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Started March 28, 2018 by @@sTRAYKEYS

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Alyssa sipped her cup of tea contently, watching the news from her couch. Rebels were stupid. Why would they rebel? It just makes their life harder.

Nightshade ran through the streets and ducked into an alley. He bumped into a girl. "Hey sorry."

Isabella traced the lines on the walls of the buildings when she heard foot steps. She gasps and jumps from her sitting position to suddenly be knocked down by a strong force. "Ow" she says "Hey sorry." she looks up in the dark to see a figure standing above her. Her eyes went wide and quickly went back on her feet. "W-who are you" she stuttered realizing she hadn't talked to any one for a long time.

Nightshade faked a smile, "Name is… Zeke."

Isabella looked at the stranger… Zeke he held a fake smile that she could spot a mile away. Her mother would show her the same fake smile everyday. "What are you doing here? You know there is a curfew at 9 right?"

"Yeah, um. Those are the rules for you too," Nightshade asked.

Isabelle didnt know what to say. She stayed silent and just looked at the stranger as the light of the moon finally lit his features. He was young. Maybe a year or two older than her. She took her chances. "Do you know about the rebellion?"

Nightshade leaned against the wall. "Yeah, so… What if I do?"

Isabelle stepped closer to the stranger thinking he was her only chance. "I need to talk to the leader Nightshade, I know he runs the rebellion, I heard he helps outsiders…. like me" Isabelle looked away from the stranger remembering her mother's hateful words. "You're not my daughter you worthless piece of shit!" Isabelle flinched but looked back up with hateful eyes. "I want this stupid thing out of my wrist" She scratched at her wrist where the visible shape of the chip was inside.

Nightshade rubbed the back of his neck, "I lied. You're talking to him. Everyone in my wants that shitty think off them," he held out his hand. "Come on."

Isabelle's eyes widened. She had been searching for so long. But, what if he was lying. What of he was going to take her back to her mother. "How can I trust you?"

"You just have to." Nightshade takes his hand back to his side and stuffed it into his pocket. "Follow if you want." He turned and left.

Isabelle quickly grabbed her bag off the floor and ran after Nightshade. She followed him without speaking. She didnt want him asking questions. She just needed a place to stay. A family. A home.

Nightshade didn't turn back he kept running until he reached the Meetinghouse for tonight's meeting. He knocked on the door and Kyle opened it. "Hey, is there a girl behind me?" Kyle looked and saw a girl running towards them so he nodded. "Let her in when she catches up."

Isabelle realized Nightshade was faster than her, but when she finally caught up she ended up at a small house. A guy also around her age was leaning against the entrance. "You comin in or what?" Isabelle nodded and stepped inside he building.

(Mind if I join?)
Name: Aylo
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Brown hair, a darker shade. Almond shaped, amber eyes. Lean and muscular build. She has a scar running through her left eyebrow that she hates.
Personality: Can be unnerving and serious at first. She's very loyal, protective, clever and humorous.
Mannerisms: Fidgets a lot, can't hold still for very long. She always walks around when discussing plans.
Talents: Very quiet, good with knives.
She's part of the Rebellion. Aylo is a Runner and Messenger. (If that can be a thing?)

Nightshade entered the house and walked upstairs. He went straight into the map room. "Alrighty," he smiled taking off his sweatshirt, "who's got Carley's case covered?"
A small girl named, Shawn, nodded and pointed to the map with the only finger she had left. "She was killed here, in Govna Way. Cadence and Jean took out her family and hid the bodies."
Nightshade nodded and moved away from the doorway just in case the girl found her way up here. "Where are they now?" He turned to find Jean entering the room. "Jean… Where's Cadence?"
"I swear… It was nothing! I kissed her just to check if we were partners, and we weren't. I should've died too!"
Nightshade sighed and pulled out his pistol, "here. Join her." He shot Jean, dead.

(Mind if I join?)
Name: Aylo
Gender: Female
Age: 18
Appearance: Brown hair, a darker shade. Almond shaped, amber eyes. Lean and muscular build. She has a scar running through her left eyebrow that she hates.
Personality: Can be unnerving and serious at first. She's very loyal, protective, clever and humorous.
Mannerisms: Fidgets a lot, can't hold still for very long. She always walks around when discussing plans.
Talents: Very quiet, good with knives.
She's part of the Rebellion. Aylo is a Runner and Messenger. (If that can be a thing?)

(Yep it can be a thing. Have fun!)

(Thanks! )

Aylo stood furthest away from Nightshade, closing her eyes as he fired the pistol. She had been in this rebellion for nearly a year and a half now, but still hadn't gotten used to the sound of a gun.

Isabelle made her way in and suddenly heard the shot of a gun. She gasped and covered her eyes. She body shook as she looked at the dead body just a few feet away from her.

Nightshade sighed and tossed the pistol onto the map walked over to Aylo, "stop being quiet and help."