grey987
Man of the Shadows
[NOTE: This is an alternate version of "Two Worlds Apart" which is being roleplayed between myself and DeUil. Credit goes to the Hunger Games trilogy for being this roleplay's inspiration]
War. That was all that was really on anybody's mind right now. The districts of Calvenna (what was formerly known as the United States of America)- all 7 of them- were at war with the nation's wicked capitol, Libertas. An ironic thing, really, to be at odds with a capitol whose name was derived from the Roman Goddess who represented freedom and liberty, remembered best by the landmark created in her stead... It was supposed to be a beacon of hope, a signal to its nation that all would be respected and granted with the rights everyone deserved to possess. But the reality of it was that Libertas, which had control over the districts it had organized the 50 states into, was corrupt even beyond its core, and stood for nothing but complete domination and the submissiveness of all that it ruled over. Calvenna's sectors, of course, opposed this when it all came to light and tried as best they could to fight a civil-mannered battle in order to make sure everyone in the nation was treated fairly without oppression having to sag their shoulders. But the government of Libertas wouldn't listen, wouldn't see from their perspective what they were beginning to suffer through every day. Instead, they made it worse on them, and sent out soldiers to keep them bordered and gun down anyone who tried to disrupt the 'peace' that they were trying to maintain.
But it didn't work the way they wanted to. What they did instead was turn a candlelight of flame into a burning inferno that consumed everything close to it.
What was once civil became primal, and the districts began to fight back fiercely. This led to many casualties, much death and much destruction on both sides of the long-lasting fight, and yet neither side would led up. More specifically, Libertas wouldn't just down and arrive at a damn truce. The nation just had to keep fighting with itself, and slowly tear itself apart from the inside out. It made Kyle Kennington of District 4 wonder how beautiful places such as this could exist, as he sat with one leg crossed over the other and looked out at a valley with many hills and forestry to encompass it. A wooden guitar given to him by his parents also sat idly in his lap, being left alone for now while its owner just took in the sights and sounds of nature for what they were, closing his eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath. To think that even young ones were starting to be drafted into this war, without a say or choice about what they wanted to do... What was it they said, kids as young as twelve? Maybe even eleven? He didn't know, but he didn't really want to know either. All he had to worry about right now was keeping his family safe, and making sure that they could stay alive and well for as long as they possibly could.
After all, there was really no telling of when Libertas troops would end up descending upon their little town, a possibility that served to frighten Kyle during many of his waking hours.
War. That was all that was really on anybody's mind right now. The districts of Calvenna (what was formerly known as the United States of America)- all 7 of them- were at war with the nation's wicked capitol, Libertas. An ironic thing, really, to be at odds with a capitol whose name was derived from the Roman Goddess who represented freedom and liberty, remembered best by the landmark created in her stead... It was supposed to be a beacon of hope, a signal to its nation that all would be respected and granted with the rights everyone deserved to possess. But the reality of it was that Libertas, which had control over the districts it had organized the 50 states into, was corrupt even beyond its core, and stood for nothing but complete domination and the submissiveness of all that it ruled over. Calvenna's sectors, of course, opposed this when it all came to light and tried as best they could to fight a civil-mannered battle in order to make sure everyone in the nation was treated fairly without oppression having to sag their shoulders. But the government of Libertas wouldn't listen, wouldn't see from their perspective what they were beginning to suffer through every day. Instead, they made it worse on them, and sent out soldiers to keep them bordered and gun down anyone who tried to disrupt the 'peace' that they were trying to maintain.
But it didn't work the way they wanted to. What they did instead was turn a candlelight of flame into a burning inferno that consumed everything close to it.
What was once civil became primal, and the districts began to fight back fiercely. This led to many casualties, much death and much destruction on both sides of the long-lasting fight, and yet neither side would led up. More specifically, Libertas wouldn't just down and arrive at a damn truce. The nation just had to keep fighting with itself, and slowly tear itself apart from the inside out. It made Kyle Kennington of District 4 wonder how beautiful places such as this could exist, as he sat with one leg crossed over the other and looked out at a valley with many hills and forestry to encompass it. A wooden guitar given to him by his parents also sat idly in his lap, being left alone for now while its owner just took in the sights and sounds of nature for what they were, closing his eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath. To think that even young ones were starting to be drafted into this war, without a say or choice about what they wanted to do... What was it they said, kids as young as twelve? Maybe even eleven? He didn't know, but he didn't really want to know either. All he had to worry about right now was keeping his family safe, and making sure that they could stay alive and well for as long as they possibly could.
After all, there was really no telling of when Libertas troops would end up descending upon their little town, a possibility that served to frighten Kyle during many of his waking hours.
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