Setting
There are rooms, restaurants, and pools. It resembles a hotel resort to make you feel comfortable.
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Multichrome Village is a part of 
Central USA.
3 Characters Here
Camilla Carter [2] "God! Are you blind? You honestly think a couple of shit-ass laws will make people think differently about us? Look again, fairy girl. Your cutesy princess smile ain't making them look at us with disgust any fuckin' less."
Luke Lockwood [1] "Life's like a pencil; it needs a point. But seriously, it kinda does."
Andy Reicher [1] "Fight not with your fists, but with the power of words."
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Unlike many, Camilla had possibly been one to rise with the sun, or rather, take the rising sun as an indication that another all-nighter had successfully passed. Blocking a massive yawn with her hand from prying eyes – Not that there would be any. – The red-haired girl took a second glance at what had kept her up throughout the starry night.
A project for the Software Development course she had been taking for the sake of alleviating boredom. She found herself getting quite skilled at it, and 'enjoying' it. As much as Camilla could enjoy anything, anyway.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
The girl growled under another barrage of yawns, a charming word to greet this sunny morning. Limping like one of those Hollywood zombies, restless eyes tried their hardest to coordinate Camilla to the bathroom. The girl seemingly effected by the lack of a proper eight hour sleep, stepped into the shower, turning the knobs as the shower head sprinkled a wave of transparent liquid on the girl's face. First cold, then, gently growing in heat.
After going through the usual routine of washing, drying and 'looking presentable', Camilla hurried to her wardrobe, pale fingers gently sliding across perfectly aligned matches of clothes that the girl thought fit well together in the whole picture. Nodding, Camilla tugged out a pair of navy blue jeans, a black tee-shirt with some random print and a broken white sweater. After that brief hassle, the girl ran through her usual accessories, gloves, earrings, and what have you. Goggles?
Well, that was pretty much a staple of Camilla, wasn't it? Plain metallic goggles with neon-green glasses that were partially obscured with a black, cheery skull print. Not practical in the least, but a fun little accessory. Or so the red-haired girl thought.
Glancing at the mirror to assure every strand of crimson-red hair was combed until no curl was left to spot, Camilla approached her laptop, hastily pressing the Ctrl and S button simultaneously to save her work-in-progress application and then unplugging the device from the sole outlet in the room before tossing it in its respective bag that was now slung across Camilla's torso.
Deciding that the best route to take for the morning was to head downstairs and probably just crash the poolside or something. Not that was anything or anyone to crash, considering it was still early as all fuck.
And, lo and behold! It bloody was. Well, perfect, that meant less prying eyes of people curiously glaring at what you're doing.
Seating herself at one of the end row of plastic table and chair sets that surrounded the terrace area of the pool, Camilla, again, opened her laptop for some project progress. Though, not before flipping a cigarette out of its package that the girl always carried in one of the pockets on her sweater – If there were any – and lighting it as the butt rested on her lower lip. Exhaling the first cloud of smoke, Camilla resumed her project, typing line after line undisturbed.
A project for the Software Development course she had been taking for the sake of alleviating boredom. She found herself getting quite skilled at it, and 'enjoying' it. As much as Camilla could enjoy anything, anyway.
“Fuuuuuuck.”
The girl growled under another barrage of yawns, a charming word to greet this sunny morning. Limping like one of those Hollywood zombies, restless eyes tried their hardest to coordinate Camilla to the bathroom. The girl seemingly effected by the lack of a proper eight hour sleep, stepped into the shower, turning the knobs as the shower head sprinkled a wave of transparent liquid on the girl's face. First cold, then, gently growing in heat.
After going through the usual routine of washing, drying and 'looking presentable', Camilla hurried to her wardrobe, pale fingers gently sliding across perfectly aligned matches of clothes that the girl thought fit well together in the whole picture. Nodding, Camilla tugged out a pair of navy blue jeans, a black tee-shirt with some random print and a broken white sweater. After that brief hassle, the girl ran through her usual accessories, gloves, earrings, and what have you. Goggles?
Well, that was pretty much a staple of Camilla, wasn't it? Plain metallic goggles with neon-green glasses that were partially obscured with a black, cheery skull print. Not practical in the least, but a fun little accessory. Or so the red-haired girl thought.
Glancing at the mirror to assure every strand of crimson-red hair was combed until no curl was left to spot, Camilla approached her laptop, hastily pressing the Ctrl and S button simultaneously to save her work-in-progress application and then unplugging the device from the sole outlet in the room before tossing it in its respective bag that was now slung across Camilla's torso.
Deciding that the best route to take for the morning was to head downstairs and probably just crash the poolside or something. Not that was anything or anyone to crash, considering it was still early as all fuck.
And, lo and behold! It bloody was. Well, perfect, that meant less prying eyes of people curiously glaring at what you're doing.
Seating herself at one of the end row of plastic table and chair sets that surrounded the terrace area of the pool, Camilla, again, opened her laptop for some project progress. Though, not before flipping a cigarette out of its package that the girl always carried in one of the pockets on her sweater – If there were any – and lighting it as the butt rested on her lower lip. Exhaling the first cloud of smoke, Camilla resumed her project, typing line after line undisturbed.
Before Andy knew it, the time came to get ready for school. He saved his history paper and slid his laptop into his backpack, putting on his clothes quickly. If he hurried he'd have time to get breakfast. Not that he could ever eat much. Sometimes he just skipped breakfast all together. Instead of carefully reviewing his appearance, he took a glance in the mirror and ran his fingers through his long, unruly hair, deciding that was good enough.
Andy left his room and made his way down to the central pool area. From there he went to the cafe and grabbed a banana and a cup of coffee. Usually if he ate anything for breakfast, it would be along those lines. He nodded hello to a redhead girl he knew as Camilla. He didn't know her well, since neither of them had been here in the village long. But they both went to the university and he didn't have a personal problem with her so far. He knew enough about her don't-care attitude, which he supposed some Multichromes needed to move past their dark histories. Andy didn't exactly have the same mentality, but he understood.
Besides wanting to make friends, Andy wanted to create a sort of alliance. If he was going to get anywhere in this world with his plans of uniting the normals and the Multichromes, he couldn't do it alone. He needed the ideas and creativity of others. He wanted to find some open-minded normal kids at the university to help create that alliance.
Andy didn't want to live in the shadow of the normal humans anymore, especially since the Trials were over with, and he knew that the other Multichromes didn't either. But a lot of them weren't willing to try and cooperate with the normals. Convincing his kind to do just that would be, in Andy's opinion, the toughest part of it all.
Andy left his room and made his way down to the central pool area. From there he went to the cafe and grabbed a banana and a cup of coffee. Usually if he ate anything for breakfast, it would be along those lines. He nodded hello to a redhead girl he knew as Camilla. He didn't know her well, since neither of them had been here in the village long. But they both went to the university and he didn't have a personal problem with her so far. He knew enough about her don't-care attitude, which he supposed some Multichromes needed to move past their dark histories. Andy didn't exactly have the same mentality, but he understood.
Besides wanting to make friends, Andy wanted to create a sort of alliance. If he was going to get anywhere in this world with his plans of uniting the normals and the Multichromes, he couldn't do it alone. He needed the ideas and creativity of others. He wanted to find some open-minded normal kids at the university to help create that alliance.
Andy didn't want to live in the shadow of the normal humans anymore, especially since the Trials were over with, and he knew that the other Multichromes didn't either. But a lot of them weren't willing to try and cooperate with the normals. Convincing his kind to do just that would be, in Andy's opinion, the toughest part of it all.
As far as Luke knew, he was going to be late. This was why he was in such a hurry in getting dressed and ready for the day. Why sleep in late like this? Well, it may or may not have had something to do with the alarm clock he never really got around to fixing or replacing. And maybe also the fact that he went to bed pretty late too, after working on an assignment that was nearly due in.
After grabbing something quick for breakfast, Luke put the assignment in his satchel and headed out the door. However, he decided to check the mail before doing anything else just in case... yep, his dad had sent another letter all the way from scenic [CLASSIFIED]. There wasn't much time for reading it right now, so he put it in the satchel for later. He'd read it during lunch. There would be time then, hopefully. He set off for the university at the kind of pace adopted by those who know that they're going to be late even if they did try running the whole way, so why bother running?
After grabbing something quick for breakfast, Luke put the assignment in his satchel and headed out the door. However, he decided to check the mail before doing anything else just in case... yep, his dad had sent another letter all the way from scenic [CLASSIFIED]. There wasn't much time for reading it right now, so he put it in the satchel for later. He'd read it during lunch. There would be time then, hopefully. He set off for the university at the kind of pace adopted by those who know that they're going to be late even if they did try running the whole way, so why bother running?
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