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Luis Hanover

"The People will never relent."

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a character in “The Rising”, as played by RPGRosa

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Name || Luis Hanover

AKA || Lou

Hometown || Las Vegas, Nevada

Age || 42

Role || Leader of the People


Personality

Lou never meant to become the leader, like much other events in his life Lou just did what had to be done. He has never been the type to shy away from responsibility and raised his children the same way. Lou is wonderful at keeping his head, and once focused there is little that can deter him. Extremely stubborn and headstrong, Lou is the epitome of a rebel.

Vastly intelligent, Lou sees things that often other people over look. Although he can see the big picture, Lou has a knack to spot loopholes that the enemy may use as an advantage which he does not allow. The weight of humanity is always carried on his shoulders, and although Lou is constantly stressed he does not show it.

With his children Lou is extremely protective, especially his daughter. He often argues about them exposing themselves to the war, although he understands that it is expected of his son and to that he is proud. They often call him hypocritical but he calls it being a parent.
ImageMany people look up to Lou, and although he believes he does not deserve their awe, Lou is always kind to The People. Human compassion and respect for one another is the core of most rebels beliefs, Lou being one of them. He fights for his freedom and the liberty of his people.

It physically ails Lou to see countless men dying for their cause, but he understands it is the fact of life. Although able to keep calm, Lou feels just like any other person, he just is better at keeping his head. Extremely religious, Lou prays daily and encourages others to do the same. He makes sure to remind others that this is a war of good versus evil, and the good shall prevail and join their Lord in heaven.

Although Lou is kind to his people, he is merciless on the battlefield. With his soldiers Lou keeps everything short and sweet, and never sits out on a battle. He is everything a rebel should be, savage, ruthless, loyal and honest. Because time has honed his abilities, Lou is a killing machine.

Despite his reputation in battle, Lou has a complete soft spot for his family. After his wife was murdered by Big Brother, Lou will do everything in his power to protect his children. When Andrea was taken, Lou threw a fit of rage, breaking anything in his path. Although he can not stop his son from joining the Mercenaries or the soldiers, Lou does everything in his power to stop Andrea from tagging along on missions although she always seems to find a way around it. Occasionally when his family is involved Lou can lose his cool but it isn't often. His son is his closest confidant and although Andrea is his twin, Andrew often takes a paternal role in his sisters life to handle what Lou can not. Although Lou tries he and Andrea often but heads because they are much alike however much they deny it.

At the end of the day, Lou is a good guy fighting for the survival of his family, his legacy and his people.

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History

Luis Hanover was born and raised in Las Vegas, his father was a deadbeat and his mother worked hard as a nurse. The oldest of four children, Luis was the alpha male of the home and in his life. He began working at a young age to help his mother with bills, so he was never in any sports in school, but he kept his grades high up through high school.

Once he was eighteen, Luis began to participate in underground fights to bring home extra money. He was a promising rookie, but it didn't mean he didn't come home battered, a few broken ribs and a distorted black eye weren't uncommon. It molded him into a better fighter, Luis began to only work harder and move further in the ranks. His mother would worry over him, tell him to find a nice girl and settle down, but Luis just wanted to fight. It's not that Luis had a problem getting girls. Of course he'd have flings or one night stands, but none of the girls were special enough for him to ever care much.
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His younger siblings constantly were acting out, stressing their mother and challenging Luis. The closest to his age was his sister, Kendra, whom was two years his junior. Because she was sneaking out of the house to go into the hills with her friends to drink and smoke weed, one day Lou followed her in an attempt to bust her and embarrass her in front of her friends. What he found instead was a beautiful Chicano mamacita named Anaiz.

Anaiz was just a year younger than him, and conveniently his little sisters best friend. The two hit it off immediately which Kendra at first fought, but after some thought realized it could work in her favor so then she pushed it. The two got very serious, very fast. It wasn't long after Anaiz graduated high school that she got knocked up by none other than Luis. Her parents were disappointed but disappointed, Luis' mother just wanted a wedding.

Luis remained in fight club, earning bigger money and creating quite the reputation. He was considered one of the best in the Las Vegas fighting scene. Him and Anaiz moved into their own little place in the city, she worked at a laundry mat and he worked at the a meat market when he wasn't fighting. The twins were born when he was about 21, and Anaiz began to fret over him continuing to come home with bruises or broken noses. There was a rough patch in their marriage, caught in between a stressful work life and stressful home life, Luis often instigated arguments as if to make Anaiz just as miserable as him.

He was 22 when Anaiz moved back with her parents with the twins, demanding he change or they get a divorce. To Luis family was everything, so he joined the Marine Corp and gave up his fighting career. He and Anaiz were given a home for their family, and Luis became a changed man. The discipline of the Marine Corp turned him into the ideal soldier, and just like his time in the fight club, Luis quickly moved through the ranks.

He would be deployed for months at a time, each time returning to his twins that grew much too quickly. His siblings grew into adults, Kendra the first of their family to graduate from college and the other two on their way. Everything seemed to be going well. Once Luis reached the officer ranks, that's when things started to get strange.

Light was being shined onto the corruption that infiltrated their government and militia, and Luis was sworn to secrecy. He knew they would know if he opened his mouth, so Luis kept quiet, preparing for the day the shit would hit the fan. He was about thirty when he was recruited by a confidential operation to be trained as a guard in underground facilities that would provide security to the Americans if there were to be a nuclear crisis.

Luis did not pass one of the tests and therefore was denied, later he found out it he was immediately placed on the list of possible threats. Once his term had ended only months later, Luis resigned his position and work as a full time dad to his kids who were then just about to begin middle school.

Of course Andrew welcomed his father back with open arms, but Andrea was resistant to his structure. Luis could be described as a strict parent, but he had to be the disciplinarian where as Anaiz was more lenient. He pushed his children to do their best and expressed importance in physical fitness, in the back of his mind he was training them for the possibility that society would crumble. Much to Anaiz' discontent he'd take them hunting, Andrea felt the need to compete with Andrew, never seeming squeamish or prissy. It wasn't until the twins were roughly 14 when orders were given nationwide to go underground.

Luis had fought Anaiz, but eventually convinced her not to go, that was when the resistance began to rise. He heard the screams through the streets the night the soldiers raided his block. The woke him out of his sleep, Anaiz snoring beside him. Shaking his wife from her slumber, the two then ran to their children's room to wake them. Everyone was supposed to go into the attic, but Anaiz hadn't made it. Their entry point into their attic was hidden, a trap entry hidden in a roomy closet. Luis had to go first to pull up everyone else, but the kids barely made it through when the knob began to turn. The look in Anaiz' eyes told him all he needed to know, the children were the ONLY priority. So despite every fiber in his body fighting against him, Luis closed the trap door and forced his children to cover their ears as the sound of a gun shot silenced his wife's screams.

There was some food to last them about a week in the attic, but they left long before that. Once Big Brother believed they had killed everyone, they would move on to the next area to attempt to wipe out all the opposers.

Most people fled north, and Luis joined a group of twenty people to do so. Of course at this point only the Rebels remained, all that was missing was a leader. No one wanted to be the guy to take the fall at the end of the day, and Luis yet again stepped up to the plate as a man should. American activist began to come out of the wood work, using codes and symbols people were able to communicate nationwide using messenger birds, birds like hawks or falcons that learned paths to travel by accompanying their owners through journeys. They associated journeys through the place their owner released them. It is inexplicable how these birds came around, but Luis believes their the Angels little helpers.

The People have began to dig, going on missions to find the underground bunkers in an attempt to free their brethren. Soldiers are stationed across the US and are told that unfriendly troops are on their soil, all rebels are treated as the enemy. There are factories that the rebels have found, and only one they had successfully raided, finding fellow rebels who had been gone for years or months being tortured. Almost all of them return as a milder, gentler spirit, the drugs having fried the spirit right out of them. It was six weeks ago Andrea was taken just west of Kansas on a search and rescue for one of their team members. Two other people were killed in a violent escape, only three returned revealing of yet another detention center and a horror story of how Big Brother knew who Andrea was right off the bat. Luis had been preparing to free his little girl since.


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So begins...

Luis Hanover's Story

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The Hanover Men


The conference room had a slab of carefully crafted redwood oak, chairs made by the people pushed in around the oval shaped table. Of course Lou was at the head of the table. Connor and Drew faced the man as he spoke, the only other two at the table who would be joining Lou on this mission. Lou insisted they had to go over fine details and brief those who would be in charge in his leave on what to do in his absence. Of course they knew what to do, they had done it before, however Lou's picky nature made him fret over details.

The clothes they had were worn, old and from styles that went out years ago. But beggars could not be choosers, the clothes they had were what they could salvage when raiding abandoned homes or stores. Lou normally had the standard cargo pants, belted in place and a tee shirt or tank that hugged across his broad chest and tucked into the waist band of his pants. His boots, laced up, thudded as he paced - scratching the scruff across his lower half of his face. Tonight he would shave the scruff and what little hair he had grown out off before going to sleep, where as Drew sported his five o'clock shadow with no intention of cutting it off. His tousled dark locks fell messily over the tips of his ears, and while his father turned to face him, Drew habitually picked at his hair. It was an insecure twitch, whenever he felt on the spot light Drew couldn't stop the compulsion.

Lou's baritone voice continued on, "Conner, Drew...you have to understand how important your role is. The report is that there's an electric fence around the area - three buildings. One is a mess hall, the other an office, and the third one is the supposed entry point into the bunker. This will possibly be one of the most tragic missions we will execute. I'm not going to lie to you, it's very likely some of our men will be killed, but it won't be long until we join them.

"Conner, your team is pure stealth. My team will hijack a truck down the road, and load your team in. Once you are in the gated area, your primary purpose is to get down the electrical grid. Remember stealth is key, anyone who may compromise the mission is dead where they stand.

"Once the grid is down, their back up generator will most likely shut on, but most of their security defenses will be down. This is when Drew and I bring our troops in, Drew you will come from the left, I will bring us in through the south. At that point the objective is to get underground. Andrea will know what's going on at that point, it won't be long until he find her. Help who we can but remember saving Luci and Andrea is the primary objective. Kill all opposition."

It seemed simple enough, but sadly there was plenty opportunity for things to go wrong. If Lou was right there would be three levels of clearance, but hold the gun to the right one and he might be able to bully his way into the bunkers. The only thing the People had on their side was numbers and the element of surprise. The men they would fight, although equal in size, had weaponry that were a vast advancement from the guns the Rebels used. If they moved quick enough it could work, but there would be way too many of the rebels for all of them to be detained as well, surely.

Drew chuckled, drinking from his cup of water that had been mixed with berries and mint that were mashed together to make a concoction. "Dad, no offense but Conner and me have poured hours upon hours on going over this plan. Trust us, we got this!" The once stylish sweater he wore was a dreaded gray color, but a orange patch over the right elbow took away from its drab colored. Drew stood to his full stature of 6'3, stretching his toned limbs and making noises of satisfaction, "Come on, lighten up- the festival is tonight, we have the entire journey to go over tactics. Tonight, lets live!" With much gusto, Drew embraced his father so that they danced for a moment before Drew spun out, hopping just out of his fathers reach as he playfully struck at his son.

The tension in the room lessened as people began to pack up, Drew took it as a cue to leave before his father could see anything else. "Conner, wingman tonight?" He joked on his way out, Drew was anything but smooth with ladies, Conner was much better than himself. With most rebel girls though, they all wanted to settle down and start a family. There were a few, like Andrea, who couldn't even fathom bringing a innocent soul into such a horrid world, or a mourning widow was frequent enough. But tonight was when people would let their wild side out, there was no telling what would happen at the festivals the Rebels would hold. Hundreds of people would dance and laugh and drink, new faces be introduced and new friendships made. Within Utopia the people were constantly changing, although the entire underground city within the mountains was considered Utopia, the head quarters was within the largest mountain with the waterfall shielding the entrance. This is the mountain that Festivals were always held at.

Excited for what the night had to hold, Drew decided to stop at his room to get a change of clothes. Surely Lou would stop back at the Hanover household after the meeting. Andie, Drew and Lou all lived within the same "home" - three bedrooms chiseled around a living room and a dining room. But Lou normally avoided going home now, it felt empty with Andie being gone.

From his pocket, Lou withdrew a beaten brown Leather wallet. It was a relic from the world he used to live in, now used as a time capsule of sorts. He pulled out a picture of Andie posing for her softball team back in 2012, her hair braided into pigtails. She was little more than skin and bones then, now developing into a fine young woman. From time to time Lou had to remind himself not to kill his own men who gawked after her.

Glancing back to Conner, who had remained at the table, Lou showed his comrade the picture. "She'd kill me if she knew I showed you this, but she is just too damn precious...even with braces." Although his tone showed humor, there was evidence of compassion and care for his daughter. Shaking his head and burying his face into his hands, Lou groaned a plea of guilt. "This is all my fault." He said to no one in particular, unable to look at the picture of his girl again.

Drew didn't have any pictures of Andrea, so instead he just visited her room. Much like himself she had a hammock for a bed, and although to some that may have sounded uncomfortable, the hammock could easily hold three of four people, and with the tempurpedic pad Andrea had been lucky enough to salvage and colorful pillows complimenting the beige comforter made the hammock more inviting than any bed Drew had ever seen. Notebooks filled with her lyrics and poetry were stacked onto one of the shelves, along with books she had read. The whole room was a reflection of who she was, and damnit Drew missed her. She was his twin after all.

After washing up using the bin of water, Drew changed into straight leg khakis and a racerback white tank that both flattered his trim figure and defined muscles. Completely oblivious to his own good looks, Drew felt as if the stares the women gave him as he walked to the festival was because something was wrong. Perhaps he had something on his shirt, or face, and as he walked Drew checked himself, seeming a bit like a bumbling fool. It wasn't until he could smell the food that his stomach growled. "Damn," he murmured to himself, following the smell. It seemed other men had done the same, letting their stomachs lead the way. One enthused expression stood out from the others. "Bojangles! What up, brother?" The man was brilliant, although strange. But the brightest minds normally were. Some people didn't talk to Bojangles because of his strange out bursts or inappropriate behavior, but Drew found the man fascinating and hilarious. "I saw the new solar panels, dope. Wind power is the next innovation, Bo-boy."

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It had been an interesting day for Bojangles. He got to experience heights again. A crowd gathered to watch, and he wasn't so sure whether their interest was in the solar panels or the one putting them in. Why anyone trusted Bojangles with such a job was in the air, but he thought it was because not many others knew how. His curiosity took advantage of the altitude, and he wondered "how long it'd take before a 'splat.'"

Bojangles was wrapping up his day, and changing out of his work clothes. It was really just swapping into something not as dirty, but he still wanted to look presentable. He doesn't always wear white shirts, but when he does, he wants to show off that he didn't make a mess. With a white t-shirt and denim shorts, he was ready to roll out into the crowd.

Food had been a priority from the get-go. He'd gotten his meal, but he still hung around to see if they'd feed him more. He'd been trying to tempt them when Drew came by. "Bojangles! What up, brother?" Bojangles turned to his name. "Oh hey, it's 1980." He shouldn't really be judging, since no one else says dude or "sweeeeet," but he didn't mind his vocabulary. "I hear ya, there's quite a draft in here... but you wanna talk about dope, my brother had the dopest pants man, I swear. They had like some samurai comic graphic shit going on on the side. Pretty sweet. Ah, miss my brother... then he got converted and haven't seen him since." Looking down, then back up he changed the subject. "When's your sister getting back? Miss Andie..." Andrea and Andrew were some of the few people who'd talk to him. Drew was still here, but less people to mess around with was a slight disappointment.

"Whatever, let's go. You know, when you all leave, someone'll have to keep all these ladies occupied. Don't worry, Bojangles's got it covered." He paused, looking over the crowd. "Aah... lets see what we got here. Widows and their daughters. Or another way to look at it: milfs and amateurs. All about perspective."

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The meeting went by quickly, and mostly because Drew brushed off his father's concern for the mission. Lou was clearly concerned for the rescue of his daughter, and he had all right to be. Drew, however, seemed to not care so much for it. Conner nodded as Lou explained their tactics to everyone. Stealth. Stealth was important, he said. It was true. Getting caught would cause a lot of problems. rescuing a specific target requires calm men who can think, and time to find their target and get them out. Conner though about how he would proceed with his part of the plan. Which men should he take? What would be their weapon of choice? How would they get Andrea and Luci out?

"Dad, no offense but Conner and me have poured hours upon hours on going over this plan. Trust us, we got this!" Conner turned to look at Drew as he stood up and stretched. Both him and Conner were the same height, but Conner had a much thicker build. "Come on, lighten up- the festival is tonight, we have the entire journey to go over tactics. Tonight, lets live!" The mention of the festival made Conner tense. The would mean a lot of drunk girls just fawning over him, and Drew trying to get one of them to notice him. Upon looking up, he saw Drew hug his father for a long while before moving back in a playful way. Conner watched as father and son played around for only a second. Seeing such playful actions were rare today, but still pleasant to see.

The room began to empty as the others started to leave the room and Drew said, "Conner, wingman tonight?" Conner sighed, seeing that question coming his way. Before Conner could reply though, Drew left the room, leaving Lou and him alone. Conner stood up, ready to leave, when Lou pulled something out of his pocket. An old wallet. He pulled out a picture that had Andrea with her braces on. The look on Lou's face, and the emotion that it conveyed, made Conner smile slightly. Only slightly. He had not known her with her braces on, but he did remember how excited the girl was about having them off. She never stopped talking about it. "She'd kill me if she knew I showed you this, but she is just too damn precious...even with braces." He was recalling how their life was before the rebellion, until a pang of guilt hit Lou. Conner looked at him as he let out all the pain he felt. "This is all my fault."

Conner rested his hand on Lou's shoulder and said in a stern tone, "We will get her back." Conner looked away from Lou and off into space, his hand still on Lou's shoulder. This was Conner's chance to repay Lou now. Lou had helped Conner through so many tough situations. All the panic attacks when he was on duty were gone in seconds when Lou arrived on the scene. "I promise. She will return home. "

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Kat walked carefully to the room where she had been told her boss was. Two rebels had stared at her uneasily for a few moments before pointing her in the right direction but where else was she meant to put this bag? Boss had told her what to get, not where she was meant to deliver it so she assumed it would go to him and then wherever he chose after that. This place was a genius idea really, everything was salvaged or made by the rebels and it felt safe.

She passed Drew as he was heading who knows where and she nodded a greeting to him. She would have waved but her hands were full and she was too tired to really hold any sort of conversation with the guy. It had been a week since she had left the rebel headquarters, and to her it felt like eternity. Kat knocked a few times at the entrance before walking in and placing the large duffel bag on the table in front of her boss.

"The warehouse was where you said it would be boss. Not too heavily guarded, and pretty hidden but I found it. No one would have thought to look in that place for medicine but eh." There was a tense and emotional tinge to the air that Kat hadn't noticed until she walked in and suddenly she felt awkward. Her boss was sitting with his head down and the other guy, Connor was his name that's right, had his hand on the leaders shoulder. Way to go idiot, just barge right in like you belong here. Kat scolded herself before remembering her job. "This bag has a variety of different medicines, all I could carry while still being able to travel. Hope it comes in good use. There were crates of weapons there as well, I don't think they will be able to move it very soon so if you wanted I could make another trip there and see what I can take; they will probably have way more guards there though."

She had been wiping at the ink on her arms while speaking. A few weeks ago Kat had run out of henna ink and so was relying on temporary face paint. Not the best solution and she was impressed it lasted for a week, though it had started to peel off quite a bit. "Damn I could use some scotch." she muttered as the cloth swiped over a cut on her upper arm. So she hadn't been totally undetected; not like they could trace her here she'd been to careful for that. "What's the next job you got for me?"

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Lou Hanover


Promises were empty offer to Lou, yet as Conner promised to bring Andrea home, Lou forced himself to believe him. They had to bring Andrea home, it was either that or Lou would die trying. There was no way Lou would return to Utopia without his daughter. Sighing, Lou put away the picture, shaking his head. "I sure hope so."

A large duffel bag was tossed onto the table, and Lou belatedly noticed the entrance of the slight yet threatening Katerina. His eyes lit with surprise and appeasement. "The warehouse was where you said it would be boss...."

Of course Lou was right, he always was. With so many lives depending on his decisions, he had to be right. Pulling the bag in front of him, and as the woman continued to speak Lou rummaged through the goodies. A smile scrawled across his lips, Lou looked to Katerin with approval.

Her request for another job made Lou tilt his head in confusion. Then it dawned on her, Kat had been gone when Andie had been taken. Zipping up the bag, Lou pushed it aside and gestured Conner to the door. "Go ahead, I know you don't want to have to sit through this again." Lou said with a half smile. Once the man left, Lou looked back to Kat with a grim expression. "Tomorrow we head south to the border of Kansas. I have a friend that will help us sneak onto a train that transports coal that we can take most of the way out but I have to tell you, this is the most dangerous mission we've done yet.

"My daughter was taken, but those who returned from her team relayed enough information briefing us on an attack. It will be the first detention center we've raided and it will be a milestone in the Rebellion. You can come or you can stay here, you've done a lot for us and I will respect whatever choice you may make."

Lou stood to his full height, an intimidating mass of muscle pushing 6'7". The children would jump on his back, asking for rides, he remembered when Andie used to do the same thing. It seemed like everything reminded him of her. Shaking his head, Lou looked to Katerin with a subdued expression. "You can have some time to think it over, join us in celebration tonight! We will drink spirits and pretend like we aren't fighting for survival!" Grabbing the bag effortlessly, Lou put his hand on the small of the woman's back leading her out.

"If you decide to come with, meet us just at the waterfall, we will leave before noon." Lou added, walking away with a wave. Although Lou was the boss of the operation, he never enjoyed ordering people around. He felt as if forcing someone to do something was useless when someone who could do a better job would do it willingly. With Big Brother hoping to dull all human brains to little more fight to what they are told than an infant, Lou preferred to let people make their own decisions.

So with that Lou left Katerin to mull over her options, taking a detour through the watering hole. Some soldiers had already began horsing around, cheering as their leader joined them. Raising his arms in amusement, Lou grinned. "Sorry guys, not here to stay - just passing through." Foul torments were called out, all in good fun. It was rare to see his men so carefree, Lou couldn't be the one to ruin it. So instead of reprimanding them for their overly casual banter, Lou just laughed and entered the corridor that lead into the healing ward.

There were thankfully no one inside the makeshift infirmary, everyone was preparing for the festival. Leaving the bag on a table, Lou made a mental note to tell Nizhoni of the new supplies. Perhaps she could grab some in the morning of what she might need. The woman had many talents, and on the journey to save Andie, Nizhoni would be the only person with healing capabilities going along. He needed her to have the essential supplies.

Making sure to leave everything how it was when he walked in, Lou left the supplies at the ward and finally started heading to the festival. As if his thoughts had summoned her, Lou ran into Nizhoni just as they entered the mouth of the celebrations. "I was just looking for you," he said with a half smile, looking to the huskie that followed the Native American woman. "We got some supplies in, you would know better about what we might need than I would. Would you mind stopping at the healing ward before we leave tomorrow?" Lou knew that as loyal that Nizhoni was, she would oblige to an order given by Lou, so before she even finished answering Lou continued. "Thanks, Ni-Ni." He said, using the name the children would call her and winking before making his way to the podium that looked over the whole festival.

Drew Hanover


Quirking an eyebrow at the oddball, Drew chuckled. "Samurai pants huh? Your brother must've been the shit in his day." Sarcasm dripped from Drew's voice, a stale grin worn as he spoke. Drew always found the man entertaining, also from the get-go his name had been a comical relief. It took serious dedication to commit to an alias, and Drew had to hand it to the man - when people said 'Mr. Bojangles', they understood who that was.

As the topic switched to siblings, Drew slumped at Bojangles question. "Hopefully soon, seriously," picking at his hair, the man shrugged in contemplation, "the sooner the better. I saw what losing my mom did to my dad...I don't think he could take losing Andie too." Drew never pretended to be ignorant that his father favored Andie. It was strange because the two would persistently bump heads, yet the next minute Andie would cuddle up to their father apologizing and asking for a favor or Lou would be giving Andie a gift - buttering her up. They were like kids, truly.

But Lou had grown depressed, Drew could see it in the way he carried himself. It was subtle, something only someone very close would notice, but Drew knew his father kept most of his pain buried. It was what they had to do to keep pushing on.

At the mention of women, Drew perked, eyes alert. He may have been grieving the loss of his sister, but men had needs. Serving himself a plate, Drew motioned for Bojangles to follow as he found himself a seat. Digging into the food, Drew spoke with a full mouth. "Bo-Bo, you wouldn't be able to pick up a chick if she thought you were her long lost cell phone." Drew joked, punching Bojangles in the arm lightly. "If you get laid tonight and I don't, I'm killing myself."

Before Bojangles could respond, Lou's voice boomed across the crowd. As if sensing their leader had something to say, the people hushed, watching Lou intently from where he stood behind a podium.

"Americans..Latinos...Asains...Blacks..." He paused, staring over the crowd. Continuing to shovel food into his mouth, Drew had to resist the urge to snort with laughter at the reactions of those around him. Too many people within the rebellion looked up to Lou as if he were a God, which to Drew was absurd. He was a normal human being, just with a little extra muscle mass. Lou had faults as well, but people had the tendency to see past it. If only that's how it worked for me. Drew told himself.

Lou continued, "We are all human, and together we stand as the people. Many people want us dead, because we like to think for ourselves. Most people don't even know what we're doing for them..tomorrow we leave for one of the most batshit crazy mission I've ever conducted. To my men - it will be a damn good time for a damn good cause. Remember the Angels are on our side," he allowed a pause of reverence to resonate through the room before continuing, "but tonight we rejoice out liberty and our free will." Raising his goblet, others did the same, heartily drinking up the alcohol. Cheers erupted through out the crowd, and Drew shoveled the last bit of food in his mouth before scanning the room for Conner. The man was a total chick magnet, and if tonight was his last night in Utopia, Drew was going to get laid.

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Katherin nodded when her boss explained everything. For such a short time away a lot of things seemed to have happened. She had to give the people respect for keeping to the festivities in what had to be a difficult time. It kept the spirits up that was sure. She chuckled and walked to the small room she had been staying in since the beginning of her contract. She didn't need much and other than the bundle of blankets and pillows, and a small crate of clothes there wasn't anything in there. The clothes she had on were covered in blood and dust and were definitely not something to wear while celebrating.

Looking over the slice on her arm she sighed. While she knew how to do basic bandages Katherin was certainly no medic, and she would need to get it properly wrapped up before she went with them on the mission. And she would be going, no doubt about it. Her boss was a good man and she didn't want to see him in the state for longer than he already had been, so anything she could do to lend some help, she would do it.

After cleaning up what dirt was left on her skin she changed into a blue tank top that only had a few frayed edges, and some clean black jeans. Her boots...where there wasn't much to do with them and besides, who the hell would be looking at her feet anyway? Kat chuckled again before digging in her clothes to find her old leather jacket. It had been her mothers before...well before, and she couldn't bear to have anything happen to it so it would stay here while she was out on missions and whatnot. There was no need to do anything with her hair, it was slightly curly tonight but in the morning it would take on a mind of its own, so she simply tied it up into a ponytail and left it at that; there were quite a few strands framing her face but they shouldn't prove to be much of a problem.

With that taken care of she heading to join the others in festivities, arriving just in time to hear the start of her boss's speech. She gave a soft smile at his words before grabbing a drink of some dark looking thing that smelled of alcohol. Perfect. At the cheer she raised her glass with the others and drank half of it down. The burn was excellent and warmed her right up. Kat breathed a sigh of relief.

"Heeey Kat! Lucky you returned in time for the party!" She 'hmmmm'ed at the rebel speaking with her before settling in to join the conversation of the few around her.

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Bojangles nodded at the comment on his brother's reputation. "Sure was." When he was younger, he didn't really know what his brother had meant. When he grew older, he started to understand it more. Bojangles heard many ideas of freedom first from his brother, and his sibling's capture was a big push in radicalizing him. He heard Drew speak of his dad, and he gave his friend a bit of reassurance. "Ah, your dad'll be alright. You've all put with me haven't you?" While it was mostly sarcastic, Bojangles was unaware of how many times he may of pissed them off.

As Drew took a plate, Bojangles sneaked one for himself as well. Directed to a seat, he went with his friend. "Bo-Bo, you wouldn't be able to pick up a chick if she thought you were her long lost cell phone. If you get laid tonight and I don't, I'm killing myself." His arm was nudged, and Bojangles was a bit surprised with the words. "Yea-" he was cut off by Lou. "Jesus!" The shout had startled him a bit, not enough to jump out of his chair, but enough to flail his arms and turn to the source.

Lou started his speech by listing off ethnicity, and Bojangles was unsure what was happening. When he continued, he started to ponder. Do they really think for themselves? If they thought individually, then why would they all look up to one person who could gather them like sheep? He continued but paused at the word 'Angels'. Bojangles leaned to Drew, "What if you're agnostic?" He shrugged the comment off, "just saying" and returned to hear the rest.

At the cheer, Bojangles reached next to his chair and lifted a maroon Nalgene bottle full of applesauce. Unscrewing the top with a smile on his face, he brought it to his mouth for the sauce to slowly drip. "Good stuff right there."

Bojangles spotted a new face in the crowd, a search of his memory was needed. "Ain't that one of your dad's mercenaries? Hot one at that.... you said I wouldn't get a girl tonight? Well, we'll see about that." He rose from his chair and tapped Drew on the shoulder. "Watch my bottle will ya." He approached Katherin with a bit of confidence- it had diminished slightly when he neared. "Uh.. wanna dance?" His cheeks were a bit red, and he'd known it. He'd forgotten to wipe his face, and didn't know how dirty it was-hopefully enough to mask his blushing.

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Lou seemed to be relieved slightly by Conner's words, up until Katherin entered the room. He left the room, leaving Lou and Kat to talk about the medicines she had taken. Conner headed back to his room to get changed from his regular clothes into his only suit for the festival. It wasn't the nicest suit, but it was the only one he had. He was one of the only men in the rebellion to have a suit at all. Truth be told, Conner did not want to go to the festival, but as a leading commander, he had to make an appearance if only for a moment. Almost like a symbol of hope. He sighed, leaving his room in his nice clothes and off to the festival.

Conner arrived just in time to catch Lou in the middle of his speech. He watched the crowd cheer and drink to their leader, all smiling and enjoying themselves. Conner stood to the side of the crowd, far from the main chaos. A few fellow soldiers smiled at Conner and left him quickly. He knew that they only smiled out of respect. It was the women that Conner had to be afraid of. He could see them looking at him and spreading the rumor that the commander had arrived. It was almost like a game to them. Year after year, he knew that they sent girl after girl to see who could get him into bed. And year after year, Conner denied them of even his bare skin.

And so, the first girl walked towards him. She was beautiful, sure. Much more so than the ones who usually came first. She smirked at him, holding two drinks in her hand, as if she expected to meet with him. Conner narrowed his eyes slightly and furrowed his brow as she swayed her hips and came at him as if she owned the word. He was being challenged. This was new. Conner took in a deep breath and puffed out his chest subconsciously. He saw Drew in the crowd looking around and only hoped he would see him. This was a rare moment that Conner wanted Drew to come in. "Commander. Nice to meet you." The girl said in a stern tone. Conner didn't reply. "Got you a drink, handsome, but I drank it."
"That's too bad." He replied. The girl dropped one of the glass and tugged on his tie to pull herself up and whispered in his ear, "But you can still have some." Without a moment to react, she kissed him. Oh, she's smooth. Conner thought to himself. She pulled back, but remained close to his face. He knee rubbed up against his inner thigh and her chest against his. "I want to do some bad things to you, soulja-boy."

By that point, it was enough for Conner. He stepped to the side and briskly walked off to get Drew as the girl snickered. Conner grabbed Drew's shoulder to grab his attention and greeted him, "Hey." He could taste the alcohol from the girl's kiss in his mouth, and it was foul. Drew could probably smell it, but the whole place smelled like alcohol.

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People seemed to be having a great time and Kat chuckled silently while sipping her drink as she listened to the various conversations going on. A couple of soldiers were having a drinking game, another few were having a serious discussion. Nearly every woman she could hear was oggling the guy that walked it. She shrugged and reached to fill up her glass when a girl stopped next to her.

"Hiii~ Um... you work with the Commander right? Could you uh possibly share some tips in..." Kat stopped listening and continued to fill up her drink. Commander? Who the hell is she talking about?

"Nah. Whatever it is you're gonna have to do it on your own."

The girl blinked before smirking. "Ah I see. You want him to yourself."

Kat snorted and took a drink, enjoying the burn all over again. She would really need to find out what she was drinking. "Nope."That's right, I know who it is now. Dammit you need to start remembering names Kat!

Thankfully before the girl could say anything more someone else caught her attention. "Uh...wanna dance?"

She wasn't quite sure why the guy who had walked up to her had asked that question but she could hear some of the other rebels in the background start chuckling and pausing their conversations to see what would happen. Kat ignored them for the most part and took a sip of her drink. He seemed nervous and she gritted her teeth again the pang it brought. Push it away, don't think about it. Hadn't she seen this guy hanging around with Drew?

"Well...guy I don't have a name for... I don't know how to dance." She shrugged. Behind her a rebel laughed loudly before standing up and placing his hand across her back to land on her right arm .She hid the wince as his fingers pressed the cut hidden under her jacket.

"Come oooon Kat, have some fun. Bo~jang~les ain't gonna hurt ya."

She moved out of his stupid arm and took another drink. "I said I don't know how." she had seen this guy with Drew, and now she knew his name. Hoorah for progress.

"Ok ok....didn't think you were one to back down from a challenge." The man took a few steps away before Kat growled. Dammit! Now she had to dance. She turned to set her drink down before grabbing the guy's Bojangles hand and walking off a few steps. Kat could hear the rebel cheering as she walked away. She turned to look at her now dancing partner over her shoulder.

"If you laugh at me, I'll rip your spine out and feed it to you, I was serious when I said I don't know how."

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On her way to were the crowd was Nizhoni ran into Luis.
"I was just looking for you, we got some supplies in, you would know better about what we might need than I would. Would you mind stopping at the healing ward before we leave tomorrow?"

"Sure thing Luis, I'll-"
"Thanks Ni-Ni." he'd say, cutting her off with a wink and a small smile before walking towards the podium that looked over the crowd.
Nizhoni narrowed her eyes at Luis as if annoyed with his usage of "NiNi", but the huge smile on her face gave away the fact that she was actually more amused than anything else.



Luis's speech was more of the same, and Nizhoni spent more time observing peoples reactions to the words being spoken than looking up towards the podium. It always amazed her how easily people - herself included - fell in line to be followers, and the looks upon many of these peoples faces were the same looks people use to give her father, which made her sigh.

Soon enough Luis was done speaking, and Nizhoni would begin to aimlessly wander about - saying hi to random people and taking questions about her attire from the children, as usual, while Nubia ran about on her own. But when all the woman began to whisper "he's here, he's here!" she became curious and started to stare on in the same direction as them, that is until Conner walked by - causing her to roll her eyes a bit.

"What is it with these women and that man, you'd think he was a King or something." she'd wonder to herself, before pushing through the crowd of women.
She wouldn't get too far before again spotting Conner, but this time with a girl who was known for being rather bold & loose shoving her tongue down his throat.

"Lovely." Nizhoni would whisper aloud, before walking up towards a young man with a tray of water and grabbing a tall glass, which she'd down nearly half of before again taking off again into the festivities.



Coming to stop beside some laughing men and women she'd catch a glimpse of Bojangles being pulled by Kat towards an area were everyone was dancing, and couldn't help but laugh a bit herself before catching wind of Drew and Conner's voices behind her.

"What happened to your new little friend." she'd hear Drew ask Conner as she took a sip to drink, which nearly made her spit her water up from laughter, but after regaining her composure she'd turn around and walk towards both of them.

"Hey Drew," she'd say with a genuine smile, before looking over towards Conner. "Hi Conner, would you like my drink to wash your mouth out?"
Nizhoni would barely get the sentence out before she began to laugh.
"I'm sorry Conner, I just couldn't help myself." she'd let out in-between giggles. "Kudos to attracting loose women" she'd remark while holding up her glass towards Conner as if she was giving a toast, before taking a sip and looking back over to Drew.
"If you're looking for that woman I'd start with every available man in Utopia, she's known for well um, being loose....even the children call her 'Everybody's mama', but if that's what you want she's easy enough to get I suppose."
She'd have to bite her lip to keep herself from asking Drew if he was crazy for going after such a girl. To her he was better than that and she couldn't quite understand why he'd want to settle for such a trashy woman, but since she couldn't bring herself to actually say such a thing she'd instead turn around and stare over towards Kat and Bojangles again.
"Is it the Apocalypse all over or what? Kat dancing with Bo, I can't even begin to understand that one" she'd joke, while drinking the last of her water.


"Well, I think I'm gonna go to our little impromptu bar and get something to drink before I go for a swim, see you two later."
Nizhoni would smile and wave as she walked away, and once she caught sight of the table of drinks she'd pick up her pace.


"Nizhoni!"
"Bob! Nice to see you again!" she'd say to the older man standing behind Utopias version of a bar. "Have anything with bubbles?"
"Well you're actually lucky me and my boy like you so much, I'll go get some home brew for ya - just watch my table for me kay?"
She'd agree with a smile and make her way behind the table as the man walked off, It was the least she could do to watch his table at the offer of something other than the same ol' moonshine and water nearly everyone else was drinking. Ever since she was young Nizhoni had a thing for soda and beer, carbonation was a dear friend in her book.