Fallen Utopia - ((Open and Accepting))

[Psychotic Addictions]

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Katy Price - I sit and rest my head in my hands. Why did things have to be so complicated here? Why couldn't I live somewhere peaceful, somewhere like Katrina used to be??? Why did they have to come and ruin everything, take away my life, my family, my boyfriend... Why did they have to??? Why???

Sarah Rue - I sit under the shade of a large oak tree that once was green and lush and perfect. Now it has been destroyed by the bombs and the smoke from Sorting Day. I used to love this tree. Infact, I used to climb it everyday when we used to live here. I stroke its dead bark and its lifeless limbs, humming the song my father used to sing to me when i was a child. I cautiously test out a branch and when it holds my weight, I climp up on it and test branch after branch until i am hidden in the trees barren branches. I close my eyes and recall the days before the Sorting, when things were perfect...

Daniel Rue - I walk around my room, pacing the whole 4 meters back and forth. The rebels were stable but they had weakened significantly since that last fight. We lost many brave souls that night, whether they died or were captures, I dont know. No one knows. Except the Powers. They know everything. Almost everything. They don't know about Sarah though. Even Sarah doesnt know her power and her destiny. A few think we do. The best we can comeup with for sure is that we want her on our side not theirs.

Anthony Grant - I walk near the borders of the Beautiful Faction. Is this where they hold Rebel meetings? do they hold them somewher obvious?? I want so badly to know so i can help them. But i dont know. Why don't I know. Maybe thats why I am here. MAybe thats why they didnt place me elsewhere, because i am all looks and no smarts.

Parker Stipe - I ring for Jansen to come up to my office in the capital building. When he comes in he bows low to me and I stand up and clap him on the shoulder. "Jansen," I begin, "I need you to do something for me." He nods awaiting my instructions. I pause for a moment searching his face for any emotions, seeing none I continue. "Jansen, I need you to go out to the factions. I need you..." I drop my voice to a low whisper, "To spy on those dratted rebels and help me exterminate them." Jansen frowns. "Yes i know about them, do you think me stupid or ignorant?" I question darkly.

Jansen Stipe - I boy my head low to hide my fear. "No father," I reply, no hint of fear in my voice. "I shall do as you have asked of me." My father smiles and then once again claps me on my shoulder. "Good work son," he says finally, dismissing my from his presence. I walk out, intriqued by his mission for me. He must obviously have a lot of faith in me, sending me on this task, wither that or he needs me gone so he can do some horrible thing to the people of Katrina. Either way, it doesnt matter much to me...

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I laid down on my bed. I flinched when I felt a dull stinging pain at my side. Cursing under my breath, I had to be more careful. I was still a little bruised from the last fight. Gritting my teeth, I had to be stronger. For all the families that are suffering, for all those who have lost their lives during the attacks and the Sorting, and for all those who have died trying to fight for us, The Rebels. Hope and hatred are the only things that are letting me fight. The hope of seeing a better day, the way it used to be before they came. Glaring at the wall, I can't wait until we bring them down, destroy them, and cause them pain. The pain that they have been causing us for so long. I just can't wait until that day.

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Azlyn walked around her room, nervously pulling her fingers through her hair. She kept glancing at the door, almost expecting someone to burst in. She sat down on her bed, reaching for her brush. She brushed out her hair and put it in a loose french braid. She got dressed and opened her door, looking out. She nervously stepped outside, and started to walk around. She was afraid to go outside ever since the bombing, and she usually stayed inside as much as she could.

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Anthony - I turn around and walk back towards the Rooms. I put my hands in my pockets and go deep inside of my thoughts. I slowly make my way back to the Rooms when I feel a presence nearby. I ignore the feeling and continue trudging forward with my head down. A few steps later, I bump into someone.

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