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Just Us Roleplay
Forum-Index → Roleplay → Just Us RoleplaySo he stood there wordlessly, even when a young boy ran up to the soldiers and started yelling at them. His one reaction was to tug down his left sleeve, and, perhaps, if one were to look into his eyes, they might have seen a hint of pity in their storm-like depths.
Supposedly, most retained their names, but his was only a distant memory to him, nothing more than a wisp of fog drifting through the shadowed valley that was his conscience. Some days, he had half the mind to let it go, to forget it, but others, for reasons unbeknownst to himself, he permitted its continued presence, though he never dwelt on it. It simply wouldn't do to have it present; the last time he'd allowed it to define him, claimed it as his own, his entire being had been brought crashing back down on his own head. No, this was life; no independence, no self, no sympathy. Anything else, and "life" suddenly became a foreign concept to the one who perpetrated the alien act.
As all machines do, the loudspeakers portrayed no emotion. The crisscrossing wires that made up the circle from which the cheery male voice of, supposedly, the Masked Man did not change, but the Masked Man spoke again, this time in a calm even tone. "This is what happens to those who do not understand that I will show you when it is time to leave The Community. There are dangers out there that I have rescued you from. Now go, and let Mora's punishment be a lesson to you." That stung 5 even more than any ankle bracelet. "DON'T CALL ME THAT, YOU DISGUISED FREAK!" she screamed. The two soldiers let go of her, and the sudden motion made 5 stumble and fall to the ground. They walked away, no emotion crossing their faces.
The girl stood up. She looked around at the curious faces. "Well? Go back to your silly existences of slavery." She stalked back to the Sleeping Quaters, dissapearing inside. If it wasn't a tarp tent, 5 might have slammed the door.
5 scoweled, glaring at Murasaki. "Don't. Call. Me. Mora." She turned away from her. 5 didn't always mean to be nasty, she really didn't. But she wanted to make it clear, in no uncertain terms, that Mora was not something that she was to be called.
Out of everyone, 7 probably knew the most about the outside she figured. The sky spirits would occasionally bring in stories of the outside world. Stories of giant buildings made of glass, people, and alien like places like mountains and deserts. From what she’s heard... outside sounded magical. Although she desperately wanted to see the wonders for herself, 7 trusted the masked man would let them out when they were ready. Besides, the community was her home. It was all she ever knew and the number ‘7’ was as much of a name as Buffy was. She doesn’t mind being called either, in her mind they are both names which are hers.