. This room will be extremely important for assignments you will get. For example, you may have to do a report on an important piece of literature so you come here. There's a section in the back of the Archive where there are copies of previous students' original work, with their consent of course. There are computers that only work for locating what you need. Type in the title, writer, or keywords of what you are looking for and it will show you where its hiding."

The Archive was large. Very large. It smelled like a newly turned page in a book. Fresh printed ink on thin, delicate paper.

"Okay next floor!" Zeke called. "You'll have time to hang out in here during this next semester to do projects."

The next floor was lighting, then costumes, then makeup, and then set design. Set design really grabbed at me. It was where all of the backdrops and sets were created. That was where I wanted to go if I didn't get a part.

Peter must have seen me ogling it because he leaned over me and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry, Stiff. You'll get to spend lots of time up here with the other nobodies while I get the lead and a ticket into Diverent."

For those of you still wondering, yes this will be a Petris fanfic. I know now you probably all hate me but please give this story a chance even though you don't ship it. You may find yourself surprised and even like it! So what do you think? Was it good? Great? Leave me a nice review or another character recommendation. I love reading them and if I haven't put yours in yet that doesn't mean I won't! Because I will. It's just sometimes hard finding a place for them and they may not have a great role (sorry). What do you think will happen next? Any ideas on what the play is about? Because I'm not even sure yet... leave a review if you either are awesome or breathe. So that way I'll know if you are a zombie or not.