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purgeooc2017-04-27 01:56 pm
foundingfathers) wrote in purgeooc2017-04-27 01:56 pm
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test drive meme #001
Waking up in the warehouse is extremely uncomfortable. It’s warm, stifling even, and as you open your eyes, you realize two things: you’re somehow standing and you’re not alone. The room is filled with people grouped at its center, and like you, they are blinking into consciousness and wearing similar expressions of confusion and distress. To the left and right there are closed doors, a man and woman at both; their clothing and demeanour are widely different. The left is clearly upper class while the right is lower class. At the top of the room is a stage adorned in red, white, and blue banners with NFFA in block letters so large that it’s visible from the very back. What is the NFFA, you ask? Within minutes, a man that gives off a ‘Republican senator’ vibe steps up to the podium and begins to speak. Blessed be our New Founding Fathers for letting us Purge and cleanse our souls. Blessed be America, a nation reborn. Hello and welcome to the city. After fifteen successful purges, we are at a standstill. The New Founding Fathers have found a way to bring you here to promote a higher response in participation. Annually, for one night, any and all crime is legal, including murder. Everyone has the right to purge, and in doing so, you become the best you that you can be. During peace times, crime is lower than five percent and United States citizens know true harmony. Once he steps down, a woman takes his place and explains further, though in a less formal fashion. Everyone must choose. Pro-purge is anyone that will be actively participating - this means murder, specifically, though all other crimes are still allowed. There will be consequences for anyone who chooses the pro side and then doesn’t purge properly. Anyone who is in full support of the purge and completes three successful purges may go home. Those who choose the anti-purge side, anyone that doesn’t want to kill or believe in the NFFA’s right to purge, are not given this same incentive. All are given time to think it out. They can speak to one another for as long as they need. Any unrest will be not be tolerated. After everyone has chosen, the anti-purge side exit and are picked up in old buses and vans to be taken to old apartment buildings with basic necessities; there is no reception but are told exactly how it is by veteran Purge survivors. They must get a job and earn money to protect themselves during The Purge that cycles every two months. Those who choose the pro-purge side are chauffeured in limousines to fancy hotels with even nicer accommodations and are welcomed with an extravagant party as well as motivation to purge: you have to purge. |
Throughout the year - and especially now that there is a two month period of peace and preparation - all citizens are allowed to advertise their needs as is sanctioned by the United States Government by any means; Craigslist, Twitter, Facebook, Reddit, newspapers, the big screens in Times Square, etc. These advertisements may come in many forms, such as a person looking to pay another (with very specific appearance and background) to allow them to purge them. Payments are legal and binding. The purger might request that they kill, torture, and other various acts—all is legal on Purge Night. Advertisements may be as simple as looking for a partner to purge with or someone to help fortify a house or vehicle. There is no limit to what advertisements may be made. It is the right of every citizen. Blessed be America, a nation reborn. |
elizabeth shaw | prometheus
[ The next time Shaw wakes up, the throbbing pain in her abdomen immediately lets her know this is not a fever dream she had collapsed into. This is all very real. She's not sure how. She was on a ship, as far away from Earth as one could be. Looking down, she's still in her blue spacesuit. No head gear, no feed to David. Just her and these... strangers. People she's never seen before in her life. Her voice cracks, not knowing what the hell is going on. She can't even get it out of her mouth before someone else is speaking.
Elizabeth is sure she might faint, hearing what is said. This is a nightmare. She's traded one nightmare for another. Her legs give way after the little speech, falling onto her knees again. She feels like she might throw up, a hand going to her stomach again. The pain doesn't seem to stop and she's fairly certain at least a few staples have been pulled or torn. Sweat dripping from her face as she takes in deep breaths, trying to compose herself while feeling like she's drowning.
Her father's cross dangles out in front of her face, below her chin. She already knows which side she will pick. Even after the hell she's been through, she will not participate in this. They can't make her. ]
▲ bus ride ▲
[ During the ride, she listens to the other passengers and can't make herself say much. She listens and takes it in, trying to understand the present and what needs to be done. Figuring out how she got here will have to wait until a later time. A hand is still pressed to her stomach, her complexion pale. She needs to get to a hospital but, looking out the window, she has no idea where she is. America but the time is all wrong. It's like she's stepped into the past. Or fallen back in it. God help her.
Eventually, she clears her throat, though her voice is still quite hoarse, and asks the nearest person, ]
Excuse me. Do you know what city this is?
Arrival
[Inga glances down at the woman in vague concern, helmet tucked under her arm. She doesn't kneel or offer to help. If someone is injured enough to show it, then there's usually nothing to be done for it. Her chainmail rattles. Thus far, she's the only one wearing armor - or at least armor in the way that Inga understands it. This place is strange. Who's to say what they might consider proper?
Inga watches the woman.]
I will bury you, if you die.
[She won't. But it's a polite lie.]
arrival!
clinical detachment.
clarke's head aches, her eyes feel raw from tears a world away, and there's a strange sensation in her veins a lot like burning. she's absolutely scared out of her mind, scared for her people back home because there's nothing she can do to save them here, but pushes that all aside. lives in the present and is intent on trying her hardest to help the few she can here, including the young woman on her hands and knees, in the throes of apparent agony. clarke hits the floor so quickly her own knees ache, adding another source of discomfort to this grand scenario they've all found themselves in. but she barely winces, instead reaching out both dirty, black-blood smeared hands to hesitantly fret about until a better diagnosis is made and she can actually do something. )
Hey, what's wrong? Where are you hurt?