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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. |
Bellamy Blake | The 100
[ The limo ride out of the warehouse is a tense one at least as far as Bellamy Blake is concerned. They're taken out along with a handful of others in one of the nicest vehicles he's ever seen in his life, better than rovers, better than horses, it's technology older than the Ark but more sophisticated. Cleaner, well maintained, free of the ravages of a nuclear apocalypse and the setting-back of humanity. His mouth is set to a grim line as he watches the people around him without the slightest ounce of trust. If they're pro-purge, they're pro murder, and it doesn't matter that he chose that too. He has his reasons, he has his people, and for all he knows the rest of his new acquaintances are just flat-out killers.
Anyone with an eye for it will notice that he's tense, guarded, ready at any moment for one of them to spring at him or make some kind of threat on his life. He's more than ready to retaliate in kind, and evidently not interested in making friends. ]
The Party
[ He circles the room like a swol shark, keeping to the outskirts, studying people and the way they move. These strangers are dangerous, and supposedly his allies, but hell if he's seeing them as such just yet. A logical part of him, the keen survivor in him, knows that he should start some strategic friendship-making, though, and find someone who seems like they'll be a benefit in a few months from now. Someone he can trust not to stab him in the back when the time comes. Guardedly, he'll be looking for anyone who stands out as a potential candidate.
After a while, his stomach starts talking to him. He comes from a place where food isn't nearly so plentiful as this, and although initially he's suspicious of it, people seem to eat it without dropping dead, so. Sure. He's sold. He piles a plate full and picks at it intently, eyes flickering from it to survey the room again intermittently. ]
party time!!!
it's a long moment of stillness; frozen by the main entrance and staring until his instinct kick in, tell him he's being watched, and bellamy meets her gaze. and it's like every other time they've looked at each other while the world was tilting and trying it's best to throw them off. sad and weighted. though in her ribcage, relief starts to win out over dismay. if he's here, they're still in this together; if he's here, it means maybe she made the right choice and walked to the right door.
then the moment breaks. the lead in her legs is gone and clarke doesn't run, but makes a very purposeful beeline through the crowd of fanatics and begrudging abductees. pushes and shoulders and spares no apologies until she's invading his personal space —slamming into him in a hug that's more a desperate need to reaffirm that he's real than any sort of affection. and it's with her chin on his shoulder, a hand fisted in the back of his shirt, and taking in a raggedy breath that sounds like a sob, that clarke can finally whisper the words that have been eating at her since she woke up. ) It didn't work.
( i didn't get into the city of light. i didn't find the kill switch. i didn't shut down alie. )