F E A R L E S S (dystopian rp) OPEN

[wolfrunner]

Marina Anne Nightingale
Marina thanked her lucky stars that it was a nice day outside and just warm enough that the weight of a cover up was something she didn't have to worry about. The car pulled up to the track and the family's driver as well as the teen's father imdietly got out of the vehicle. As her father helped her mother out of her seat, Marina could almost bearly contain her excitement to get out of the stuffy car and into the open air and warm sunlight. Just the same the brown haired girl lightly placed her hand in the driver's to allow him to help her out and shut the door behind her. On her feet were a pair of silver sandal-like heels that Marina found she could still walk considerably well in as compared to how she did in the higher shoes she owned.

As the three walked into the stadium, Marina fallowing closely behind her parents linked arm in arm together, the roar of the much anticipated event grew louder. The young Nightingale didn't care for many of the social events that Emotions held, but horse races was one of the few....if not only...exception. The excitement in the air. The different horses. The clatter of thundering hooves down the track. Marina savored everything about the races every time she attended one with her parents. While her father went to place a bet, Marina had begun to fallow her mother to where their family always sat but ended up purposely lagging behind. She'd be in trouble but would come up with a story about how a boy or something had attracted her attention, besides she wasn't a child and knew where her family seats were located anyway. Marina made her way to try and get a better look at the four legged creatures.


Nyx Bullregard (James Alfonse Nightingale)

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[Chadanaiy]

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After a few glasses of champaign and another lively discussion which'd carried them all around every place the higher terrace had to offer, Edel and Mr.Everett had placed two new thoroughly strategized bets. "My dear girl," the old man had told her when returning from the betting screens, "You truly have me thinking that what all one needs to win at this kind of game isn't at all luck, experience or intuition but smarts: just a young functioning brain like yours." She'd thanked him in complete honesty and had accompanied the old aristocrat back to his table where they'd taken a seat and had talked some more. Everett had been a widower for a few years now. He was a kind old man who sought to forget his loneliness in the company of others, defending and listening to those who'd gained his affection. It was this selflessness that set him apart from any other relation, that made him a separate kind of person who both belonged and remained exterior to the families he was connected to. Soon afterwards he'd had to take his leave, joking to the young woman as he departed that she'd no longer have to deal with the annoyance of his elderly presence. Edel had laughed and responded with a sentence of praise to the man and the two had left to their respective activities.

She was heading back to her own seat along the terrace when the Mardavet daughter encountered a spot of blue that she recognized. Some enthusiastic mother had carved a sheet out of the sky above their heads and made it into a short ruffled dress for a somewhat rebellious daughter. Marina, it seemed, had managed to slip away from Miranda's surveillance to admire the galloping creatures on their green and dusty ellipsis. The rumble of hooves trembled through the lengthy balustrade on which she leant, nearing the heart with roaring eagerness before fading around the curve. A mere two years of age separated the young ladies but the two had only ever been briefly introduced and Edel was much better acquainted with the Nightingale parents than with their brow-haired daughter. She neared the adolescent, champaign balanced in the shape of her curled fingers and decided she might engage in a conversation, maybe even suggest to lend her her pair of binoculars so that she may better observe the galloping horses. "Races truly present a rare advantage, don't you find?" she asked without any form of introduction, watching as two snorting horses fought for first place. "A valid and plausible excuse to not be constantly in someone's company is a valuable thing to have in parties like these." There was another roar of clapping and cheering as the beasts crossed the finish line and had their names flash across the silver screen again.

 

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[~Erica~]

ΣZRA JAMES LYON

Ezra could feel his calm demeanor slip away as a flush lit up his pale cheeks, giving him the look, as it were, of an embarrassed predatory flamingo. Mentally, he cursed himself for allowing Natasa to sneak up on him and shot her a glare. The situation to him was not in the least bit funny and he felt it undermined his authority, not to mention disturbed his pride. It stung to the quick, and upset an already bruised ego. Having someone make fun of you was not the best pick me up, particularly after a harrowing meeting in a dusty room that hadn't quite been cleaned properly.

"As much as I appreciated your concern-" (which he didn't) "-I'm quite certain I'll be able to work regardless." Ezra responded, directing a thin smile in Erabos' direction. If there was one thing that never failed it was his will power. It dominated everything and was poured without reserve into the efforts of the rebels. It was almost its own entity at times, a translucent and yet seeming corporeal being that hovered in the corner of the eyes, there but also not. Perhaps the only thing that kept his will power from emerging into a fully formed being was time. The quarrel between the two was an old one and well thrashed out, but time always emerged the victor, being both the older and wiser of the two. Time knew the past, the present, and the future but Ezra's will power did not and so remained an intangible force.

"Now if you will pardon me, I have quite a bit of work to do." he said to excuse himself from the uncomfortable situation. With a polite nod to Erabos and a reproaching look at Nat, he turned swiftly on his heel and retreated down the hallway at a steady pace.

NATASA ᎧPAL ᏔEST

The sound of Natasa's bright laughter continued to echo down the hallway even after she had stopped chuckling like a malignant ghost, distorting and warping the pretty sound into something more sinister. She frowned at the noise and glared at the dingy hallway as if that would stop the echoes. It didn't of course, but they faded quickly leaving only the impression of the sound behind as it morphed into the echoes of footsteps instead.

Her frown turned into a contrite look at the force of Ezra's glare. She knew he hated it when she laughed at him, particularly in public, but the urge had just been to hard to resist. Besides, the dark and dirt besmirched halls had needed some cheering. At least, that was how she rationalized it. Obviously, the group of rebels who had been put on cleaning duty had not yet gotten around to any actual cleaning. No one had expected them too really since the job had been created more for the principle of the matter rather than the carrying out. The halls were still dirty and dusty filled with equally tarnished and vitiate furniture.

As soon as Erabos spoke, Nat decided that the malignant ghost was not a ghost but a person, and the contrite look once again turned into a frown. Admittedly, she had in a way made fun of Ezra but her way had been a little more harmless. Besides, the right to tease their leader fell to her and not to anyone else. Few of the rebels truly understood all the subtleties of the relationship between Nat and Ezra, and so it was distorted in the minds of others, it seemed, into license to make fun of him as well.

"That wasn't very nice." She told Erabos, eyes brightening with irritation at him. She crossed her arms and pursed her lips, movements quick and precise.

ᏝIA ᎦONYA ᏩRAVES

Casting a quick and furtive glance over her shoulder, Lia slid gracefully out the door of their quaint little house and ran swiftly into the trees. It had been harder to get away from her parents than she had bargained for today. Her mother had been annoyingly insistent about finishing a sewing project and then her father had needed her help shifting around a few pieces of furniture. It had been their typical way of keeping her busy and therefore safe.

She let out a disparaging noise at the thought and then flung her arms out with a joyous laugh forcing her attitude to a happy one instead of a bitter one. It felt good to get outside at last! The sun filtered lightly through the leaves of the trees above casting dappled shadows on the ground that shifted as a small breeze wound it's way through the forest. The only good thing about being inside all day was that she had missed most of the heat. The spring this year had been surprisingly hot after an unusually mild winter leaving the area in even more danger than usual of forest fires. Dry years, as this one was shaping up to be, always meant more fires.

Lia sighed and cast all thoughts of fires out of her mind determined simply to enjoy herself. She grinned and closed her eyes for a moment, listening to the sounds of the birds in the trees before whistling back to them. A few replied and she chortled lightly heading towards her favorite place to sit and think.

[soulie]

Erabos
Erabos glanced at Ezra and laughed silently to himself. "No problem Ezra, I'm a world of concern. Just spreading it around." He said slightly laughing. He found it quite boring so every chance of a little fun, whether it be in good or bad ways, he took advantage of it. His attention was drawn back to Natasa though as she chided him for his slightly rude joke. Though he simply rolled his eyes and turned to her. "It was minor fun. If he can't take that then he should step down. It was nothing serious and if he takes it to heart then someone ought to talk to him about it. Besides, you should take a lesson in niceness before you try to preach it Natasa. What you did wasn't the nicest thing either. As I said though, he can take it and if he can't take a little joke then he's in no position to lead anything. There are things far worse than a us cracking jokes but I doubt I need to lecture you on it." He leaned back against the wall glancing out the window, sighing at the memories he had before he found the rebels and the things that were worse out there. "I'm going out, but I'm sure that no one will need me. I'm not very important around here. More hated I believe than needed and liked." He chuckled but even as he chuckled, he did not smile in the least. If anything he had been frowning, still thinking about what had happened to him with the chip, and the torturing that still haunted his dreams.

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Marina Anne Nightingale
Marina's sea colored eyes were locked on the race down on the track below, as the sound of hooves filled her ears. The young girl really didn't care who won the race, but making silent guesses to herself was one of her habits. She remained watching fallowing the movement of the pack with her head as they sprinted along kicking dust up in their wake. Eventually two of the horses, a fine long legged roan and a well muscled grey, overtook the rest of the pack placing them at the head of the group. The two horses were neck and neck as their riders pushed them harder with each step in the direction of the finish line. When the crowd cheered at the grey crossing the finish first, Marina heard a voice walk up behind her that alerted her to another's presence. The Nightingale glanced briefly at the board bearing the horses names, before making an attempt to answer who had joined her. "A rare treat indeed. The races seem to be one of the few places I've seen where young ladies and gentlemen can mix freely without too much need to sit on ceremony by way of chaperones. It's a rather refreshing change, yet it's something we consider normal and when you think of it like that it's kind of amusing.", she replied before turning around to see just who joined her by the railing.

Nyx Bullregard (James Alfonse Nightingale)

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[ohtheyregone]

[;w; I'm currently on a mobile phone, but I'll be back to my computer in about an hour or two if anyone wants to initiate a conversation with Charlotte, or something. C:]

[Doctor-Owen-Harper]

Jiaan Pellaeion (Jayge)
Jiaan leaned against the rail of the highest box at the track and held his binoculars up to his eyes as he watched the horses finish the race. He allowed a broad grin to play across his face as he saw the horse he had chosen to bet on had placed first. Of course any real satisfaction he might have gottne from the win was dampened by two facts, the frist being that he hadn't won using money he was earning but rather a salery provided to make sure he fit in and the second being he needed to report back to the rebels before their meeting completely closed off.

He reset the focus on the binoculars so he could scan the lower levels of seating and track any emotions wandering through out the stands, the race track was a populaire distination for emotions of any age, the pointless and risky spending of money appeared to appeal to them for reason beyond Jiaan understanding.

He let go of the binoculars as he stepped back from the rail, letting them hit his chest as he turned on a heel and begain to make his way down to the bet placing booth, he adopted the casual jog of a man in a hurry to collect his winnings and then waste them on another foolish bet.
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Jarroth Jomeral (Jaro)
Jarroth smiled as he approached two young woman, he wore a fedora perched jautily on his head with a long feather he had picked up somewhere stuck in the brim. He had a half empty glass of champagne in his hand and it was far from the first he had comsummed that evening. He had come to the races along with some of his friends with the intentions of placing a few bets and making some spare change to finance a later scheme but had found himself unable to sit still or focus for long enough to actually pay attention to a race.

Instead he allowed his friends to place the bets while he wandered and snagged unattented drinks, the second would account for the slightest spinning of the area whenever he turned his head and the slight stagger that followed the motion. "Hello" he said, giving the girl in a short sky blue dress a smile. she seemed slightly familiar, even if she clearly wasn't a part of his group. The girls where out bying some form of clear alcohol, mostly tasteless, for the trick he was planing for that night.
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Shazzar Ave (Bonnie)
Shazzar wandered the abandoned parts of the city, she had been informed of reports of the gouverment loosing their ammunitions in the area which likely meant rebel activity in the general area. that was why she wore a beige baggy shirt that fell to her knees, her legs where cover by slightly torn black tights, the only sign of the outfit she wore under the baggy over shirt.

She moved slowly, her head down but her eyes flickering around as she glanced over thr area, looking for signs of intelligent, non chip induced activities. She muttered under her breath as she shambled along, wincing every time a rock wormed it's slow way into her shoes to stab her foot. She knew the rebels sympathized with the emotionless, something in her mind was a waste of their emotions, and if she looked like some one who had been the result of a chip test gone wrong she might be able to get into their new base.

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Edel smiled at the spontaneous and direct manner in which the girl had answered her question: it was pleasantly amusing to see one speaking up to say their mind before even turning around to identify their interlocutor. She allowed herself a second to find an appropriate reply to the Nightingale's comment. The scarlet her lips bore seemed to magnify their movement of stretching above the chin while she mused, her eyes gracefully remaining upon the now empty track. "You're right," she said tranquilly, "It's quite amusing. Our rules and standards make little rational sense really, despite the fervor with which we follow them. I'm afraid that like many things, they are formed on a long gone past that we continue to follow nonetheless, out of a mere fear of change, surely." She marked a pause and laughed a small huff out of her nose before continuing. "Not that these questions are for us to address of course..." Her lashed lifted and freed her gaze for it to pivot towards the titanic screen that dominated the stadium. "Oh my," she remarked in the same leisurely manner, raising her cup of rosé champaign. "It seems Mr.Everett and I aren't too bad at this after all!"

Edel had just finished her sentence when a happily drunken greeting was voiced behind the two ladies. Jarroth Jomeral —who'd uttered the polite greeting— stood atop the terrace for both girls to see, a feathered and perky fedora balanced on his head and a slightly intoxicated haze in his heterochromatic eyes, just for good measure. "Good afternoon Jarroth," the young Mardavet returned affably. "Are you and your friends enjoying the race?" Her gaze gathered at her eye's corner under a purple cover of shade and spotted the lipstick stain on the side of the young man's glass. A playful smile unfurled along her lips. "A simple glance at a glass of alcohol can already say much about its owner, it seems... I imagine one must learn quite a bit if they're sipping from it."

 

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[wolfrunner]

Marina Anne Nightingale
"It's quite amusing. Our rules and standards make little rational sense really, despite the fervor with which we follow them. I'm afraid that like many things, they are formed on a long gone past that we continue to follow nonetheless, out of a mere fear of change, surely. Not that these questions are for us to address of course..." "Fear of change. If something goes against our comfortable life styles we automatically fear it for why should something so good change? Why trade something like this event and our homes for uncertainty? Still I have to admit that I'm just like any other person and fear change for that same reason, so I really have no room to accuse others I suppose.", said Marina, "Me and my imagination getting ahead of me. Oh well." When she heard a man's voice addressing them and footsteps stopping behind, Marina looked away from Edel to their new companion. The brown haired teenager blinked at the young man having a small sense of recollection but not very much flash through her thoughts. "Hello.", Marina returned the greeting before looking between Edel and Jarroth, "May we help you Sir?"

Nyx Bullregard (James Alfonse Nightingale)

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[~Erica~]

NATASA ᎧPAL ᏔEST

Natasa rolled her eyes at him as Erabos pointed out her own transgression, but inwardly she knew he was right. Even if she felt it hadn't been as bad as what he had done, it still hadn't been very nice. Of course, she would never admit to it, particularly not to him.

"Well there is a difference between my harmless teasing and your way of making fun." She pointed out narrowing her eyes at him. "Not to mention you're 'joke' was hardly the least bit funny, it was rude and mean. In fact I'd say it was even bullying." As Nat spoke her gesticulations grew into angrier ones even though her voice stayed calm and level. The light breeze that slipped through the edges of the windows and curled its way through her hair, fluffing it up to the point that she looked like an angry cat with its fur sticking up on end.

"I'm sure you're right about that at least, no one wants to listen to your type of jokes." She agreed with a deceptively amicable smile, crossing her arms once more. The emotionless way Erabos acted aggravated her to no end, particularly because she felt they could have perhaps been friends. He, like her, understood what it was like to have been chipped. The strange inability to feel anything and the constant fear that clogged all the senses with it's dark, oppressive mire.

(Ohtheyregone, I can have Lia come talk to her if you want?)