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Miranda Williams

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a character in “Resistance 2192”, as played by Robbhus

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Miranda Williams

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n i c k n a m e . . . Mira

a g e . . . 18

r o l e . . . Teen Three

h e i g h t . . . 5'6 foot.
w e i g h t . . . 129 lbs.

e t h n i c i t y . . . American

a b i l i t y . . . Electrokinesis: by focusing her mind, Miranda can collect static electricity in an area and release it through her hands to create a sunning effect. The effect is more powerful if there's more static electricity in a radius of ten feet around her, but works perfectly fine with little static electricity in the area as well. Her power with minimal electricity in the area can stun a person for up to five seconds or so, as well as create a lot of pain. If aimed at the heart or back of head, it could kill a person.

Drawback; The more frequently the power is used, the higher the chance of the electricity might hit back on her, damaging her body or paralyzing her for shorter whiles. Also, if there's too much static electricity in the area, the lightning could come in form of bolts with unpredictable patterns, meaning she could end up hurting those around her, friend or enemy.

t a t t o o s / s c a r s . . . Has one long scar going from her left shoulder to right hip with very uneven stings. Has a tattoo around hr left ankle which looks like a fire and goes halfway up her leg.
a p p e a r a n c e . . . Miranda has long and dense blond hair which normally reach about halfway down her back, deep brown eyes, and a overall friendly and charming face, almost making it weird that she wasn't popular among the guys while in school. Moving on, she has a tall and slender figure, not appearing to be as athletic as she is. On her back, she has a long cut from an accident when travelling, badly stitched up so it becomes very obvious if she takes off her shirt.
ImagePersonality~
p e r s o n a l i t y . . . Since she was born, Miranda has always been mute. Never been able to talk to others in a normal way, never able to laugh when something fun or entertaining happened, and never able to scream in pain. Many would look at her and think she is depressed due to her normally quite emotionless face, but in most cases, she's just thoughtful. If she feels angered or hateful towards others, another site of her awakens. Nobody know why (Or know about it for that sake) but when feeling hateful, a more sadistic side awakens. If she really hates somebody, she'd go long ways just to see them cry, to hear their screams, and to see their blood flow.

Normally though, when in a normal state, Miranda would appear as a very laid back and relaxed person with a bad smoking habit. She doesn't stress over much and takes life as it comes. She normally communicates through either the notepad she always carries around, or a computer if there is one avilable. She hates it when people talks like she can't hear them just because she can't speak, it has happened before.
c r u s h . . . TBA
d a n g e r l e v e l . . .(1-10) In her normal state, she wouldn't pass 5. Maybe 4'5-4'5. However, when truly angered, she could reach up around 9.
a s p i r a t i o n s . . . To find someone that understands her, without having to use words to express it.
d o m i n a n t e m o t i o n . . . Silent, calm.
q u i r k s / o d d i t i e s . . . Mute, smoker, sadistic.
s k i l l s . . . Miranda is a very structured person. If she plans something, she'd go through every detail and plan out every alternative route/progression she would be able to think of before executing the plan, regardless of if she's baking a cake or breaking into a bank. (Something that has yet to happen) Other than that, she has strong arms and legs, letting her execute several acrobatic moves, though she prefers not to
f i v e g o o d t r a i t s . . . Friendly, adaptive, supporting, intelligent, structured.
f i v e b a d t r a i t s . . . Smoker, sadistic (at times), bad sympathizer, not very active in conversations, hard to learn more about.
l i k e s
Friendliness.
Sweets.
The idea behind love.
d i s l i k e s
Death.
Those who think she cannot do anything just because she can't talk.
Being backtalked.
s e x u a l i t y . . . Pansexual

Equipment~
a v e r a g e c l o t h i n g . . . A pair of long jeans, preferably a little too long so they have to be folded at the bottom, and a tee-shirt of some kind, normally a very plain one. Along with that, a pair of simple shoes, the most common ones are blue.
k e e p s a k e s . . . A notepad and a pencil with an eraser on the top of it.
w e a p o n . . . Would normally carry around a butterfly knife, but has knowledge when it comes to throwing or using smaller blades in general.

History~
b i o . . . Want to start from the beginning? Alright then! Mira was born mute, something very uncommon due to the lack of diseases and such that could make somebody mute, but still, she became so. Growing up was a hard task when Miranda couldn't talk to anybody. She couldn't write during her first years either, so she had no way to communicate with those around her. Those who approached her quickly got 'bored' of her and left her alone, not knowing how hurt the young girl felt on the inside. Being all alone, Miranda early on learnt how to write and read, a suggestion she got from one of those working at the boarding school. Both to improve academics-vise, and to have a way to communicate with others.

Several years later, Miranda was still alone. No matter how hard she tried, she never managed to make any friends. She was looked at as weird, strange, and so on. At one point, the other kids even started to make fun of her for not being able to reply to anybody without writing, not even thinking that it wasn't her own fault. Feeling more alone than ever, at one point, one of the kids stood up for her and wanted to be her friend. The boy was popular among both genders, between the girls for being handsome and between the boys for being good at sports, and to top it off, because he was good at making friends. The boy's name was Michael and their friendship developed quickly. At one point, Miranda didn't even have to write down anything, he understood everything based on her body language, and it was the greatest feeling ever from Miranda's side. Too bad it wasn't going to last.

Only two weeks after Miranda and Michael got close enough for him to truly understand her, he ended up dying in a car accident while they were walking back from the mall after buying in some new equipment for school. Just based on the way Michael was hit, Miranda already knew that if he wasn't dead, he would die in a very short time. The driver, who came out of the crash without any injuries, tried to apologize and were crying from the mistake he had done, killing the boy. Miranda, who was now almost lying on the ground crying down onto it without any sound at all, returned the favor with hitting the man in the chest before running away, leaving a trail of tears behind her.

When finally graduating high school with top grades, Miranda had enough of the normal life she had mostly been living up until then. Less than a week after Michael died, the bullying had started again and it lasted till the second year of high school before it finally ended because the bullies realized that she didn't react at all to them. Miranda knew the name of the man who killed Michael, and she met him at several occasions later. Her hate for him grew every time she saw him, and at one point, she couldn't hold back all her angry and depressed emotions anymore. A life for a life, wasn't that what they said? She was going to kill him.

Going after him one day equipped with a butterfly knife she stole from a friend of hers, Miranda stalked the man back to where he lived alone, and sneaked inside after him and tied him to a chair with some tape she found in a drawer in the man's home. After covering over his mouth and immobilizing him, the release of her negative emotions started. Stab by stab, cut by cut, Miranda slowly but surely killed the man. She spent over three days with killing him, just to get out all of her anger and depression. When the man finally died, she ran away, only bringing with her some money she stole from him and what little she had of clothing, kept in a simple shoulderbag.
o n e g r e a t e s t f e a r . . . To lose someone she truly liked again.
o n e g r e a t e s t s e c r e t . . . Tortured someone to death over the course of three days.
t h e m e s o n g . . . Chain - Back On (Acoustic version)
o t h e r . . .

So begins...

Miranda Williams's Story

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The morning hours... Mira's worst enemy. The sun was shining through the dirty windows in the tiny flat, forcing Mira to wake up. However, there was no reason to just yet. She was currently without a job, were running out of savings so she could live problem-free, and had problems with getting money from the state despite her handicap, probably because she were considered as a dangerous person. However, it was still unfair to not allow her to live a life like anyone else could. The bed was cozy and warm, just like normally, almost forcing her to remain in it despite the light shining in her face. How dirty the window was really annoyed her, but it was incredibly hard to get it properly cleaned considering she lived in the seventh floor of a building so old it didn't even have a fire ladder. There was one before, but it had become so rusty that one day while she made an attempt to make the windows shine, she had almost fallen down all the way to her death. However, just barely managing to save herself, the fire ladder had been forgotten about, Miranda rather keeping a rope ladder inside of her room, hooked up to the old-fashion radiator.

Over an hour passed before Mira finally managed to force herself out of bed. The curtains did a horrible job in keeping the light out and she would have to get some new ones whenever she got a stable money source. However, considering the window led straight to a back alley, it didn't bother her too much at nighttime. The led-watch on the night-table said that the clock was 11:39 AM. School students were probably having their classes, while those who had already started working were either waking up, sleeping, or working at this very moment. Some were selling unhealthy hot dogs on fuel stations while others were constructing the next big thing, whatever that was. Not much variation in this world whatsoever.

Bread again... Miranda had been eating just plain bread, every once in a while putting some cheap butter on it, for the last two weeks in order to save as much money as possible. There was no avoiding to run out of money, but she could at least try to postpone it for as long as possible. It was incredibly tempting to walk down to the convenience store nearby and buy something good to put on the bread, possibly a soda to variate a bit from the water. It was unhealthy, though at this moment, she wouldn't really mind. At this moment, the only thing varying her diet were probably the one can with tea powder in it. She got it alongside with some money for helping one of the older men in the apartment complex with his finances, which a friend of his always had been helping him with. However, after he passed away a couple months ago, the task had been handed over to Mira, the money being paid under the table to avoid losing any of it to the state. It was enough to live like she did every month, but was it really a life?

After finishing the boring meal, the day turned back to normal. No, it never left what was normal, it was just boring, like normally. She longed for having those around her that understood how hard her situation was for her, both mentally and physically. She longed for someone she could interact with not bothered with having odd conversations filled with misunderstandings and waiting. To most people, it appeared that her opinion wasn't worth anything due to her lack of voice.

Finally, the clock passed 4 PM, and Mira could get dressed. While she stayed at home, she even tried to avoid using clothes too much. She simply couldn't afford washing clothes on a weekly basis. Therefor, she rather kept the apartment warm during the summer by opening the windows. During the winter... She didn't know yet. She would simply have to wait and see how she managed to get through it, if she even had the apartment anymore.

She knocked on the door carefully. It was a library after all, people were probably somewhere, reading a book or whatever. However, lacking the patience she needed to wait for people to arrive, Miranda just stepped inside. She was wearing a pair of simple denim jeans, reaching midway down her legs, met by a pair of brown boots. Thin, overall pretty and looked decently sturdy, even looked pretty clean. On her top, she was wearing a white top, very loose around the shoulders so it almost reached past them. The top was slightly possible to see through, revealing a black bra. In her hands, she was holding a light-brown coat. She stepped inside of the room and closed the door behind her, and walked over yo one of the chairs. She put her coat over the back of it before sitting down in the chair, not saying a word- Well, trying to communicate- at all.

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Elliot had, like all the chefs do, woken up at about eight-ish to make his way to the restaurant where he worked. It was a relatively well known place, family owned and cheap. A good place to go just about any night of the week for lots of good food and a good time. He greeted his co-workers with a wave and a smile, as he always did, and made his way into the pantry. There he took stock of what had been delivered today as well as what was fresh and what was in season. They'd gotten a large delivery of arugula as well as tomatoes, so Elliot was thinking pasta or a fresh salad when the head chef walked in to see what he was up to. "Morning Elliot," he said, his deep voice booming out of his large body, a smile on his face, and his mustache and beard bobbing as he spoke. The head chef wasn't overly fat, but he was most certainly jolly like a fat man. He had hands like bear paws and an appetite to match. "What's fresh?" The head chef asked, a stern look on his face. "Well," Elliot started eagerly. He went on to explain all of pros and cons of each particular bit of produce the restaurant had received this morning and thoroughly discussed the way that items could be paired to make something absolutely delicious. Though the explanation was long, it was concise and direct. The head chef was a good friend, but he wasn’t someone you could keep waiting. After all, when it came down to it, cooking for a living was like running a race against time. You had to be ready by lunch and if you weren’t... Luckily, it had never happened before and Elliot promised himself if would never happen as long as he worked there. After their discussion, the head chef and Elliot decided on a hearty pasta dish with fresh shrimp and sausage cooked in a tomato and arugula sauce.

"Awesome! I can't wait to put it together!" Elliot said with a huge smile, shaking hands with the head chef. He liked the head chef. He was a good man, a better cook, and an instant friend. Elliot had come looking for work when he'd flunked out of the police Academy. The head chef instantly put him on the floor and he's been working there ever since, moving up the positions to Saucier, and trying to save up the cash to have a place of his own someday. With that Elliot got to work, the old friends parting with smiles. Elliot finished taking inventory, and brought all his supplies, which included all the spices, oils, and vegetables necessary for the sauce. Elliot set the burner very low and started with oil. You always cooked a little just for yourself to make sure it tasted good, couldn't have you serving the customers crap. He brought the oil up to temperature, throwing in some arugula and tomatoes. He let them simmer for almost an hour, letting all of the flavor drain out of them before he skimmed the sauce for the large, lobed arugula leaves. After that, Elliot spiced it. He hit it with the standard oregano, parsley, garlic, and thyme and all the other boring things that go into a tomato sauce, but he also snuck in the smallest amount of cayenne pepper. Tasting it, he found his intuition to be correct, it was deliciously spicy, but not too hot. Finally, Elliot set about producing the sauce in volume. He kept the same pan, but quadrupled the amount of ingredients, and finally, the saucepan was full of a spicy delicious sauce that would go excellent with the meat and pasta. It had been a few hours, but it was lunch time. Elliot called over to the Grill asking about the meat. Sure enough, the first set had gone through and it was time to eat. Of course, that wasn't all there was to eat, the place had all your standard fare, local favorites and all that. The special changed from day to day, as it always did, and luckily, Elliot had been honored with its preparation for the last three weeks.

Chefs, unlike the people who eat at the restaurant have to eat well before the rush so they're not hungry during prime time. Sure enough, the plates all went around and everyone was impressed. It was delicious. "Fantastic job Elliot! Keep this up and I'll think you're gunning for my job!" The head chef exclaimed, bursting into laughter, and the whole kitchen following suite. Elliot laughed too, he knew it was lighthearted. "You flatter me!" Elliot said, "I'm not good enough for that kind of responsibility yet, however, by the time I save up enough, maybe you'll have pounded some skill into my thick head, eh?" Elliot said, referencing the head chef's own words when Elliot had told him his dream. "Aye lad! That I will! Now go on and fetch your apron, you're calling tonight, and I need you on wait staff, poor Reinholdt got sick. Anyhow, I'll have a swing keep an eye on your sauce and we'll play it by ear, don't hold back on the accelerare if it's getting hectic out there." Elliot nodded. Caller was a huge responsibility. It meant he'd take orders as well as put them in at specific times so a table's meals would all get to the table at the same time. Elliot felt proud that the head chef had enough respect for him to make him caller tonight. It was an honor. Elliot went into the back, got dressed in waiter's black and put on his apron, filling one pocket with pencils, another with silverware, and placing a notepad in the last pocket. Lunch rush was starting in a few hours, Elliot felt the excitement starting to get to him. He'd made an excellent sauce and he was calling. Elliot was off to a great start.
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Thanks to Elliot’s expert calling and delicious special, the lunch rush had been one of the more prosperous that the restaurant had ever seen. Once lunch was finished, Elliot had a break. The restaurant closed for a few hours while the head chef thought up the dinner special and forced Elliot to get out of the restaurant and get a bite to eat. He said Elliot was running himself into the ground and it was why he was so skinny. Elliot smiled and joked with the old man, saying it was because he worked out and didn’t live with his hand in a cookie jar. They laughed for a while before the head chef literally picked up and threw Elliot from the establishment, saying that Elliot would get a page when it was time to come back. Elliot checked his watch. It was just about three o'clock. He had just enough time to head on down to his friend’s school for a quick meeting before he had to be back for the dinner rush. Elliot took his time, bumming around the quirkier parts of the downtown area and talking with some interesting people before heading over to the school. It was roughly five o’clock, but Elliot didn’t mind. He hadn’t gotten his page yet, and if the bossman needed him, he would call. Elliot strolled nonchalantly into the school and found the meeting room. He knocked on the door frame and peeked inside. “This the right place?” He asked innocently, smiling. “I hope I’m not disturbing something… revolutionary… You naughty kids. Heya Taryn!” Elliot said, equal parts of silliness and genuine idiocy pervading his speech patterns. Elliot was nothing if not a goofball. He walked over to his good friend and sat, his feet and legs hanging off one of the armrests of the chair and his head lolling off the other. He spun himself and giggled at the vertigo. “We starting soon? I gotta head back to work eventually.” Elliot asked, growing impatient.

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“Beep. Beep. Beep” Ella’s phone with a set alarm droned on in the background slowly waking her up from sweet dreams. Ten minutes later, Ella still face down half asleep was trying to ignore the constant beeping when she finally decided it was enough. Sliding her arm across she swiped off on the alarm finally stopping the irritating beeps. Ella slowly rose up from the pillow to a sitting position blinking repeatedly trying to adjust to the sunlight pouring from her windows.

“Oh sweet cloud nine dreams all gone…” Ella murmured tiredly then merely glancing down at her phone to check the time. “7:57 A.M,” her phone read making Ella’s eyes widen in shock. “What! I’m going to be late!!” She exclaimed shoving her blankets behind her making them fly away toward the ground like little specks of dandelions blown off by a child. Although class didn’t begin for another forty minutes Ella despised procrastinating and wasting precious minutes that could be used doing other things.

After a half eaten breakfast, “flooded” bathroom, and blankets left lying on the floor Ella was all prepped up and ready for school. She was feeling a bit cheery and girlier that day due to her “cloud nine dream,” wearing a floral strapless sweetheart neckline dress toning it down with a gray oversized cardigan and light brown flats with bows. Heading out the door to her first class of the day, Ella had fresh brewed coffee in a hand and her textbooks in the other. Freshly brewed coffee in the morning is an absolute must for Ella Clavery-Davenport. If she doesn’t get a cup in the morning everyday she’ll go berserk for the rest of the day.

Walking to her first class, Ella admired her surroundings of the campus. Flowers, random students laughing, and the beautiful architecture of the buildings it was all she had hoped in a college with an exception of those government love-hating machines lingering around in the shadows. The thought of them watching her or anyone else made her shiver. Her eyes lingered around until finally she spotted Kirito across the campus. He waved to her but seeing as her hands were full Ella could only smile back at him. Then turned around sighing Ella glanced back up to the tall structure beautifully constructed building and walked into her first class.

The clock was ticking down just seconds before Ella’s final class would end. If you looked around you could tell all the students were nail-biting anxious for the class to end including the professor. A minute later, the professor was out the door saying his farewells dismissing the class. Taking her sweet time Ella happily scrolled along out of the class behind all the students. She once again scrolled along the campus admiring her surroundings. The campus was less crowded now with all the students stuck up in their dorms partying or doing something they may regret the next day. It was peaceful exactly what Ella likes. She glanced down at her watch noticing she had an hour left before the “meeting”. More than enough time for her knife aiming practice. Ella cautiously glanced around noticing nothing government unusual and began speed walking quickly to her dorm room.

Luckily to Ella’s happiness she oddly wasn’t assigned a dorm roommate, which gave her some privacy to practice her knife throwing. She unclasped the wooden box, hidden deep under her bed covered by books and books on top of the other. Ella paused for a second before opening the box, looking around to see if there were hints of any surprise government break-ins and steal away her precious knives. Realizing she was just overthinking and being too paranoid Ella looked back down at the box giggling to herself. She grasped six knives in a hand and closed the box. Gently placing them on her bed, Ella reached up to the poster hanging on the wall adjacent to her bed. The poster that was once hanging on Ella’s wall was now a gigantic knife dartboard. Smiling at the sight of it, she took a step back holding a knife in one hand. Raising the knife up she aimed it toward the center of the dartboard breathing in slowly. Then threw it swiftly breathing out a slow breath.

“BBLIMM!” The knife wobbled back and forth right exactly in the center of the target. “Yes!” Ella exclaimed then quickly hushed herself realizing she could’ve drawn attention from someone next door. She looked down at the other five knives grinning, “Hmm… Maybe a couple more rounds?” An hour later Ella ended up throwing more rounds then she intended. The knives just kept coming and coming. Knife after knife, she had been able to hit the target every single time only missing the center twice. Finally, Ella threw one last knife grinning proudly as it hit the target right in the center once again for the millionth time. Deciding it was enough for the day, Ella slowly placed her knives back in the box and covered the dartboard once again.

She glanced down at her phone to check the time and in return she widened her eyes in shock. “Oh dear! I’m going to be lateeee!” She yelped shoving her phone in her cardigan’s pocket and quickly covered her secret box. Then ran out the door down to the dorm’s entryway to see Kirito was running just a bit later then she was to her relief. Deciding she had extra time to kill Ella leaned against the building sighing closing her eyes and her mind off wandering. Hopefully this meeting goes well. Those government love-hating machines are always lurking around the shadows watching us like a hawk. They act we don’t know they’re watching. Oh. Government. We know you’re watching. Love will save us. Not the stupid government…Anyways, hopefully there’ll be others who believe in love like I do or well… trying to understand it like Kirito. Oh Kirito. I remember when I first met him. Kirito chuckling interrupted her thoughts, "Hey sorry I'm a bit late... I fell asleep under a tree." “Of course you would fall asleep under a tree. Have a nice dream?” Noticing his restless state, which was most likely from the dream he had, she decided to ignore further questioning about it. “Let’s go!”

Then off they went to the “ancient literature” meeting secretly disguised for a meeting about love or whatever it would end up being. When they arrived at the meeting room Ella merely glanced down shyly to see her hands were fidgeting. Her hands only fidgeted when she was sad, nervous, angry, or worried. It was most likely all of the above except for angry. Please let this meeting go well. Ella thought to herself still staring at her hands nervously. Looking up from her hands she realized Kirito had already taken a seat and decided to take a seat next to him anyways. Sitting down, Ella’s hands continued to fidget with each other nervously. Taking a deep shakey breath Ella looked up from her fidgety hands and shyly observed her surroundings. She recognized a couple people from around the campus, which reassured her a bit, but her hands were continued fidgeting. “So. Kirito.” She softly spoke while playfully nudging Kirito with her elbow gently, “What do you think?”

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Bee-deep! Bee-deep! Bee-

With a firm push of his hand, a rather grouchy young boy growled at the digital clock that stood on his night-stand. A single hand running through the greasy brown hair that was in dire need of a haircut – If only the person who owned said hair wasn't equal to a wildlife sloth.

Worn, itchy, tired and extremely aggravated, TJ had the opportunity to add another night to his list of failings to get some shut-eye. Thankfully he hadn't devoted his entire nocturnal adventure to procrastination, actually becoming quite absorbed in writing a dummy database for a small one-man company a couple of blocks away.

A sigh hinting at his exhaustion, TJ nodded at his latest work, re-running it a couple of times to ensure it worked well enough, and send the whole package to his client with the reminder that anything iffy had to be reported to him, and him alone.

“Not that it will ever happen.” He commented with a hint of pride. A single click with the mouse signalled the mail to send itself off into cyberspace, and TJ could finally close his piece of shit computer that was way, waaaay below standard.

He quickly made a mental note to get a new one soon, then pushed his wheelchair – Or rather dragged the metal deadweight out of his dorm. Fuck showering, he had a couple of classes that were actually useful to follow. Not that those were many, but the good outweigh the bad today, and he couldn't afford to miss Math again, lest the teacher give him another rant his mind didn't want to deal with.

Still, today was a good day. Minus one thing that he'd only decided to check out because he was curious, guess when you absent mindedly agree to an invitation you can't just bail out, right? No, no you can't.

With a series of sweeps and swipes TJ managed to pack all the necessary things in his bag, and head out into the Big Bad World.

I just damn well hope I'm not wasting time.



Finally, the bell rang and TJ was free to move out and about to do as he pleased. Flicking his fake glasses, he metaphorically took a hike for the meeting place, whatever that meant, all the while thinking of a good way to introduce his sorry as. It needed to be.. clear, definitely.

A smirk began creeping on his face, replacing the stock fixed poker face that TJ always had. “Yes, that will do fine.” At least he was pretty sure he'd be the odd one out. The new guy. The one that didn't know anybody and vice verse. The oh-no-he-is-in-a-wheelchair-feel-sorry-for-him guy.

Once he entered 'the place', TJ was a bit overwhelmed with how many people had showed up. Well, he assumed everyone here was here for the meeting.

“Crappers.” The man mumbled in a slightly aggravated tone, non too glad that he had to actually try to be somewhat social-ish.

With a mere shrug and the gathering of some courage TJ rolled his permanent seat over to the group he presumed was going to be his company for the next hour or so. “I'm late.” He began, taking a moment to turn his wheelchair in such a way that he had vision on most everyone here. “No, I did not have trouble on the way here.” His eyes darted across the general area, briefly noting everyone. “And yes I'm in a fucking wheelchair. Deal with it.” His back leaned into the soft back of the wheelchair. “I'm TJ, by the way. Nice to meet ya'll.” He added, shrugging nonchalantly. “You may proceed.” His left arm made a keep moving motion before returning it back to rest on his upper thighs.

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Taryn was sitting in her chair off in her own world as the others showed up, she snapped back to reality when she heard Elliot's voice. “I hope I’m not disturbing something… revolutionary… You naughty kids. Heya Taryn!” he said in his usually goofy attitude. "HEY ELLIOT!!" She said running up to him and giving him a hug before he sat down. “We starting soon? I gotta head back to work eventually.” he asked a bit of impatience clear in his voice. "Yeah, we'll be starting soon, just waiting on a few more people." She told him. A bit later the last two members had arrived. A young man in a wheel chair came in and started speaking to everyone, “I'm late. No, I did not have trouble on the way here. And yes I'm in a fucking wheelchair. Deal with it. You may proceed.” He said quite rudely. "I can't believe this ass hole, we're all here for the same reason, what's his deal." Taryn thought, "I believe you're the last one so,now that we have your permission to start, we'll get started." She said, trying to be a little snarky in her response.

"So we're all here to study, 'Ancient Literature', but we all know that's a load of crap. We're here because we either think that love isn't wrong, or we want to learn more about it in general. So what do we all think? Personally I think all that love is evil and ruining society stuff is bull shit. Love brings people together, we are allowed to love each other as friends, why can't we love each other for real. In all of this 'Ancient Literature' love is the solution not the cause of problems. Sure, it might cause problems but through their love they can figure it out. Can't we all agree that banning love was the wrong decision?" She said, trying to rally everyone, unfortunately they weren't like her team, and she felt that the talk didn't quite have the effect she wanted. She found herself hoping that everyone else was as passionate about the idea as she is. She looked over at Elliot as she sat back in her seat, hoping that he might have something to say to help her out.

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Kirito scoffed as the guy in the wheel chair wheeled himself in and preceded to make a complete ass of himself. Before he had much of a chance of speaking the red haired girl stood up and said about what everyone was expecting... and she started the meeting. "So we're all here to study, 'Ancient Literature', but we all know that's a load of crap. We're here because we either think that love isn't wrong, or we want to learn more about it in general. So what do we all think? Personally I think all that love is evil and ruining society stuff is bull shit. Love brings people together, we are allowed to love each other as friends, why can't we love each other for real. In all of this 'Ancient Literature' love is the solution not the cause of problems. Sure, it might cause problems but through their love they can figure it out. Can't we all agree that banning love was the wrong decision?"

Kirito smiled and decided to speak up. "I agree that the government's reasoning is flawed but I'm not going to start saying that I believe this whole Love thing. Humanity existed perfectly well before this needless ban and it would continue to exist without it. If in doing so I have the chance to underhand the 'All Powerful' government then I'm more than happy to offer any assistance that I can." After a pause he decided it would be alright for him to share his name. "And I'm Kirito by the way."

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Katherine took one of the seats and sat down, it was the most comfortable thing she had sat in for a good few weeks now and let herself just relax in it. She looked up when a guy came in and made himself known and pointed out that he was obviously in a wheelchair. "We weren't going to make fun of you, well I definitely wasn't." She whispered to him, offering him a smile.

A girl with ginger hair then stood and began the reason for meeting,
"So we're all here to study, 'Ancient Literature', but we all know that's a load of crap. We're here because we either think that love isn't wrong, or we want to learn more about it in general. So what do we all think? Personally I think all that love is evil and ruining society stuff is bull shit. Love brings people together, we are allowed to love each other as friends, why can't we love each other for real. In all of this 'Ancient Literature' love is the solution not the cause of problems. Sure, it might cause problems but through their love they can figure it out. Can't we all agree that banning love was the wrong decision?"

Katherine looked at everyone nervously and was about to speak up when another spoke,
"I agree that the government's reasoning is flawed but I'm not going to start saying that I believe this whole Love thing. Humanity existed perfectly well before this needless ban and it would continue to exist without it. If in doing so I have the chance to underhand the 'All Powerful' government then I'm more than happy to offer any assistance that I can. And I'm Kirito by the way."

Katherine then stood and looked at everyone, she let out a sigh before speaking up. "Love is a beautiful thing, I've witnessed it first hand and know of plenty of people that are in love, they're willing to risk their own lives for the one they love, they are closer than anyone else I've ever seen and they definitely are a lot more friendly and approachable than those that follow the government's regime. I'm Katherine Den..." She paused when she remembered she'd changed her name to protect her identity. "Katherine Dean."

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#, as written by Byte
“We weren't going to make fun of you, well I definitely wasn't.”

That was a major curve ball thrown right there, and had TJ with a puzzled look on his face for a fair few amount of second. However, as he did with the snarky comment jabbed at his introduction, he responded with a mere shrug.

Haven't heard that before. He thought momentarily before his attention was swiftly caught when the supposed 'group leader' began the meeting. Oh wait, no, the study group for Ancient Literature that was actually a meeting about that-thing-we-do-not-speak-of. Love.

TJ never was one for such a thing. Never had a need for it, though he couldn't say that he hadn't thought about something that, in theory, didn't harm anything or anyone that much. However he had only read about it in some book, so everything he knew about it might just as well be complete fiction, a forgery to make it out far less dangerous than it is in reality.

Because who the fuck could argue with the government, the all-powerful entity, on what was right and wrong?

Allowing the others a word on this particular... taboo, TJ sat, unconvinced that he was spending his time on something worthy. Well, partially, maybe. On a scale from one to ten he might be one point off to being genuinely interested in where this was going.

“Okay,” TJ suddenly spoke up, leaning forward so his arms were resting on the table. “Not to burst your metaphorical bubble, but,” He looked at the girl with the orange hair. “How can you be so sure that these books tell the truth?” He posed the question rather casually, even flashing a brief smirk as if to say: Yeah, didn't think of that did you?

“Books are, for the most part, fictional. Y'know, stories. Save for the ones that try to teach you cooking or how to fix a refrigerator or something.” He paused, stopping to think for a moment.

“Please,” A single finger scratched his chin, eyes still fixed on the 'group leader'. “Intrigue me. Why should I doubt the decision of our government?” He once again leaned back into his wheelchair. “Why should I discuss how our 'leaders', if you will, are the stupidest, most idiotic morons for banning something that has caused plenty bad things in the past?”

That was TJ for you, bringing down the mood with the need for facts. The need to have something realistic that might motivate him just enough to stick with this, as he thought of it now, kiddie group.

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#, as written by Robbhus
Miranda kept a close eye to the other parts of the crew she was sitting with. They seemed like an interesting bunch of people, and seeing them all work together would probably be quite amusing. She was doubting if it would even work out, or if it would just fail miserably and have them all executed by the government. Regardless though, she didn't have much to live for in the first place, so she could might as well take the risk and do what she could in order to help.

Seeing the others introducing one another, she looked in her pockets for her notepad. It was in the front pocket of the coat it seemed like, and it had the standard pencil threaded in the spiral holding the papers together. She quickly stroke over the past lines, and started writing her own introduction, though for the time being, she would just hold on to it. She didn't want to get herself involved just yet, having her drawn into an discussion would slow down the phase too much and it would waste their time.

Hello everyone, my name is Miranda

I'm afraid I can't communicate verbally because of personal reasons for this meeting, but I'll try my best to help out if my opinion is wanted.

Just like you others, I am naturally here to support the cause we are all gathered for. I have felt love in the past and I know that it is truly a fantastic thing. The government directs all fault over at this magnificent thing, blasphemy and a plan bound to fail. Sooner or later, the pure human race is going to die out for not being allowed to reproduce.

1♂ + 1♀ = 1♂♀ - (1♂+1♀) = 1♂♀

As you can see, it doesn't add up. We are wasting approximately 66% of our population, evened down to 50% because of twin births, every time a couple has a child. Synthetically created humans don't have the same capabilities as a normal child and will therefor suffer shorter lifespan and eventually be exterminated.

I believe that what has been chosen was hurried decisions made without thinking, and it just locked on. The politicians are too afraid of losing faces to go back on their decision, which is why the world is left to crumble. I believe that love is a good thing. Fiction or not, every myth has a bit of truth.

~ Miranda


After finishing, Miranda took the front of the pad and flipped it over the newly written text again, for then to lean back in her chair a little, remaining speechless like always, waiting for the major discussions to end.

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After hearing their discussions and opinions on the topic of love, Ella remained speechless. She couldn't seem how she would piece together words to describe her whole entire opinion on love without revealing her families' history. Sighing to herself quietly, she continued to listen quietly.

While listening, she noticed from the corner of her eye the stunningly beautiful girl scribble on a notepad. Curious she took more then a quick peak. After a couple minutes of "peaking" she realized that the (now named) Miranda girl preferred to speak through written words. Agreeing with her words, she decided to finally speak up with another guy spoke up. She quickly closed her mouth curious to what he too had to say. He continued on voicing his opinions and she too had agreed on a few ideas. He later quickly added at the end,"Oh, and my names Connor."

After a couple seconds, Ella felt the intense urge to finally speak up since she was the only one who hasn't. Clearing her throat quietly, she spoke up teasing TJ slightly since he was so rude when he came in. "I think we can all agree that love is a must. With an exception of TJ over there." Ella took a moment to gather all her thoughts, while gently drumming her fingers on the chair out of nervous habit.

"Love may seem confusingly idiotically stupid to be discussing to some," She spoke loudly then murmured the last part softly with a slight grin, "mostly just that TJ dude. Anyways! Love is a freedom that we should be all allowed to do and express freely. I don't think a little action of kissing could murder a crowd….harshly. With the government scientifically generating babies by who knows how we're going to eventually be wiped out because of the fact we're not 'naturally' created or whatever. I think we can establish that. The part that some of us are disagreeing against I think is why love should not be banned on." Stopping, Ella glanced around to see if anyone wanted to chime in. But seeing none jump in, she continued.

"With love it will eventually lead into marriage or whatever they call two people coming together in a relationship nowadays. Then within marriage, it'll lead to having kids… (hopefully.) That populate the society NATURALLY. Keyword naturally…like normal way. Unlike the way they create babies scientifically. That sounds slightly stupid of me to say since you guys probably already know this. I hope."

Taking a look around she saw a great diversity of people around her and felt slightly inspired even more to continue. "Look around you guys. Have you guys ever felt a tiny bit attracted maybe to one? Have you guys ever wanted to cherished and have someone together with you with such passion. And have you ever wanted to have that connection where you look into THAT someone's eyes and felt like you could be with them forever?" Ella clutched her fingers tightly shocked that she was still talking for this long. Feeling a bit weirded out that she was still the only one talking, she added on a lame quirky sarcastic remark hoping to get a laugh out of someone. "If yes? Horray. My lame speech worked. If not, oh dear…. Maybe I shouldn't be talking."

Glancing down at her fingers sheepishly, she spoke again for the last time. "Anyways, back on topic. Then now imagine that one person that you loved you cannot be with at all and ripped away from you because of what the government says. I'm Ella by the way."

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