(okay so…your character could be bad or they could be a sympathizer)
(Wait could she join the peoples at the tree house though??)
(it's at a normal house, and she'd have to be a sympathizer if she was part of the rebellion)
(I'll be a sympathizer then.)
This Should be the right place.She thought to herself as she stepped up to the house. She saw another girl approaching. Rip this if It ain't. She thought nervously before knocking on the door.
Corvin sighs imperceptibly, swirling the silvery liquid round and round in the tumbler held in one hand. He's trying to stand tall and keep his shoulders back, but after hours of standing, socializing, and overall trying not to be noticed at this evening function, his back and feet are starting to ache, causing him to slouch just slightly.
His mother comes to stand next to him, but says nothing. He looks over her soft, flawless, pale skin, her silver evening gown, her hair up in tight, perfect curls; honestly sometimes he wishes her appearance weren't so neat. Wishes both his parents weren't always so precise in their actions and dress. Then, Corvin thinks, taking a sip from his tumbler. I could act a little more normal.
(Now I definitely have no clue on what to do……….)
(So far I/Corvin am the only one not part of the rebellion, which is why you might be confused. Choose which side you want to be on, then choose whether your character is Ugly or not, then fill in the template and hop right in!)
(@PuffPoff, what is the tech like?)
(the technology in this time is pretty advanced, but there is also a lot more pollution from overuse of the technology)
(I like. :P A lot of pollution as in, the skies are gray and there are massive landfills pockmarking the countryside?)
(pretty much yeah)
(Is this still living and breathing? Come on, this was getting good!)
(k)
Raven walked over to the house and knocked softly.
(Oh sorry I didn't realize someone had responded)
Fynn heard another knock that caused him to jump. Good God, this is the most social interaction I've had in weeks. He thought as he went to open the door.
"Corvin?" The owner of that name looks over at his mother. "Hmmm?"
Corvin's mother frowns. "You seem distracted. You haven't smiled a real smile all evening."
Corvin grants her a small smile. "I..I just have a small headache, is all." He finishes his drink
in one gulp, tilting the tumbler back to get every drop. "I might head home early."
Despite her protests, he kisses his mother on the cheek, and leaves the fine flat, going down several
floors. He dons his overcoat and steps out into the night. He looks up and down the street, one of the
richest areas in the city, and hails a cab.
(Bringing this back up.)
:D
(k)
Raven walked over to the house and knocked softly.(Oh sorry I didn't realize someone had responded)
Fynn heard another knock that caused him to jump. Good God, this is the most social interaction I've had in weeks. He thought as he went to open the door.
"Do I need a secret password to get in or is it rebellion?" She asked with a teasing smile while she nervously shifted from one foot to another.
"No, just come on in. I trust you." Fynn responded, opening the door just wide enough for the girl to get inside. He honestly hadn't expected so many people to show up.
"Thanks Bro, its Zoe." She introduced herself and pointed some finger guns at him.
He was caught off guard by her extroverted personality. "Oh…I'm Fynn." He held out his hand for her to shake.
"Nice to meet you, so like is it a clubhouse or what?" She asked and shook his hand.
"Clubhouse?" Hebe echoed, confusion clear.
(Who are you and are you secretly a demon?)
Fynn shrugged. "I…I guess it's a clubhouse of sorts. I prefer to call it a secret base though. It just sounds cooler."
"Alright so when does the meeting start?" She added in curiosity.
"I…guess it does now. I really didn't expect anyone to show up so I don't have anything official prepared." Fynn admitted.
Zoe gave him a weird look and mentally facepalmed. "So you're telling me that you planned a rebellion against the all powerful and didn't expect anyone to show up?" She said in a dead-drop voice.
(Who are you and are you secretly a demon?)
//me?
"…Yes?" Fynn responded quietly.
Zoe gave him another weird look. "Do you by any chance have ultra-radiated cores to make powerful weapons so we can actually fight? Also if we are actually doing this, I recommend a different base or this can be our hideaway." She suggested and looked around.
"Uh…shoot." Fynn rubbed his forehead. "I didn't really think this through…"
"And thats why I'm here." She said and sat down on the couch.
(Dude, Zoe. Chill. :P )