{Jay
BZZZZZZZ. The signal to go went off. People started to file out in organized, but chaotic lines. Suddenly, the line jerked and stopped. "Please! I met my quota!" Cried a man up front. "You did not. It was raised." The guard said in a monotone. The man fell to his knees, clasped his hands together and begged, "I have a son! And a daughter! Twins and hardly three years old! Their mother just died, please be lenient!" "I cannot. No pay." The guard said. He looked to the other guards positioned at the door, and the man was dragged out.
Jay kept himself from punching the guard in the face when he stalked by, taking the meager amount of pay he 'earned'. He stepped out into the cold air and made a face. He never liked the cold much, and it was even worse having to wear the worn clothes of the Loyalty. A light snow trickled down from the clouds, but the flakes melted on the hot pavement. It was nice, actually. To have snow without it sticking and making everything icy.
He continued walking and slyly cut into an alley. "You gonna help me drag a dead body back to the woods?" asked John, a Rebel. Jay narrowed his eyes, "Uh, no. Remember, you have to be caught." He said lowly so no one would overhear. "Ah, yeah. Get caught, get beat up, get brainwashed and be dragged kicking and screaming back to a camp in the wilderness where I'll be experimented on." He said harshly, putting a cigar between his teeth and lighting it with a match. Smoke rose up, giving the grey and dirty alleyway an even more sinister look. "You volunteered." Jay commented lightly. "Because I on'y got 3 weeks to live." John snapped. Jay didn't reply for a moment. "You did it because there's a chance they'll fix you. It's a risk, but one way you'll die and the other... You might not."
Jay kept himself from punching the guard in the face when he stalked by, taking the meager amount of pay he 'earned'. He stepped out into the cold air and made a face. He never liked the cold much, and it was even worse having to wear the worn clothes of the Loyalty. A light snow trickled down from the clouds, but the flakes melted on the hot pavement. It was nice, actually. To have snow without it sticking and making everything icy.
He continued walking and slyly cut into an alley. "You gonna help me drag a dead body back to the woods?" asked John, a Rebel. Jay narrowed his eyes, "Uh, no. Remember, you have to be caught." He said lowly so no one would overhear. "Ah, yeah. Get caught, get beat up, get brainwashed and be dragged kicking and screaming back to a camp in the wilderness where I'll be experimented on." He said harshly, putting a cigar between his teeth and lighting it with a match. Smoke rose up, giving the grey and dirty alleyway an even more sinister look. "You volunteered." Jay commented lightly. "Because I on'y got 3 weeks to live." John snapped. Jay didn't reply for a moment. "You did it because there's a chance they'll fix you. It's a risk, but one way you'll die and the other... You might not."
{Kaya
She walked on to her restaurant job. Like her mum, she was a waitress. Unlike her mum, she was working for a poor restaurant. She walked inside and shivered. "Ha'lo, Kaya. Said the owner of the restaurant, Magdelina. She was on old woman with grey hair and a wrinkled face. "Hello, Magdelina." Kaya replied politely. She walked back to the kitchens and pulled on an apron. She washed her hands in the cold water and grabbed a pen and paper pad from the counter.
Kaya walked out into the eating area. Poor-rich men and women were dining, talking, laughing. Some were sitting in the corner, nibbling away on a meal that probably cost them a month's salary.
Kaya walked out into the eating area. Poor-rich men and women were dining, talking, laughing. Some were sitting in the corner, nibbling away on a meal that probably cost them a month's salary.
I have those moments more often than I would like to admit... Tobias.}