Priya
kyber child
us, where we came from, what we are. But we can't do that without going back inside.
Those of us left split into two factions. One side refused to go back to Factory 124. They wanted to go on hiding and blend in as if all of this never happened. But the other side, my side, we want justice. We want to tear Factory 124 apart and expose it for what it is, and let the world know about us and who we are. Tensions have run high between the two groups for as long as some of us can remember, and there has been more than enough bloodshed because of it.
Our goal still stands, however. Does yours?
MAPS
((Alright, here's the starter!))
Reed pulled her hood over her head, careful to hide her non-human ears. She coiled her tail tighter around her midsection and pulled another layer on, just to be safe, and emerged from the practically desolate building she had spent the night in. The moon hung low in the sky, providing just enough light for her to dart down the street and into the woods. Earlier that week, she had counted the precise number of paces it would take her to get to the meeting place she had scheduled for everyone. As she walked those four-hundred and twenty-seven steps, she wondered if any of the other escapees she had contacted would show up. Not that it really mattered either way, she could carry on her goal just as easily by herself. But it always helped to have backup, even if she didn't want or need it. One could never be too careful nowadays. When Reed arrived to the small clearing with two abandoned cabins and a barn, she discovered she was the first to arrive. Reed settled herself on the steps of the porch on one of the cabins and waited rather impatiently for someone else to show up.
Those of us left split into two factions. One side refused to go back to Factory 124. They wanted to go on hiding and blend in as if all of this never happened. But the other side, my side, we want justice. We want to tear Factory 124 apart and expose it for what it is, and let the world know about us and who we are. Tensions have run high between the two groups for as long as some of us can remember, and there has been more than enough bloodshed because of it.
Our goal still stands, however. Does yours?
MAPS
((Alright, here's the starter!))
Reed pulled her hood over her head, careful to hide her non-human ears. She coiled her tail tighter around her midsection and pulled another layer on, just to be safe, and emerged from the practically desolate building she had spent the night in. The moon hung low in the sky, providing just enough light for her to dart down the street and into the woods. Earlier that week, she had counted the precise number of paces it would take her to get to the meeting place she had scheduled for everyone. As she walked those four-hundred and twenty-seven steps, she wondered if any of the other escapees she had contacted would show up. Not that it really mattered either way, she could carry on her goal just as easily by herself. But it always helped to have backup, even if she didn't want or need it. One could never be too careful nowadays. When Reed arrived to the small clearing with two abandoned cabins and a barn, she discovered she was the first to arrive. Reed settled herself on the steps of the porch on one of the cabins and waited rather impatiently for someone else to show up.
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