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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. |
will bailey | the west wing
[He's had dreams like this before. He's crammed refrigerated leftovers into his mouth too close to bedtime despite Elsie's warnings, and he's woken up in a cold sweat from visions of some radical conservative hellscape.
And her response has always been a too-sweet I told you so, which made him wonder, every time, why he bothered telling her about it in the first place.
He thinks — hopes to God — this is one of those dreams. None of it feels real, until —
Any unrest will not be tolerated.
The rest of it seemed fake. The rest of it seemed like dialogue out of some movie he'd flip past while attempting to watch something other than the news. It seemed like it couldn't possibly be what it was: a very real declaration that the America Will knew had somehow been obliterated while he wasn't looking. What he wouldn't give to hear Elsie say she told him so, right about now. What he wouldn't give to wake up.
His skin crawls, his gut twists, and he plays those six words back over in his head. Just as he's about to start shouting his disgust, someone else does the same, and they wind up face-down on the floor.
Jaw set and skin pale, Will steps over to the right as if pushed there.
And bumps right into someone on the way.
Mechanically:] Sorry.
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You don't have to apologize.
[She sounds a little surprised that he'd bother.]
Do you need any help getting over there? [She nods toward the right side of the room.] You look a little...well, like you're sick.
[She really sucks at being tactful.]
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What I need —
[This he begins to articulate with a vague wave of his hand, then drops it down to his side like it's a useless thing just hanging off of him.]
Is to be back at the White House. No doubt it's been painted in blood by now, though. What's...?
[Will can finish that question, he swears. Just give him a second.]
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If you're a part of the New Founding Fathers, I'm pretty sure you're looking to kill everyone over there.
[She nods over toward the right side, where the anti-purgers are gathering. It's a little judgmental of her but she's young and feels justified with her apprehension.]
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[He follows her nod, glancing briefly at the crowd before looking away again.]
I can barely kill a moth without flinching. Are you kidding me?
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You'll at least have to learn how to defend yourself. No offense, but you're basically a walking target that says "kill me".
[It sounds a little blunt and bratty, but she's trying to be helpful. It's not like she ever killed anyone until this most recent Purge, but she's also not going around saying she's a Democrat that flinches when she kills bugs, either.]
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[The good news for her is that Will can be just as blunt and bratty. Even now, when he looks like he's two seconds away from fainting.]
Seriously, is this for real?
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Of course it's for real. Purges have happened every year since before I was born. Just not like this.
[Worried about these changes and what's going to happen, a little of her armor cracks and shows the facade of her bravery. Her arms wrap around herself and she frowns as she looks over at the right side of the room.]
We're as good as cannon fodder if we go over there.
[But she still starts to head over in that direction anyway.]
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For some reason, being as good as cannon fodder seems preferable to standing in here, alone, while people mill about choosing which edge of the blade to fall on. At least she's someone he can talk to. At least they're of the same mind.]
A lot of things have happened every year since I was born. The Superbowl, the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade, Mardi Gras...
[You know, all things that don't involve legally sanctioned mass murder.]
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[She pauses, looking him over. Maybe he's not that old, so she adds on a very tactful,] Old enough.
[Whatever that's supposed to mean, she doesn't know. She's just talking because she's nervous.]
And from some bizarro land where you've actually been inside the White House and are still willingly following me over to the victim side.
[She guesses she has to respect him for that.]
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I work in the White House.
[Present tense, and spoken with pride.]
I'm the Deputy Communications Director.
[Pause.]
For the President.
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[Whatever version of America he's from, she's starting to get that it isn't the same as what she knows. But then again, things here aren't exactly what she knows either. Everything's just different enough to leave her on edge.]
You'd be a level 10 rank for sure. Then no one would be allowed to touch you. But I'm guessing you'll probably hate the current President. So you might want to look into changing careers.
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[He turns his head like he's about to look over at the other group, the people calling themselves — what was it? Pro-purge? But changes his mind at the last second.
Jesus.]
There's a rank system? How do they — what, like, a socioeconomic thing, or...?
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[She's quick to shut that idea down.]
Government employees are given rankings. It goes from one to fifteen, I think. The more important you are, the higher your rank is. Anyone over a level 10 can't be killed on Purge nights.
[She pauses, frowning.]
But rules are different here. Maybe that is too.
[By now they're standing on the right, and Cali finds a wall to lean up against.]
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Both of which are failing him utterly at the moment.
Where would his father fall on that scale?
He runs a hand through his hair, overwhelmed, and follows Cali's lead: leans against that same wall, keeps his eyes cast downward.]
What's the point?
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whats up nerd
You should take a moment before you decide, I don't think we get to choose twice.
[He looks like he'd be eaten alive. Not that she looks much more suited to surviving some fucked up battle royale, so maybe there's more to him than meets the eye, but still..]
new phone who dis
I don't need a moment.
yes hello this is dog
Maybe not. [Neither did she, but for different reasons.] Still, this is a chance to see who may be attempting to kill you soon.
my fav ♥
[He holds his hands up, a universal thanks but no thanks.
The thing is, he's pretty sure that if he looks at anyone over there, he might throw up.]
C:
Alright. [Gentle, but understanding.] What's your name, sir?
[She looks young enough to maybe get away with a little deference.]
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[Something like a stone lodges itself in his throat, and he nods toward the podium.]
Not this one.
[Never.]
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[The people in power have immunity, always.]
Max Briest, philanthropist, though I'm regretting not staying in the family business.
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He's still wary of her, even more so now.]
Which was...?
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[He's a smart man, he should know what it means.
If they value violence, here, she can make herself valuable.]
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She's not helping him feel any more at ease, that's for damn sure.]
Right or left?