Corruption

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They hid beneath the shadows...

But they were the light.

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Role play between Ellayiss and ::madlyhazel

[etchnyx]

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XX Name ◇ Wren Jae Nyx X Age ◇ Appears 23 but is immortal.
XX Gender ◇ Female X Height ◇ 5'7"
XX Sexuality ◇ Straight X Power ◇ Controls fire, shifts into a phoenix
XXTraits ◇ Sarcastic, intelligent, doesn't filter what she says, independent,
XX jokes around in the worst situations sometimes, impatient,
XX mysterious. She can be thoughtful and very kind to those
XX she feels deserves it. Has trust issues. When she wants
XX something,she'll find a way to get it.
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[::madlyhazel]

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XX Name ◇ Kitaro Shakko X Age ◇ Appears 21, actual age is a little over 300
XX Gender ◇ Male X Height ◇ 5'10"
XX Sexuality ◇ Pansexual X Power ◇ Shifts into kitsune, illusion, foxfire
XXTraits ◇ Narcissistic, overconfident, lazy, blunt,
XX loyal to those he considers friends, the way he cares can seem harsh,
XxXhateful to those who think themselves higher than him,
XX more likely to help children or the weak/poor,
XX hates being enslaved through possession of his kitsune ball
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[etchnyx]

Greed and ignorance was what led to the state of the earth. It was destructed. Even for the high-class. Being in a sanitized, well-monitored community didn't hide the sad reality of what life had come to. Sure, it would be nice to be wealthy and taken care of, but with benefits comes consequences for everyone: You lose your dignity and civil manners for yourself and others. Maybe well-monitored wasn't a good word to describe the community because the government monitored everything. That includes the low-class and mid-class. They just didn't care too much about it unless they were to find something to use against someone to help gain more wealth. However, the earth was crumbling into fragments from the government. Soon they will not be able to breathe. Soon they will not be able take away rights of others because they would have already taken all the rights. Soon they will not be able to save our Earth, not they ever did. Soon they will not be able to change the world into the paradise all life on earth deserves. Soon they will not be able to wake up. Soon greed will have caused such environmental devastation that the life support systems of Earth will be beyond repair. Earth is everyone's only home for now and into eternity, and yet they continued to ignore the fact that they're life is being taken away with their eyes drilled into a screen.

The mid-class had it bad. Not as brutal as the low-class. They lived in somewhat sanitary conditions and they were able to afford a roof over their heads. The structures weren't made with the wealthiest materials like the ones in the high-class, but they were good enough to take shelter in. The low-class, however, was tragic. They lived in mud or abandoned structures that were on the edge of collapsing to small molecules if you even let a needle fall onto it. They sank in mud from the overflowing river, and they ate whatever they could find. Whether it be the soggy pieces of bread flowing from the river that the high-class gave to the ducks or the rotted food from the trash everywhere. Buildings rarely existed, let alone, life.
All the once green lands of the earth were no more than ash and charcoal. The air was heavy with the smell of burnt flesh and smoke hung in a haze that partially obscured the blood-red sun. The cities stood like skeletons, barn wastelands, empty now that disease had taken whatever the fire did not. The skies were barren, no birds flew or sang, And all the while the oppressive heat rained down like the breath of hell.

It was Saturday morning, Wren had already managed to sneak into the high-class community overnight, taking aid-kits and food from their storage units. They acted as if they were suffering from lack of supplies. The ungrateful state of humans in the community disgusted Wren. She handed out the food and kits to families before returning to the abandoned apartment complex in the forest. The forest was one of the places that the government didn't know existed. He was too busy painting lies onto his canvas so everyone applauded him on the media about how great of a man he was.
Wren was intelligent. She stayed on the highest floor, managed to get herself a decent bed and amount of food, and she found a way to get electricity on that floor. She wasn't selfish though. She managed to get a good amount of electricity working for her community, where they were at least to have heaters and radios to listen to programs. She also made sure they were supplied with sleeping bags and blankets. She knew her way around, and made sure the community did as well. Robots and monitored guards roamed the environment at 4 in the morning, left and returned at 12 in the afternoon, and checked during 6 at night. That was the schedule. That's when everyone knew to hide and cut off their electricity. They would sit on the streets, watching the monitors go by as they let their feet soak in the muddle puddles on the streets. Even though Wren knew the schedule, she never turned on her electricity at night. The trees around the apartment were very tall, but she didn't trust them to entirely cover the lights coming from the top floor.

Wren sipped a bottle of water as she watched the birds fly above her on the balcony. She wore combat boots, tight black jeans and a light grey tank top. She wore a black leather jacket with a black hoodie when she was sneaking into facilities. But at that moment she was enjoying the stillness of the earth. It was the kind of day even a feather would fall without drifting one way or the other. The grass was straight and silent, the leaves dangled more as if they had been painted there. Should a person be able to feel the beating of the birds' wings - that would have been the only breeze. It was still, utterly still. There was absolute stillness. No air stirred the grass or leaves. No clouds drifted in the sea of blue above. No water dripped or flowed. Not a sound could be heard either close at hand or in the far off distance.

[::madlyhazel]

Piercing yellow eyes gazed down upon the decrepit land below, watching as armed guards patrolled the area. The pair of government-employed deplorables casually sauntered through the destroyed streets, laughing about this or that and kicking stray pieces of trash they came across. They didn't have a care in the world about the situation around them--after all, they didn't live here. So long as they didn't have to experience the run-down conditions the poor class lived in on a day to day basis, they were completely fine. It was easy to ignore the struggles of others when you didn't have to walk in their shoes.

Three thick red tails disappeared behind a crumbling brick pillar, and similarly colored ears quickly poked out on the other side of it as they trailed after the guards. A sneering grin decorated the kitsune's face as he tiptoed about the dilapidated ruins. Most of his days consisted of this same charade: following the guards about the slums and waiting for the perfect moment to strike. A natural trickster, Kitaro simply couldn't resist the chance to play a prank, especially on folks as hated as these.

With a flash of his amber eyes, he watched with delight as the guards suddenly stumbled back and shrieked, their eyes wide on the ground below them. In their eyes, a massive hole had opened up, swallowing up the cracked road and burping out horrible sulfuric scents. The edges of the hole seemed to crumble, the cracks reaching toward the guards as they shuffled back.

"This place gets worse every time I come here," one of them muttered in a high-strung voice.

"No kidding!" shrilled the other, "Can't believe the monsters would let it get this bad. It's like they don't care."

As the guards searched for a way around the hole, sudden hot balls of foxfire shot down toward them. Purposefully misfired, they struck around their feet and exploded in a dazzling display of fireworks. Both guards immediately drew their weapons, ready to strike back against whoever had the gall to attack them. Not bothering to conceal himself, Kitaro was easy to spot. He sat propped atop an ancient building, his legs dangling and kicking without a care in the world. He stuck out his tongue at the guards and let out a cackle.

"Aw, and I thought you guys were guards! Shame to see the government only has money to hire kids now. Though that doesn't surprise me either!"

One of the guards pointed their weapon up at him, an annoyed expression on his face. "Put your hands up and make your way down here! You're under arrest!"

The kitsune rolled his eyes. "Yeah, let me keep my hands up and jump off of this three-story balcony. No thanks." With a wave of his hand, the hole illusion disappeared into thin air. "Thanks for the show, though! See you guys next time--I'm here all week. Make sure to tip, ya hear?"

With that he sprung to his feet and promptly dashed through a window hole, causing the guards to scream obscenities after him as they attempted to pursue him. Kitaro laughed wildly, shifting mid leap as he bounded from one building to the next. The small fox effortlessly slid through cracks in the buildings, and it was easy for him to bound down to the street through a few well-placed jumps. Ah, that never got old.

[etchnyx]

The human brain is the command center for the human nervous system. It receives input from the sensory organs and sends output to the muscles. It is made up of many neurons which are the basic working units of the brain. They either send information from what one takes in and sends it towards the nervous system, or away from the nervous system to muscles/glands. The government is taking that away. The ability to read and educate ourselves, the ability to think for ourselves, and even the ability to breathe depending on where you stand. But everyone still has hope in the government and is blinded by the fact that they are only helping themselves.

Wren continued to watch over everything as the sat on the crumbling balcony. Her eyes look brown from afar, but if anyone were to nears her, they would notice the color of honey. They're bright and liquid warm, sprinkled with light brown specks, framed by beautiful thick lashes. In the sun, they were golden with warmth. However, even without the sun, one could easily see that they spoke of words to show she had no hope. No hope for the world or society, or even herself. But she had already planned her night and that was to leave her sculpture on the corner of the street that led to the capital building. She knew the power circuits location for the street, so she could easily turn off the power, leave the sculpture and turn the power back on before she left. The guards were nothing. If they were human guards, she could easily knock them out. If they were robots, should could easily take their memory chips and crush them under her boots. The sculpture itself is not that heavy itself. It was hollow but made out of a durable material and glazed with a strong protecting spray. It stood nine feet and it was the government holding a brain in one hand and a toolbox in the other. The toolbox held a blade and microchip. If anyone were intelligent, they would understand the meaning behind it.

(( Sorry. Super short response. I am testing so my brain is dead and I am also sick. ))

[::madlyhazel]

(You're totally fine! Take your time. ^^)

He hit ground level with a puff of exertion, glancing over his furry shoulder to see if the guards were able to pursue him. Unable to see anything other than the destroyed structures around him, Kitaro smirked and slinked away toward an alley. Shifting quickly, the young man adjusted his clothes and let out a small puff of air. Well, that had gone surprisingly well. Usually they put up more of a fight, but today he'd been able to effortlessly slip away without so much as a gun shot at him.

Snorting to himself about the abilities of the government, he sauntered lazily back into the street. How useless could they be? They were getting worse and worse every day! Soon enough he'd be hopping on the guards' shoulders why they just cried about the state of the civilians around them. He smoothed his hair back, grinning brightly into the grey scene around him.

"Put your hands up. You're under arrest."

Ah, shoot. Kitaro sighed, putting his hands up as he glanced behind him. A massive robot stared him down, its seven foot tall form blocking any easy points of escape. The assault rifle it had pointed at him didn't help his case either.

"Turn around and get on your knees."

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, spinning on his heel and sinking to his knees in one effortless movement. He should have really kept an eye out for these jerks as they patrolled the street. No doubt the guards had alerted the nearest one and sent it after him. While humans were squishy and easy to fight back against, the bots had tough metal armor, and their minds were not swayed by illusions. They were considerably more difficult to fight.

[etchnyx]

Symbolism can transport you to places unknown, take you deeper into the ordinary, or even deeper into the self. Properly crafted words are the means of conjuring rather than the object or idea brought forth. When skillfully done they are like the frame of a tasteful mirror rather than the glass, sitting in the background, visible to all, yet their purpose is to enhance the beauty of the picture rather than to draw attention to themselves. However, you can't just understand the symbolism in a fraction of a second. You must take a shovel and dig deeper to search for that symbol. Sooner or later, your arms will ache and you will get the urge to quit. But will you quit or will you continue fighting the urge?

Humans were challenging to understand. They all seemed semi-bipolar to Wren. One second they were laughing and skipping along the pathway in a park, and then the other second they hated everyone and wanted to commit mass homicide. Of course, that was exaggerated. To Wren, there were always pros and cons, and those pros and cons were indeed opinionated. Humans lacked realization in that. The fact that everything was opinionated seemed to be inconspicuous to everyone. Though, it's hard to determine one's opinion due to the fact they everyone seemed to rely on others without having an original thought or idea.

Wren chuckled to herself. She was her own entertainment and she believed that some of her thoughts were worth a million dollars. Or a few dollars that would help her buy herself food. Or perhaps nicer clothes. Of course, vanity wasn't her biggest concern at the moment. She gulped the last drops of water from the bottle, crushing it and tossing it into a metal tin. The metal tin had a dent in it which was created when she had hit a guard with it. That's how she got the tin itself. She was, of course, strolling the streets of the wealthy and arrogant. The clean alleys and sidewalks. She found it beside a dumpster. Not the disgusting, un-sanitized metal box. The dumpster was indeed mechanic. It was controlled by a schedule and a detector. If there is trash that has not reach its maximum amount, it deposits it based on the schedule. If there is trash that is at the maximum point, or soon to be passed it, it will deposit it based on the detector. Where is the trash deposited might one ask? In the streets of the low-class community. One couldn't even call it a community. Or could they? Can an area still be determined as a community if all that was built was piles of trash and humans depending on that trash?

Wren got up and walked over to a pile of notebooks, paper, and books. Her mind was deserting from what she needed to plan for. She sat on the cold wood and grabbed a pencil nearby, opening a notebook and sketching out her plan for the night.