Elsa Breth's Story

The heartless, cold streets of the bowels were lit by the burning trash barrels that peeked from every alley. wounded men lay dying in the way of traffic, trampled as the mindless sheeple hurried home - if they had one. Children were crushed against the tide of foot traffic, while people were killed in back alleys and at the doorsteps of establishments. The bars were teeming to capacity as booze flew off the shelf - people squandering their last dime for a chance to escape at the bottom of their bottle. Prostitutes from ages as early as seven worked in public, tossing aside shame for preservation.

In other words, it was a basic night in the Bowels.

Save for Arthur Evans and his band. 'Ares' Rested his ass on a camping stool as he looked out over the assembled freedom fighters. His blade and whetstone lay on the desk - a battered and broken trunk. He held a bottle of whiskey in one hand ad a shot glass in the other. Liquid courage flowed down his throat.

"Tonight, the fight begins. Tonight, we decide that we are more than individuals. We are a people!" he slammed the shot glass onto the trunk, standing. "We need to band together, to raise our fists towards the heavens and demand equality!"

Arthur Evans smiled and got up, stretching slightly as he did so. "Right, feeding them their scrotums and such. Obviously you did a mighty fine job fucking over Psycho and her gang, but let's face it. that's one plant. There's how many others? Eighty? Ninety? Does anyone know anymore?" He sighed softly "We need to get an agent into Middle-Town. There's a slew of arms dealers who would love to arm a rebellion. Only problem is that we don't have anyone willing to be 'bought.'" He sighed and tossed the whiskey at the wall, causing it to shatter. "This fucking rebellion can't get off its arse without someone besides me showing some initiative." He pointed at Rowan. "You. I know you hate your past, but... maybe you can be a pretty little actress for the resistance"

Arthur stepped aside and sat back down, letting Rowan go. He simply stared out at the congregation before him. He sighed internally and picked up a bottle of rum, cracking it open and drinking it down. "We will all have to make sacrifices before Snatch falls."

Elsa had stayed quiet for most of what was going on. She rarely spoke up, and usually kept to herself. Then again, where they lived things didn't really change. Everything seemed bad and depressing. People dying and starving all around, all of the time. For once there was a bit of hope in Elsa's eyes. The freedom fighters made her want to believe that they had some sort of chance.. If they actually did or not. She watched as the others got excited to fight, but she stood at bay with the idea. She wasn't much of a fighter.. But she still wanted to help in any way she could.

She agreed with Rowan on the idea of prostitution though, that wasn't something she'd be comfortable doing. Elsa was a bit more innocent and reserved for that, even living where she was. She watched as the girl attacked Ares who had edged her a little further on the idea. Though she didn't have the bold kind of temper Rowan had, she didn't blame the girl for reacting like that. Actually, she thought it was kind of funny.

She almost laughed, but felt it was best if she kept quiet instead. She decided she'd speak up if she had anything to add to the group, but otherwise just follow beside them, imagining she probably wouldn't be noticed anyway.