Setting
You enter a lounge. There is a small front desk to the right with a bored-looking, female, student. There are chairs and a television set to the left. The stairs and elevator up to the residence floors are straight ahead.
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Female Dormitory is a part of 
Camp Good.
She awoke with a start, her heart pounding in her chest. Her forehead was slicked with sweat, and her hair a tangled mess. If someone were to be looking, her eyes might have glowed in the dark. But, her room was quiet and there wasn't a shadow of another person. The thing about being in the "Good Camp," was that they trusted you. "They" being the pompous assholes that came up with this whole thing. But, if it meant she didn't need to deal with roommates, then it was worth it. It made her job that much easier.
Rolling out of her bed, Aimée wiggled her toes in the fuzzy, white carpet. Light was just starting to rise from the mountains beyond, and she yawned loudly out the window. Opening her door slightly, her foot rolled over a crumbled piece of paper on the floor. Unfolding it, she read:
All is well in Hell
Aimée smiled gleefully. Ethan was safe. She hadn't heard from him in a couple weeks, since his last bout in Re-Education. She feared it would finally be the session that broke him, but she should have known better. Nobody could break her twin.
She looked around again, trying to see if there were any other notes left for her. Nothing. Nothing from the Rebellion. It had also been a while since she'd heard from them; her so-called employers. She often scoffed that they were just using her and her team for the grunt work while they sat in comfy chairs and debated about percentages. Not that it would have mattered, anyway. The Rebellion was the only glimpse of hope she'd had since coming to this stupid camp. If it meant devising her own plans and projects to take the system down, then so be it.
Aimée got dressed quickly, the starch uniform itching her skin. Nude was not her color. Just a little longer, then you'll be free, she thought, thinking of her Sorting that rested a year in the future. It seemed far away last week, but this week it seemed much closer. She couldn't decide whether she was happy about it or not.
Sighing, she left her room and made her way down the hall, stopping in front of Alexandra's room. She had no idea whether she was in there or not, but she pulled a piece of paper from her pocket anyway. Swiping a piece of charcoal from the message center at the end of the hall, she scribbled on the note before stuffing it underneath Alexandra's door.
Yellow in the Caf
Yellow for medium-priority, and location. It was a code that she'd tried to get the group to use, but many thought it was too complicated. Hopefully Alex would get the message, and not give her too much grief for it. Sighing again, she left the dorm and began walking in the gloomy morning towards the hot coffee waiting for her.
Bored... Bored... Bored...
Everything was always so boring in Camp 'Good'. No one was doing anything fun and if she tried to deviate a little, everyone would be on her like a hawk. Alexandra couldn't risk being labeled as 'hopeless' and perhaps end up in re-education again or killed off. She was still young, her coming of age day far in advance. But laying low was hard and she was starting to get more and more stir crazy. She even locked away the little lighter she'd managed to steal from one of the guards who enjoyed smoking far too much for his own good. That was technically a good act, right? She stopped him from smoking for a little while. She chuckled at her own rationalization and rolled over on the bed, her blond hair falling around her face as she stared down at the magazine of pretty dresses and hand bags.
She lifted a page but instead of turning it, she ripped it. Slowly. Listening as the page tore with a satisfying shreeek. It was a form of release for her since she couldn't do anything else she wanted to do. She set the page aside and started on the next page, drawing it out once more and enjoyed the sound. She wanted to set the paper on fire and watch it curl as the image distorted slowly, the hypnotizing flame devouring it until it was nothing but ash, the scent of the burn heavy in the air. Her fingers twitched at the thought but she kept her body on the bed. She had more control than that.
Alex was pulled from her revere when she heard something at her door. Her forest green gaze lifted to the paper on the floor and sighed to herself before she closed the magazine and pulled herself up from her bed. She set the magazine orderly on her table and crumbled the two wayward pages before tossing them into the garbage. She picked up the paper at her door then and read the script. She was familiar with the handwriting and easily discerned the sender and the code. A grin twitched at the corner of her lips. This had to be good, or rather, deliciously deviant. It was coded yellow after all. And Aimée always had something fun to share with her, some task to get her mind off things here. She wondered what it was this time.
She rushed to do her hair in a messy bun and put on her plain clothing and checked herself in the mirror. She may be excited to get down to business, but she still had to look good. Whatever this was about, she still lived in this camp and she had appearances to keep. Satisfied with her look, she tore up the paper message till it was unrecognizable and mixed it with the shredded magazine so in case anyone checked the trash, the paper wouldn't be conspicuous. Alex hurried to the cafeteria then and scanned the crowd until her eyes settled on Aimée.
Alex walked over to the food line and grabbed a couple of fruits and made a show of looking for a place to sit before she settled down beside Aimée as if it had been a mere coincidence. She didn't want anyone to be suspicious of her interactions with Aimée after all. "Hey," she greeted. "What's cooking?"
Everything was always so boring in Camp 'Good'. No one was doing anything fun and if she tried to deviate a little, everyone would be on her like a hawk. Alexandra couldn't risk being labeled as 'hopeless' and perhaps end up in re-education again or killed off. She was still young, her coming of age day far in advance. But laying low was hard and she was starting to get more and more stir crazy. She even locked away the little lighter she'd managed to steal from one of the guards who enjoyed smoking far too much for his own good. That was technically a good act, right? She stopped him from smoking for a little while. She chuckled at her own rationalization and rolled over on the bed, her blond hair falling around her face as she stared down at the magazine of pretty dresses and hand bags.
She lifted a page but instead of turning it, she ripped it. Slowly. Listening as the page tore with a satisfying shreeek. It was a form of release for her since she couldn't do anything else she wanted to do. She set the page aside and started on the next page, drawing it out once more and enjoyed the sound. She wanted to set the paper on fire and watch it curl as the image distorted slowly, the hypnotizing flame devouring it until it was nothing but ash, the scent of the burn heavy in the air. Her fingers twitched at the thought but she kept her body on the bed. She had more control than that.
Alex was pulled from her revere when she heard something at her door. Her forest green gaze lifted to the paper on the floor and sighed to herself before she closed the magazine and pulled herself up from her bed. She set the magazine orderly on her table and crumbled the two wayward pages before tossing them into the garbage. She picked up the paper at her door then and read the script. She was familiar with the handwriting and easily discerned the sender and the code. A grin twitched at the corner of her lips. This had to be good, or rather, deliciously deviant. It was coded yellow after all. And Aimée always had something fun to share with her, some task to get her mind off things here. She wondered what it was this time.
She rushed to do her hair in a messy bun and put on her plain clothing and checked herself in the mirror. She may be excited to get down to business, but she still had to look good. Whatever this was about, she still lived in this camp and she had appearances to keep. Satisfied with her look, she tore up the paper message till it was unrecognizable and mixed it with the shredded magazine so in case anyone checked the trash, the paper wouldn't be conspicuous. Alex hurried to the cafeteria then and scanned the crowd until her eyes settled on Aimée.
Alex walked over to the food line and grabbed a couple of fruits and made a show of looking for a place to sit before she settled down beside Aimée as if it had been a mere coincidence. She didn't want anyone to be suspicious of her interactions with Aimée after all. "Hey," she greeted. "What's cooking?"
Kenji was indeed, in the bedroom. He'd gone out earlier that morning to just run as was his usual haunt for the morning. It was a good routine that helped him organize his thoughts and reflect on what was happening around him, among other things. And it was simply calming. Most people were asleep in the early waking morning so he generally was left alone which suited him just fine. That morning in particular he had just needed his own space. The walls were suffocating and the beating he had to give last night was weighing on his mind.
The younger recruit had been so adamant about a fight. Kenji wondered if he had been dared to come up to him. The kid kept getting in his way as he tried to go about his day. He had snapped when the other resident grabbed his arm in an attempt to twist him around. Kenji had had enough at that point and punched him square in the face, making the younger stumble and hit the ground. He'd assumed the fight was over and tried to continue to get away but the guy just hadn't taken the hint and came after him until he got the fight he wanted. He'd left the kid on the ground for his buddies to collect. Kenji was glad none of the guards had been around. It wouldn't have mattered that Kenji hadn't started it. They would have both been punished. Kenji sighed at the thought and shook his head. He wondered if the other 'evil twins' here really like all this fighting and beating or if they were putting up a farce too.
Kenji was just changing into clean clothes after his shower when he heard the thumb at his door. He would have thought nothing of it until he heard the voice outside telling someone to get to the kitchens. He tilted his head to the side and finished pulling on his clothes and opened the door to peak out. Ethan. It would be easy to assume Ethan had tapped his door on accident, but he knew better. Nothing Ethan did was ever on accident. He wondered what was on Ethan's mind this morning and if he'd heard word from the other agents in the rebellion.
Kenji slipped out of his room and headed for the cafeteria then and leaned against the door, watching the guards as they roamed through the lines of people trying to get good spots for when the kitchen opened for business. Other groups were already sitting at tables chatting with their friends. As soon as the guards turned away thanks to a disagreement that was getting louder on the other side of the room, Kenji slipped into the back of the kitchen and easily spotted Ethan. He gave him a nod in acknowledgement. He was pressed against one of the cupboards out of the way and close to the door but out of view of the other workers in the kitchen and any guard that happened to pass by.
The younger recruit had been so adamant about a fight. Kenji wondered if he had been dared to come up to him. The kid kept getting in his way as he tried to go about his day. He had snapped when the other resident grabbed his arm in an attempt to twist him around. Kenji had had enough at that point and punched him square in the face, making the younger stumble and hit the ground. He'd assumed the fight was over and tried to continue to get away but the guy just hadn't taken the hint and came after him until he got the fight he wanted. He'd left the kid on the ground for his buddies to collect. Kenji was glad none of the guards had been around. It wouldn't have mattered that Kenji hadn't started it. They would have both been punished. Kenji sighed at the thought and shook his head. He wondered if the other 'evil twins' here really like all this fighting and beating or if they were putting up a farce too.
Kenji was just changing into clean clothes after his shower when he heard the thumb at his door. He would have thought nothing of it until he heard the voice outside telling someone to get to the kitchens. He tilted his head to the side and finished pulling on his clothes and opened the door to peak out. Ethan. It would be easy to assume Ethan had tapped his door on accident, but he knew better. Nothing Ethan did was ever on accident. He wondered what was on Ethan's mind this morning and if he'd heard word from the other agents in the rebellion.
Kenji slipped out of his room and headed for the cafeteria then and leaned against the door, watching the guards as they roamed through the lines of people trying to get good spots for when the kitchen opened for business. Other groups were already sitting at tables chatting with their friends. As soon as the guards turned away thanks to a disagreement that was getting louder on the other side of the room, Kenji slipped into the back of the kitchen and easily spotted Ethan. He gave him a nod in acknowledgement. He was pressed against one of the cupboards out of the way and close to the door but out of view of the other workers in the kitchen and any guard that happened to pass by.
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