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test drive meme #001




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☠ faq ▪ taken ▪ reserves ▪ applications ▪ housing ▪ setting ☠

→ Arrival

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.

The New Founding Fathers have assessed our Annual Purge laws and adjusted them to allow for this unwanted change. In a three month cycle, all citizens will celebrate a time of peace, preparation, and purge. All previous Purge Night guidelines still apply. This will continue until the Nation is no longer in an economic collapse and rising social unrest has been quelled. Blessed Be the Founding Fathers. Blessed Be the Addend.

Each of you must choose. To the left is those who support and will participate in the purge and to the right is those who do not; pro-purge and anti-purge respectively. This warehouse is the only neutral zone in the city, except during Purge Night. Blessed be America, a nation reborn.

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.

→ Advertising is a Purger’s Right

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.

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[personal profile] skaikru 2017-05-03 10:20 am (UTC)(link)
( the tinted back windows throw the outside into a sort of dusk, make it hard to focus on the world outside as the engine purrs to life and the wheels start to roll. it's disconcerting, feels like they're being frogmarched like prisoners, despite having to agreed to play along; and while no child born and raised in the cramped confines of the ark could claim claustrophobia, the air in the back of the limo is heavy enough to make clarke want to break a window in order to breathe. to tell the actual colors of the buildings and shop signs they're peeling past.

pressing as far against the car paneling as she can and trying her hardest to disconnect with people isn't enough in such close quarters. not when her sullen neighbor she'd tried to avoid half heartedly can all but whisper in her hear without moving his head. one would think with the extravagance of limousines, they could have at least gotten a few more so tempers didn't raise and no one preemptively "purged" out of desperation for a little elbow room. but their benevolent hosts had lacked that foresight, and when clarke turns her gaze from the window to look him dead in eye for the first time, they're left at an alarming proximity.

too close. he can see the several different shades the crescent bruise under her right eye has become in the stages of heeling. the remnants of red hair dye on the baby blonde hairs under her ears. the hot, angry tears that are swimming across her eyes but refusing to fall just yet. )

I need to go home. ( actual. simple. absolutely desperate under a quickly cracking veneer of composure, and preemptively defensive. yanno, like one would be when justifying their willingness to kill random people for a one way ticket back to a war zone.

it's the only reason she has; a good one that still doesn't sound good enough when voiced aloud. )
Edited (i can do simple code whoops) 2017-05-03 11:01 (UTC)
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[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-03 03:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[He looks at her face, eyes unwavering. He wonders what she sees - the anger swirling in the blue of his irises, or something else, the fear he won't admit to, the uncertainty in the tightness of his smile, pretender pretender pretender. He doesn't know, but after a moment, he turns his eyes back towards the front seat. He's not one to look away first, usually, but there's no challenge here - the challenge is outside, in the purge and the violence thrust into their hands.

He looks down at his own, the fingers of a dreamer. Soft. He can fight, but he doesn't have the calluses to prove it. He has the gas, inside his belly, sloshing with every step he takes, coating his insides, but he doesn't have the match to light it up.

He doesn't know if he can do this, and even less when he looks at someone like her, with her wild hair and the wild look in her eyes. The determination there. She's a caged animal that will do anything to get out. She reminds him of Chainsaw.]

We all do. [He replies through gritted teeth, pointedly not looking at her now. It's obvious in the tone of her voice that it means she'll do whatever it takes. Ronan wishes he could be the same. His jaw clenches again, the muscle jumping. If she's willing to do anything, she might be a good ally to have.] Look. You help me, I'll help you.
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[personal profile] skaikru 2017-05-03 11:14 pm (UTC)(link)
( this is how war worked — war because isn't that sort of what they've been pushed into? corralled like foot soldiers and told to choose who they'd fight for, who they'd steal, kill, and maim for; war because all of them are undoubtedly fighting for something, from going home to just staying alive — pick a side and strike up tentative allegiances, because you never knew when you needed someone to pick you up and administer basic first aid, or stab you in the back. that's how it'd been back home, trust given out warily, forming long standing friendships and then inevitable, bitter heartbreak.

still, on the list of things she'd expected to next hear out of his mouth, silence had been the top runner. another useless barb at her appearance close in second place. that offer? not even a contender, and clarke's face melts into confusion. almost unpleasant surprise. )

I don't know you.
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[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-04 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Like it fucking matters?

[He swallows hard, bitterness and bile and terrible, dark words that would help nothing. She needs to go home, but so does he; he has no idea about Matthew's state right now - is he asleep without Ronan around to dream life into him? His nostrils flare, as he turns towards her again, his fingers digging into his knees, this side of painful. A reminder he's alive. He's alive, so Matthew should be.]

I'm not asking you to trust me. But I gain nothing going against you. Do you think you'll gain anything going against me?

[Maybe she does. But if her ultimate goal is home, home, then they would be better allies than they would be enemies. Ronan closes his eyes for a second, just lets the memory of the Barns wash over him, green grass and placid cows, lit up flowers and socked feet stomping up and down stairs; Adam - before he blinks, teeth hurting with how hard he's gritting them.]

We both want the same thing.
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[personal profile] skaikru 2017-05-05 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
( peace of mind, clarke almost says. because just as she might remind him of a dream raven, he reminds her of several unsavory characters she's met in the past. those clean clothes, those shiny shoes echo haunting memories of the mountain men's bunker, where they'd strung her friends up to bleed. the glimpse of danger in his eyes, sharp and recognizable in its unpredictability, calls to mind john murphy; she'd seen him hanged and hadn't tried hard enough to prevent from turning into a dangerous liability.

but that barely controlled anger is familiar.

(that fear, too.)

and perhaps the scariest part of clarke griffin, beyond her current, war torn appearance, is just how much she cares. for her family, for her friends; for the rather broken young people that tend to swarm around her knees and clamor to be protected. it's not so hard to blink a few times, and see him as one of them. and misgivings aside, she will always hold a candle of sympathy for anyone sent anywhere just to kill or die. that tight pinch in her face relaxes a little, like she's seeing and relating to him for the first time as something real, a person. even if he's no longer staring her in the face, he can hear her voice soften, no longer choked on the desperation swarming all her senses. )

It's still a little early to start making alliances before we know what's fully expected of us.

( but even murphy had surprised her. he'd cut down her mother's noose. and tentative introductions did not a blood pact make, so there really wasn't any harm. )

But my name's Clarke.
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[personal profile] fiachdubh 2017-05-08 10:36 am (UTC)(link)
[Better to make alliances now than when it's too late, when they have weapons in their hands and fucked up ideas in their heads. The car's going too slow, but to Ronan, it feels like it's going miles and miles over the speed limit, or maybe it's the thunderous crash of his heart against his ribcage with every beat. He knows - he knows how hard it is to trust. He doesn't trust Clarke, even after she gives him her name, and he knows he won't, not for a long time. He's different now, different from the Ronan he was a few years ago, the boy that trust easier, smiled easier, loved easier. Now he's fractured, and fills the empty spaces in his soul with anger and violence. It's easier to hate people than to try and trust them.

But Clarke felt like someone useful. He wasn't about to start telling her his secrets and how his help could be invaluable to her if she wanted it, but he could be perfectly fucking civil.]

Ronan. [He doesn't say it's nice to meet you, because he's not a liar.]

I think we know enough. You expect many more tricks?
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[personal profile] skaikru 2017-05-08 10:45 am (UTC)(link)
( it isn't a nice way to meet. who knows, another place, another time, maybe they could have been fast friends. or faster enemies.

in her imperfect but right world, they never would have met at all. )

Who knows. Maybe we have to kill each other first.

( she doesn't gesture, but means the occupants of their limo, and the one or two trailing behind it. all of them, every one who choose the same door; maybe the next step was to be dropped off in some sort of gladiator arena and be forced to fight to the death to prove they were worthy of participating in this game. she hadn't taken a single word of that chancellors speech to heart, found all of the explanation wanting. and fully expected another curveball to be thrown at them — and soon.

nothing in life had been as simple and straight forward as this. not in a long, long time. )
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