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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. |
Frank Castle | mcu
[Frank Castle isn't shy, and not one to stay silent. To say that he doesn't like the terms set before him is an understatement. As the speeches continue he listens, but it's not long before he stands, marching directly toward the speaker, jabbing a finger already covered in a scab across the knuckles toward the stage.]
What kind of a choice is that, huh?
[His voice is loud, carrying across the warehouse. It doesn't matter who hears. In fact, he hopes everyone hears.]
You think we're gonna march just because you say march? Fuck that, fuck this shit. I'll just stay here with you assholes.
[Amid Frank's protesting are two warnings of caution. He's not done, but three bodyguards force him to be, two holding him down while one lands a series of blows to his face. Once they are finished, he is tossed back into the group. Depending on who looks his way he'll either glare, but say nothing, or inhale loudly, causing a sickening call of attention to his newly bloodied nose.]
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It's a risk to talk to someone that's now viewed as trouble but it's one she's willing to take. ]
Here.
[She pulls off her jacket and starts to remove her plaid button down. It's old and threadbare enough to tear right into, and she works a little off the edge to offer him so he can clean up a little. As she does, her eyes look up at his face. She's very careful not to show him pity because she can guess that he won't like or want it.]
They aren't going to let you stay here. Trust me, I know how these assholes work. You have to choose a side.
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[Frank takes her offering of the cloth, holding it to his nose and bending his head down to further along the clotting process. He's been through the whole injury thing many times before, but never at the hands of something as weird as this.
At her information he simply grunts, not willing to accept it. Though he appreciates her insight, he allows it to roll off his back and attempts to ask something entirely different instead.]
You sure you don't need that?
[After the sleeve is already torn and there's blood on it. Good job, Frank.]
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[That's a lie. Cali doesn't afford new clothes often, and that's with the money her mom brings in. She's never had a job so she doesn't exactly know how work's going to go here. But she was taught to help out with people who need it, and this guy definitely needs help right now. So her shirt can be a little torn up, it's not that big of a deal.]
It's only a shirt. It's not as important as your face.
[She smirks a little, and uses what basic first aid knowledge she has to reach out and look at his face.]
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[He allows her to help anyway, Frank is not about to scare off a well meaning kid. Especially since it seems like allies are of the utmost importance at this stage.]
Broken more bones than I can remember. That's not what I'm worried about. You and some of these others here, you gotta be too young for this shit.
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He steps up beside the man, gaze distant, doing his best not to draw any extra attention to them.]
If you thought that was bad, you should see what they do to people who really piss them off.
[Leo gets the idea here. Strangers taken from all over and forced to participate in the United States' idea of 'personal betterment'. Most weren't going to like that.]
Point is, you might wanna shut the hell up. Keep your head down. Otherwise, best case, they kill you here for mouthing off. Worst case, they wait til Purge Night and do it slowly. Make you watch as they kill your wife and kids first. Get it?
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Five words sting more than any amount of blows ever could. Frank feels sick to his stomach, and for an instant he's transported somewhere else. He can feel a surge rising from his gut to his throat while the world expands around him. He's just one person, sometimes the only one who seems to give a fuck. It's not a sense of defeat, but a realization. None of Frank's resources are here, no connections. In this warehouse he feels further away from his family than he thought was possible.]
Yeah.
[The single word comes through hoarse and unfocused. He's not going to advertise what happened to his family, but the idea of a retaliation towards innocents makes him want to hit back that much harder.
Taking the hint, Frank looks forward without making eye contact.]
So, what, you're just gonna let them bring kids into this and be okay with it?
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We don't have a choice right now.
[No, he didn't want kids involved, but these people involved them. There was at least one under ten he'd seen so far and a couple nowhere near old enough to be able to protect themselves.]
If you try to fight them, you're dead.
[His eyes move to the anti-purge supporters hovering around the door to the right.]
Make your choice and then look for people you can trust. Find a way to fight back then. Level the field first.
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[If this is true, someone with experience could be a valuable resource. He may even have equipment, weapons, and shelter, or at least know how to find them. For now, Frank takes in the information instead of arguing, filtering through several different scenarios in his mind.]
So where are your people?
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However, being right doesn't make watching another man take a beating any easier.
Once Frank is flush with the crowd again, Freddie weaves his way through the huddle towards where the larger, bulkier man was placed. Now the trick is getting this guy's attention without getting him to snap. He decides on a soft, but firm manner of speech. ]
Hey, man.
[ Before another loud breath can be taken, Freddie extends a clean towel from his pocket. Fortunately he hasn't needed to wipe his own brow today-- not yet, anyway. ]
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You sound like you know what you're doing.
[It's both an assessment and an accusation. As Frank holds the towel to his face he wonders if this guy has been through this before. Maybe he was even a plant from these government types to keep people like Frank in line.]
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I've got no goddamn idea.
[ There's no panic in his voice, just a flat delivery laced with some spite towards the powers that be. ]
But I want it to end before it begins.
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[Frank nods his head toward the stage and all that surround it.]
That's a lot to take out without backup. Not to mention those freaks going to the left.
[Because killing everyone is clearly the answer.]
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The snarl with which he says his next words, though, that's a little more open.]
Fuck Washington, huh? [The words sound like weapons, in between his teeth. Hissed like a snake would, coiled tight together and barely audible over the hustle and bustle of the crowd around them. He gives the guy, and his bloody nose, a look.]
Don't make the wrong decision.
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He simply nods at the kid's first statement, holding the tissue to his face. It's the second that elicits a response.]
You already making choices for other people too?
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You don't strike me as the kind of guy who would take it, anyway.
[Just like he wouldn't be, himself.]
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[Frank repositions the tissue, moving it from nose to cheekbone.]
Yeah, I'll make a choice. [When it comes down to it. Frank plans on stretching the time as long as possible just to make the people dictating these new "rules" wait.] Doesn't mean I'm gonna give 'em what they want. [Fuck Washington and all that.]
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Looks like telling them that is a bad idea, though. [He motions to the guy's bloody nose. Subtlety is a difficult art, but one Ronan might have to learn to survive this place.]
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when the guards start to beat him she makes a move to get in between them, she even takes a few steps forward. another guard steps in front of her as if challenging her. sh wants to fight him. except right now that probably isn't going to do any good.
of all the times not to have her canary cry.
the guard seems to smirk at her when she doesn't move, and she glares at him in return. when they're done beating the man and leave him on the ground she makes her way back over to him. ]
So much for giving us a choice.
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[The way he answers is strained, as if speaking is physically painful. For a moment he remains still, catching his breath. After regulating his breathing somewhat, Frank hoists himself up, pushing on the ground with his hands before unfolding his knees. It's not the most fluid way in the world, but it gets the job done.
When he finally stands next to her, Frank offers a wry smile through his blood-covered face.]
I would have kicked him for looking at me like that, but that's just me.
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she raises an eyebrow at him, then glances back at the way the guards had gone. ]
Trust me, I'll be doing a whole lot more than that next time I see him.
[ she pauses and sighs. ] I can't believe they're serious about this.
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[While Frank refuses to accept his situation, the beating was enough to tell him that things are indeed very real here.]
You've probably got the right idea for now. Can't hit back if we're dead. [He shifts his focus, looking at either side of the warehouse.] Know where you're headed?
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Or underequipped. [ what she wouldn't give for her canary cry right now. even her tonfas, or her gun (that was a last resort and this was a probably going to end up being a last resort situation).
she looks from one side of the whatehouse tot he other as well. it really wasn't a question. there was nothing to think about here.]
Yeah. You?
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[If he's not going to say anything to her, Johanna's going to say something to him. She flashes him a grin that's all teeth. The best part is, hers don't have blood smeared on them.]
Now you get to start your day with a few loose teeth, and a few fellows who think you're a troublemaker. Bet that's going to go real well. If I was you, I'd save all that fight for something more constructive.
But I sure am glad I'm not you.
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They'll figure out where everyone stands when they walk out the doors. You think anyone walks out of here without a label?
[Frank spits out the words with his voice, and also with the blood that now lies between their feet.]