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7/29/2015 5:44:03 AM
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As they walked the school came into sight, not a person to be found outside. "It seems some heating systems in homes failed, the ones that actually had one I mean. People are currently gathering inside large building, banks, schools, churches .." he began to inform as they walked. " Right now the only effective method of keeping warm is just that, gathering a mass of people into a dense spot and making bonfires inside of barrels"
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"I can light the place up", I said snapping my fingers with the flame lit up.
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"You could, but you're not ubiquitous, this isn't the only place that needs help. Don't worry too much, the barrels are doing a good enough job" We approach the entrance and walk inside, the halls are empty and a bit frozen. "They're in the lunch room" I say as I continue walking.
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"Damn it smells bad", I say as we walk through the door.
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A light is visible from within the lunch room as we walk closer to it. Two CPD guards stand beside the doorway with their rifles leaning against the wall. Both guards look up at the approaching figures, and one makes the most repulsive of faces. "Great, one of you was bad enough but now you decided to bring another one of you freaks" He directs towards Zhackie. The other guard shuts him up with nudge of his shoulder and says "Welcome back, the junk pile is ways straight down and to the right, can't miss it" Zhackie nods "Always a pleasure Theo ... not so much you however, Mick" The unfriendly guard scoffs and responds " Get fukt you fire hydrant headed bastard"
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"Friends of yours"?
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Zhackie grins "Kinda sorta" he responds as we enter the lunchroom. The scenery is not gloomy, at all. The bonfire barrels and artificial lights made of scrap are doing a decent job of keeping the space well lit. Around each barrel are varying groups of people, one has a group of men drinking and telling jokes. At the other end of the room is a man playing a violin with a good audience around him. It was rather impressive, he was jumping and spinning while playing [u]Danse Macabre[/u] like a mad man, exceptional skill.And at the corner is an old man with a thick Rosskayan accent entertaining the children with a story. He spoke to them about the great bears of Rosskaya while spreading his arms and making clawing gestures, the children loved it. One boy raised his hand "How big were they?" he asked. "And excellent question [i]mishka[/i], they were huuuge, one bear alone could feed an entire village for weeks" The children 'oooh'd and 'ahhh'd in response. "Over here" Zhackie said as he dropped his junk into a larger pile.
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[b]I drop my pile. I make a quick snap and set a a piece of plastic on fire before throwing it into the pile.[/b] "Makes me realize how society is lost into wealth, yet they aren't happy. And these people, are happy-in fact grateful to be alive".
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"Why wouldn't they be? Makes no sense to be miserable just because other people have it better. In places like Downtown people just learn to make the best of what's available" A CPD guard approached, he looked rather young, perhaps around Zhackie's age, the uniform even seemed to be about 2 sizes too small. "The commissioner wants a word, he wouldn't tell me why though" He said with a hint of apprehension in his tone. He nervously looked at the man with a wolf mask. "He can go too" ((Here's this to explain Zhackie's Downtown street cred: https://www.bungie.net/en/Forum/Post/140280500/0/0/1)) ((Oh and, are you up for an event? Not right now, but soon just in case more people want to join))
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"The Commish...you're friends with him", I said in surprise. (I get it, you're like a street free lancer doing work for pay) ((It's 2am, I plan on going to bed before 3 lol. Nothing too long))
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Edited by TooFastForPat: 7/29/2015 7:11:03 AMHe smiles "Not friends, he'd never approve of the term being used to describe us. More like acquaintances" He turns to face the guard. "Guess I have an audience with the Downtown commissioner then" ((Perfect, I'll have it set up by the time you probably wake. Like I said it doesn't have to be now))
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Edited by DesertX963: 7/29/2015 7:17:05 AM[b]I disappear[/b] Telepathically [b]-I'll leave you to the commissioner, besides he'd be disappointed to see the vigilante who ruins his parade-[/b]
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He sends you a message on his TacPad: [b]Alright then, let me know if you change your mind. P.S: Downtown CPD just calls him commissioner, he's commissioner of all Cidyetica but his word down here is law [/b] He sends. He looks to the guard once more. "Just tell me where to warp" [u][b]((CURTAIN))[/b][/u]
