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Lorekeeper
6:30pm, on a Friday evening was when it happened. Every single television channel, every radio station,and every website began the announcement at the exact same time.
There was a blast of loud fanfare, which took only a few moments to have the intended effect. Almost every eye or ear was paying attention to the sudden announcement that had temporarily taken over the airwaves.
“The show has begun!” Announced a jovial, young adult male voice. “Ten years in the making, and the Wolf Lake Project is finally complete! Tomorrow morning at 9am, our Lightspeed monorails will be opening to escort -you- in luxury to the official opening of your new favourite place in the country. Paragon! Wolf Lake Incorporated will be running a competition at the opening to allow a group of individuals to experience Paragon without the crowds! For those lucky few, you'll be able to eat from the food courts for free, you'll get free rides at the amusement park and a shopping spree at a store of your choice! Every ticket to ride the monorail is a ticket to win!”
The fanfare plays once again before everything returns back to normal, leaving the country abuzz with this exciting news.
Just before 9am, Saturday morning.
"Let. Me. Through!" A high pitched whine exploded across the crowd at the large station at Rosecliff. The capital city was bustling even more than normal thanks to the announcement last night. The light blond haired teenage girl pushed through the crowd, her heels clip clapping on the pavement.
She was Christy Queen, and she was the daughter of Peter Queen; the second richest man in Rosecliff. Behind her back, Christy was called the living doll (and sometimes to her face as well) due to her extreme amount of body modifications. Her skin was taut, pale and flawless, her eyes were slightly larger than normal and tinted violet. Her figure had been sculpted to give her a figure not unlike a Barbie doll, her tiny waist made tinier by the expensive corsets she wore.
How she could still breathe and function, was anybody's guess.
"Finally!" She exclaimed as she reached the front of the line, batting her long eyelashes at the monorail attendant who gave her a flat glare. Digging into her stupidly expensive handbag, she withdrew her ticket and passed it to the man with a sweet smile.
It was pretty obvious a lot of people didn't like her.
One of the men beside her sighed and adjusted the glasses that were perched on his nose. He had a large leather satchel at his side and a pen tucked behind his right ear. He was Allen Markus, a 45 year old freelance journalist. He made his way through life selling the stories of people from all around the country to the newspapers and trashy magazines. Allen didn't make a lot of money, but this was his life and he enjoyed every moment of it.
He adjusted the satchel on his arm and glanced at the time on his watch, it wasn't long now.
The Silverly station was almost as busy, the medium sized city had a sudden influx of visitors from the surrounding area. Almost every hotel and motel was booked out with the excitement of the news. A brown-haired youth waited in line with his family, looking probably the least excited to be here out of the entire crowd. Old iPod in hand, earphones over his ears; he blasted loud music into his ears to block out the clamour of the crowd... and his family.
"Mathias!" His mother, Stephanie had tried to get his attention at least half a dozen times now.
Her son's brown gaze met her own hazel gaze as she waved her hand to get his attention. "What?" He asked, sliding his headphones off.
"It's time to go honey." The blonde woman smiled. "Come on."
Mathias groaned and nodded, sliding his headphones back over his ears as he followed his mother and little sister forwards in the line.
Angel, as she liked to call herself, stood in line with all the patience of a saint. A few fights had broken out at the Westacre station, but had quickly been broken up by security. A delicate hand reached up and twirled the bottom of her ebony ponytail, her white feathered wings fluttering in the breeze.
She had saved up most of her pay-checks to pay for those wings, it was just a shame she couldn't fly with them. Perhaps in the future they would be able to adjust her wings for just that.
"Shaeya?" A female voice called across the crowd.
Green eyes swung towards the voice, her red-painted lips curling into a broad smile as she saw a friend, waving. Although she was distracted as an announcement sounded over the speaker system.
"Those with tickets, please move forwards and present them! The Lightspeed shall be leaving shortly!"
Helena Bern from Valmont didn't get out very often, she worked from home which kept her very busy. It was worth it though, she made a decent wage and was able to finally become the cat-girl she'd always dreamed of being. Two copper coloured fluffy cat ears perked forwards as a man announced for passengers to board the monorail, and her tail, which was the same colour as her ears and hair, swished slightly.
"E-excuse me.." She asked meekly, trying to make her way forwards.
That was the other reason she worked at home. Even at 30, she'd never grown out of being painfully shy. Not making eye contact with anyone she didn't need to, Helena had her ticket checked and she quickly found a window seat.
There was a blast of loud fanfare, which took only a few moments to have the intended effect. Almost every eye or ear was paying attention to the sudden announcement that had temporarily taken over the airwaves.
“The show has begun!” Announced a jovial, young adult male voice. “Ten years in the making, and the Wolf Lake Project is finally complete! Tomorrow morning at 9am, our Lightspeed monorails will be opening to escort -you- in luxury to the official opening of your new favourite place in the country. Paragon! Wolf Lake Incorporated will be running a competition at the opening to allow a group of individuals to experience Paragon without the crowds! For those lucky few, you'll be able to eat from the food courts for free, you'll get free rides at the amusement park and a shopping spree at a store of your choice! Every ticket to ride the monorail is a ticket to win!”
The fanfare plays once again before everything returns back to normal, leaving the country abuzz with this exciting news.
Just before 9am, Saturday morning.
"Let. Me. Through!" A high pitched whine exploded across the crowd at the large station at Rosecliff. The capital city was bustling even more than normal thanks to the announcement last night. The light blond haired teenage girl pushed through the crowd, her heels clip clapping on the pavement.
She was Christy Queen, and she was the daughter of Peter Queen; the second richest man in Rosecliff. Behind her back, Christy was called the living doll (and sometimes to her face as well) due to her extreme amount of body modifications. Her skin was taut, pale and flawless, her eyes were slightly larger than normal and tinted violet. Her figure had been sculpted to give her a figure not unlike a Barbie doll, her tiny waist made tinier by the expensive corsets she wore.
How she could still breathe and function, was anybody's guess.
"Finally!" She exclaimed as she reached the front of the line, batting her long eyelashes at the monorail attendant who gave her a flat glare. Digging into her stupidly expensive handbag, she withdrew her ticket and passed it to the man with a sweet smile.
It was pretty obvious a lot of people didn't like her.
One of the men beside her sighed and adjusted the glasses that were perched on his nose. He had a large leather satchel at his side and a pen tucked behind his right ear. He was Allen Markus, a 45 year old freelance journalist. He made his way through life selling the stories of people from all around the country to the newspapers and trashy magazines. Allen didn't make a lot of money, but this was his life and he enjoyed every moment of it.
He adjusted the satchel on his arm and glanced at the time on his watch, it wasn't long now.
The Silverly station was almost as busy, the medium sized city had a sudden influx of visitors from the surrounding area. Almost every hotel and motel was booked out with the excitement of the news. A brown-haired youth waited in line with his family, looking probably the least excited to be here out of the entire crowd. Old iPod in hand, earphones over his ears; he blasted loud music into his ears to block out the clamour of the crowd... and his family.
"Mathias!" His mother, Stephanie had tried to get his attention at least half a dozen times now.
Her son's brown gaze met her own hazel gaze as she waved her hand to get his attention. "What?" He asked, sliding his headphones off.
"It's time to go honey." The blonde woman smiled. "Come on."
Mathias groaned and nodded, sliding his headphones back over his ears as he followed his mother and little sister forwards in the line.
Angel, as she liked to call herself, stood in line with all the patience of a saint. A few fights had broken out at the Westacre station, but had quickly been broken up by security. A delicate hand reached up and twirled the bottom of her ebony ponytail, her white feathered wings fluttering in the breeze.
She had saved up most of her pay-checks to pay for those wings, it was just a shame she couldn't fly with them. Perhaps in the future they would be able to adjust her wings for just that.
"Shaeya?" A female voice called across the crowd.
Green eyes swung towards the voice, her red-painted lips curling into a broad smile as she saw a friend, waving. Although she was distracted as an announcement sounded over the speaker system.
"Those with tickets, please move forwards and present them! The Lightspeed shall be leaving shortly!"
Helena Bern from Valmont didn't get out very often, she worked from home which kept her very busy. It was worth it though, she made a decent wage and was able to finally become the cat-girl she'd always dreamed of being. Two copper coloured fluffy cat ears perked forwards as a man announced for passengers to board the monorail, and her tail, which was the same colour as her ears and hair, swished slightly.
"E-excuse me.." She asked meekly, trying to make her way forwards.
That was the other reason she worked at home. Even at 30, she'd never grown out of being painfully shy. Not making eye contact with anyone she didn't need to, Helena had her ticket checked and she quickly found a window seat.