forum Private PM with Illy-Wan Kenobi!

Started October 03, 2018 by Deleted user

tune

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Yeah, the political standpoint is just what side of the gov't she supports. She's most likely a neutral, though.

I'll do my best to write better responses in this one. Also, do our characters already know each other or do they meet?

I usually would do they meet, but I think it’d be easier to do they knew each other.

I was thinking the same thing.

Yee. So should we start?

You can go ahead and start. I'll have to answer in a bit because I'm a bit busy right now.

Okay! Actually, I’m going to bed soon, I had a late night. Is it okay if I start in the morning?

Yeah that works.

Thanks! I’m v tired, I think you’d know why. Also, Illy, do you know how to add @ at the beginning of your user?

Yes, I do. But do I really need one?

Yes, because I couldn’t include you in the PM you wanted to be part of yesterday because you didn’t have one.

Oh, okay.

Yep! We’re making a whole big one sometime tomorrow, so keep an eye out for that.

Got it!

Okay, have a good night/day, Illy!

You too.

Alright! I’m back but I have to go to school soon. ^-^
I promise I’ll write a start the moment I can.

Take your time. I know you have real life stuf.

Thanks! Alriiighht…

The train clacked under Ace. Snow drifted down outside, the speed of the train making the small flakes almost blurs. It creaked to a stop at another stop. Very few people got on; if they did, they looked haughty and upset.
Ace’s friend, Ray, sat next to her, looking alert and just as haughty as the other strangers who boarded.

(Hm, okay. I was just a bit confused, sorry.)
She tapped her foot on the ground a bit annoyed. With what? You may ask, just about everything. She was very hard to please, with the world they lived in rarely anything happy happened. She carefully watched every person board, who knows what they can do and who they are. "When is our stop?"

“Our stop is the Third Segrement,” Ray barked. Segrements were what people called the five segments of “America”. Ray glanced at her. He wanted to keep her safe in these trying times, because God knows what could happen to a doll-face like herself.

Ace hummed as she adjusted herself in her seat, the longer she sat in it the more uncomfortable she began to become. She glanced up at Ray then to the window. "I've always liked the snow." Pressing her hand against the window she felt the chill of outside. Her Mother used to tell her she could be the Asian version of snow white, and that always made her laugh.

Ray let go a smile. “Snow is nice, I’ve always liked playing in it with my brother.” Immediately, he felt bad. His brother had died in one of the massive resistances against the government. His face fell and he looked away from Ace. Why am I thinking about that? It happened years ago…

Ace was an only child and couldn't relate to Ray. Although leaving her mother behind to travel was hard, she was thankful for her step father. Taking her hand off the window she leaned back further in her seat, putting her hand in her pocket to warm up. At the corner of her eye, she saw two men in nice clothes looking over at them. "There are two men looking this way," She made sure not to make eye contact with them.

Ray sighed. “Just ignore them. If it comes to a fight, you know what to do, right?” He needed to ask, as her body guard. He was actually asking her more specifically if she knew what to do if he got injured; he doubted she’d pick up on it, though. His hand strayed to a little pouch hanging from his neck that was concealed by his hood. Inside he had a small gun, ammo, a shank, and a switchblade.

"Of course I'll ignore them. I was just letting you know." Ace made sure to only look at the floor, Ray or the window, so her eyes didn't wander to a place they don't need to be. "And I'll fight back." Growing up in a Japanese home, she learned how to defend herself, along with a whole lot of different fighting styles. Sitting there with people staring at her made her uncomfortable, and it didn't help that she is itching for a fight right now, anything to deal with her boredom.

Ray glanced over and met the eyes of one of the men. He looked away.
“They’re soft-bellied government officials. Probably looking to see how the “quality—“ He suspended the word in air quotes— “of the train is. And, you’re not fighting. I don’t want to get you hurt.”

"You're to overprotective of me.. you do know that right?" She looked up at Ray and raised an eyebrow. It was a surprise to her that he was still like this, even after he's seen her fight many times. The illegal under ground fights were some of the most intense fights she's been in, but it taught her a lot. Back then she was a bit more intense and did mind getting into trouble, that is until she met Ray. He helped her calm down a lot.