forum Dystopian RP?

Started February 25, 2018 by @Oakie Dokie

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(Doodled Armand)

BRUH)

(Sure)
Armand heard loud footsteps from the old restricted cells and it's respective rooms. Wondering why anyone would travel down those condemned halls he wandered down himself, knowing this place was not sound of mind and soul, not healthy for the sanity of those who tread it. He walked past the most disheveled cell, the cell honored by many rebels.. The "Kill Harri" cell. He took a gaze at it, the smell pushing him away after only a few moments. He walked in his rhythmic pace past the place, past the old terrifying equipment. He saw her silhouette. "This area is restricted, I condemned it 347 days ago, nearly a year. No center workers or it's residents are allowed back here due to medical reasons." His hands were in his pockets, his golden eyes glowing slightly as they whirred in his head. Wait.. is that her?

Yuki didn’t respond at first. She didn’t know how to respond. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, “It’s the same as it was years ago.”

"Because I couldn't stand it here." Armand took a breath. The fear that stuck to this place clung to him. "And the rebels.. those who would lose hope see it as a sort of.. victory." his pace resumed for a moment until he stood next to her, gazing at the cracked pieces of glass on the ground. "Doctor Phyllis was gone. There was no saving him, and we couldn't let this continue. I just hope that when I reach this point, someone will put me out of my misery. It's no way to live."

Yuki looked down. “I’m not really in the mood to talk about this.”, she said. Yet, she was glad she had someone to talk to about it. Armand would understand what she had gone through.

"Are you sure? You've been alone. I have too. I know we aren't exactly on the same team, but I understand your thoughts." Armand's face didn't change, it wasn't easy anyways, so he typically didn't. It was better just to look apathetic to the world around you, that way people wouldn't analyze you for what you're worth.

(It’s alright)
“The only reason I didn’t kill you right away was for you to heal Rowan’s leg. Now, I’m not sure I’m ever going to kill you. You actually seem nice, but I’m not sure about sharing my personal feelings with you.”, Yuki said. Part of her actually wanted to let out her emotions. She had to remind herself she shouldn’t have emotions. You’re just a soldier, Yuki. You live to kill President Harris, not to make friends. Why was it so hard to control her emotions? She felt so weak, despite being so strong physically.

"Oh, I know. I have no chance against you." Armand blinked, then looked at the woman. "You're incredibly strong. You'd be welcomed into the Society at a moment's notice in these times," He added, "But you don't. Just as I'm sure the rebels would now take a doctor with my capabilities in at a moment's notice, but I don't." he cleared his throat, turning away from the sharp reflective bits, tired of the atmosphere. "Because of our personal reasons."

“I joined the rebellion to kill President Harris. To give her the bloody, gruesome death I believe she deserves.” Her eyes shone with sadness and longing. “I’m nothing but a soldier. I have found I have no other purpose in life.”, Yuki said. “I might as well have died in my lonely prison cell, after another round of torture. Because in reality I’m dead! I don’t have a life other than taking others lives!”

"Have you tried to be anything but? Have you been conditioned to think that is all you are?" Armand began walking. "Do you think of the trouble you've caused, being one of the only rebels no one in the society can detain? You're sure to be historical. If you do something." The heels of his shoes clicked against the tile.

“Anything lengendary that I may or may not do is for the act of escaping prison and killing others.”, Yuki replied. “All the people I cared about where killed in the battle arena. I have not cared for anyone since. I can be the perfect soldier. No emotions, no holding back. And currently that is what everyone needs. I am a weapon of mass destruction and extreme martial arts to some.”, she said in an emotionless tone. “Stop and really think about it. Do you ever wonder if you are really living? I understand you spend your days healing people, but those days are spend for President Harris, the one who started this miserable war! The freaks did nothing to her!”

He had thought about it. "I'm not living. Only breathing, but barely still." even doctors were made to kill these days. "As for the war, I think everyone just wanted something to complain about. When my envoy of doctors arrived to help heal the rebels as a 'sign of grace' from the president, my colleagues died." And he should have died there, too; but he didn't. Now he wished he had. His pace rounded the corner, he was ready to return to his office.

“Exactly.”, Yuki responded before Armand could leave. “In fact, why are we even allowed to breathe? Don’t tell me, just think about it. To everyone else we are things.” She turned her back on him. “Go. Make sure Rowan is okay.”, she added.

His footsteps stopped for a moment, before returning pace. He was a tool. An old and broken, yet well-made tool for whoever above him to use as they pleased. But he wasn't going to fight it any more. It wasn't worth it. He returned to his office, leaving the destructive rebel to do as she would. It can all end in chaos, for all I'm beginning to care.

Yuki knew she was a monster. She knew she could do anything she’d like in the room and Armand wouldn’t even try to stop her. Just like all of us, he’s given up. Like me. I have given up.