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|| Flaws || Bastille ||
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Cress grunted, she was losing a lot of blood, her leg crushed beneath some piece of a car. There was sweat running down her back, the sun heating up the metal around her, making the surface hot to the touch. Cress looked up at the sky, her eyes widening. It was vast and dark, she could see right through the atmosphere to the glittering stars. Was it still nighttime? No, there was a sun in the sky too. An artificial atmosphere? Cress wondered in awe, forgetting about the pain in her body. Then, a girl, she zipped past, slowing to a stop beside Cress. "Have you seen my cousin?" Cress asked as the girl hopped off her bike. "Her name's Ellie." But the child seemed to know nothing, with a flick of her wrist she lifted up the metal trap and freed Cress, picking her up like she was a child. Cress yelped as she was suddenly on the bike and they were zipping through the... Sky? How was this possible? Jet propulsion? No, there was no heat, no jets. Was it a maglev? Using magnets to propel them up so that it looked as though they were floating?
Cress was in awe, attempting to puzzle out what it could be. Ellie was always good at this sort of thing, she would have been able to figure it out in two seconds. "Um, thanks for saving me." Cress blushed, touching a cut on her cheek. She winced, wondering where this doctor could be. They left the junkyard, floating over a city in shambles, put together with bits and bobbles, standing on wobbly stilts with houses stacked up atop one another. It was busy, children in bare feet and scarce clothing diving in and out of hovels, jumping into trashcans, tucking pieces of metal into their waistbands and laughing at one another.
"Ellie isn't a machine, she's my cousin." Cress sighed, great, her rescuer was an idiot. What would a metal sheet do to fix her leg? The bone was crushed, there was no way something like this could heal quickly. Then again, Cress had never seen such technology before. There wasn't a tree in sight, in fact, it was more a sad city of gleaming broken metal and wood. Where were all the plants? The grass, the trees, flower pots, gardens? There was none of that, in fact, the ground looked improvised, stomped down, no doubt unusable as soil.
Cress blinked, she had nearly missed the tiny blonde's introduction. "My name's Crescent," she replied, "Like the moon. Call me Cress though." They stopped in front of one such hovel, a tiny child bundled in a threadbare sweatshirt being pushed out by their mother. Did people really live like this? Cress thought back to the city, even those structures had been sound, albeit some were being squatted in by homeless families. In Sierra Nevada there had never been anything like that, just miles of endless nature and some homes spread few and wide between. This place was cramped and recycled, carts wheeling people up by the load into the clouds, no doubt to levels above. Was there a level below this? Was it even worse? Cress wasn't sure she wanted to find out.
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|| I'm on Top of the World|| Imagine Dragons ||
Shiro followed the Queen back inside, staying quiet as the woman greeted her daughter, giving not so much as a hug. Shiro shifted in her spot as introductions were made and the Queen left. Shiro bowed, "Um, thank you your hi-I mean Princess." She squeaked, knowing she had made a mistake. There was no way to evade it, no place to hide. She waited for a slap, for the shock, the disapproving tone that meant she was going to be punished, but the Princess said she wouldn't do such a thing. "Kind words aren't befitting for a servant," Shiro whispered, wondering if what the Princess said was true, that she wanted Shiro to treat her like a friend. Shiro wasn't allowed to though and she was much more scared of the Queen's wrath. "Are you hungry? Do you want me to get you breakfast?" Which reminded Shiro that she herself had yet to eat. "Or I can run you a bath, anything you need, I'll take care of it. Okay?" She tried to smile, her legs shaking.
It was her first day, Shiro didn't want to mess up already. She tried to take a deep breath to calm down the terrible feeling in her stomach, the butterflies flitting about, ready to burst and spill over and break free. Certainly the Princess wouldn't want to see anything like that, this wasn't the time or place for a meltdown and so Shiro closed her eyes, blue orbs hidden beneath long lashes and opened them again, composing herself.
"You were calling out in your sleep," Shiro said quietly. "Was it a nightmare?" Normally the servants weren't to speak unless spoken to, but Shiro was concerned and the Princess's welfare came before any rules. "Are you in pain? Do you want me to get you the Doctor?"