Characters
Alya Vale - Me
Luna wood - @Val
Amanda Simpson - @satuwurn
Pipin Thompson - @Rounse
Lydia Casanovi - @Bori
Byron Foster @HuskyInAHat
Kiro Nakamura - @Spirits
Alteca Vincent - @Hyrotis
Acer Collington - @Oliiver
Geode Luminoza - @EverydayImBuffering
The first few chapters will be a bit short, sorry, but I hope you enjoyed this so far!
If you have any tips for writing, or this story, or you don't like how your character is acting, feel free to comment below! I'll be updating this thread, so be sure to check back every now and then.
x
I'm hoping to do a chapter a day, but y'know, life comes up, so hopefully every other day, but we'll see
[ Also, I think there's an issue with the spoilers, my apologies, just ignore it hah ]
Alya Vale - Me
Luna wood - @Val
Amanda Simpson - @satuwurn
Pipin Thompson - @Rounse
Lydia Casanovi - @Bori
Byron Foster @HuskyInAHat
Kiro Nakamura - @Spirits
Alteca Vincent - @Hyrotis
Acer Collington - @Oliiver
Geode Luminoza - @EverydayImBuffering
Advocate Damon straightened his tie, and looked at the council. They all sat at the long meeting table on the twenty-fifth floor. Glass windows surrounded the room. They had come from all around the world just to hear him speak and share ideas. Damon cleared his throat, gathering the attention from every person in the room. "As you all know," he began. "We've been going through tough times, many wars, protests, riots, and many struggles. Although, recently, we've come to an agreement! I, Christopher Damon, with the help of many of you," he gestured to the council. "Am going to lead us all to peace. My first idea that I and my assistant, Corinth Williams-" A man with slicked back black hair and light blue suit waved to the council, smiling charmingly.
"-Have come up with, is one to restore order to this world! I call it, the Pledging ID Program."
"-Have come up with, is one to restore order to this world! I call it, the Pledging ID Program."
The council murmured their ideas to each other and Damon raised a hand, signaling for them to remain silent as he continued to explain.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Lydia, happy birthday to you!" Lydia's family sang in unison.
Lydia lea
Lydia lea
ned over and blew out the candles as her family clapped.
"How come Lydia gets to skip school tomorrow?" whined her little brother, Connor, bouncing in his seat.
"Lydia is turning fifteen tomorrow, and she has to go to the center to pledge and get her ID card," their father replied.
"No faaair," Connor whined again. Their family chuckled at his whining, finding him rather adorable, although Lydia thought quite the opposite.
"May I be excused?" she asked quietly.
"Oh, of course darling, is everything all right?" her mother replied, a look of concern washing over her face.
"Yes, I-I'm, just tired," she muttered, pushing her chair away from the table and running up the stairs. A few minutes later she was sitting at her desk, scrolling through the news on her laptop.. Rumors about the pledging, she thought nervously. Pictures of Advocate Damon flooded the website. A knock at her door interrupted her thoughts. The door was already ajar, and Lydia's mother walked in, carefully stepping over the clothes strewn across the floor.
Lydia immediately exited the tab and swiveled her desk chair around so that she was facing her mother. Her mother smiled sympathetically at her.
"Big day tomorrow, huh?" Her mom walked over and rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Mhmm," Lydia murmured, biting her lip.
"I can't believe tomorrow my sunshine's turning fifteen!" her mother swiped at a tear in her eye. "Pledging's a big deal, do you want me to drive you tomorrow?"
"Uh, no, that's fine, I'll just ride my bike over there.."
"Alright then, well, I suppose I should leave your introvert-self alone," her mother said, smiling as she closed the door on her way out.
Lydia turned back to her laptop and continued reading for a bit. She had a plan now. She wasn't normally one to break the rules, and she was nervous, but it seemed like the right thing to do. She took a few deep breaths and walked over to her bed. Her mind was swirling with thoughts, but finally she calmed down and went to sleep.
"How come Lydia gets to skip school tomorrow?" whined her little brother, Connor, bouncing in his seat.
"Lydia is turning fifteen tomorrow, and she has to go to the center to pledge and get her ID card," their father replied.
"No faaair," Connor whined again. Their family chuckled at his whining, finding him rather adorable, although Lydia thought quite the opposite.
"May I be excused?" she asked quietly.
"Oh, of course darling, is everything all right?" her mother replied, a look of concern washing over her face.
"Yes, I-I'm, just tired," she muttered, pushing her chair away from the table and running up the stairs. A few minutes later she was sitting at her desk, scrolling through the news on her laptop.. Rumors about the pledging, she thought nervously. Pictures of Advocate Damon flooded the website. A knock at her door interrupted her thoughts. The door was already ajar, and Lydia's mother walked in, carefully stepping over the clothes strewn across the floor.
Lydia immediately exited the tab and swiveled her desk chair around so that she was facing her mother. Her mother smiled sympathetically at her.
"Big day tomorrow, huh?" Her mom walked over and rested a hand on her shoulder.
"Mhmm," Lydia murmured, biting her lip.
"I can't believe tomorrow my sunshine's turning fifteen!" her mother swiped at a tear in her eye. "Pledging's a big deal, do you want me to drive you tomorrow?"
"Uh, no, that's fine, I'll just ride my bike over there.."
"Alright then, well, I suppose I should leave your introvert-self alone," her mother said, smiling as she closed the door on her way out.
Lydia turned back to her laptop and continued reading for a bit. She had a plan now. She wasn't normally one to break the rules, and she was nervous, but it seemed like the right thing to do. She took a few deep breaths and walked over to her bed. Her mind was swirling with thoughts, but finally she calmed down and went to sleep.
"Alright, I'll just need you to sign here, along with the date. And then we'll just put this little wristband on you," the woman said, pushing a clipboard across the desk and pointing a manicured fingernail where she needed to sign.
Luna picked up a pen and scribbled her name on it without replying. She signed the date '2/03/2928'',and stuck her wrist out. The woman wrapped the paper wristband around Luna's wrist, an secured it in place.
"Two lefts and the room'll be on your right," she said, pointing down a hallway. "Someone will be with you shortly. Oh, and stick your wrist under any code-machine-thingies, or whatever they're called, to get by."
Luna turned to the hallway and walked towards it, overwhelmed. The only noise she could hear was the clacking of her boots' heels on the tile floor. She had quickly memorized the directions the woman gave her, and following them, she came to a small room. The door was already open so she walked right in. It was rather bare except for a stool with a white back-drop, a filing cabinet, and a small desk with a laptop and a printer. No one else was in there so she just walked around carelessly. She made her way over to the filing cabinet and stopped short in her tracks. Footsteps echoed in the hallway and she froze where she was. When the noise grew faint she turned to open the filing cabinet to find that is was locked.
"Dangit," she muttered under her breath, walking over to the desk. She pulled open a drawer to find stacks of blank printer paper. She opened the drawer below it full of files and folders. A small box of USBs caught her eye. She looked back at the slightly open door and bit her lip. They'd be here soon.
She quickly pulled a few of the USBs out an plugged them into the laptop that was sitting on the desk. Luckily, this was just an office laptop and had no password. A video popped up and she turned up the volume. A boy of her age was sitting on the stool that was in the corner in this video, answering questions.
"Where do you see yourself after you graduate highschool?" asked the person who was filming.
The boy replied, "I'm hoping to go to medical school, human anatomy has always fascinated me, and I want to help the people around me."
The video went on, but Luna wasn't paying attention.
Was I supposed to plan to answer questions? I know the pledging is like taking an oath, and I memorized that, but.. what really is this whole thing?, she thought. She shut the laptop and put the USBs back in the drawer and was about to shut it when another thing caught her eye. Blank cards.
Obviously for the ID Card you get, but then again, what was that too? No one had ever really explained 'Pledging and getting your ID Card' to her. She had asked her parents what it was like, but they changed the subject and went on. And what about all the rumors she saw in the news? Rumors about how everything about the ID Card was "wrong"? Luna heard footsteps and quickly closed the drawer and stood up. Three people walked in. A man, another man, and a woman. One of the men held a big camera on his shoulder. The woman smiled at Luna.
"Hello, Luna, we-" Luna quickly cut her off by pushing past her, practically causing the woman to fall back, and running down the hallway straight to the emergency fire exit. She shoved the door open, setting off the alarm throughout the whole building. Adrenaline rushed through her and her heart was beating like crazy, but she didn't care. She wasn't sure if she should regret what she just did, but it seemed like the right thing. Why do something she was skeptical of if she knew nothing about it? There was too much about the government she didn't know. She knew not accepting the ID Card would put her in major trouble and she might never see her family again. But did that matter right now? Not at all. She didn't give one thought to how things might turn out. All that mattered was this moment. She kept running. People stared at her with confused looks on their faces. But to her, it didn't matter. She ripped off the wristband on her wrist, and ran farther. She was headed to the 'outskirts of town'. The place where homeless people sat on every sidewalk there was.The place common people avoided. The place her parents forbid her to ever go. The place where people who didn't accept the ID Card lived. The place where people were suspicious of the government.
The place where the Outcasts lived.
Luna picked up a pen and scribbled her name on it without replying. She signed the date '2/03/2928'',and stuck her wrist out. The woman wrapped the paper wristband around Luna's wrist, an secured it in place.
"Two lefts and the room'll be on your right," she said, pointing down a hallway. "Someone will be with you shortly. Oh, and stick your wrist under any code-machine-thingies, or whatever they're called, to get by."
Luna turned to the hallway and walked towards it, overwhelmed. The only noise she could hear was the clacking of her boots' heels on the tile floor. She had quickly memorized the directions the woman gave her, and following them, she came to a small room. The door was already open so she walked right in. It was rather bare except for a stool with a white back-drop, a filing cabinet, and a small desk with a laptop and a printer. No one else was in there so she just walked around carelessly. She made her way over to the filing cabinet and stopped short in her tracks. Footsteps echoed in the hallway and she froze where she was. When the noise grew faint she turned to open the filing cabinet to find that is was locked.
"Dangit," she muttered under her breath, walking over to the desk. She pulled open a drawer to find stacks of blank printer paper. She opened the drawer below it full of files and folders. A small box of USBs caught her eye. She looked back at the slightly open door and bit her lip. They'd be here soon.
She quickly pulled a few of the USBs out an plugged them into the laptop that was sitting on the desk. Luckily, this was just an office laptop and had no password. A video popped up and she turned up the volume. A boy of her age was sitting on the stool that was in the corner in this video, answering questions.
"Where do you see yourself after you graduate highschool?" asked the person who was filming.
The boy replied, "I'm hoping to go to medical school, human anatomy has always fascinated me, and I want to help the people around me."
The video went on, but Luna wasn't paying attention.
Was I supposed to plan to answer questions? I know the pledging is like taking an oath, and I memorized that, but.. what really is this whole thing?, she thought. She shut the laptop and put the USBs back in the drawer and was about to shut it when another thing caught her eye. Blank cards.
Obviously for the ID Card you get, but then again, what was that too? No one had ever really explained 'Pledging and getting your ID Card' to her. She had asked her parents what it was like, but they changed the subject and went on. And what about all the rumors she saw in the news? Rumors about how everything about the ID Card was "wrong"? Luna heard footsteps and quickly closed the drawer and stood up. Three people walked in. A man, another man, and a woman. One of the men held a big camera on his shoulder. The woman smiled at Luna.
"Hello, Luna, we-" Luna quickly cut her off by pushing past her, practically causing the woman to fall back, and running down the hallway straight to the emergency fire exit. She shoved the door open, setting off the alarm throughout the whole building. Adrenaline rushed through her and her heart was beating like crazy, but she didn't care. She wasn't sure if she should regret what she just did, but it seemed like the right thing. Why do something she was skeptical of if she knew nothing about it? There was too much about the government she didn't know. She knew not accepting the ID Card would put her in major trouble and she might never see her family again. But did that matter right now? Not at all. She didn't give one thought to how things might turn out. All that mattered was this moment. She kept running. People stared at her with confused looks on their faces. But to her, it didn't matter. She ripped off the wristband on her wrist, and ran farther. She was headed to the 'outskirts of town'. The place where homeless people sat on every sidewalk there was.The place common people avoided. The place her parents forbid her to ever go. The place where people who didn't accept the ID Card lived. The place where people were suspicious of the government.
The place where the Outcasts lived.
Kiro leaned against the cold concrete, trying hard not to breathe heavily. Any noise could alert them of his presence. He heard the static of a walkie-talkie and held his mask against his face, trying hard to hold his breath. The noise faded away and he exhaled. He peeked around the building to see that the streets were swarmed with police. Your everyday raid in the outskirts of the town. Great. Kiro counted to three, and then stood up quietly, and ran for his life.
He remembered the last thing his mom told him before they came. Run to Port.
Port was a city a few miles away where the police hadn't yet thought to look. Many of the Outcasts took refuge there. It was a safe haven for those who refused to Pledge and accept the ID Card.
The Outcasts were constantly on the run. The police came once a month to raid the outskirts, taking all that didn't have a chance to hide. Where? Why? Who knows. Kiro wanted to find out though. Ten minutes later, he found himself at the ruins of an old city. Buildings that looked like they might've been skyscrapers were on the ground. Shattered glass was everywhere. A flash of color caught his eye and he turned around swiftly to find a red-headed girl sitting on the concrete a few feet away, drawing in a notebook. He took a step closer, and glass shattered under his foot.
The girl's head jerked up, and she jumped to her feet, letting the notebook she was holding fall to the floor. She stared at Kiro skeptically and walked over, still keeping her distance though.
"What's your name?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Why should I tell you? You haven't even told me yours."
She rolled her eyes. "Because you haven't told me yours." She said it like it was an obvious answer.
Kiro hesitated before replying. "Kiro. And yours?"
"Mandie. Well, Amanda- But still, call me Mandie."
Kiro blinked at her. He wasn't in the mood for a conversation. But then again, was he ever?
"So," she said, looking him up and down. "Are you an Outcast?"
"Some might say so," he replied simply.
"Oook," she said. "You sure like to talk don't you?"
Kiro looked away from her, staring into the distance.
"Oh, uh, what's the mask thingy?" she asked, gesturing to his face.
Kiro stared at her.
"Maybe not." She bit her lip awkwardly.
Mandie froze. Kiro looked at her, confused, before he heard the noise too. Footsteps.
Mandie grabbed his arm and yanked him behind a building.
She peeked her head around the corner.
"It's a female," she whispered to Kiro. He rolled his eyes.
Mandie fidgeted a bit, causing a piece of glass to move beside her, scraping the concrete.
"Hello? Is someone there?" The voice of the person echoed throughout the empty street. "Come out. I have a knife."
Mandie winced. "Maybe we should go out," she whispered to Kiro. She started to stand up but Kiro yanked her back to the ground causing a bit of noise.
The person walked towards them and stepped around the corner of the building.
It was a female, as Mandie had stated earlier. She had long white hair and eyes that stared at them dubiously.
Mandie chuckled nervously and stood up, brushing the bits of glass off.
"So- uh," she started, but cut herself off. She looked around, picked a direction and ran off.
"Wha-" the girl looked at Mandie as she ran off, confused. "Who are you?" She turned back to Kiro.
Kiro stood up and pulled a small pocketknife out of his back-pocket quietly. The girl didn't miss it though and grabbed his wrist, twisting it and pulling the knife from his grasp. He winced at the pain but quickly dismissed it.
"Yeah, don't even try it," the girl said, slipping the knife down one of her knee high boots.
"Are you on of those Outcasts?" she asked him.
"You could say that," he said, finally speaking up. He turned to see that Mandie had come back. She must have been watching from afar.
"I'm gonna go ahead and guess you're both running from the police back at the outskirts?" she asked.
Mandie nodded, but Kiro remained still.
"I'm Luna, by the way," the girl said.
Lydia turned her bike and came up to the Center For Pledging. CFP for short. She took a deep breath. I could just accept the ID Card and pledge, my life would be so easy, she thought. Oh what the heck, I can't ignore the rumors on the news. She sighed.
She pushed down on the pedal and turned away from the street. Where was she headed?
Port City.
He remembered the last thing his mom told him before they came. Run to Port.
Port was a city a few miles away where the police hadn't yet thought to look. Many of the Outcasts took refuge there. It was a safe haven for those who refused to Pledge and accept the ID Card.
The Outcasts were constantly on the run. The police came once a month to raid the outskirts, taking all that didn't have a chance to hide. Where? Why? Who knows. Kiro wanted to find out though. Ten minutes later, he found himself at the ruins of an old city. Buildings that looked like they might've been skyscrapers were on the ground. Shattered glass was everywhere. A flash of color caught his eye and he turned around swiftly to find a red-headed girl sitting on the concrete a few feet away, drawing in a notebook. He took a step closer, and glass shattered under his foot.
The girl's head jerked up, and she jumped to her feet, letting the notebook she was holding fall to the floor. She stared at Kiro skeptically and walked over, still keeping her distance though.
"What's your name?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Why should I tell you? You haven't even told me yours."
She rolled her eyes. "Because you haven't told me yours." She said it like it was an obvious answer.
Kiro hesitated before replying. "Kiro. And yours?"
"Mandie. Well, Amanda- But still, call me Mandie."
Kiro blinked at her. He wasn't in the mood for a conversation. But then again, was he ever?
"So," she said, looking him up and down. "Are you an Outcast?"
"Some might say so," he replied simply.
"Oook," she said. "You sure like to talk don't you?"
Kiro looked away from her, staring into the distance.
"Oh, uh, what's the mask thingy?" she asked, gesturing to his face.
Kiro stared at her.
"Maybe not." She bit her lip awkwardly.
Mandie froze. Kiro looked at her, confused, before he heard the noise too. Footsteps.
Mandie grabbed his arm and yanked him behind a building.
She peeked her head around the corner.
"It's a female," she whispered to Kiro. He rolled his eyes.
Mandie fidgeted a bit, causing a piece of glass to move beside her, scraping the concrete.
"Hello? Is someone there?" The voice of the person echoed throughout the empty street. "Come out. I have a knife."
Mandie winced. "Maybe we should go out," she whispered to Kiro. She started to stand up but Kiro yanked her back to the ground causing a bit of noise.
The person walked towards them and stepped around the corner of the building.
It was a female, as Mandie had stated earlier. She had long white hair and eyes that stared at them dubiously.
Mandie chuckled nervously and stood up, brushing the bits of glass off.
"So- uh," she started, but cut herself off. She looked around, picked a direction and ran off.
"Wha-" the girl looked at Mandie as she ran off, confused. "Who are you?" She turned back to Kiro.
Kiro stood up and pulled a small pocketknife out of his back-pocket quietly. The girl didn't miss it though and grabbed his wrist, twisting it and pulling the knife from his grasp. He winced at the pain but quickly dismissed it.
"Yeah, don't even try it," the girl said, slipping the knife down one of her knee high boots.
"Are you on of those Outcasts?" she asked him.
"You could say that," he said, finally speaking up. He turned to see that Mandie had come back. She must have been watching from afar.
"I'm gonna go ahead and guess you're both running from the police back at the outskirts?" she asked.
Mandie nodded, but Kiro remained still.
"I'm Luna, by the way," the girl said.
Lydia turned her bike and came up to the Center For Pledging. CFP for short. She took a deep breath. I could just accept the ID Card and pledge, my life would be so easy, she thought. Oh what the heck, I can't ignore the rumors on the news. She sighed.
She pushed down on the pedal and turned away from the street. Where was she headed?
Port City.
The first few chapters will be a bit short, sorry, but I hope you enjoyed this so far!
If you have any tips for writing, or this story, or you don't like how your character is acting, feel free to comment below! I'll be updating this thread, so be sure to check back every now and then.
x
I'm hoping to do a chapter a day, but y'know, life comes up, so hopefully every other day, but we'll see
[ Also, I think there's an issue with the spoilers, my apologies, just ignore it hah ]
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