forum Dystopia (open!)

Started May 01, 2018 by @PuffPoff

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(is your character considered "ugly"?)

(No………)

(did you read the beginning?)

(Yeah………)

(okay so…your character could be bad or they could be a sympathizer)

(Wait could she join the peoples at the tree house though??)

(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)

(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. Flip this is it ain't. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

(She's "ugly")

(then she can hear about the rebellion and join them in the house)

(k)
Raven walked over to the house and knocked softly.

(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.