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Fantasy Two thousand seventy one IC

Sunstone

Sunstone

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i will be posting a starter tonight.
All citizens who do not wake up at exactly 9:00AM are recorded as suspicious.
All citizens who do not do specifically as the soldiers/guards order are publicly linched.
All citizens are granted a thirty minute free period in the morning after they wake up, which I they are to spend eating and watching "television" (just shot get way for Vadim to brainwash the people)
At 12:00PM all citizens must gather in a large building known as the chapel to worship Vadim for thirty minutes, this is to give the guards time to rest and make the people even more aware that they are to remain submissive to the word of the messiah.
Everyone speaks the same language, an altered Russian designed by the messiah.
Lena Blackwood, the prophet of the messiah, who speaks in his absence every day, is actually the co-founder of the notorious rising Phoenix terrorist organization.
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Date and time: 9:00 AM, January 1, 2071.
Location: the living department.
Current event: morning free period.
A long, flat note plays from your telivision, which is always on, and always playing. It's loud enough for you to hear from anywhere in your personal area of living,(which is only 400 square feet). You instinctively get up out of your bed, and walk towards the area where your food printer is. (Your kitchen). The allowed meals today are eggs and toast, or a spinach omelette.

Darwin Schneider:
Darwin had been a part of the system for a long time now, and was used to the loud sound that woke him every morning. However, he was still hesitant to get up, but he knew if he didn't get up out of his bed in sixty seconds he would be classified as a suspicious person.

He turned on his food printer and opened up to the menu screen. Spinach and eggs, or toast and eggs. Neither of which were things he personally enjoyed, but he couldn't not like them, as he was programmed to like whatever he was provided with. He selected eggs and toast and waited as the machine fabricated a small (the size of a sugar cube) brown cube with an icon of an egg and a slice of bread on it. He picked up the cube and popped it into his mouth. He was greeted with the taste of eggs on toast, and his hunger was satisfied.

He then sat down on his couch to watch television, and once his clock struck 9:01AM the black screen lit up and played a short film about the great things that Vadim had done for the empire.
 
Sunstone said:
Date and time: 9:00 AM, January 1, 2071.
Location: the living department.
Current event: morning free period.
A long, flat note plays from your telivision, which is always on, and always playing. It's loud enough for you to hear from anywhere in your personal area of living,(which is only 400 square feet). You instinctively get up out of your bed, and walk towards the area where your food printer is. (Your kitchen). The allowed meals today are eggs and toast, or a spinach omelette.

Darwin Schneider:
Darwin had been a part of the system for a long time now, and was used to the loud sound that woke him every morning. However, he was still hesitant to get up, but he knew if he didn't get up out of his bed in sixty seconds he would be classified as a suspicious person.

He turned on his food printer and opened up to the menu screen. Spinach and eggs, or toast and eggs. Neither of which were things he personally enjoyed, but he couldn't not like them, as he was programmed to like whatever he was provided with. He selected eggs and toast and waited as the machine fabricated a small (the size of a sugar cube) brown cube with an icon of an egg and a slice of bread on it. He picked up the cube and popped it into his mouth. He was greeted with the taste of eggs on toast, and his hunger was satisfied.

He then sat down on his couch to watch television, and once his clock struck 9:01AM the black screen lit up and played a short film about the great things that Vadim had done for the empire.
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John Merces
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John's eyes snapped open and his muscles tensed at the intense, blaring sound that pounded into his ears. With diligence, and just a hint of self-preservationist instinct, he quickly rolled out of bed and looked around, to signify his watchers that he was wide awake. He quickly calmed himself down. If he acted too erratically, what would happen to him? He suppressed a shudder.

He walked through his narrow doorway and into the kitchen. With nary a thought, he picked spinach and eggs. It was his favourite of the allowed meals. Not that he had ever had any contraband meals, of course. Soon enough, the nutritional cube was dispensed, and he popped it into his mouth like he did every day, since he could remember. He tried not to remember as best he could. "The past is the past," the messiah once said. "Live for the current day." Sage advice from the glorious leader, and John was clearly good at it. He couldn't even remember his childhood, or how he got into bomb disposal. To take his mind off of the past, he decided to use his free time the way it was meant to.

Channel after channel, he flipped through propaganda and praise. He loved all of it, of course. But his personal favourite by far was the channel about the nationally-feared terrorist group's failures and weaknesses. After all, they were the biggest threat to his safety. He could live happily and safely if it weren't for them murdering innocent lives. It made him sick to his stomach that anybody would dare to defy the honourable Messiah. Spite in his mind, he continued to stare intently into the television. He's protected innocent civilians from death before, and he'll certainly do it again.
 
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The television in Aida's sleeping room was sounding the wake up call. Aida's eyes flew open, and she got out of bed and stretched. She looked at the television. The Messiah was smiling and waving at a crowd. It is a good day today, she decided. Every day was a good day if the first thing shown on the television is the Messiah. She smiled and waved at the television, trying to imitate him. The Messiah is a great leader, she thought.

Aida walked to her food printer and selected eggs and toast. She put the newly created food cube into her mouth. It tasted good. She went to her television and turned the channels knob. It was an old television, but it did not matter to her. Channel after channel, she saw a smiling Messiah. She found a channel where he was not smiling. He spoke of the rebels. She frowned. They are awful monsters, she thought. It distressed her. She switched to another channel, where a documentary of the Messiah's great deeds were playing. She smiled. The Messiah is a great leader, she thought.
 
Diana cracks open her eyes. She jumps up suddenly when she sees the clock. 9:01 She gasps and bows in all directions hoping that the unseen camera can see that she is truly sorry. She looks around in her dusty apartment high above the street and yawned. She couldn't sleep last night. She puts on the clothes needed for the day and turns on the tv on the way to the washroom. As she splashed water on her face, she could her the messiah giving a speech of some sort.

She dried her face and went into the tiny kitchen connected to her tiny living room. She walks towards her food printer and chooses some food. Any food. Diana couldn't care less. She plops down at the single table behind the leather sofa and tuned in to the messiah's speech. He was talking about how he has advanced in some technology or something. What ever... Diana thought. She always thought of herself as a rebel. Someone different. But even if she was a rebel, she would never defy the great and powerful messiah. When the words entered her mind, she pushed them into the back of her mind and focused on the messiah's speech. She hooked onto every single word of the powerful leader and listened intently.

She munched silently in thought. Wonder what will happen today. She hears clapping going on the screen and she sees the messiah take a bow. I guess he's done. Diana instinctively claps along with the crowd as the messiah looks at the camera, but Diana thought he was looking right at her. His eyes drilling holes into Diana. She gulped, today doesn't seem like a very good day...
 
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(I'm afraid I'm going to have to continue on without Zane Zane . Sorry bud, you can post your post after mine if you'd like. Or you can wait some more.)
Time: 9:01AM
Location: The work train.
Your television immediately switches to a blank screen as the clock strikes 9:01, and a woman's voice is heard saying "proceed to the exit and get on your appropriate street car. You will be arriving at your designated work area to work until worship time." The woman repeats this twice, and your metal door opens up. A guard stands in the middle of the hallway of your living floor and leads you down an elevator to the bottom floor where various street cars are stopped.

Darwin Schneider.
Darwin had directed his attention away from the television, and onto the clock. He stood up and walks towards the door, keeping his eye on the ticking device. Tick. Tick. Tick. The television screen went black and the familiar sound of a woman was heard. This was not just any woman. However, this was the vice-overseer to the messiah. She appeared in public for him during worship to speak words of wisdom for him, since his face was rarely seen except for on television and posters.

Darwin followed the man standing in his hallway, hallway #486, of the second residential building built in the Capitol. He sat patiently waiting for the elevator to go down 485 floors to the bottom, and didn't interact with the other people in the elevator, for talking to another person while not on break or during free time was considered suspicious. Once he finally reached the bottom floor, he found the street car with a bright sign with the word "farm" on it. He walked through the doors and sat down on one of the seats.
 
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The drone of the alarm woke Bishop up at 8:30 in the morning. Being part an enforce it was important that he woke up before the masses in order to receive any reports of suspicious actions. Promptly he sat up out of his cot. He was in a small barren room that was used by the enforcers as they traded shifts every few weeks. This was his first morning in this district. He stood up with a sigh. Despite being on the latter half of 40 years old he was still in incredible shape. Nobody would be accusing him of being an old man yet. With no hesitation he walked to his food printer picking the eggs and toast without hesitation. He was s simple man and he enjoyed simple things. He placed the cube in his mouth and let it dissolve filling his senses with the eggs and toast. Quite delicious. Vadim provides for his people so well. With a grunt he pressed the button that rested next to the food dispenser. Into an outstretched hand popped out a few capsules. Simply put to make sure security and military officers remain in tip top shape they are given a daily dose of performance enhancing drugs. Without question he popped them into his mouth. Vadim provides for his enforcers too.

8:05 breakfast and drugs out of the way Bishop moved on with his morning ritual before his shift started at nine. He flipped on a small radio that was mounted on his wall that broadcast Vadim's speech on the Terrorists threat that has been plaguing his utopia. His face twisted from stoic to grim. He would not stand for anything challenging the messiahs dream. He would keep out a keen eye for any sign of dissent; it may lead him to crushing the terrorists. With a discontented sigh he turned to the middle of his cubicle like room and stared his morning exercise.

One set of morning exercise and a two minute shower later Bishop donned his enforcer armor, jacket, and then with meticulous ritual equipped each piece of his equipment. By the end he was mostly equipped, though he was missing a few pieces. Whenever he traveled he had to turn in any explosives to HQ. He would stop by the explosives manufactory for some replacements. That would have to wait until after worship. First he would have to go pay visit to suspicious people.

He stood at his door with his helmet under arm he steeled himself for the day. He must remain resolute or the messiahs dream could crumble. He would not allow it! With a beep his door opened. Raising his helmet up he pressed it over head with a clicking sound it attached to his suit the internal display flickered to life. He marched down the hall towards the streetcar he would take into the business area that would be inspected today.

“Operator.” His voice was gravely and deep.

“Operator here, what can I do for you Enforcer Bishop?”

“let the explosives department know I’ll be stopping by at 12:30 to pick up my equipment, and send the list of any suspicious people that will be in my Patrol today starting with this late risers from today.” He responded with a flat affect.

“Understood, Sending information now. Praise the Messiah.”

“Praise the Messiah.” He responded with conviction.

By this time he was boarding the train to the beginning of his patrol. He stood towering over the other commuters, observing those who came on the train, scrutinizing them from behind the mirrored orange glass.
 
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The drone of the alarm woke Bishop up at 8:30 in the morning.
8:05 breakfast and drugs out of the way Bishop moved on with his morning ritual before his shift started at nine.
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Hmm nice accurate timeline.... Anyways

Ring! The bell on the side of the door rings as another customer enters the cafe. "Welcome!" Diana shouted. The customer was a man wearing a sweater and jeans. He walks up towards Diana and stares into her eyes.
"Hey. I want to order a french vanilla along with a glazed donut please."

"Sure thing sir, but I am sorry to say that we are out of glazed donuts," Diana replied.

The man narrowed his eyes. "Is that so? Well, I'll just have to go with the coffee then."

"Sure no problem," Diana replied with a smile on her face. The man just nods as she goes to prepare the french vanilla.

"Oops!" As an elbow comes crashing into her stomach and mach speed. Diana instantly doubles over, dropping the coffee cube onto the floor as Diana tries to recover. I rough calloused hand pushes her head down as a pair of sneakers grind the cube into fine grains of sand. By the time the pressure on the back of her head eases up and she looks up. She is confronted by nothing out of the ordinary. Who could it be? she wondered. She wipes up the spill, hoping that the man isn't too impatient and prepares another french vanilla.

(Gonna have to cut this one short. No time...)
 
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The first thing John notices once he enters the building that is his workplace is the explosives department representative speaking to the operator over the phone. He could tell that it was an important call, with her face so subtly paranoid. John had seen many an interrogation, and along with his highly trained eyes, he could gauge people's emotions pretty easily. He decided to pay no more attention to this, however. He simply sauntered over to his desk, waiting for the obligatory training or paperwork.

As much as it should've, the unmistakable sound of the warning sound blasting into his ears didn't surprise John at all. There had been a recent outcrop of terrorist attacks, but none of them had killed any civilians on John's watch. Pushing aside these thoughts, he immediately headed out to where the attack was purported to be. He was glad to be able to crush resistance to the great Messiah's rule.
 
Time: 11:59AM

Location: The street car procession going towards the chapel

Darwin Schneider:
The day had been going well for Darwin, he had spent the day inside of his workspace growing corn for the recently recovered "enchilada" recipe, which was to be pout on the dinner menu across the N.U.S.S.R via the connected data web where food was stored as a compact form so that it could be transported quickly to food printers.

The process required him placing bags of genetically modified corn seeds which grew at a fast rate, and then sorting through the harvested corn to make sure the machine hadn't made any errors. He was focused at doing his job, and had completely forgot about worship at 12:00 until the clock struck 11:59 and the timer went off. He then immediately switched off the growing machine and headed to the street car bay to join the procession.

Every day as 12:00PM the street cars from various locations would travel in a line towards the ginormous building known simply as "the chapel" where they would worship the messiah for an hour.
Trine Trine sorry for skipping you, I thought that this part was a bit unnecessary, I won't skip you in the next few rounds of posts since they'll be important)
 
(This is going to be a short one)

"Im sorry sir for the inconvienience," Diana says apologeticly while bowing down in front of the man. He didnt look patient at all. Rather, he looks furious! He was red in the face as well as literal steam pouring out of his ears.

"I'm sorry, but I can't accept this!" He storms out of the cafe, spouting nonsense like how he will sue us. Diana stares red faced at the closed doors. Just as he turns the corner, Diana notices, that he is wearing a pair of red sneakers. She shakes her head. He sabotaged me...

"You idiot!" A hand cuffs the back of her head. She turns around to meet the angry face of her fellow employee. "You've screwed up our only chance to become better!"

"What?"

"Because you were so late today, you missed the meeting that a health critic was coming to see our cafe. Now you've done it!" He shouts, hands on his hips.

"I...I...I'm sorry."

"Dam right you are! I will give you one last chance to redeem yourself. If you mess up one more time, you are going to be fired!" Although he didn't really have the authority to do so.

"Yes!"

"Now get back to work!" Diana nodded. She was so embarrassed. She hangs her head and go to the back of the shop and remained there for the rest of her shift.

BEEP! Diana checks her watch and looks at the time. 11:58! "****" Diana quickly looks around. Empty. Diana curses again and sprints out towards the closest chapel. GAH CHAPEL TIME!
 
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(It's okay, there's not much to talk about school anyway >_>)

Time: 11:59AM

Aida was in school, along with other people her age. She did not know them. They did not know her. Today, they learned more about machinery, weaponry, and occupations. One day, she would serve the Messiah. She hoped that day would come soon.

At precisely 11:59, the School's timer went off. The children went in a single file line and marched into the street car that would take them to the chapel. This part was the best part of the day. They would head to the chapel, where she would be able to see the Messiah. They would talk about all sorts of great and glorious deeds he had done for the country, for the world, for her. Aida looked around at the people around her and smiled.

"Praise the Messiah!" shouted a person.

"Praise the Messiah!" she echoed, and the street car started to move.
 
By the time 12:00 struck, John had already been at The Chapel for a solid ten minutes. He would never pass up a chance to worship the great messiah, especially after quelling some rebellion rule. Of course, the Messiah had always inspired him to protect the citizens so well, being the powerful, stoic leader that he was. Seeing all of the train cars coming in solidified his faith in the great reach of the Messiah's power, after the recent resurfacing terrorist attacks. At least some people can appreciate the solid rule of his law.

(i'll just keep things short until the plot starts rolling)
 
Time was passing nicely in this district. Usually upon arrival he would find many things out of place in his inspections but there was something different here. The messiah’s presence seemed stronger somehow. He walked down the streets a pillar of uniformity. He was a tall man easily towering over most of the people the armor and the cloak like jacket making him look like some kind of giant.

He scanned every person he passed for any sign of dissent. In the presence of an enforcer most people saw him as a pillar of the community. Nervousness in the presence of order was a sure sign of guilt. No such luck, as time for his break approached he headed to get a cup of coffee, as was customary for enforcers, before the citizens headed to worship. Something stopped him though. A man, sweating and downtrodden looking, walking with his head down. Bingo that would be the sign he was looking for.

“Sir,” he said as he stopped the man “step aside for a moment.” He stated coldly as he guided the man out of the way of everyone else. “You look unsatisfactory, has the messiah not provided well enough for you?”

“I’m terribly sorry I find myself quite ill today!” the man response hastily bowing his head ashamed while he offered Bishop his papers.

Bishop Observeved the man’s identification while he spoke, “Illness is not a crime, and your desire to continue to work towards the messiahs dream is admirable, but you must go and report to a medical facility immediately. If you infect others then they cannot work towards the dream either.” He returns the man’s papers to him. “You will be checked in with in the next 24 hours, go directly to medical. Praise the messiah.”

“Praise the messiah.” Said the man now looking thankful, he heads off to medical instead of worship.

Not the kind of stop he was expecting, though it reaffirmed the messiahs influence in this area for sure. He would have to make further observations and make a report.

As bishop arrived in the coffee shop he was greeted to a welcome yet disturbing sight. The woman working the ‘coffee machine’ was grossly against uniform. The first glaring problem was that her hair was bright blue. Second she looked miserable. As he stared at her a small blip popped up in his helmets display revealing that she was one of the suspicious people from the morning. He had prosecuted for less.

Bishop approached the counter with no intent of ordering coffee any longer. As he comes within arms reach his HUD confirmed from her face that she was in fact Diana Leona. Without a word he reached over the counter grabbing a thick handful of the cobalt hair, and pulled the young woman clear over the counter with little effort. As he dragged her towards the door of the café he spoke.

“Diana Leona, you are under investigation for waking late and showing no appreciation for the life the messiah has built for you. Furthermore you are in gross infringement of uniformity, and will be prosecute for such infractions.” He shoved the door open with force moving into the middle of the street. He would kill two birds with one stone as he interrogated her for whom gave her the dye. It would have to be someone in textiles. They too would be prosecuted. Unless… perhaps she stole it.

He lifted the girl by her hair to his face level and spoke again. “Who provided you with the dye?” he asked as he turned the girl away from him putting her back down forcefully. And further forced her to her knees. “Did you steal it?” he commanded before she could answer the first question as he reached into his jacket to retrieve his crop to divvy out her lashings.
 
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Time was passing nicely in this district. Usually upon arrival he would find many things out of place in his inspections but there was something different here. The messiah’s presence seemed stronger somehow. He walked down the streets a pillar of uniformity. He was a tall man easily towering over most of the people the armor and the cloak like jacket making him look like some kind of giant.

He scanned every person he passed for any sign of dissent. In the presence of an enforcer most people saw him as a pillar of the community. Nervousness in the presence of order was a sure sign of guilt. No such luck, as time for his break approached he headed to get a cup of coffee, as was customary for enforcers, before the citizens headed to worship. Something stopped him though. A man, sweating and downtrodden looking, walking with his head down. Bingo that would be the sign he was looking for.

“Sir,” he said as he stopped the man “step aside for a moment.” He stated coldly as he guided the man out of the way of everyone else. “You look unsatisfactory, has the messiah not provided well enough for you?”

“I’m terribly sorry I find myself quite ill today!” the man response hastily bowing his head ashamed while he offered Bishop his papers.

Bishop Observeved the man’s identification while he spoke, “Illness is not a crime, and your desire to continue to work towards the messiahs dream is admirable, but you must go and report to a medical facility immediately. If you infect others then they cannot work towards the dream either.” He returns the man’s papers to him. “You will be checked in with in the next 24 hours, go directly to medical. Praise the messiah.”

“Praise the messiah.” Said the man now looking thankful, he heads off to medical instead of worship.

Not the kind of stop he was expecting, though it reaffirmed the messiahs influence in this area for sure. He would have to make further observations and make a report.

As bishop arrived in the coffee shop he was greeted to a welcome yet disturbing sight. The woman working the ‘coffee machine’ was grossly against uniform. The first glaring problem was that her hair was bright blue. Second she looked miserable. As he stared at her a small blip popped up in his helmets display revealing that she was one of the suspicious people from the morning. He had prosecuted for less.

Bishop approached the counter with no intent of ordering coffee any longer. As he comes within arms reach his HUD confirmed from her face that she was in fact Diana Leona. Without a word he reached over the counter grabbing a thick handful of the cobalt hair, and pulled the young woman clear over the counter with little effort. As he dragged her towards the door of the café he spoke.

“Diana Leona, you are under investigation for waking late and showing no appreciation for the life the messiah has built for you. Furthermore you are in gross infringement of uniformity, and will be prosecute for such infractions.” He shoved the door open with force moving into the middle of the street. He would kill two birds with one stone as he interrogated her for whom gave her the dye. It would have to be someone in textiles. They too would be prosecuted. Unless… perhaps she stole it.

He lifted the girl by her hair to his face level and spoke again. “Who provided you with the dye?” he asked as he turned the girl away from him putting her back down forcefully. And further forced her to her knees. “Did you steal it?” he commanded before she could answer the first question as he reached into his jacket to retrieve his crop to divvy out her lashings.
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Zane said:
Time was passing nicely in this district. Usually upon arrival he would find many things out of place in his inspections but there was something different here. The messiah’s presence seemed stronger somehow. He walked down the streets a pillar of uniformity. He was a tall man easily towering over most of the people the armor and the cloak like jacket making him look like some kind of giant.

He scanned every person he passed for any sign of dissent. In the presence of an enforcer most people saw him as a pillar of the community. Nervousness in the presence of order was a sure sign of guilt. No such luck, as time for his break approached he headed to get a cup of coffee, as was customary for enforcers, before the citizens headed to worship. Something stopped him though. A man, sweating and downtrodden looking, walking with his head down. Bingo that would be the sign he was looking for.

“Sir,” he said as he stopped the man “step aside for a moment.” He stated coldly as he guided the man out of the way of everyone else. “You look unsatisfactory, has the messiah not provided well enough for you?”

“I’m terribly sorry I find myself quite ill today!” the man response hastily bowing his head ashamed while he offered Bishop his papers.

Bishop Observeved the man’s identification while he spoke, “Illness is not a crime, and your desire to continue to work towards the messiahs dream is admirable, but you must go and report to a medical facility immediately. If you infect others then they cannot work towards the dream either.” He returns the man’s papers to him. “You will be checked in with in the next 24 hours, go directly to medical. Praise the messiah.”

“Praise the messiah.” Said the man now looking thankful, he heads off to medical instead of worship.

Not the kind of stop he was expecting, though it reaffirmed the messiahs influence in this area for sure. He would have to make further observations and make a report.

As bishop arrived in the coffee shop he was greeted to a welcome yet disturbing sight. The woman working the ‘coffee machine’ was grossly against uniform. The first glaring problem was that her hair was bright blue. Second she looked miserable. As he stared at her a small blip popped up in his helmets display revealing that she was one of the suspicious people from the morning. He had prosecuted for less.

Bishop approached the counter with no intent of ordering coffee any longer. As he comes within arms reach his HUD confirmed from her face that she was in fact Diana Leona. Without a word he reached over the counter grabbing a thick handful of the cobalt hair, and pulled the young woman clear over the counter with little effort. As he dragged her towards the door of the café he spoke.

“Diana Leona, you are under investigation for waking late and showing no appreciation for the life the messiah has built for you. Furthermore you are in gross infringement of uniformity, and will be prosecute for such infractions.” He shoved the door open with force moving into the middle of the street. He would kill two birds with one stone as he interrogated her for whom gave her the dye. It would have to be someone in textiles. They too would be prosecuted. Unless… perhaps she stole it.

He lifted the girl by her hair to his face level and spoke again. “Who provided you with the dye?” he asked as he turned the girl away from him putting her back down forcefully. And further forced her to her knees. “Did you steal it?” he commanded before she could answer the first question as he reached into his jacket to retrieve his crop to divvy out her lashings.
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(dam ok... it doesn't really add up, but ok.) (I've also lost the approval of sunstone... stopped liking my posts :( sad life )

As Diana quickly puts up her apron, she hears the door to the cafe open. She goes to say that the cafe is closed, but then, OUCH! Rough hands gripped her hair like a tug of war and her hair was the rope. Diana looks back and attempts to suppress a scream. It was a guard, wearing full body gear. He shouts why her hair is blue and drops her on the floor.
"I..." The guard doesn't wait for an answer and screams into her ear, "DID YOU STEAL IT?"
"I..." Diana tries to say something again, but the guard reaches into his jacket and takes out something Diana is deathly scared of. Its a crop, its a crop, its a crop. The mind inside of her head screams. Her mind instantly goes back to the time she first experienced the crop.

It was on the day of her 12th birthday. She was twirling her blonde hair walking down the street. She was on her way to chapel. On the way, she passed a factory. She decided that missing a chapel was ok. So she entered the factory. Inside, there was a woman who was sewing clothes for first class people. They were all bright colors. The woman saw Diana and gave pity on her. She offered a vial of blue dye. They suddenly heard footsteps out side of the door and the woman ushered Diana under a desk. They door is broken down just as Diana ducked under the desk. 2 guards burst into the room and snatch the woman. one of them shout. "YOU!" The other guard reaches into his jacket and withdrew an odd device. It was a crop. They used it and gave them woman 50 lashes. After that, she was bloody and unconscious. Little Diana was petrified. That night, when she got home, she dyed her hair blue in memory of the woman.

Now in the face of the thing that decimated the woman. Diana felt weak in the knees. And. LIGHTS OUT!
 
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Time: 12:13PM

Location: the chapel, 100 yards away from the girl being questioned by the enforcer.

The guards at the chapel scanned the faces of everyone in the huge building, to make sure everyone was present. They then whispered something into the ear of Lena Blackwood, the voice of the messiah, who preached at the chapel every day in his absence.

"Excuse me, it seems we have lost a Diana Leona. If she is present in the chapel and our scanners have made a mistake please show yourself Diana."

Nobody spoke.

"Alright, we will proceed worship as if nothing were wrong."

Everyone suddenly snapped into an uncontrollable state of awareness, and stared directly into her eyes, as if in a trance. They began lulling a low tune that they opened service with every morning. As Bishop was about to give Diana her lashings, a deafening explosion was heard from the chapel, and a man with a sickeningly familiar voice screamed "yee-haw!" He shouted something in a language that sounded familiar, but you couldn't understand the words to... English, a language long forgotten except by rebels. It was said by the messiah to be the secret code the terrorists communicated with that everyon subconsciously understood, for Everyone was so evil. The guards immediately opened fire, and the terrorists fired back, killing a guard and hurting Lena badly. She was escorted out of the building and several terrorists grabbed Darwin, John, and Aida. They threw them into a hover car and drove away, firing at the guards in hot pursuit. Bishop took several bullets to the leg, where his armor wasn't covering.
 
“Hrrrmmm” he grumbled as the girl passed out before he had even hit her with one lashing. He saw no benefit in punishing her if she were unconscious and there were no current onlookers. She could not go unpunished though. He stared down on her pathetic figure for a moment before a buzz rang in his ear.

“All units, Diana Leona is missing from worship keep an eye out for suspicious activity.”

Bishop couldn’t help but wonder how she had been allowed to have colored hair for so long. The guards seemed to do their duty but the sick man and the girl with blue hair concerned him. “Enforcer Bishop here,” he announced into the open channel for the regular guards to receive. “I have Diana in my custody.” There was a moment of silence, likely the realization that an enforcer was now amongst them, before they responded.

“Understood. Thank you Bishop.” Returned to him in an official voice.

Once more he looked down at Diana; he reached back inside his jacket drawing out a combat knife. For the time being he would remove the ‘ununiform’ hair. Before he could do anything of the like though, the sound of the church exploding merely 100 yards from his location turned his attention.

In a matter of moments terrorists were flooding out guns blazing. As bishop sheathed his knife to get out his gun and join in the firefight they turned on him. As they open fired upon him he turned grabbing Diana by the back of her shirt yanking her limp body close to his armor as he knelt down to shield her from the incoming fire. She may be suspicious and in infringement of the laws, but she was a citizen of the messiah’s dream. His first directive was to protect the people from any threat. Bullets slammed into his armor most round were mostly benign but the enforcers armor was meant to withstand incredible assaults from the front but the back protected the vitals but has some vulnerabilities.

“WARNING-servo control damaged-disabling power to motion assistance.”

His suit suddenly felt as heavy as it was; furthermore all of his joins became very stiff. The motors being off meant Bishop would have to push though them in order to move. Suddenly burning pain in his right leg as a few round tore into one of the weak points in the back of the leg. He bellowed in pain and rage as he forced himself to turn towards the now diminishing fire in his direction. The servos in his suit whined as he forced them to move. Handgun drawn and the bullets now slamming into the front of his suit he returned fire grazing one of the terrorists. His aim was seriously compromised with his damaged armor.

He rounds in his gun expended he was in a bad way. He had a smg on his back but he couldn’t reach it with the damage. Still kneeling he roars as he pushes to his feet. Despite everything he stands blood running down pooling down by his right boot. He drew his knife once more and stood between the terrorists and Diana’s body.

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Bang! Gunshots woke Diana from her unconsciousness and she gasped for breath. The scenery was on fire. Terrorists were everywhere guns blazing. A shadow looms over her and she looks up. The guard from earlier is shielding her from the bullets. She wondered why he would do such a thing. Protect her even though she broke the law. She scrambles behind the cafe's counter away from the bullets and the guard. She goes into the storage room just behind and grabbed her belongings. She reached inside to draw out a black hat. She doesn't usually wear them, but today she felt like covering her hair was necessary.

She grabbed her bag and crawled back out into the cafe's main room and she could hear no more. She risked a peek. She promptly fainted a second time that day. (I have no idea what she say, but i have no info to use so i'm just gonna leave sunstone to do something about it. if you don't like it i will change it like ALL my other posts.)
 
It all happened so fast, John could barely react, even as a trained officer. He was of course ready to leave worship in case something was reported, but these terrorists clearly came from somewhere off the grid. When John was captured, he would've fought back. That is, if there wasn't anything to stop him. But these terrorists came prepared to take some hostages with a fast acting poison that could knock out the average man with a drop. The second those terrorists drugged him, he fell unconscious. As he was being dragged away from worship, with the chaos surrounding him, nobody noticed. And nobody noticed the other two either.

When John woke up, he could barely make out a few symbols in the trunk of the hovercar he was in. By the looks of it, it was some antiquated language. Probably before the great war that unified the Messiah's people. He tried again to dissolve memories of the past and try signalling for help, to no avail. He had been tied up, and his speech was muffled by the rags tied over his mouth. Looking down at the rag, he noticed a symbol. A very familiar symbol.
 
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It all happened so fast, John could barely react, even as a trained officer. He was of course ready to leave worship in case something was reported, but these terrorists clearly came from somewhere off the grid. When John was captured, he would've fought back. That is, if there wasn't anything to stop him. But these terrorists came prepared to take some hostages with a fast acting poison that could knock out the average man with a drop. The second those terrorists drugged him, he fell unconscious. As he was being dragged away from worship, with the chaos surrounding him, nobody noticed. And nobody noticed the other two either.

When John woke up, he could barely make out a few symbols in the trunk of the hovercar he was in. By the looks of it, it was some antiquated language. Probably before the great war that unified the Messiah's people. He tried again to dissolve memories of the past and try signalling for help, to no avail. He had been tied up, and his speech was muffled by the rags tied over his mouth. Looking down at the rag, he noticed a symbol. A very familiar symbol.
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Sunstone Sunstone
 
Aida woke up disoriented in an unfamiliar location. The floor she was lying down on was uncomfortable. She could not move her arms or legs. Her mouth was covered. She tried to speak, but only a muffled sound came out. It was also dark. She tried to remember what had happened. How did she end up here? She remembered the school. She remembered the Chapel. She also remembered being grabbed by...

That's it. She had been watching the program with the rebels too much. This sort of thing always happened on the television. Afterwards, it was said that the rebels would use inhumane methods to torture the people they've kidnapped. Aida sighed in relief. This was only a bad dream. It would be over soon. She closed her eyes and decided to count to ten, a method she'd use whenever she had a bad dream. At the count of ten, she would wake up in her bed, safe and sound. Today was a bad dream, and nothing more.

Aida slowed down her breathing and counted slowly. One... Two... Three... At ten, she opened her eyes. Nothing changed. She was still on the floor, incapable of moving. The floor jolted, tossing her violently upwards. She fell down onto the floor. It hurt. She was afraid. This was not a bad dream. This was real.

Help, she thought to herself, Help me...
 
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Bang! Gunshots woke Diana from her unconsciousness and she gasped for breath. The scenery was on fire. Terrorists were everywhere guns blazing. A shadow looms over her and she looks up. The guard from earlier is shielding her from the bullets. She wondered why he would do such a thing. Protect her even though she broke the law. She scrambles behind the cafe's counter away from the bullets and the guard. She goes into the storage room just behind and grabbed her belongings. She reached inside to draw out a black hat. She doesn't usually wear them, but today she felt like covering her hair was necessary.

She grabbed her bag and crawled back out into the cafe's main room and she could hear no more. She risked a peek. She promptly fainted a second time that day. (I have no idea what she say, but i have no info to use so i'm just gonna leave sunstone to do something about it. if you don't like it i will change it like ALL my other posts.)
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Time: ???
Location: ???
Diana woke up inside of a hover car, next to her food printer. In order to produce the wirelessly transmitted food from the printers (especially for new prisoners who hadn't gotten used to eating real food again), the rising Phoenix members would steal one every time they kidnapped several captives. The cafe where Diana worked had been broken into by a member of the rising Phoenix organization who had sought after the printer.

( Zane Zane and I will decide decide via PM how he is united with the group)

The group, including Darwin, wakes up, bound by primitive rope to the hovering vehicle. The car was traveling through some sort of tunnel, cameras and booby traps everywhere. It suddenly dropped vertically down a pit, and stopped abruptly before hitting the ground. A man speaking the language of messiah speaks to the group,


"welcome friends, to your new home, underground. There are no laws here, unless you're tryin' to hurt anyone. Then you'll be thrown in prison. You'll be supplied with your own house, and we'll feed you every day as much as you want. Your memory will be refreshed, we'll try and make sure you learn English, and you'll be fed a proper meal after you get used to eating real food. If you do try to escape, you'll be shot. So I wouldn't recommend trying anything funny. Your memory will be refreshed tomorrow, for now you'll have to sleep in a prison cell."

You are led into a large building, made out of wood and clay, and thrown into a cell made of concrete. It's well lit and there's a bed and a toilet. A guard also stands with an old assault rifle watching over the prisoners.
 
Sunstone said:
Time: ???
Location: ???
Diana woke up inside of a hover car, next to her food printer. In order to produce the wirelessly transmitted food from the printers (especially for new prisoners who hadn't gotten used to eating real food again), the rising Phoenix members would steal one every time they kidnapped several captives. The cafe where Diana worked had been broken into by a member of the rising Phoenix organization who had sought after the printer.

( Zane Zane and I will decide decide via PM how he is united with the group)

The group, including Darwin, wakes up, bound by primitive rope to the hovering vehicle. The car was traveling through some sort of tunnel, cameras and booby traps everywhere. It suddenly dropped vertically down a pit, and stopped abruptly before hitting the ground. A man speaking the language of messiah speaks to the group,


"welcome friends, to your new home, underground. There are no laws here, unless you're tryin' to hurt anyone. Then you'll be thrown in prison. You'll be supplied with your own house, and we'll feed you every day as much as you want. Your memory will be refreshed, we'll try and make sure you learn English, and you'll be fed a proper meal after you get used to eating real food. If you do try to escape, you'll be shot. So I wouldn't recommend trying anything funny. Your memory will be refreshed tomorrow, for now you'll have to sleep in a prison cell."

You are led into a large building, made out of wood and clay, and thrown into a cell made of concrete. It's well lit and there's a bed and a toilet. A guard also stands with an old assault rifle watching over the prisoners.
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John struggled to get out of the cell, but he couldn't muster nearly enough strength, especially whilst half-drugged. John could see that he and the other three civilians were going to be stuck here for a while. It was disgraceful to see that there were people that he couldn't protect. Powerless to act physically, he sat on the bed. He knew what was going to come. He was going to be tortured and beaten like the other victims were on the nationally broadcasted propaganda videos. In fact, as a skilled protector of civilians, they were probably going to try to get some valuable information about the explosives department from him. No matter what happened, however, John wasn't going to let the words slip. He wouldn't tell them anything.
 
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