One corporation took over the whole nation and ruined it. Leaving everyone in the region, broke, beaten, and damned. But now, the uprising begins as everyone trapped inside starts to rise up against the world in attempts to take it back.
I like the sound of this
I would like to join, this sounds interesting.
alrighty! Describe or link your character and we can start
@glitchy-plant, it's still private.
oh, her name is Priscilla, shes 15/16, a lesbian, tall, has long ginger/brown hair, sparkling teal eyes, desperate for love
Her name is Faith, she’s 17, panromantic and has short brown hair. Her eyes are green.
His name is Tristan, he's 16, gay. He has slightly long wavy reddish-brown hair. He has one hazel eye and a blue eye.
K I'll start
Priscilla walked silently, careful not to make a sound; she knew there were people around. She threw her hood up over her head and her mask over her mouth, and kept going.
Tristan stood hunched against the crowd, his hood handing low over his mismatched eyes. He eyed the throng of people passing by in front of him. He pushed off the wall he was leaning on and set off into the crowd. The graceful creature that he was, he tripped over his cloak.
Faith melted into the crowd as she left the small building. She scanned through, looking for people she might recognize, before pulling her hood up.
Tristan straightened himself up hurriedly. He readjusted his cloak and hood and set off again, weaving between people. His hands slipped into multiple pockets, coming out clutching watches and purses and coins. He shoved them into his coat, expertly pick-pocketing his way to the square.
Priscilla walked faster. weaving through the crumbling towers. She slipped through a tight alleyway and saw the flood of people. She pulled off her mask to breath and slipped it back on, inserting herself to the morning's crowds.
Faith saw a man drop his purse and hurriedly picked it up, shocking it into her pocket.
(Can I join?)
(yeah I think @glitchy-plant had said yes before)
(Right, sorry. My character's Noah, 15, straight, brown hair/eyes, he's kind of meek, and generally a rule-follower. Maybe he can somehow get forced to participate in the uprising?)
Noah hurried home, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, his eyes on the ground. Unlike most people who resorted to pickpocketing for a living, he had the luck to find a job working for a slightly wealthier family (who probably attained its wealth through illegal means) as a nanny/maid/butler-type person for minimum wage. True, pickpockets probably in the end received more income, and more reliably, but he would not resort to anything illegal if he could help it. So he continued home.
Priscilla looked around at all the people, she locked eyes with a girl, actively stealing a purse. Not wanting to really speak, she used sign language to say, "Where's the crowd line headed today?"
Priscilla looked around at all the people, she locked eyes with a girl, actively stealing a purse. Not wanting to really speak, she used sign language to say, "Where's the crowd line headed today?"
\ is that me
((Yeah