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The city is divided up into 6 districts which have different living conditions proportionate to the overall wealth of the residents. District 6 usually has the poorest living conditions, while 1 has the best, with large homes and well kept streets. Where each person is place depends on their income, which can be a result of working in the city, a source of money outside the city like family, or in rare cases, companies will give support to a resident that they see potential in, thus funding everything they do.
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Owen smirked as the charges were read off, knowing that he wouldn't be placed in jail for all the, what he would call, minor charges. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and began to breathe in the deadly fumes of the smoke. His smirk turned into a grin when Stars's glare became filled with more anger, and placed his hand on the pummel of his sword. Stars paled when he did this, and began to shuffle his papers nervously, not wanting to start a fight with a berserker.
Sighing heavily, and pouting slightly from Stars's nervousness, Owen went back to sucking on the deadly fumes of his cigarette. "I wish you would stop smoking, Owen," Stars muttered, "They'll kill you in the end." He glared at the sergent, making him flinch visibly. "Stars, you know how I need something to keep me calm. This is it, even if it will lead me to a pair of iron lungs." They shared a small laugh, already knowing that the sergent has a pair of mechanical lungs from 20 years of smoking.
Stars cleared his voice suddenly, bringing out a manilla envelope with a large red 'CLASSEFIED' stamp on the front, and passed it to Owen. "Whats this," he asked, looking at his sergent and the envelope. He tore into it and grimaced at the papers. The image of a girl glared up at him, making him smirk. He raised an eyebrow, "Win-Tech?" The sergent merely nodded, his arms crossed over his chest. "And what is my assignment this time?"
"Protection detail. Her address and school is in the file. We have already contacted the school, and they've agreed to allow you, and your sword, entrance to their grounds. However," he raised a finger, "you must keep the sword in its sheath, unless you, or your charge, are mortally threatened, understand?"
Owen glared and grunted his affirmation, and waved his hand at Stars. "Aye," was all he said, as he took up his sword, the papers, and left the building. Once outside, he grimaced, openly disgusted as he stared down at the papers. "Great," he grumbled, "Babysitting."
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Walking relaxedly down the street towards the office building in which he worked, Alexander idly sent a few illusions flittering down across the street, simple butterflies and a cougar rushing down the street. With a nod towards the man who had challenged him to a combat yesterday, Alexander brought four copies of himself around him, each making slightly different motions at different times, providing slight confusion as to which was the real physical Alexander.
*Should be another boring day, perhaps I should fight somebody today, mess around with my rank a bit to see what it's like. I'll flip a coin during lunch.* Alexander reached his building and sighed dejectedly at the boring turn his life had taken.
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He shoved his bed sheets to the side and swung his legs over the edge of his mattress. His left leg made him groan. The skin was gone from his ankle up to his mid-thigh, and the muscle around his knee was wasn’t there, revealing the bone of his patella and where the thigh and calf bones connected behind it. He stood up gingerly and his leg seemed able to handle his weight just fine, and then made his way to the window to open it. Some of the butterflies fluttered out, though most stayed within his room.
It didn’t take him long to shower, brush his teeth, get dressed, and cook himself breakfast. The lunch he made last night went into his side bag with a few notebooks and a text book. Altan hooked the bag over his shoulder, shoveled his eggs, hash browns, and toast onto a paper plate, and headed out the door.
The residents of the dorm were used to seeing Altan walk and eat. He rarely woke up early enough to eat at home. He nodded at the few people he saw; this dorm held students of roughly the same rank, so no one of better rank would bully those of lesser rank. That didn’t mean there weren’t fights: the students knew that everyone around them was close to their skill level and ranks were changing all the time. Altan himself didn’t seek to improve his rank – he found that while it fluctuated he generally stayed in the same area. His sponsor didn’t care about where he was in the hierarchy, and he found that a lot more fights were picked with him if he improved his rank.
As the last bite of eggs went into his mouth he folded up the paper plate and dumped it into one of the trashcans in front of the school. He had gotten there earlier than normal – the school bell hadn’t rung yet. Kids – mostly younger than him – were rushing through the hallways to their classes, scared of the punishment if they were late.
Altan sat down at his desk just as the bell rang, pleased that he had made it on time. A gold butterfly landed on the desk of the girl next to him. She glanced at it, then shooed it away gently. After he watched the insect for a moment he reached into his bag to pull out a notebook and a pen, prepared to write notes.
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Making himself invisible, Alexander quietly crept out of his office and slid down the hallway, tucking himself against the wall whenever another person walked by. Alexander had a moment of panic when he got to the elevator and realized that it would look rather odd if the elevator opened by itself so he had to wait for another person to go down. When the elevator doors opened and a secretary from the floor above walked out Alexander breathed a silent thanks to whatever being was currently watching over him. The ride down the elevator was uneventful and as Alex stepped out of his office he smiled and dropped his invisibility, changing the look of his face and clothing to a random office drone as he walked down the street whistling and smiling. Halfway down the block towards his favorite sandwich shop, they accepted cash from him, Alexander felt a headache form. Frowning he shook his head slightly and kept walking, three steps later Alexander was floored by a more intense pain than any he had ever felt. Shrieking incoherently Alexander fell to the floor writing in pain, he completely lost control of his powers and random spots of light flashed around him, just before he blacked out Alexander felt his illusions drop completely revealing his drab grey suit, discolored hair, and the scar that ran across his mouth from cheek to cheek.
Alexander came to and looked about with bleary eyes, wondering what had happened. The last thing he remembered was pain and now he was in a room with a white ceiling dressed in a hospital gown. Reaching up to touch his head, Alexander felt linen cloth wrapped around his head and moving felt incredibly painful. Gritting his teeth, Alexander slowly sat up and looked at the other in the room, all of them in similar condition and dresses the same way.
*oh, this sucks..* Alexander thought to himself, hoping he hadn't pissed somebody off.
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A bright light exploded behind his eyes and he gasped, grabbing at his face and forehead as the pain intensified. It felt like a knife was slowly being driven into the side of his head – a migraine but a million times worse. The girl beside him was writhing but making no sound. Screaming started around him, and it wasn’t until his throat was raw that he realized he was one of the voices. His butterflies danced along the ceiling, more agitated than he had ever seen them. One exploded in a flash of brilliant light, leaving those who witnessed it blind as if they had been staring at the sun. Acid blood splattered on the students unfortunately placed under the butterfly, and then it was just a cacophony of screams, shouts, chairs being pushed back and toppled over, explosions, odd ‘whooshing’ sounds that Altan couldn’t place. The teacher was shouting for order and trying to herd the students outside. In the doorway he paused to look back at Altan and the other three students on the floor, still screaming and crying, then stepped out and closed the door gently behind him.
Altan awoke with a throbbing inside his head, like a night after drinking too much. He rolled over and reached up to pull his pillow over his face only to find that there was no pillow. He slit one eye open and his heart skipped a beat, much like it does when you miss a step on the stairs. Painfully he opened both eyes, seeing only white walls and ceilings. A girl he didn’t know was lying across from him on a type of gurney, wearing a hospital dress with bandages around her head. They were stained red, but it didn’t look like it was still bleeding. He assumed he was in a similar condition and after a moment of focusing he realized that he was, in fact, wearing a dress.
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Bored by the main areas of campus she started looking around the more deserted areas. Blinking she raised an eyebrow as she noticed two girls. A before class fight? It wasn't as if it was uncommon but it still wasn't the usual. Intrigued she minimized to just the one view of it. She vaguely recognized one of the girls as a high ranking one but the other one she didn't.
Watching as the confrontation continued Marie watched with a passive interest, the school didn't encourage fighting but it wasn't like she was about to leap to her feet telling one of the faculty about it. Unless they wanted to start paying her to do that. Like that was ever going to happen.
Snapping out of thought as a strange thing happened on the screen, the girls were collapsing. What was going on? A blast of pain struck through Marie's skull straight into the bone as she closed her eyes clutching her head. 'Just like the other girls,' was her last thought as hit the classroom floor.
'Where am I?' Marie could feel machines buzzing around her, wherever she was there was a lot of machines, it almost felt like there was a cot around her. Slowly opening her eyes the room was blurred with bright lights and incoherent images. the outline looked somewhat like a hospital. Feeling around on her face she noticed her glasses weren't on. She also felt bandages around her head. Looking at a bedside table she placed her glasses back on her face and noticed she was in a hospital gown. What had happened? And who were the people in the beds next to her?
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"Computer," a blip was heard in response to his call, "Directions to Sector Five High School. In search of Marie Bremen" Another blip was heard, and his eyes were given several possible routes. Unfortunately, they were all ground and air levels. Clutching the bridge of his nose, Owen sighed and stated, "By roof top, Computer." He heard what sounded like an appologetic blip in response, and saw another path open up for him to follow. Thanking the computer, and committing the path to memory, he squatted down to the ground, and felt his energy sky rocket.
Something was wrong, but Owen didn't seem to register it before it was too late. Plain blossomed through out his skull, making him fall onto his back. He screamed a beastial scream, and clutched his skull. He felt his entire body writhe, contorting into different shapes, and his eyes glazed red. His fists pound into the roof, crumbling it into dust. He knew something was not right when he failed to fall with the building. Closing his eyes, his hands gripped metal bars, and felt them bend under his touch.
'Metal bars?' His eyes popped open, and instantly regreted it. White light greeted him, blasting his eyes with it's brilliance. He hissed silently, smashing his eyes shut, and turned into his pillow. 'Pillow?' His right eye squinted open, and he saw a white pillow, along with warped metal bars along the side of his-bed? Slowly, steadily, he pushed himself up and stared about the white room, squinting slightly. 'Hatred,' he thought to himself, as he could barely see anything more than a few feet in front of him, as the rest of the-room?- was enveloped in a white haze. "Hello?" He called out in a hoarse whisper, "Is anyone there?"
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*Well... This certainly sucks. I wonder what they meant by quarantine, and how many more people will be guarding this place? I'm pretty sure at least somebody will be able to see through my illusions, it would be incredibly silly of them to expect me to stay in one place against my will so they definitely have somebody to keep me inside, maybe one of my new room-mates can help.
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"--sorry and want me to take your gun? Oh how sweet of you" A man bent down over the body of another. Altan guessed the man on the floor wasn't a patient, considering he wasn't wearing a dress. The man went on "One bullet missing, I guess for the dead kid on the floor. Still better than nothing, now to find a way to deal with this farking headache. Oh yeah, hey um... little girl! where you at?"
Altan looked around and didn't see anyone respond, though others lay on the tables around them. Maybe the man was crazy? He stood up gingerly,wiggling his toes and fingers. "Whats going on?"
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"If we're going to go out there, we at least need a plan. Any bright ideas, wise guy?"
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He tried to think back to what had happened before he had woken up here. He had been flirting with the girl next to him in class, and then… nothing.
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