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Acidity Aggressive Citizen - Rain Halligan - @AJules ✧
✧ Acidity Rebellion Follower - Castillo Violeta Fuerte - @BewareOfBori
Acidity Rebellion Influencer - Dillan Houser - @PumpkinSpicedPepper ✧
✧ Alkali Rebellion Follower - Lambert Omysha - @Casmi
Alkali Rebellion Undercover - Sayden Dusk - @Technoscrub ✧
✧ Acidity Rebellion Follower - Konton Kuro - @Hyrotis
Acidity Rebellion Spokesperson - Alexander Silver - @MeowMeowImACat ✧
✧ Alkali Rebellion Supporter Citizen - Ixion Crowndance - @Wolfyy
Alkali Counter-Protester - Hayley Laws - @HelloColdWorld ✧
✧ Alkali Simple Citizen- Clara Bloom - @Strawberryy
Acidity Rebellion Follower - Danny Tosiksto - @Glyphynx ✧
✧ Alkali Rebellion Follower - Kiro Nakamura - @Spirits
Alkali Rebellion Follower - Rosetta Lillica - @Twixela ✧
✧ Alkali Rebellion Follower - Laila Flores - @strawberriess
Acidity Rebellion Follower - Mekhai Thompson - @MaeThePidgeon ✧
✧ Acidity Aggressive/Rude Citizen - Clove Woods - @Val
{Imbalance in citizens and rebels is purposeful.}
The noise was colossal, an indescribable and fearful scream echoed the shattered city. A stampede of distressed citizens ran outside, as the sound of crashing hit the buildings. Everyone was covered in dirt and some were bloody from the event. Young children clung to the elder people, their eyes tormented by the destruction of all they had ever known. The sky was fire, a burning reminder that it was too late. As the citizens of the city stared at their home, another scream shook the valley, as the sound of shots came closer to the large group. The people split, leaving many frozen in headlights, as the sound dangerously approached. Many ran out of sight, but would fall before reaching a better light.
A loud sound roared throughout the area, a large war plane grounded roughly and scraped closely to the former residents of the now destroyed city. The sound of children crying became the only sound within ear range, as the plane had stayed still for a couple of minutes. Many froze in the spot, fearful to move in case of being executed. A large crash was heard, as the metal door flung open on to the crumbled stone streets. A formation of tall men and women marched out of the transport device, causing a dead silence among the people. The crying had stopped, and all that was left was the sound of feet marching towards the distraught remainders of the citizens.
The marching came to a gradual stop, and from the crow of people, a tall broad man walked to the front. The man nodded his head in different directions, and observed as the citizens flared fearfully at him. A grin spread across his face, dimples appearing on his cheeks. He came to a sudden stop and turned, the sun reflecting mildly off his silver embroidered clothing. The children would stare, seeing the man as a god of light, the complete opposite to what he really was. He cleared his throat and begun to shout, his voice rumbled the grounds beneath them. “Citizens of Caulderwood, I offer you and your families safety from the earths cruel truth and human nature. I wish to end this war and proclaim peace.” The man paused to observe the reactions of those surrounding him, he smiled and continued, his voice growing louder, “The only thing I ask for, in return, is co-operation. Once under my protection, you automatically are require to follow my rules. I do not wish to harm anyone intentionally, but if you give me reason I will not hesitate to eliminate you from our sanctuary.” The citizens stared, hesitante to go forth. A young girl walked forward weakly. Her legs were covered in scars, and she was extremely bony. She seemed to be around the age of 5, though was incredibly small. “Your name?” The man asked. “Clara.” She said in a whisper, her eyes glistening with sadness which she attempted to hold back in her smile. “I want to war to end. I want my mommy and daddy back.” She said sadly, her smile fading. The man, unable to sympathize due to his sociopathic nature, kneeled down and spoke gently. Although he seemed to show emotion, Clara seemed to see a fakeness in his behavior. Consumed by her need to feel powerful and happy, she decided to overlook this. “We’ll find you someone to mind you.” He said gently. “Can they be a king and queen?” She squealed excitedly. The man seemed to chuckle at the response. As the child had rose, many came forth to join her. They had not seen the mask the man would put on.
A young child ran in the distance, a boy of 4 years of age. His expression was traumatized. A man dressed in army clothing sprinted after the child, weapon at hand. The small boy slowly gave in, as his endurance was nothing in comparison to the older and experience man. “I command you to stop!” The man fired a warning shot, the sound causing the child to freeze. The boy begun to cry, his eyes terrorized by the damage he had witnessed. “Why are you crying boy?” The army man shouted. “They killed him!” He screamed. The older male stared, his expression softening. The boys eyes reminded him of himself once he had witnessed a similar tradgedy. He kneeled down and put his hand on the small boys shoulder. He whispered gently, comforting the boy. “What’s your name?” The man asked. “K-kiro..” the boy spluttered. “Alright, my name is Markus.” He paused to smile, hoping to display a friendly aura. Kiro gave a half-hearted smile and then looked down again. Markus sighed gently and continued, “Look, I understand right now you’re hurting, I have too, but running away will not help you. As much as a lot of us want to believe it will, unfortunately it can’t. I’m sure not all was lost, and if so, I will help you retrieve it.” Kiro looked up, his face worried, “My.. my sister!” He said loudly. Markus nodded and lifted Kiro on to his shoulders. “We’ll get her, don’t worry. Then we can find somewhere safe for you both.” Kiro wrapped his arms around Markus, a suddenly wave of relief rushing through him.
“Markus?” Kiro asked as they got closer to the remains of the city. “Yes?” He replied. “When will the war end?” Kiro asked sadly. Markus sighed depressingly. “Someday.”
A loud sound roared throughout the area, a large war plane grounded roughly and scraped closely to the former residents of the now destroyed city. The sound of children crying became the only sound within ear range, as the plane had stayed still for a couple of minutes. Many froze in the spot, fearful to move in case of being executed. A large crash was heard, as the metal door flung open on to the crumbled stone streets. A formation of tall men and women marched out of the transport device, causing a dead silence among the people. The crying had stopped, and all that was left was the sound of feet marching towards the distraught remainders of the citizens.
The marching came to a gradual stop, and from the crow of people, a tall broad man walked to the front. The man nodded his head in different directions, and observed as the citizens flared fearfully at him. A grin spread across his face, dimples appearing on his cheeks. He came to a sudden stop and turned, the sun reflecting mildly off his silver embroidered clothing. The children would stare, seeing the man as a god of light, the complete opposite to what he really was. He cleared his throat and begun to shout, his voice rumbled the grounds beneath them. “Citizens of Caulderwood, I offer you and your families safety from the earths cruel truth and human nature. I wish to end this war and proclaim peace.” The man paused to observe the reactions of those surrounding him, he smiled and continued, his voice growing louder, “The only thing I ask for, in return, is co-operation. Once under my protection, you automatically are require to follow my rules. I do not wish to harm anyone intentionally, but if you give me reason I will not hesitate to eliminate you from our sanctuary.” The citizens stared, hesitante to go forth. A young girl walked forward weakly. Her legs were covered in scars, and she was extremely bony. She seemed to be around the age of 5, though was incredibly small. “Your name?” The man asked. “Clara.” She said in a whisper, her eyes glistening with sadness which she attempted to hold back in her smile. “I want to war to end. I want my mommy and daddy back.” She said sadly, her smile fading. The man, unable to sympathize due to his sociopathic nature, kneeled down and spoke gently. Although he seemed to show emotion, Clara seemed to see a fakeness in his behavior. Consumed by her need to feel powerful and happy, she decided to overlook this. “We’ll find you someone to mind you.” He said gently. “Can they be a king and queen?” She squealed excitedly. The man seemed to chuckle at the response. As the child had rose, many came forth to join her. They had not seen the mask the man would put on.
A young child ran in the distance, a boy of 4 years of age. His expression was traumatized. A man dressed in army clothing sprinted after the child, weapon at hand. The small boy slowly gave in, as his endurance was nothing in comparison to the older and experience man. “I command you to stop!” The man fired a warning shot, the sound causing the child to freeze. The boy begun to cry, his eyes terrorized by the damage he had witnessed. “Why are you crying boy?” The army man shouted. “They killed him!” He screamed. The older male stared, his expression softening. The boys eyes reminded him of himself once he had witnessed a similar tradgedy. He kneeled down and put his hand on the small boys shoulder. He whispered gently, comforting the boy. “What’s your name?” The man asked. “K-kiro..” the boy spluttered. “Alright, my name is Markus.” He paused to smile, hoping to display a friendly aura. Kiro gave a half-hearted smile and then looked down again. Markus sighed gently and continued, “Look, I understand right now you’re hurting, I have too, but running away will not help you. As much as a lot of us want to believe it will, unfortunately it can’t. I’m sure not all was lost, and if so, I will help you retrieve it.” Kiro looked up, his face worried, “My.. my sister!” He said loudly. Markus nodded and lifted Kiro on to his shoulders. “We’ll get her, don’t worry. Then we can find somewhere safe for you both.” Kiro wrapped his arms around Markus, a suddenly wave of relief rushing through him.
“Markus?” Kiro asked as they got closer to the remains of the city. “Yes?” He replied. “When will the war end?” Kiro asked sadly. Markus sighed depressingly. “Someday.”
I apologize if you weren’t mentioned here, only a few were. Everyone will definitely have been mentioned by Chapter 2. Additionally, sorry for the ugly. The chapters will be better explained and etcetera.
Acidity, 21/08
7:46pm
A large swarm of people ran through the town streets, the sounds of feet padding heavily along the stone ground. Respectable citizens would look in disgust as the rebels marched through, chanting. Rebel followers jumped onto the cars which would pass them on the street, chanting viciously, while angry citizens would yell and complain of the obnoxious and disturbing behavior. The rebels chanted and sung, their pride tormenting the citizens. People began to get out from their cars and simply walk away, no longer tolerating the stupidity of the young rebels. “You’re all disgraces to our city.” Spoke a Short Citizen, her brown hair blowing in her face in the wind and chaos. Her eyes shot daggers at the leader of the march and its members. Her brown eyes seemingly turning red from the rage. “Calm down Clove, please...” spoke an elderly woman, her voice frail. Clove turned to her, and shrieked, “They’re destroying my peaceful evening, and frankly, I like to do that on my own.” She said, coming across as somewhat snarky and rude. Some citizens shook their heads at the ‘Cloves’ who acted so rudely. “You might as well be the rebels.” Shouted a young man. Clove rolled her eyes, and stormed off. Leaving the other citizens, as they began to clear the area.
Once a majority of citizens cleared the area and begun watching from afar, a tall muscular young man stood onto the steps of a beautifully decorated White House, which had plants of every sort rapping around it. Flowers sprouted from every side of the building, and the decor of the house in general was exquisite. The young man shouted, his piercing green eyes dragged everyone's attention, as he spoke, no one would dare cut him out. "We've been trapped in this Hell hole for years, a safety procedure that will never end. We're tried of being shielded from the reality that only WE have the power to stop." His voice echoed the beautiful streets, both rebels and citizens stared, intrigued by what the young man had to say. "What can we do to be free, Dillan? We're but slaves to a never ending lie." A smaller young woman, maybe a year or two younger than the speaker, Dillan, burst out from the crowd. Her body seemed tired and frail, and her face was dirty and cut from years of unspoken pain. Her eyes were a dull gray, matching the brokenness in her soul. Her dark chocolate hair was messy and all over the place. Dillan stared at the girl and smiled, "Castillo, I'm glad you asked." He said gently. "We are the future. We're the ones who will be taking over in the future. We cannot hide anymore. Everyday someone dies for our safety. And what does it do? Nothing. We can't expect change without doing anything to cause it. We have the technology, yet we refuse to use it in aid of others. I will not stand for this any longer. I wish for change, and I want change today! I say we storm the quarters and demand our freedom!" Dillan's voice echoed powerfully throughout the streets. Castillo would look around, somewhat proud of the influencer, until seeing the words cause the rebels to go crazy. The rebels begun to chant, "Freedom for the people, and for all to be healed." As the rebels chanted, the street became violently shook by the overexcitement. The rebels would shatter the car windows, and throw and break any objects in sight. They destroyed everything in sight, protesting for their rights to be free.
As the rebels continued in their destruction, the sound of a rusty metal scraped the stone in a distance. The rebels silenced, the sound piercing the ears of the citizens. Chatter and gossip spread instantly among the people, mutters could be heard in waves. The sound of a small group of people marching came closer, causing the rebels to scatter, aside from a few, who stood bravely where they had been just before the incident. "The gate was opened.” Dillan paused. “They're back." he continued, shouting somewhat cheerfully. In flooded a group of 50 men and women, all dressed in camouflaged clothing. "What happened to the others?" "Where's my son?" Voices cried and questioned the people, presumably from the army. A considerably tall boy stepped forward, his face was notably scarred vertically over his left eye. The scar was fresh and showed an untold story. His shaggy coal hair covered his eyes as he spoke, "235 victims." The people stood silently, some bowed their heads to pray, hoping their loved one was safe. "Konton!" Dillan smiled, and ran over to shake his hand. Konton would simply smile, but would not shake the hand of his old friend. Dillan shrugged it off, and nodded at him. He understood he was in pain, he always was, despite him never admitting it due to his personal nature. Though Dillan saw how unacceptable his behavior was, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. An average height blonde ran through the crowd, pushing his colleagues out of the way. "Wheres Mekhai?" He said, his blue eyes shimmering with worry. A small boy raised his hand, and ran over to hug the blonde. His hair was a mousey colour, and was being scruffed up by the blonde. Mekhai's face was covered by an oversized green scarf. Konton stood up from the street, after being pushed over by the reckless blonde. He marched over to the two who were still hugging and smacked him roughly, in retaliation for being so rude whilst going through the crowd. "Christ, Konton. Sorry I have someone to appreciate." He said sarcastically and ever so rudely, as he rubbed his right cheek gently, visibly in pain. Konton spat on the floor, and turned. "Don't ever test me like that again, Alex." Dillan rolled his eyes at the twos stupidity. Alex rolled his eye and kneeled down to Mekhai, just down to his height. Alex hugged him again and whispered an apology into his ear. Mekhai made a few simple symbols with his hand, his eyes tearing up, I’m sorry I let you leave.
Dillan ran over to Konton, who now sat on the steps of the White House. Dillan glared disapprovingly, as he folded his arms into one another. His expression was slowly softening, but still showed disappointment in his old friend. “Konton, you realize he was just overjoyed to see someone he loved? You would've done the same if-" Konton cut Dillan off, his voice agitated and displayed pure anger, “Well we're all glad to see those we love most! He's got to act respectable, like everyone else. Additionally, he's a pathological liar and a con. I wouldn't trust that little insect if my life depended on it." Konton hissed bitterly as he finished his little rant, he turned his view to the quarters building, a glass dome which had a honeycomb texture, the building reflected the setting sun and almost blinded Kontons unadjusted eyes. "You can't just accuse people of being a pathological liar now, for god sake Konton." Dillan responded to his petty behavior, his hands making crazy gestures from his inexplicable rage. Konton spat on the street and turned, muttering profanity beneath his breathe. Dillan sighed, knowing he would never change. Dillan stood up to leave, and tilted his head in Kontons direction. He sighed once more and spoke, “You’re on your own.”
A tall girl sat, legs crossed, in her office. She observed the people on the street, her face was covered by her light chestnut hair, which draped down to her hips, into a silver colour. She would breathe heavily, the sound the only thing noticeable to the human ear, a loud and angry pant. An above average boy walked into the room, opening both doors as he entered the office, he walked gracefully and peacefully towards her, causing her to swish to her right to view him. “The people of this town are a disgrace.” The girl hissed, her hair flinging from her face, revealing fiery gray eyes, consumed by a frustration. She seemed to be fuming, but the boy simply chuckled, looking out the window. He moved his gray and blue hair out of his ocean blue eyes, to look among the citizens. The boys eyes wandered to the coal haired Konton, who sat, emotionless, on the steps of the White House. The girl rolled her eyes at the wandering boy, eyeing Konton. “Danny, he’s a Rebel.” She hissed. Danny looked up, unknowing of what she meant. “What do you mean?” He asked, his voice expressing no emotion and seemed plain. “I see how you look at him.” She scoffed, like it was one of the most idiotic questions he’d ever asked her. Danny looked to his feet, his face changing into fury. He felt an inner need to lash out- and so he did, “What’re we achieving just staying neutral anyway, Rain? Sitting down all day, ‘spilling tea’ on all the people you dislike. And you wonder why people hate you.” He blurted, his face showing no regret, only simple satisfaction. Rain stared in shock, clearly not expecting this boy she once never saw say such rude things, but her face slowly morphed into a blank page. “I know why people hate me. I understand I’m practically a horrific example of a human being, a rude citizen to put it nicely- but one things for sure- I don’t hide behind a mask unlike you and your lovely boyfriend. I understand reality is not that easy. Dillan knows that, he’s always known that, yet he’s leading people to their death. They think that they can just march out their and succeed because ‘they’re the future’.” She paused to scoff, as she spoke of their beliefs, which she so greatly objected too. “It’s not that simple. They’re all going to die, and even you know this. I realized that long ago.” She continued her vent, her tone of voice unreadable and a mixture of confusing emotions. Danny stared, putting on a smirk, but what Rain thought was a simple mindset, was now a mysterious pool of unreadable thoughts. Rain thought, she begun to realize the boy was a liability. “Get out of my office, and join the others and die if that’s what you want to do, you’re just a disgusting rodent anyway.” Rain said, her appearance and tone calm. She smiled, as she went to open the door, signaling him to leave. Danny left, the office now quiet, leaving Rain to herself. “Have fun with that absolute psychopath, rebels.” Rain murmured, walking back over to the window, observing the crowd below, as the streets cleared for the night.
“Konton!” Danny pounced, though his voice sounded cheerful, unlike a blank tone which seemed to be how he normally spoke to others. Konton glanced at the boy. “Hello.” Konton said, half smiling. Danny’s expression flopped, sadness now interfering with his usual blank expressions, causing an unsettlement within him. “You alright?” Konton asked, noticing the odd shift in mood. “Fine.” Danny replied, trying to change his face into a smile. Konton nodded, and looked back down to the ground. Danny sat next to him, observing Kontons movement. Danny thought to himself, his eyes filling with curiosity of the taller and darker boys mind. “Can you stop staring?” Konton finally spoke after a few moments of silence. Danny shrugged and looked to his feet, “Sorry.”
7:46pm
A large swarm of people ran through the town streets, the sounds of feet padding heavily along the stone ground. Respectable citizens would look in disgust as the rebels marched through, chanting. Rebel followers jumped onto the cars which would pass them on the street, chanting viciously, while angry citizens would yell and complain of the obnoxious and disturbing behavior. The rebels chanted and sung, their pride tormenting the citizens. People began to get out from their cars and simply walk away, no longer tolerating the stupidity of the young rebels. “You’re all disgraces to our city.” Spoke a Short Citizen, her brown hair blowing in her face in the wind and chaos. Her eyes shot daggers at the leader of the march and its members. Her brown eyes seemingly turning red from the rage. “Calm down Clove, please...” spoke an elderly woman, her voice frail. Clove turned to her, and shrieked, “They’re destroying my peaceful evening, and frankly, I like to do that on my own.” She said, coming across as somewhat snarky and rude. Some citizens shook their heads at the ‘Cloves’ who acted so rudely. “You might as well be the rebels.” Shouted a young man. Clove rolled her eyes, and stormed off. Leaving the other citizens, as they began to clear the area.
Once a majority of citizens cleared the area and begun watching from afar, a tall muscular young man stood onto the steps of a beautifully decorated White House, which had plants of every sort rapping around it. Flowers sprouted from every side of the building, and the decor of the house in general was exquisite. The young man shouted, his piercing green eyes dragged everyone's attention, as he spoke, no one would dare cut him out. "We've been trapped in this Hell hole for years, a safety procedure that will never end. We're tried of being shielded from the reality that only WE have the power to stop." His voice echoed the beautiful streets, both rebels and citizens stared, intrigued by what the young man had to say. "What can we do to be free, Dillan? We're but slaves to a never ending lie." A smaller young woman, maybe a year or two younger than the speaker, Dillan, burst out from the crowd. Her body seemed tired and frail, and her face was dirty and cut from years of unspoken pain. Her eyes were a dull gray, matching the brokenness in her soul. Her dark chocolate hair was messy and all over the place. Dillan stared at the girl and smiled, "Castillo, I'm glad you asked." He said gently. "We are the future. We're the ones who will be taking over in the future. We cannot hide anymore. Everyday someone dies for our safety. And what does it do? Nothing. We can't expect change without doing anything to cause it. We have the technology, yet we refuse to use it in aid of others. I will not stand for this any longer. I wish for change, and I want change today! I say we storm the quarters and demand our freedom!" Dillan's voice echoed powerfully throughout the streets. Castillo would look around, somewhat proud of the influencer, until seeing the words cause the rebels to go crazy. The rebels begun to chant, "Freedom for the people, and for all to be healed." As the rebels chanted, the street became violently shook by the overexcitement. The rebels would shatter the car windows, and throw and break any objects in sight. They destroyed everything in sight, protesting for their rights to be free.
As the rebels continued in their destruction, the sound of a rusty metal scraped the stone in a distance. The rebels silenced, the sound piercing the ears of the citizens. Chatter and gossip spread instantly among the people, mutters could be heard in waves. The sound of a small group of people marching came closer, causing the rebels to scatter, aside from a few, who stood bravely where they had been just before the incident. "The gate was opened.” Dillan paused. “They're back." he continued, shouting somewhat cheerfully. In flooded a group of 50 men and women, all dressed in camouflaged clothing. "What happened to the others?" "Where's my son?" Voices cried and questioned the people, presumably from the army. A considerably tall boy stepped forward, his face was notably scarred vertically over his left eye. The scar was fresh and showed an untold story. His shaggy coal hair covered his eyes as he spoke, "235 victims." The people stood silently, some bowed their heads to pray, hoping their loved one was safe. "Konton!" Dillan smiled, and ran over to shake his hand. Konton would simply smile, but would not shake the hand of his old friend. Dillan shrugged it off, and nodded at him. He understood he was in pain, he always was, despite him never admitting it due to his personal nature. Though Dillan saw how unacceptable his behavior was, he couldn't help but feel sorry for him. An average height blonde ran through the crowd, pushing his colleagues out of the way. "Wheres Mekhai?" He said, his blue eyes shimmering with worry. A small boy raised his hand, and ran over to hug the blonde. His hair was a mousey colour, and was being scruffed up by the blonde. Mekhai's face was covered by an oversized green scarf. Konton stood up from the street, after being pushed over by the reckless blonde. He marched over to the two who were still hugging and smacked him roughly, in retaliation for being so rude whilst going through the crowd. "Christ, Konton. Sorry I have someone to appreciate." He said sarcastically and ever so rudely, as he rubbed his right cheek gently, visibly in pain. Konton spat on the floor, and turned. "Don't ever test me like that again, Alex." Dillan rolled his eyes at the twos stupidity. Alex rolled his eye and kneeled down to Mekhai, just down to his height. Alex hugged him again and whispered an apology into his ear. Mekhai made a few simple symbols with his hand, his eyes tearing up, I’m sorry I let you leave.
Dillan ran over to Konton, who now sat on the steps of the White House. Dillan glared disapprovingly, as he folded his arms into one another. His expression was slowly softening, but still showed disappointment in his old friend. “Konton, you realize he was just overjoyed to see someone he loved? You would've done the same if-" Konton cut Dillan off, his voice agitated and displayed pure anger, “Well we're all glad to see those we love most! He's got to act respectable, like everyone else. Additionally, he's a pathological liar and a con. I wouldn't trust that little insect if my life depended on it." Konton hissed bitterly as he finished his little rant, he turned his view to the quarters building, a glass dome which had a honeycomb texture, the building reflected the setting sun and almost blinded Kontons unadjusted eyes. "You can't just accuse people of being a pathological liar now, for god sake Konton." Dillan responded to his petty behavior, his hands making crazy gestures from his inexplicable rage. Konton spat on the street and turned, muttering profanity beneath his breathe. Dillan sighed, knowing he would never change. Dillan stood up to leave, and tilted his head in Kontons direction. He sighed once more and spoke, “You’re on your own.”
A tall girl sat, legs crossed, in her office. She observed the people on the street, her face was covered by her light chestnut hair, which draped down to her hips, into a silver colour. She would breathe heavily, the sound the only thing noticeable to the human ear, a loud and angry pant. An above average boy walked into the room, opening both doors as he entered the office, he walked gracefully and peacefully towards her, causing her to swish to her right to view him. “The people of this town are a disgrace.” The girl hissed, her hair flinging from her face, revealing fiery gray eyes, consumed by a frustration. She seemed to be fuming, but the boy simply chuckled, looking out the window. He moved his gray and blue hair out of his ocean blue eyes, to look among the citizens. The boys eyes wandered to the coal haired Konton, who sat, emotionless, on the steps of the White House. The girl rolled her eyes at the wandering boy, eyeing Konton. “Danny, he’s a Rebel.” She hissed. Danny looked up, unknowing of what she meant. “What do you mean?” He asked, his voice expressing no emotion and seemed plain. “I see how you look at him.” She scoffed, like it was one of the most idiotic questions he’d ever asked her. Danny looked to his feet, his face changing into fury. He felt an inner need to lash out- and so he did, “What’re we achieving just staying neutral anyway, Rain? Sitting down all day, ‘spilling tea’ on all the people you dislike. And you wonder why people hate you.” He blurted, his face showing no regret, only simple satisfaction. Rain stared in shock, clearly not expecting this boy she once never saw say such rude things, but her face slowly morphed into a blank page. “I know why people hate me. I understand I’m practically a horrific example of a human being, a rude citizen to put it nicely- but one things for sure- I don’t hide behind a mask unlike you and your lovely boyfriend. I understand reality is not that easy. Dillan knows that, he’s always known that, yet he’s leading people to their death. They think that they can just march out their and succeed because ‘they’re the future’.” She paused to scoff, as she spoke of their beliefs, which she so greatly objected too. “It’s not that simple. They’re all going to die, and even you know this. I realized that long ago.” She continued her vent, her tone of voice unreadable and a mixture of confusing emotions. Danny stared, putting on a smirk, but what Rain thought was a simple mindset, was now a mysterious pool of unreadable thoughts. Rain thought, she begun to realize the boy was a liability. “Get out of my office, and join the others and die if that’s what you want to do, you’re just a disgusting rodent anyway.” Rain said, her appearance and tone calm. She smiled, as she went to open the door, signaling him to leave. Danny left, the office now quiet, leaving Rain to herself. “Have fun with that absolute psychopath, rebels.” Rain murmured, walking back over to the window, observing the crowd below, as the streets cleared for the night.
“Konton!” Danny pounced, though his voice sounded cheerful, unlike a blank tone which seemed to be how he normally spoke to others. Konton glanced at the boy. “Hello.” Konton said, half smiling. Danny’s expression flopped, sadness now interfering with his usual blank expressions, causing an unsettlement within him. “You alright?” Konton asked, noticing the odd shift in mood. “Fine.” Danny replied, trying to change his face into a smile. Konton nodded, and looked back down to the ground. Danny sat next to him, observing Kontons movement. Danny thought to himself, his eyes filling with curiosity of the taller and darker boys mind. “Can you stop staring?” Konton finally spoke after a few moments of silence. Danny shrugged and looked to his feet, “Sorry.”
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Still amazing though, Jules 
